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The headache had started halfway through the dinner party.

By the time the fight was done, people gone and the kitchen and dining room cleaned, Phoebe's head was literally throbbing. She was pretty sure her head was trying to detatch itself from her body.

Leaving the guys to finish up downstairs, Phoebe made her way slowly up the stairs and into the master bedroom. She changed into something much more comfortable and then lay diagonally across the bed.

The dinner party had been a disaster -- and she wanted to beat the hell out of her nephew for the way he had acted. She felt bad for Isabel and was trying to figure out how to make it up to her.

Or, she would figure out that later -- after the headache was gone.

Being an empath sucked sometimes.

[[OOC: For the husband and the boyfriend if they so desire.]]

Date: 2008-11-16 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sam drifted upstairs after the cleanup was done, or at least as much of it as he felt up to doing tonight; he was more worried about Phoebe than he was about the state of the kitchen right now.

"I think it's time to pay up on that massage I promised," he noted softly as he sat down on the edge of the bed and laid a hand on Phoebe's shoulder.

Date: 2008-11-16 04:01 am (UTC)
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"My family certainly does turn assinine behavior into an art form, don't we?" Her voice was slightly muffled by the pillows.

Date: 2008-11-16 04:06 am (UTC)
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"And I love 'em anyway," Sam assured her, knowing she was probably embarrassed by that -- let's be frank -- sad statement of fact. "I brought up a pitcher of water for you."

Date: 2008-11-16 04:13 am (UTC)
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"I love my nephew very much," Phoebe said. "But right now, I could happily beat the hell out of him." Pause. "Well, if I was more graceful than an elephant."

Date: 2008-11-16 04:15 am (UTC)
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"Elephants wish they were as graceful as you," Sam replied, and stretched out beside her to run a hand down her back. "Want me to beat him up for you?"

Date: 2008-11-16 04:16 am (UTC)
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"Sweet. Lying, but sweet." Phoebe sighed. "No, I think Piper and I have that right. What was he thinking?"

Date: 2008-11-16 04:20 am (UTC)
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"Not lying, just shamelessly biased," Sam insisted. "And I don't know. Wish I did, but . . . I could punch the hell out of him just for doing his part to leave you in this state, my poor Phoebe."

Date: 2008-11-16 04:24 am (UTC)
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She rolled over very slowly. "No punching him. I need you to act as the voice of reason with Cole and keep our demon from trying to flambe Wyatt and Jesse for this."

Because she knew Cole. She knew how he reacted normally when she was like this... and how much more over-protective he had gotten during her pregnancy.

She reached for his hand.

Date: 2008-11-16 04:33 am (UTC)
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Sam pouted, but only a little, as he laced his fingers with hers and squeezed gently. "Oh, all right. No punching, and keeping Cole in line. Can't I let him get just a little out of line?"

Date: 2008-11-16 04:39 am (UTC)
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She gave him a look that spoke volumes.

Date: 2008-11-16 04:42 am (UTC)
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"Okay," Sam conceded; his free hand dropped down to Phoebe's stomach, moving in light circles, a gesture he'd never realized had become habit. "In line, got it. As for right now, though, what do you need from me?"

Date: 2008-11-16 04:44 am (UTC)
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"Help me figure out how to make sure there's peace for the next couple of months?" She winced as pain in her head caused her breath to catch.

Date: 2008-11-16 04:47 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, I can think of a few -- sweetheart?" asked Sam in sudden alarm.

Date: 2008-11-16 04:50 am (UTC)
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"Empathic migraine, love," she said softly. "Nothing we're surprised by."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:06 am (UTC)
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"Not surprised, but when has that ever stopped me from worrying?" Sam leaned over to kiss her temple. "I can run interference if that's what we need."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:10 am (UTC)
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"They're both hurting so much."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:13 am (UTC)
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Sam sighed softly. "I don't do advice well, but I can be there for 'em. Talk one of 'em into hanging out with me for a while just to clear some space, maybe."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:15 am (UTC)
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"Wyatt said Isabel cheated on him, Anders," she said quietly.

Date: 2008-11-16 05:16 am (UTC)
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Sam went a little pale. "But -- she wouldn't," he objected feebly. "Would she?"

Date: 2008-11-16 05:21 am (UTC)
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"I don't believe for a moment that Isabel cheated on him, but he does... and he said she then threw him over for another guy." Her voice was pained.

Date: 2008-11-16 05:24 am (UTC)
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"The one who's got the black eye now, I'm guessing," remarked Sam. His fingers found their way to Phoebe's temple, and he began massaging very, very gently. "Whatever happened, it must've been bad if he's seeing it that way. 'cause I could never see Isabel doing that to him."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:28 am (UTC)
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She closed her eyes as he did that.

"I don't see it, either," she murmured. "But something happened to make him believe it."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:30 am (UTC)
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"We'll figure it out," he promised. "Maybe not right away, since I bet everyone's still pretty sore over what happened tonight, but we'll get to the bottom of it."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:36 am (UTC)
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"Jesse is not the right guy for her, Anders."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:40 am (UTC)
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Sam shook his head. "I don't hate the guy, but you're right. I can't see her honestly being happy with him."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:42 am (UTC)
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"He doesn't know anything about her." Phoebe shook her head, causing a wince.

Date: 2008-11-16 05:54 am (UTC)
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"What, the whole alien thing? Shh, no, love, easy on your head there," Sam said, not so subtly trying to get Phoebe to relax and get comfortable on the bed so he could tuck her in and prop pillows up behind her. "How the hell has that not driven her crazy already, keeping that in?"

Date: 2008-11-16 05:57 am (UTC)
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"He knows nothing about her and she wants to pretend that's normal," she said sadly. "He also knows nothing about witches, demons, magic..."

Date: 2008-11-16 06:05 am (UTC)
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Sam winced as he fluffed up a couple of pillows for her, hoping she wouldn't notice one of them was his. "That's not gonna end well."

Date: 2008-11-16 06:39 am (UTC)
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"Especially with friends like us," she sighed.

Date: 2008-11-16 02:23 pm (UTC)
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"Yeah," Sam agreed with a rueful chuckle. He'd gotten the pillows propped up behind her now and would have said more, but that was when Cole came into the room.

Date: 2008-11-16 06:15 am (UTC)
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Cole came upstairs and sat on the other side of the bed. "I'm sorry I egged him on, love," he said, taking her hand.

Date: 2008-11-16 06:17 am (UTC)
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"You had no idea he was going to do that," Phoebe reassured him.

[[OOC: Slow as am gathering links stuff so Random and I can pretend to do news]]

Date: 2008-11-16 06:20 am (UTC)
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Cole leaned over her and kissed her forehead. "Anything I can do, sweetheart?" he said.

[ooc: no worries, I'm passing out soon since I have to work tomorrow. >.<]

Date: 2008-11-16 06:40 am (UTC)
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"You could never stop doing that."

Date: 2008-11-16 03:39 pm (UTC)
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Cole stretched out beside her on the bed, then kissed her again. "I don't know, you need time to sleep. And eat," he teased.

Date: 2008-11-16 04:09 pm (UTC)
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Phoebe smiled. "I could probably give those up if it meant I could stay right here -- between my two favorite men," she said lightly.
Edited Date: 2008-11-16 04:09 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-11-16 04:19 pm (UTC)
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"What if your sisters want to visit?" Cole said, nuzzling her shoulder.

Date: 2008-11-16 04:23 pm (UTC)
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She ran a hand through his hair. "We have blankets we can cover up with..."

Date: 2008-11-16 05:51 pm (UTC)
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"That makes it so much less obvious," Sam remarked sleepily from Phoebe's other side, where he was curled close against her with his eyes half shut.

Date: 2008-11-17 05:17 am (UTC)
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"Somehow," Cole agreed, reaching across Phoebe to drop a hand on Sam as well, "I doubt they'd be okay with that."

Date: 2008-11-18 12:59 am (UTC)
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"But this is much nicer than dealing with headache causing gatherings."

Date: 2008-11-18 01:40 am (UTC)
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"Mmm," Sam agreed as he covered Cole's hand with his own and nuzzled at Phoebe's other shoulder. "Though not really something your sisters probably want to see."

Date: 2008-11-19 05:14 am (UTC)
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"Unless they want to join in," Cole said, then tensed, awaiting the inevitable smacks.


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