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Third and Second Floor Hallways, late Friday night

That would be Wyatt, streaking through the hallways, trying desperately to get to his room before anyone saw him.

Yeah, fat chance of that.

But he had a sock and he wasn't afraid to use it.

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Parker was on her way back to her room and--

Wha?

"Wyatt?"

Wyatt eeped and tried to cover himself. "Um. Hi."

Parker snapped her gaze up to his face. "Do I want to know? Lost bet or gremlin invasion?"

"Don't ask," Wyatt said, trying not to turn red.

The giggles were forcing their way up no matter *how* Parker tried to suppress them. "Well. Ahem. Right. Carry on? No--" Comments on the sock, and where he got it, and what kind of sock it was, were all abandoned in favor of, "Don't let me hold you up, Wyatt."

"Don't suppose you'd lend me a coat?" Wyatt asked hopefully.

Parker gave him a look. "All you're wearing is a sock. Any coat I gave you-- no. Run like the wind, Wyatt. Or walk tall. Your choice."

"Got nothing to be ashamed of," Wyatt said, managing a grin.

"Mmm-hmmm." Parker smirked a little, raising an eyebrow and folding her arms as she leaned against the wall. "Work it like you own it, kid."

"I'll do that," Wyatt said, moving down the hall. He may have wiggled his butt just a little.

Parker may have been snickering appreciatively as she headed back to her room. Heh.

Chris and Jo had had a great time at the dance and were presently holding hands as Chris walked Jo to her dorm room. They were walking very close and generally looking very cute and happy.

Jo blinked when she caught sight of Wyatt. "Chris? Am I seeing things?"

She totally didn't start staring.

Wyatt tried to make strategic use of the sock. "Don't ask," he grumbled, trying to get by them.

Chris instinctively covered Jo's eyes with his free hand.

"Dude, what the HELL?"

Jo totally didn't make a slightly disappointed noise either.

Really.

"Boarding school. Streaking. Happens all the time," Wyatt lied, not wanting to get into the story behind his nudity.

He may have tried to shift his position just a little so that Jo might be able to see.

"Uh huh," Chris said skeptically, knowing his brother well enough to guess there was more of a story behind the whole thing, but not in the mood to push. "You should probably continue on your way then. I bet there's someone with a video camera around."

"We can only hope," Jo muttered under her breath.

Wyatt may have flailed just a little. Not wanting his unclothed state to be captured for posterity, he said quickly, "Yeah, see you guys later, hope you had a good time." He checked cautiously down the stairs before moving down further.

Anders had, as luck would have it, needed to go back to his room to pick up a movie he felt like watching.

He had great timing.

"Dude, what the frak?"

"Hey," Wyatt said casually.

"Did you get bitten by a gremlin?" Anders asked.

He wasn't staring. It was a look of horrified sympathy.

"Hell hath no fury like a panty-raided woman scorned," Wyatt said. He tried to use the sock to cover himself but it wouldn't stay put.

And in that moment, Anders suddenly started fearing for his own clothes. "Oh, dude. That blows."

Tactful rhetoric? Not his strong point.

"God I hope this doesn't make the radio," Wyatt said unhappily, giving up with the sock coverage.

"So are you just going to stand around naked in the hallway?" asked Anders. "It's gotta be cold. Besides, I can probably find something that'll work better than a sock for, uh, that."

"I'm almost to my room," Wyatt said. Then something occured to him. "Oh, fuck, I don't have my keys. They were in my pants."

"Oh, nice going, dude," Anders said. "You need me to pick your lock?"

"Might need you to if Tannim isn't in," Wyatt said, still trying to be all casual about being buck naked in the hallway.

In front of the guy his aunt's boyfriend was...lalalala, not thinking about that.

Yes, lalalala, Anders was trying very hard not to think about that either, thank you very much.

But that was kind of hard.

The not thinking about it was what was kind of hard.

"I've heard of creative outfits to wear at a dance, but this is a new one," Anders said.

Still not thinking about it.

Still kind of hard.

. . . the not thinking, that is.

"It's an after-dance outfit," Wyatt said. He shivered a little as he hurried to door 208 and knocked. "Tannim, please be in there," he said.

It took Tannim a minute to realize that the knocking was on *his* door, and to drag himself out of bed, but he finally did.

He opened the door, recognized Wyatt and said, "What happened to your-" Keys is what he meant to say, but then he saw the rest of Wyatt. "-everything?"

"I was kind of wondering the same thing," Anders piped up from behind Wyatt. "Not that I'm, you know, asking or anything. Just for the gods' sake get him inside and let him get into some clothes before he ends up having to put on a show for the whole school."

"Beware of angry women with raided panties," Wyatt grumbled. "I'm cold, let me get some clothes!"

"Yeah, 'course," Tannim said, stepping back from the door to let Wyatt in.

Wyatt hurried into the room and immediately grabbed a pillow and held it in front of himself. He gave Anders a casual little wave. "Thanks, dude, I'm all set now," he said.

"Yeah. I'll just be in my room . . . Bridge's room . . . watching baseball movies if you need anything," Anders replied.

And fled.

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