Room 507, Sunday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia got back to her room, completely out of breath, and resisted the urge to bang her head against the wall. She could not believe she'd managed to somehow turn her boss into an apple tree. She dug out one of the apples and stared at it.

She'd need help to try and fix this, but she had no idea who to ask. Veronica was the obvious choice, she supposed, but she didn't want her to think she couldn't take care of things by herself. She paced back and forth across the room several times before grabbing the phone and calling Walter.

Feeling ever so slightly better since she'd managed to at least try to do something, she sat down on the floor and waited to see if Walter would show up.

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter knocked on the door, wondering what prompted Nadia to call at this hour of the night.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia startled slightly from where she'd been brooding thinking while on the floor. "Walter? Come on in,"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter closed the door behind himself and hitched his trousers up slightly before joining her on the floor. "I'm here. What did you need?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia wondered for a second how to say what she needed to say. She certainly didn't find herself focusing briefly on Walter's trousers.

After a moment's hesitation, she just blurted it out. "I think I turned my boss into an apple tree."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter blinked and opened his mouth before closing it again while he processed that more fully.

"You turned Lucas into an apple tree? How?"

[nadiathesaint]

"It was a song! I was listening to kids music at work after . . . well, last night, which I need to talk to you about, but this is more important, and I was walking home with Artie and Lucas walked up and I sang part of the song and--and--POOF!" She spread both her hands wide in front of her. "He was an apple tree!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Sing the familiar refrain: Only in Fandom.

Walter shook his head. "Can you write it down? I'd ask you to sing it, but I don't want to be a tree."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia gave him a look. "I don't want you to be a tree, either. Hold on." She leaned over to her desk and pulled out a notebook and a pen, and scribbled the lyrics down. "Here. I really should have known better, but it was just a kids song, and I didn't even know Lucas was THERE until he was already being a tree!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter took the page and read the lyrics. Magic words indeed. "We should show this to Paige. Or the Magical Theory teacher? Or, since this is Fandom, wait until morning and see if he's human again?"

Dear gods, his friend had turned her boss into a tree with the lyrics to a children's song.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded miserably. "That's probably a good idea. I just . . . I don't really know any of the magic users around here, now that Lily left. Not well enough to ask them for help this late, anyway." She cast a slightly guilty glance at Walter. "I hope I didn't wake you up."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"The magic users here seem to be a generally helpful lot. We can find someone to help Lucas."

He waved a hand to dismiss her apology. "I'm developing a bad habit of sleeping at night. Your call wasn't a problem."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "Thanks. I just . . . I had no idea what to do. It's been . . . a very long weekend." She swallowed. "Oh god, I have to go to shop class tomorrow."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Why is that a problem? They aren't scheduling robots again, are they?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's hands moved from the bridge of her nose to covering her entire face. "No robots. He was in the tech booth last night. When I was . . . I went to go see if there was anything in there to play with."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter remembered the up, up, up of her skirt the day before and looked down at his lap. Oh my.

"That bad?"

[nadiathesaint]

"He thought I was on drugs. And had to physically remove me from the booth."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I thought you were on drugs, too. I'm sure he knows better by now."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's face was, fortunately, already in her palms. "Yeah. Sorry about that."

Her policy of it wasn't her fault so she shouldn't feel bad about it was crumbling in the face of someone who had actually seen her act that way, up close, who hadn't also been possessed at the time.

"I hope I didn't hurt your burn with the hugging."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"My burn is fully healed. And it wasn't really you anyway." Although he did feel rather bad that he hadn't realized that until after his talk with not-Pippi.

[nadiathesaint]

"But last night you said--" Nadia shook her head and smiled. "You're a good friend."

Then, throwing caution to the wind, she leaned over to kiss Walter.

On the cheek.

Dammit.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter looked up from his lap at pretty much exactly the right moment for someone looking for a kiss on the lips.

Which would be pretty much exactly the wrong moment for him.

"Mmph!"

[nadiathesaint]

Yeah, well, it startled the hell out of Nadia, too.

But Walter had nice lips. . . .

She pulled back after just a second's gratuitous smooching hesitation, and immediately started blushing furiously. "¡Estoy apesadumbrado! ¡I -- mejilla, no labios! Buenos labios. . . . ¡Significo, no! ¡Estoy apesadumbrado!"

Victor was going to murder her.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Nadia had just kissed him. Nadia had just kissed him on the lips! Nadia...

Oh shit.

And now, typical for Nadia, she was going on in a language he didn't speak.

Moving back a few feet was for both of their protection. Victor was going to kill him. Shit. Shit. Shit. Eloquent? Nope.

[nadiathesaint]

It took Nadia a few moments to realize that the continued look of shock and horror on Walter's face was not due to him hating her, but possibly due to the fact that she'd reverted back to Spanish.

"Cheek!" she practically shrieked. "I was aiming for your cheek!"

Not her fault!

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Cheek!" Walter nodded, immediately latching on to the life preserver before he drowned in Oh shit!

"An accident." He nodded more and couldn't quite seem to stop. "My fault. Um... sorry?" He was still nodding at her as though he could use the power of hypno-nodding to convince both of them that nothing had intentionally happened just then.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia started nodding back, because it seemed the thing to do. "Yes, an accident. Nobody's fault. We just . . . won't tell anyone. Ever. Never speak of this again."

Just, you know, kiss some more.

No, dammit! Bad thoughts!

But . . . lips . . . .

"You should go! I have to sleep now!" Before I kiss you more!

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Nod, nod, nod, nod. "Never speak of it."

Nod, nod. Stand up, idiot.

Nod, nod, nod. "I should go." Nod. "You have to sleep."

Nod. "Tomorrow, we'll see about Lucas." Nod, nod, nod. "I'm going now."

Walter grabbed the door. Yeah, definitely time to go.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia remained steadfastly on the floor, overriding any instinct that said she should see him out because that might lead to more kissing, and she was busy reminding herself that that was a bad thing!

Wait, tomorrow?

Oh, crap, Lucas!

"Yes!" she nodded back. "Tomorrow! For Lucas!" and not smooching! "Okay! Good night!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Night!" Walter yanked the door open, and pulled it closed behind him hard enough to probably count as a slam.

Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Nod. Nod.

Stop nodding your head, idiot.

He stopped nodding his head and walked back to his room. Maybe he'd talk to Alfred about his friend who had a friend who liked his friend despite his friend not liking her as anything but a friend.

Maybe he'd work on the pronouns with that.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia winced at the force with which Walter slammed the door.

She'd done it. She'd completely ruined their friendship. Once of the best friendships she'd ever had.

And turned her boss into an apple tree.

This sucked. Possibly more than fish monsters or even robots sucked.

She curled up on the floor, clutching her St. Jude medallion, and quietly cried herself to sleep.

In the quiet of the room, her necklace started whirring again. . . .