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5th Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

After a strange conversation with Phoebe, Bel headed to the common room. Spreading some love and joy would brighten his mood.

The common room was a mess after the party from the night before. Bel waved his hand, setting the room to right. The walls and furniture became bright and cheery colors, and plates of nutritious yet delicious snacks and glasses of orange juice filled the tables. The TV was playing "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" (because people helping other people was quality entertainment suitable for all ages).

He left the glitter, however, because glitter was always fun.

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She blinked then stared.

"No. Oh. Wait." She poked him in the chest. "You are teasing right? Bel the ex-demon teaser!"

She frowned. "You're teasing, right? Bel?"

He gave her a puzzled look. "I'm not teasing," he said, "and I'm not an ex-demon. I'm still a demon of love and peace. I always have been."

"A demon of love and peace? Um. But your not an ex?" She rubbed her brow. "I'm confused. I...Do you know me?"

"No," Bel admitted. "But you seem quite lovely, so I'm sure I'd enjoy getting to know you."

She looked up at him. "Bel. You have a girlfriend. Remember that. I'm Annette, say it A N N E T T E. Maybe it will shake your memory a bit." Please. Please!

Bel frowned a little at the mention of his girlfriend. "Phoebe isn't quite herself today," he said, and then he smiled. "But it's a pleasure to meet you, Annette."

"She's not?" Something was way wrong. Maybe whoever drugged her was drugging everybody! And maybe it was just that she was taking it better than everyone else! Yes!

She gave him a bright smile. "It's okay Bel, everything will be fine, you will see. I am perfectly normal now. It is you and the others that are still suffering. It will wear off, I'm sure of it. And I think GOB is responsible."

"Of course everything will be fine," Bel said. "Love will solve everything."

"Riiiight." She gave him a look. "You should be with her if she is not quiet herself today. Spread some of your demon love."

She felt like laughing. Except this just wasn't funny.

"She needed some space to think," Bel said sadly. "But we'll try to work things out."

She grabbed his hand, nodding. "I understand. ~~not really.~~ It will be okay. You'll see. No reason to be sad." Everyone's just a little crazy right now. I'm sure it will pass.

"Sadness is fleeting," Bel said with a smile, squeezing Annette's hand. "Joy is forever."

She laughed, she couldn't help it. "You sound like you want to sing, Bel."

Bel's smile widened at her laughter. "Singing does spread joy," he agreed.

Okay. Annette liked joy just as much as the next person, but Bel was starting to scare her a little.

"You should spread this joy at the clinic, Bel. There are hurt people there."

He nodded. "I should visit there," he agreed. "And see what I can do." He looked at Annette. "Are you sure you don't want a song? I can sing for you."

He cleared his throat and started to sing.

"Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy.
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy.
Don't worry, be happy now.

Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy.
Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy.

Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy.
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy.

Look at me -- I'm happy. Don't worry, be happy.
Here I give you my phone number. When you worry, call me,
I make you happy. Don't worry, be happy.

Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
Don't worry, be happy.
'Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
Don't worry, be happy.

Don't worry, don't worry, don't do it.
Be happy. Put a smile on your face.
Don't bring everybody down.
Don't worry. It will soon pass, whatever it is.
Don't worry, be happy.
I'm not worried, I'm happy."

Her jaw would have dropped if she hadn't been holding in her bottom lip with her teeth.

This was totally wrong. This was like so way wrong she couldn't even describe it.

"Bel?" She said when he finished. "I think you need to lie down. Would you like a drink of water? I can get you a drink of water. How about your orange juice? Can I get you some orange juice? And yes, what a nice song. So full of joy." She reached for his upper arm, ready to lend a hand to his sick minded body.

"It's okay Bel. I'm right here." Dear heavens. Fandom was going insane.

"I'm fine," Bel said, "but I'll take the orange juice to wet my throat. Would you like another song?"

"No! I mean..." Ponders. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know She's a crazy.. -- No, nevermind." Annette was sometimes wicked in her thinking but this joy just had to stop!

"Orange juice? Be right back!"

"Okay!" Bel said cheerily.

Annette was snappy; had his glass of oj back in no time.

"Here you go." She handed the glass over, actually wondering if the orange juice was causing his over joyous bright singing self to act and talk so irritatingly joyful?

"How many glasses have you had today?"

"Two so far," he said. "One needs their daily fruit and vegetable requirements fulfilled, after all."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "So you never get mad? Love and joy and healthy demon man, Bel person?"

"I'm half human," Bel confessed. "So sometimes my emotions get the better of me. But I'm trying to be the best demon I can."

"That is very noble of you." She was trying really hard to think of some way to make him mad. You know, just to do it. It would be really amusing. Joy anger joy anger.

Annette laughed. She was loosing it.

"Bel, did you spike the oj?"

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