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WAKING UP!

Your character is in a nice, warm bed, wearing their bedclothes (or lack thereof) of choice. It's comfortable, it's fluffy, and it's great...

Unfortunately, someone's in bed with them. They might roll over and accidentally cop a feel before waking up fully, they might notice the heat on their backs, but whatever the case may be, there's someone in there with them. They could easily remember the night before, how that happened, but...

Where's the fun in that?

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[Sam bats at the feet, turning onto his side. Away from the feet. Just in time for the tooting sound to reach him.] Oh, ugh...

[Muttered in his sleep, and then flopped his arms on Sam this time. Mmm, warm figure. He clumsily gave a stroke and a rub across bare skin.]

[As long as Xander keeps his feet away from Sam's face, touching might be okay. So long as Xander doesn't touch anywhere that's a no fly zone. Or, rather, anywhere NEAR the fly zone...]

[No feet in face, the hands kept moving though. Funny, this felt like one of his dreams. Well, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. And one of the hands was getting awfully close to the fly zone.]

[Seriously, Xander. Sam doesn't want to know about your dreams. He squirms a little because, hey, it's been a while. He does reach down, though, grabbing the hand and pushing it away.]

[Probably not considering who's been featured at times. He frowned in his sleep, and tried with his other hand.]

[REEEEEALLY doesn't want to know.]

[Sam wiggles away, starting to wake up because, seriously, what the hell?] Umph. Huh?

[Hey, warm person going away. Xander sleepily blinked his eye open.]

Huh?

I think I asked first. [Did he? Crap, it's too early for this.]

[And then it registers that he's in bed. With a guy. Who was getting ready to cop a feel and...] Okay, seriously. What the hell?

[Oh crap, really here, and this doesn't look like a dream. Awkward, awkward, and his hands went away so he could sit on them.]

Uh got me? I think this is my bed? Least seems like my bed, got the squishy pillow of my bed. Unless a spell moved it or a weird curse that likes to move beds. Yeah, yeah must be a curse, an evil bed move-y curse.

[Sam looks around and nods.] Yeah, okay, I'm pretty sure this isn't my room. Which doesn't explain what I'm doing here.

[Xander nodded quickly.]

Hence it being a weird bed move-y curse. Or a teleporting spell?

I've heard worse reasons. [Sam looks over the side of the bed and frowns.] Better question. Where's my clothes?

[Xander glanced around.]

Uhhh, I guess back in your bed. You don't sleepwalk do you?

[Also trying to look everywhere except at him.]

Not that I know of. Not of my own volition, at least.

[Sam wasn't here for the mistletoe, so GLaDOS isn't going to come to mind.]

[Xander was though, and right, of course, Sam wouldn't want to be stopping by. Not that he wanted him to. Nope.]

Must be GLADOS and her experiments again.

GLaDOS? [You know, Xander. That might go better if, you know. Sam had any clue who the hell you were other than the guy from Buffy. Then again, possibly not.] Great. Just what I always wanted. To be part of someone's experiment.

[Odd look from him because he'd thought he remember.]

Yeah, weird AI with a weirder sense of humor. Likes to make you run mazes, and keeps promising cake when there is no cake? You don't remember?

[Sam shook his head.] Nope. Well, that sounds like something out of a video game I read about. Looked interesting but no time to play it.

[Xander had been on the run, and overseeing Slayer operations so he had missed out on the gaming news]

Yeah, well she's on the ship. I thought she grabbed you too a few times? Less when we were all in jail after trying to get rid of that Yeerk.

[He still didn't know about the idea that this Sam was a different one.]

[You had to do something when you wanted to bang your head against the wall when a hunt wasn't going right.]

[He grimaced, rubbing the back of his head.] Aaaah. About that. See...I don't know anything about any Yeerks. I don't even know what one is. According to Stacy, I'm not the same Sam that was around then.

[Long look back, and Xander was now looking for a weapon. Well, when from fellow supernatural worlds, you learn to be prepared and expect anything.]

...Possession? Shapeshifter? Clone?

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