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(I couldn't resist this one.)
Allanna hummed quietly to herself, an old Sardovan melody on her lips, as she washed dishes in the tiny Parisian kitchen.
"Honey?" Jack called from the living room. "Can you come here a second?"
Setting the plate she was about to wash in the soapy sink, she dried her hands on a stray dishtowel. "What is it, love?" Rounding the corner into the neatly furnished living room, she stopped dead in her tracks and rubbed her eyes.
On the left, standing by the sofa, with his hands in his pockets and looking very pleased with himself, was Jack.
On the right, standing by the television, with his hands in his pockets and looking very pleased with himself, was Jack.
"Hi, honey." they chorused.
She rubbed her eyes again, coughing. "Erm ... darling?"
"Yes?" Jack on the left was grinning, rocking back on his heels. Jack on the right was looking rather introspective and thoughtful.
"You seem a trifle ... erm ... beside yourself today."
"I suppose I am." Jack on the left chuckled.
"Don't you mean we are?" Jack on the right piped up.
"I suppose I do."
"Is there a particular reason you're doing this?" Allanna asked, sinking down into an armchair. For some reason she felt a trifle off. Maybe it was the eggs she'd had that morning. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the fact that her boyfriend had somehow spawned a duplicate. Who knew?
"Oh, I wanted to make sure I could." Jack on the right replied casually. "I have a feeling it's going to come in rather handy. Ross never showed you this trick?"
"No ... no, I'd have to say he didn't."
"He used to do this to pick up prostitutes, apparently. He called one of himself Ross, and the other one of himself Dave, and pretended he was a set of twins. You just shift back in time and create a minor temporal paradox by running into yourself. It's really a very interesting sensation." Jack on the right explained.
Jack on the left - which was the real one ... or was he? He was certainly the one doing most of the talking ... she thought? It was so hard to be sure... - came over to her and began running his hands across her bare shoulders, along the neckline of her blue flowered sundress. "I thought," he murmured, "that I would stay home with you, and we'd send him over there to work. No one's going to be able to tell the difference."
"That's hardly fair." Jack on the right sniffed indignantly. "I want to stay home with Allanna. How come you get to stay home with Allanna and I don't?"
"Well, we can't both stay home with Allanna." Jack on the left replied reasonably. "Unless we spawn a third copy, that is."
"That won't work, stupid, he'll just want to stay home with Allanna too." Jack on the right scoffed.
"We could flip a coin?"
"I suppose we could, at that."
"I'm hungry."
"So am I. What should we do about this? Oh, that's right, we have pie."
"I refuse to feed an infinite number of Jack Donovans." Allanna looked between them both rather severely. "One of you is quite enough."
"But Allanna ..." they whined, in chorus.
"No!"
They laughed, an eerie stereo effect. Suddenly the air shimmered, and they seemed to merge into one unit - one Jack, who was standing before her, that same smile still on his face.
"Scare you?" Jack replied, chuckling.
"Don't you ever do that again." Allanna scolded. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She buried her face in his chest, hands running over his back and sides gently. Seemed solid enough. She looked up at him trepidly. "Are you sure you're ... you?"
"Of course I am." Jack laughed. "One hundred percent Jack Donovan. Promise." He paused. "At least I think I am."
"Jack!"
"Kidding ... kidding. Yes. I am. I was before, too." He stroked her long black curls tenderly, smiling mischevously at her. "Have I been bad again?"
"Just a little bit." Allanna laughed and shook her head, unable to resist the little-boy-sparkle in his eyes.
Allanna hummed quietly to herself, an old Sardovan melody on her lips, as she washed dishes in the tiny Parisian kitchen.
"Honey?" Jack called from the living room. "Can you come here a second?"
Setting the plate she was about to wash in the soapy sink, she dried her hands on a stray dishtowel. "What is it, love?" Rounding the corner into the neatly furnished living room, she stopped dead in her tracks and rubbed her eyes.
On the left, standing by the sofa, with his hands in his pockets and looking very pleased with himself, was Jack.
On the right, standing by the television, with his hands in his pockets and looking very pleased with himself, was Jack.
"Hi, honey." they chorused.
She rubbed her eyes again, coughing. "Erm ... darling?"
"Yes?" Jack on the left was grinning, rocking back on his heels. Jack on the right was looking rather introspective and thoughtful.
"You seem a trifle ... erm ... beside yourself today."
"I suppose I am." Jack on the left chuckled.
"Don't you mean we are?" Jack on the right piped up.
"I suppose I do."
"Is there a particular reason you're doing this?" Allanna asked, sinking down into an armchair. For some reason she felt a trifle off. Maybe it was the eggs she'd had that morning. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the fact that her boyfriend had somehow spawned a duplicate. Who knew?
"Oh, I wanted to make sure I could." Jack on the right replied casually. "I have a feeling it's going to come in rather handy. Ross never showed you this trick?"
"No ... no, I'd have to say he didn't."
"He used to do this to pick up prostitutes, apparently. He called one of himself Ross, and the other one of himself Dave, and pretended he was a set of twins. You just shift back in time and create a minor temporal paradox by running into yourself. It's really a very interesting sensation." Jack on the right explained.
Jack on the left - which was the real one ... or was he? He was certainly the one doing most of the talking ... she thought? It was so hard to be sure... - came over to her and began running his hands across her bare shoulders, along the neckline of her blue flowered sundress. "I thought," he murmured, "that I would stay home with you, and we'd send him over there to work. No one's going to be able to tell the difference."
"That's hardly fair." Jack on the right sniffed indignantly. "I want to stay home with Allanna. How come you get to stay home with Allanna and I don't?"
"Well, we can't both stay home with Allanna." Jack on the left replied reasonably. "Unless we spawn a third copy, that is."
"That won't work, stupid, he'll just want to stay home with Allanna too." Jack on the right scoffed.
"We could flip a coin?"
"I suppose we could, at that."
"I'm hungry."
"So am I. What should we do about this? Oh, that's right, we have pie."
"I refuse to feed an infinite number of Jack Donovans." Allanna looked between them both rather severely. "One of you is quite enough."
"But Allanna ..." they whined, in chorus.
"No!"
They laughed, an eerie stereo effect. Suddenly the air shimmered, and they seemed to merge into one unit - one Jack, who was standing before her, that same smile still on his face.
"Scare you?" Jack replied, chuckling.
"Don't you ever do that again." Allanna scolded. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She buried her face in his chest, hands running over his back and sides gently. Seemed solid enough. She looked up at him trepidly. "Are you sure you're ... you?"
"Of course I am." Jack laughed. "One hundred percent Jack Donovan. Promise." He paused. "At least I think I am."
"Jack!"
"Kidding ... kidding. Yes. I am. I was before, too." He stroked her long black curls tenderly, smiling mischevously at her. "Have I been bad again?"
"Just a little bit." Allanna laughed and shook her head, unable to resist the little-boy-sparkle in his eyes.
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