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The gym, Wednesday evening

Aeryn's not upset, even in the last... week has given her plenty of things to be upset about. Being upset is counterproductive, and she's not going to deal with that at the moment. Instead, she's going to take advantage of the fact that she's actually got some time where no one's watching over her and she's not watching over anyone else to go down to the gym and hit things. Hard. And without gloves. It's just been that kind of week.

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multi_madrox, but open. Also, to be safe, any other threads should go before his.]

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Jamie was heading back to his room to pick up some more items when he heard the sound of things being hit. Hard. Poking his head into the gym he saw Aeryn in the middle of her work out routine.

Deciding that this was probably the worse time to go and actually talk to her about last week, Jamie nevertheless entered the gym.

"Hey."

"Hey," Aeryn says, still concentrating on the bag. She can do multitask.

"Got a second? I need to talk to you about last week." Jamie said suddenly looking everywhere but Aeryn.

Used to be that wasn't a problem for him.

She elbows into the bag, then pulls herself away. It's probably a good idea to catch her breath anyway. "What about it?"

And then she stares at the suit.

"When you got caught in the boiler room that day? It wasn't an accident. Someone shut the door behind you," Jamie said looking nervous. "I know because I was the one who did it. Kind of."

Of all the things he could have told her, she wasn't expecting that.

Between the suit and that kind of admission, Aeryn's holding off her reaction for the moment, just in case this is some sort of joke. "Kind of?"

"I... made some duplicates of myself and one of them turned out to be a perverse dark side of me. It shoved me in that crazy locker and took my place last week," Jamie explained. "When I... he saw you go downstairs he followed you and locked you in."

She's given up on trying to remember what happened a week ago, because short term memory doesn't always come back with that sort of thing. Still, that does sound a little familiar, like she did see him before. Setting her jaw, she asks, "Why?"

"Because he thought it would be funny. At least to him," Jamie replied. "I knew you didn't like the heat. I didn't know what it would do to you. When you ended up in the clinic..."

Jamie's voice trailed off. He shook his head and refocused. "Well it would have been repulsive to me. To him it was the best thing ever."

Aeryn could hit him, but she doesn't, slamming her fist into the bag instead. Maybe she's learned restraint. "If John hadn't happened to come down there when he did, I would have ended up worse than dead," she snaps. "And y- he came to see me afterward."

Jamie takes a few steps back when Aeryn hits the bag.

"I know. I wanted to apologize for what happened. I never realized there was a part of me like that and if I had known I would have never let him out," Jamie said apologetically. "It's part of the reason why I'm wearing this... thing"

"To frighten people away from talking to you?"

Jamie groaned and facepalmed.

"It keeps me from inadvertantly duplicating," Jamie explained. "Until I can make sure that part of me doesn't come out again, the outfit stays on."

The sick thing is, she's dealt with enough instances of people doing things because they weren't themselves to understand it. John himself was reminding her of that only a few days ago. "How do I know this isn't a part of it?" she asks. "That this part of you really isn't the one talking to me right now?"

"Anakin scanned me last Saturday," he replied. "You can ask Nadia, Molly or Kawalsky if you don't believe me. Not that you don't have a good reason to do so."

And the two people she'd actually ask aren't here to ask. Also, it's alarming her that she's not hitting the bag again. "So now what?" she asks.

"Um. I'm sorry?"

She's never had someone apologize for almost killing her before. She doesn't quite know how to handle it.

So instead of handling it, she hits the bag again hard, and turns on her heel to leave the gym.

Jamie winced as Aeryn left the room. Granted he wasn't dead which was a possible outcome of the conversation that he considered but still... not the way he wanted the conversation to end.

He then turned and headed back to town.

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