Wasn't this supposed to be a one-shot? Three parts! That's as far as I'll go with this! Probably!

Anti-Wanda didn't want to open her eyes. She was too groggy; she wanted to sleep longer, and her body ached all over. Anti-Wanda forced her eyes to open and take in their surroundings. The off-white walls, the strange bed she was laying in, and the smell of cleaning solution scared her, as she was unfamiliar with the setting she had found herself in. And, where were her clothes? Instead of a sweater and blue jeans, she was wearing a plain baby blue dress, if you could even call it that. Her bra was gone, but at least she was still wearing underpants. Then, Anti-Wanda looked at her leg to find it wrap in a strange white...cloth? She tentatively touched her stomach. It was sore, and she could have sworn there was something on it. She lifted up the collar of her 'dress' and found the same white cloth wrapped around her stomach. After some pondering, she recalled seeing places like this on TV. This must have been a hospital.

"Excuse me?"

Anti-Wanda's head shot up. She was pretty sure someone was talking to her. She turned her head toward the source of the voice, who was in the bed next to hers. The moment she made eye-contact with him, the man, wearing the same dress-thing as she was, looked away, seeming to prefer staring at his folded hands. Like his voice, his appearance was also familiar. Except for his eyes, which were green - an odd color, since most anti-fairies had red eyes - and clouded over with guilt.

Suddenly, it all came back to Anti-Wanda. The reunion, the attack, the restoration. As Anti-Wanda studied the anti-fairy, who had started to bunch up his sheets in frustration of something, she recognized him. This was Anti-Cosmo, the Xye she'd restored. Why he was in the room with her, she didn't know. She just knew that he was upset.

Since she didn't like seeing people upset, Anti-Wanda plastered on a friendly smile and responded with a hearty, "Howdy!" He flinched, and Anti-Wanda assumed she was talking too loud; she had a tendency to do that. Lowering her voice slightly, she said, "You're that Xye-fellow, right?" Anti-Cosmo seemed to turn completely rigid. "Yeah, ya are!" Anti-Wanda pointed to her head. "I remembered that, 'cause it scared the hell outta me!" Anti-Cosmo still didn't look at her but nodded in response. "Ya ain't one for talkin', are ya?"

Anti-Cosmo didn't answer. Instead, he took in a deep breath and exhaled. Still, refusing to meet her gaze, he said, "I know apologies won't do any good, but..." He bit down on his lower lip, and Anti-Wanda was impressed that he managed to do that with such sharp-looking fangs. "This will sound like an excuse, Anti-Wanda, but I didn't really have any control over-"

"How do you know my name?" Anti-Wanda asked. She wasn't accusing him of anything; she was simply curious.

Anti-Cosmo froze, like he'd done something wrong. He turned his head toward her but didn't look at her face. "Y-you're bracelet. It has your name on it."

Bracelet? Anti-Wanda lifted her wrist up to her face. Sure enough, there was a little plastic bracelet with her name on it. She stared at it for a moment, completely baffled.

Anti-Cosmo seemed to sense her confusion. "All of the patients get one." He lifted up his wrist, revealing his own bracelet. "See? I have one as well but with my own name on it."

Still confused, Anti-Wanda tilted her head. "How do these here bracelets know our names?"

Did his lips almost form a smile? Or, did she just imagine that? "You aren't bright, are you?"

It wasn't the first time someone asked her that, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Anti-Wanda shrugged indifferently. "You know what they say: ignorance is bliss."

This time, Anti-Cosmo gave her a half-smile, although it seemed forced. "So, it is."

Anti-Wanda pursed her lips. Why did Anti-Cosmo seem so upset? Anti-Wanda almost asked what was wrong, but she stopped herself. She wasn't the most intelligent anti-fairy - if anything, she was one of the dumbest - but she got the sense that Anti-Cosmo would tell her when, or if, he wanted to. Instead, she asked, "Why ya here, anyway? Ya don't look sick or hurt or nothin'."

Anti-Cosmo gave an exasperated sigh. "Tell that to the Hippocratic oaf."

"What kind of hippo?"

"I'm referring to the doctor. From what I'm told, you and I were found unconscious in the woods. That blasted Dr. Anti-Studwell insists that I stay here for the night, but I feel perfectly fine."

Anti-Wanda nodded, not sure how else to respond. They fell silent, until the slight awkwardness became too much for Anti-Wanda. "Ya got anywhere to go?" Anti-Wanda slapped her hand over mouth. She hadn't meant to ask something so personal, but now it was out there, and she couldn't take it back.

Anti-Cosmo studied her for a moment, and Anti-Wanda felt self-conscious under his forest green gaze. She was suddenly aware of her black eye, her hair that was probably ruined, her horrible teeth, her A-cup breasts- Wait, what? Why was she so flustered? Especially about her petite bra size?

Anti-Cosmo smirked. "You think I'm staring at them, don't you?" Anti-Wanda realized that she had subconsciously pull her blanket over her breasts. Anti-Cosmo chuckled lightly when Anti-Wanda blushed in embarrassment and lowered her blanket. "Now, what exactly did you mean, when you asked if I had somewhere to go?"

Dammit. Anti-Wanda really wished she could take that question back. "I-it's just that you were a Xye, and I don't think you'd be welcome with them no more..."

Anti-Cosmo blinked twice. It seemed like that hadn't occurred to him. He shrugged after a moment. "My brother will probably take me in. At least until I have a more permanent home." Good. At least he had someone to turn to. "Or, perhaps my mother..."

Mother. Anti-Wanda didn't know how she'd forgotten. Her mother was dead, probably devoured by now. One of the few anti-fairies who accepted her kindness and stupidity, who even loved her for her strangeness, was gone. Anti-Wanda's throat tightened, and her eyes burned, but she refused to cry in front of a stranger. No, she preferred to wait until she was alone or with someone close to her to release her grief.

"I-I'm terribly sorry," Anti-Cosmo apologized sincerely. "I shouldn't have brought that up."

"No, it-it's okay." Anti-Wanda wiped her eyes with her blanket. "You said you couldn't control yourself, right? Then, nothing you did was your fault."

Anti-Cosmo lowered his eyes and smiled sadly. "You're rather forgiving, for an anti-fairy."

Anti-Wanda nodded. "Yeah." She twirled her finger by her ear, the universal symbol for crazy. "I'm kind of a screwball."

Anti-Cosmo looked back up at her, and Anti-Wanda couldn't explain the flutters that formed in her stomach. "I don't know if I'd call you a 'screwball,' but you're most certainly a unique woman, and that's not at all a bad thing."

Anti-Wanda was momentarily stunned. She received so few compliments that she wasn't entirely sure how to react when she did receive one. On top of that, her face was burning, and her stomach wouldn't stop flip-flopping. She found herself staring into those beautifully unique eyes and couldn't stop herself. All the memories of who he used to be and where they were now had completely slipped her mind. The only thing she could focus on was the man on the other side of the small room. She desperately wanted to get closer to him, to poof herself into his muscular arms, to see if his straight blue hair was as soft as it looked-

Stop it! she mentally scolded herself. You just met him!

Anti-Wanda forced herself to look away, knowing that she was humiliating herself by staring. Anti-Cosmo surely thought she was creepy - and not in a way that an anti-fairy would like - and she wanted nothing more than to grab her wand and poof herself anywhere else-

"Uh, where's my wand?" she asked, not expecting Anti-Cosmo to answer.

But, he did. "The doctors take the patients' wands so they can't poof out of here."

"Oh." Anti-Wanda needed a moment alone. Yet, at the same time, she wanted to stay with Anti-Cosmo. Anti-Wanda internally screamed in frustration. Why was she acting so much dumber than usual? "You have to go to the bathroom?" she asked, hoping Anti-Cosmo would say yes.

Instead, he just seemed confused. "Um, no..."

"Oh." Time for plan B. "I have to go."

She struggled to float out of bed. Her wings were killing her! They must have been damaged as well. After barely floating for about two seconds, Anti-Wanda fell, but to her surprise, she didn't hit the ground. Anti-Wanda's heartbeat quickened. Anti-Cosmo had caught her and was now standing there, holding her bridal style. His face held a mixture of amusement, irritation, and... Was that affection? And, was he blushing as much as she was?

To top it off, Anti-Cosmo was smiling warmly at her. "You're as stubborn as I am, aren't you?" Surprising her once again, Anti-Cosmo put her down beside him and put her arm around his broad shoulders. "Next time, don't over-exert yourself."

Anti-Wanda didn't know what 'over-exert' meant, so she just nodded, her face practically boiling as Anti-Cosmo gently lead her to the restroom. Still, she was grateful for his support; she wasn't sure she could have walked on her bandaged leg.

Once inside the restroom, she closed and locked the door and leaned her back against it. She took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves and tried not to think about Anti-Cosmo, since he seemed to be the one making her so nervous. Unfortunately, her thoughts kept wandering to how kind he was being to her. Not to mention his rugged jawline, charming accent, intelligent green gaze-

Knock it off! she ordered herself. Anti-Wanda sighed and slid down to the floor.

I don't think Anti-Cosmo was too OOC... I mean, with what's been going on in his life, and Heaven knows what he's done as a Xye... Also, Anti-Wanda asking if Anti-Cosmo had to use the bathroom was from the Victorious episode, "The Blond Squad."

Anyway, part three will be here, so review!