Sorry if the Wizards are terribly out of character. This is the part where I confessed that I did not actually watch season 4 (well I saw a few episodes) but not enough to keep them in character.

Duman slumped besides Ogron on the sofa. "Heard te took a trip...to down town Magix." Ogron drummed his fingers on the coffee table.

"How? From who?" Duman asked.

"Does that really matter. Point is, if anyone finds out we're alive...well, we'll be alive no longer." Ogron informed.

"We...'died' on Earth." Duman argued. "Not Magix."

"And where do te think those faeries are from hu? Magix Duman! They're from Magix. Where do they go to school? Magix." Orgon slammed his fist down on the coffee table. "What were te doing in downtown Magix anyhow?"

"Unlike all of you, I'm actually trying to get a job. I'm trying to keep Cibo on the table. While all of te sit around, planning revenge...raping women. I'm actually trying to do something with my life!" Duman yelled.

"A job?" Anagan snorted. "All we gotta do is steal what we want."

"Oh and we're gonna steal us something." Gantlos shot them all a smirk. "There's something out there that belongs to me. 'N Imma get it back."

"What was taken from you?" Duman asked.

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Icy stepped into the apartment. "Well it's about time." Stormy greeted.

"Hello to te too." Icy slid her way past the other witch and over to the fridge. "You want to get me a spoon?"

"Not really." Stormy muttered, but proceeded to toss Icy a spoon regardless.

"I was getting sick of that hospital food." Icy stated as she served herself a scoop...or three of ice cream.

"You gonna share?" Stormy asked.

"No." Icy answered abruptly and hugged the tub of ice cream closer.

"You never share it." Stormy remarked silently to herself.

"Where's Darcy anyways?" Icy asked ignoring Stormy's last remark.

"Overtime." Stormy answered.

"Oh." Icy detto between spoonfuls. "Okay then." After finishing her bowl of ice cream she fell upon the sofa.

"Aren't te going to put on your pajamas? o at least walk to your room?' Stormy asked.

"Stormy, it's 12:00. I'm not nocturnal like Darcy. Now, do us both a favor and turn out the lights." Icy pointed in the general direction of the light switch.

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At two in the morning came a pounding on the door.

"Stormy!" Icy yelled "Answer that."

"You're closer." Stormy whined from in her room.

Icy sighed. Who comes to the door at two in the morning anyhow? With a yawn she groggily got to her feet.

"This better be pretty damn important." Icy hissed.

The man at the door was all to familiar to Icy. He was her ride home--and now, with his hair styled in its usual fashion, she recognized him--he was the one who let them rape her.

"He took her. He took your friend...the one with the brown hair and glasses." Duman blurted out before Icy had even a chance to kick his ass.

"Liar." Icy detto flatly before attempting to slam the door.

Duman caught it with his wrist. "It's not a lie."

"Just how stupid do te think I am? Maybe hitching a ride with a complete stranger gave te the wrong idea. But I'll have te know I'm not fool enough to go back to him just because te claim he has Darcy." Icy hissed and attempted to close the door più forcefully.

"Damn it!" Duman ran a hand over his Mohawk. "I swear to God, he. Has. Her. And I'm here to help te get...Dracy back."

"Darcy." Icy corrected.

"Whatever. Point is, I'm here to help you." Duman huffed.

"And what exactly did te do when I asked for your help? te were in a corner. Whimpering like a little boy." Icy snarled.

"Maybe that's why I want to help te now." Duman shot back.

"Fine. But I'm driving again." Icy held her hand out.

"Whatever gets te to cooperate." He placed the keys in her hand.

"I thought te guys were dead." Icy remarked upon turning the corner.

"We faked that. It was Anagan's idea." Duman confessed.

"Lovely." Icy murmured. "Just lovely."

"We're here." Duman said. Icy slammed down on the breaks. "Shit, woman! te trying to wreck my car!?"

"At least I didn't wreck your life." Icy scowled.

"I didn't do anything!" Duman practically shouted.

"Yeah." Icy hissed. "That's the problem." She slammed the door shut. "So. who else is home?"

"No one. They detto they were going out to get some...supplies." Duman answered.

"And the best part is. te believed us." Ogron grinned lifting a gun to the man's head.

"And you." Came a voice from behind.

Icy spun to face him.

"You have two choices. Come with me, o watch this one..." Gantlos motioned to Darcy (held, with another gun to her head, da Anagan). "Die."