Racing to find a place for my soul ... Or at least a place that&#39;s less familiar

Angela stands beside Parker. She hasn't brough anything, but she figures just dropping in is still a good idea.

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Phoebe hollered back. "Parker? Yeah, come on in, it's open!"

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"It's Parker and Angela," Angela says, then reaches for the doorknob and steps into the room.

She goes to hug Phoebe, but is surprised to see her in the wheelchair. She hadn't known how bad her injuries were. "Hi," she finally says, tentatively.

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[[OOC: Phoebe is on the couch, she's just glaring at the wheelchair nearby. :)]]

Phoebe's face lit up when she saw her friends come in. "Hey guys!"

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"Hey!" Angela says, then steps back, one eye on Parker. "I'm so glad you're going to be okay. Is there any thing you need, or anything like that?

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Phoebe grinned. "Well, Parker brought chocolate...and right now just having friends here is good."

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Parker swung the door open, and shot Phoebe a dirty look. "You've really not learned antying, from the Angelus debacle. Here." She handed Phoebe the bag of chocolate, then cocked her head. "How are you feeling?"

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Phoebe smirked. "Thanks, Parker. I'm okay, just..." She frowned for a moment and looked down at the floor. "...feeling incredibly stupid." She cocked her head at them. "How much were you told?"

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"Demons came, demons attacked, Bel 'took care' of them," Parker put air-quotes around that bit, "And you're going to be okay. Which I'm glad about, by the way." She frowned. "I half thought that you'd been eaten by Locker 327."

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"Trust me, Locker 327 would have been a vacation." She sighed, picking at the couch. "They...the demons...they were sent to kill me because I'm a witch. My posters led them right to me." She bit her lip. "Cole took me to Crowley and Aziraphale and Dr. Wilson."

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"Dr. Wilson, yay. Azriphale, yay. Crowley?" Parker's lip curled. "Why?"

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"I think Crowley must have seen what happened...what the one tried to do to my mind..."

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"And he would help?" Parker looked discontented. "I suppose if Mr. Phale asked, he might. But still. I don't like it." She sighed. "I assume they're all dead. Does Bel think that their buddies will try again?"

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Phoebe looked shaken.

"I don't know...Cole said I'm safe now but...Parker, you tell anyone this and I'll deny it, but I'm scared. They came after me once because of who I am...and when their buddies find out they didn't succeed? Having my leg burned and my mind eaten at was bad enough. I have no desire to become Phoebe shish-kabob."

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"I understand." Parker sighed. "I wish I knew what to tell you. Have you talked to anyone in the Administration about this? They're making plans to protect the population from the latest vampire attack. They'd have to do something to help you."

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"I was planning on having Cole take me to Principal Smith's office tomorrow," Phoebe agreed. "and...wait! What? New vampire attack? Was anyone hurt...did someone make Angel lose his damned soul again?"

Phoebe tried to stand up, but as soon as she put pressure on her leg, she turned about four shades of white as she fell back onto the couch, pain racing through her body.

"That..." she breathed when she could speak again. "Was stupid."

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"Sit, and let your boyfriend take care of you. No, it wasn't Wings. It was Darla, she's still in town. So after you're well? No going out there alone." She scowled at Phoebe. "Use the damn Safewalk. They're going to start it up again, I think." She sighed. "Get. Some. Rest."

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Phoebe had learned a long time ago that arguing with Parker was akin to arguing with a stone golem. "I will, Parker. Thanks for coming."

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Angela winces. "Don't," she says urgently. "We need you in one piece."

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