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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

Phoebe had woken up way too early this morning.

Since she didn't have any classes on Tuesday, and Cole was still sleeping, she had come out into the Common Room. She was pensive and wasn't exactly liking the things she was feeling lately.

Being with her family over the weekend had helped some, but she was still really worried about the way things were going.

Now, she was sitting on the couch with one of the books Mr. Winchester had recommended to her and she had another book she had found on souls while she was at home. On the table in front of her were donuts and juice.

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"So, some embarrassing would-be acrobatic move with Walter, then?" Bel said, deciding something like that must be the source of her reluctance to share what had happened.

Nadia blushed furiously. "Yeah, I wish."

"Then what was it?" Bel asked. No, he wasn't giving up.

Nadia considered saying it was none of his business.

But that hadn't stopped her when she'd been pestering him, so she doubted he'd let it stop him now.

When she finally answered, it was quiet and at least partially garbled by a cough.

"I was *cough*kidnapped*cough*."

"Huh?" Bel said, surprised. "By who?"

"A Mexican drug cartel."

"Right," Bel snorted. "Pull the other one."

Nadia sighed and leaned back against the counter, tugging on the strap to the immobilizer. "I'm not lying. They grabbed me because they wanted to use me as bait for one of the professors. So they could kill him."

"So who's running drugs in Fandom then?" Bel said, still not taking it entirely seriously. "Wilson selling clinic supplies on the sly?"

Nadia shrugged, then winced and rubbed her shoulder. "It's not like that. Apparently he was fighting the cartels in Mexico before he came here so they wanted him dead."

"And they heard about your brownies and decided to make a grab for you?" Bel said.

Nadia closed her eyes, getting frustrated. "This has nothing to do with my brownies!"

Then she winced again. Raising her voice played hell on her throat.

"I'm his TA. They figured he'd come after me."

"Huh, you're serious, aren't you?" Bel said. "How'd you get away?"

"They were right." Nadia's lips twitched slightly. "He did come after me. With a couple other people. And they killed each and every single one of the people who grabbed me."

"Good for you," Bel said. "Sometimes violence is the answer."

The demon in him, of course, heartily agreed.

Nadia nodded. "It was them or us." The water for her tea started boiling, and fumbled around a bit more, trying to pour it into her mug without spilling and burning herself. "I sincerely hope you had a better Thanksgiving than I did."

"Yeah. Umm. It was...quiet," Bel lied. "Bunch of people made food. That was it. Nothing much."

Nadia wasn't paying enough attention to Bel to notice if he gave any sign of lying. She just slowly poured her water and nodded. "That's good. I don't really understand the holiday, but I guess that's how it's supposed to go."

"Yeah, lots of food and watching football," Bel said. "Far as I know."

Football? In America?

Oh, right, that other football.

"Pippi and I had been talking about doing an international Thanksgiving kind of thing. I guess that's not going to happen now, though."

"Unless you wanna pick a new date for it in the spring," Bel said.

". . . Is that allowed?"

Bel shrugged. "Why not?"

"I don't know, I just learned about the holiday, like, a week and a half ago."

"This is Fandom," Bel said. "No reason you can't make up your own crazy holiday."

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