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This P.O.M was written by Laine (Zeke/Cosmo/Puck) and nominated by T'Lana (Giles/Amy/Puck).

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This P.O.M. was written by Laine (Zeke/Cosmo/Puck) and nominated by T'Lana (Giles/Amy/Puck).

Harmony let herself be pulled down by Jeffrey, wondering for a minute why. That was answered as the first gunshot rang out across the store. You may hear gunshots in movies and on TV, but to actually hear one that close to you is a totally different matter.

"Get us out of here," Harmony whispered harshly. She no longer cared who saw her, or noticed any magic. She did not want to die in these clothes.

This P.O.M. was written by Andrew (Harmony) and nominated by Trip (Cassie/Sharon).

As she took the first few tentitative steps, towards the ladies room, Harmony felt very alone. It was as if she was in a foreign country, all by herself. Opening the door, she peered inside. There wasn't anyone else there, but the artificial light, that the fluro bulbs provided, did nothing to reduce the alieness, she felt.

Shrugging to herself, she locked the door, before making her way to the basin.

"Ewww!!" Harmony moaned as she had to force the blouse from her body. The substance that she had rolled in had stuck most of the blouse to her torso. After a little effort, she had managed to force it off. She looked at herself in the mirror, barely recognising the image she saw. Her hair was a mess, she had greenish brown splodges of goo, over most of her body and the stench had if anything gotten worse.

Realising that she had to take off her skirt as well, she quickly prayed that the lock on the door worked properly and that her flock would never hear of this. After shimmering out of her skirt, she started to wash down her body with the items supplied by the other girl. It was a hard task, the substance had congealed like caramel and wasn't at all easy to get off. But after a number of minutes she had rid herself of the visual evidence at least. The smell, even if less pungent, stayed. Noticing that there wasn't a shower in this room, she only hoped that her magical companion could transport her to one soon.

Harmony bent down to pick up her clothes and realised that they had stuck to the floor. Pulling at them, she almost stopped breathing when she heard the sound of fabric tearing. Stopping her forceful pull, she gently tugged at them, and succeeded in releasing them from the floor. Holding them up, she was about to try and wash them down, when she noticed that her blouse had ripped down the front, rendering it practically illegal in most states.

"No!" she cried, frantically trying to think of a way to fasten it around her. All that succeeded in doing was to widen the tear, making even the least modest person think twice about wearing the garment in public.

Tears fell from Harmony's eyes as she contemplated the situation she was in. In a Wal- Mart, Basically topless, stuck in a ladies room, smelling like yesterday's garbage. For not the first time in the last 10 minutes, she really wondered if someone powerful hated her.

There was nothing else she could do.

"Jeffrey!" she whined, "Can your friend repair clothes?"

This P.O.M. was written by Andrew (Harmony) and nominated by Trip (Cassie/Sharon).

As Harmony walked away from the kitchen, she calmed herself down. She was getting way to caught up in all of this. Afterall, she had started the whole thing by telling Xander about Aidan kissing Cordelia. She hated that Jessica Anderson could get under her skin like that. Did she really care that Cordelia and Xander would break up? She couldn't care less. But the fact that Jessica looked like she would end up with Xander, something that Jessica wanted, made her blood boil. The other point, that she had actually started to enjoy talking to Jessica, was something that her brain didn't want to process at present. It was too busy dealing with the cold hard emotion of hate.

Her first thought was to call Cordelia and tell her what was going on. That or go and see her. But remembering that Cordelia had not answered the phone when she tried to call her previously, Harmony decided against roaming through the city looking for her. There were too many dangers at night, for that to be done by herself.

Realising that she had no reason for staying at the Madisons, Harmony decided to go home. Even though her place was only across the road, she did not want to go over by herself. She had learnt a few safety rules for living on the hellmouth, and being a single serving was not one of them.

As she entered the hall, she saw Jeffrey and a girl she had seen earlier, standing very close.

'Weird. I thought he was with Willow,' Harmony thought.

She walked softly up to them, a little nervous about asking Jeffrey to walk her hom. While he didn't exactly like her, he had saved her from the psycho woman earlier.

Stopping a few feet behind them, Harmony reached out and lightly touched Jeffrey on the shoulder.

"Excuse Me," she said softly.

Suddenly she felt her body start to act weirdly, as if it was .... well she couldn't explain it, but it scared her no end.

"Help!!" she yelled, but like her body, the word seemed to melt into the background.

Before she could say anything more, she suddenly felt normal again. And that is when the smell hit her. It those first few seconds she was more mortified than she had ever been in her life. She wondered about who was looking down on her, paying her back for all the mean thinigs she had ever done. Surely whatever she had done in her life, did not mean that she deserved this.

As she tried to get up, she fell back down again, slipping as she tried to gain her balance. Her hand felt something soft and squelchy. Putting that thought out of her mind, she tried again, this time more carefully. She climbed up and hoistered herself over the edge of the industrial bin. Pieces of newspaper and other rubbish clung to her, stuck to her clothes by some foul smelling liquid. She could feel the tears starting to wash out of her eyes, but it wasn't till she saw where she was that she finally let the emotion run forth. Glancing up at the sign, of the store in front of her, she almost collasped to the pavement.

The 'Wal-Mart' sign glowed softly in the night. It was enough to send Harmony over the edge. Holding her head in her hands, the smell of the rubbish that had stuck to her clothes, overpowering her senses, she started to cry.

This P.O.M. was written by Andrew (Harmony) and nominated by Trip (Cassie/Sharon).

"Cos is a big... JERK!"

Aidan had been almost asleep when the Slayers came in and started talking about Cosmo. Aidan hated Cosmo. Almost as much as he hated... um... anyone else that he hated. He was sure there had to be someone. His cloudy mind couldn't pick a name right now, though.

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled, remembering someone. "Sharon. She's the one I really hate. She was so mean to me." Raising his voice, he added, "But I hate Cos, too. He hit me, and Faith didn't do anything to stop him..."

Aidan sat up, and his bleary eyes turned on the Slayers. There was a really sad droop to his eyes and mouth, as his pain pill-induced state encouraged him to say some of the things that had been weighing him down for so long.

"I couldn't believe you didn't do anything to stop him, Faith," Aidan said sadly. "I would never abuse you like he said I did..."

He sighed deeply, almost losing his balance in the process. "But now you're hurting, too, and that's bad. I wish no one ever had to hurt again. Hurting is really, really, really, really bad. Really bad."

Aidan frowned, thinking of all the people who had hurt other people lately. The numbers were growing, and he really didn't like that.

This P.O.M. was written by Erin (Aidan/Jeffery/Joyce) and nominated by Trip (Cassie/Sharon).