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Tuesday February 28th || Assistant's Lounge

Phoebe opens up the lounge in a very good mood... even if she is trying to write a mid-term for a class to take on Thursday.

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Cole protests and puts in the soundtrack to Excalibur instead.

"Oh that works much better! Thanks, love."

Steeling herself for what was coming up, Parker entered the Assistants' Lounge, and took a seat across from Bel.

"Got a minute?" she asked abruptly.

"Er...yeah," he said warily. "What's up?"

She tapped her fingers on the armrest, studying him intently. "I talked to Piper last night. About the Dragon Blade, and you switching sides. Wanting a chance at... what, exactly?" Her voice wasn't hostile, but it wasn't exactly friendly, either.

"I had to make a choice," he said quietly. "Either Angelus or Phoebe...or Angelus or everyone else in the school. So I chose to stop trying to bring back Angelus." He didn't flinch from Parker's gaze. "I don't expect anyone to treat me any different. Angel said he'd help me, but everyone else has their own decision to make."

Parker nodded carefully. "Angel and I have talked about your-- situation, before. With the Source. So I think I understand some of your motivations." She drummed her fingers again. "As annoyed as I am about your previous attempts at de-souling, and as much as I'd like to bitch-slap you for scaring the life out of Veronica, I'm willing to let that go. For now. If you're sincere." She let out a careful breath. "But I'd also like to take precautions. Suggestions on how to stop you would be a good start."

"Marty shooting me up with tranquilizer darts seemed to work pretty well, and Angel's stronger than me," Bel said. There may have been a trace of bitterness in his voice. Or jealousy. He paused, taking a deep breath. "Umm...there's a vanquish potion for me in the Book of Shadows."

"Those first two are dicey. The third-- is more reassuring." Parker nodded and relaxed a tiny increment more. "Of course, the fact that Phoebe is one of the keepers of that book does lead me to wonder if it would ever get used, even if we needed it."

Faithful wandered in, in search of snacks and new ways to annoy Alanna. He stopped next to Parker's chair, then leaped up to the armrest, tail twitching. "Got any of that nice shrimp in your room?"

"Some. Grab me after fifth, and I'll set some out for you." Parker stroked him from his head to the base of his spine, then cocked her head at Belthazor. "So. What's your take on this guy?"

"Phoebe may let her heart cloud her judgment, but Piper won't," Bel said evenly. "The book stays with her for a reason."

Faithful leaned into Parker's fingers, then put twitched his whiskers forward, sounding amused. "What did you want to know? Whether he was going to win the Lotto, or kill you in your bed?"

"The latter. Smartass." Parker scritched behind his ears. "Is he at least being sincere about this attempt to go straight? Or is it a ploy?"

Bel looked at Faithful. "Take a look," he said. "I mean it. I've already betrayed the Underworld by not killing Phoebe, and the human part of me has grown stronger while I've been here, so I decided to switch sides."

Faithful's eyes half-lidded, and he yawned. "I already know. It's pretty obvious. More shiny new intentions, and some clearer bits where you've cleaned up your act." He tilted his head into Parker's petting and said, "No telling if he'll stick to it. But he's on the right track."

"I'll stick to it," Bel said solemnly. "I want to go straight -- be good I mean. I'm not sure how I'll do but Angel said he'd help me figure it out."

"Right." Parker looked grim. "Okay. I won't fight him, and you, and everyone else on this. But I'll tell you the same thing I told Angel: I don't give second chances. You only get this one. If I get a hint that anyone around here is in direct danger from you again, I'll do my damnedest, mortal and powerless or not, to kick your ass. Especially now that I know how."

She looked at Faithful, and shook her head. "You've got some good references. I'll stay the hell out of your way, since I doubt I can be helpful with this. For what it's worth: good luck."

"I wouldn't have told you about the potion if I didn't think you would know when and when not to use it," Bel said. "And giving me a chance is more than I deserve. I'm kinda flailing here but I'll do my best to stay out of your way."

"Are we done here, Parker? You happy with your reading? Because there's a sunbeam calling, and I'm not the Amazing Yappi." Faithful jumped down from the chair, and rubbed against Bel's legs on his way by. "Lighten up. It gets easier if you do." With a nonchalant shrug at Parker, Faithful trotted out the door.

Bel raised an eyebrow at Parker. "Aura reading for hire?"

Parker shrugged unrepentantly, not unlike Faithful, and sent a glare after the cat. "I don't take anyone's word for anything, Bel. Nothing personal. If I turned evil, I'd expect anyone with a brain to do the same." She stood up and smoothed down her skirt. "Right. I have shrimp to find. And a vampire to whap upside the head. I'll see you around."

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