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Laundry Room, Sunday Evening

John had had a busy day. He'd blown off football to go to the garage, the salle, and to call Jaina's comm a half dozen times. He'd seen and heard no sign of her.

Sitting in his room was no longer an option as he had gotten quite a headache from banging his head on the wall. Or was it a result of the tequila?

There he was, sitting next to a pile of clean clothes, staring at the spinning contents of the dryer - the sheets that he'd suddenly found so offensive as to prompt him to wash them three times.

[I have no idea, really. Open for others who need clean clothes?]

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Ooooooh, this was a very shiny sort of room. And oh! There were all sorts of shiny objects in here! And a boy who was watching a dryer.

Rikku hovered in mid-air, staring at the dryer, trying to see if she could figure out what was so fascinating about it.

John turned his head to look at the hovering...girl. She was maybe familiar, but he'd heard about a pixie on the radio. "Gonna do some laundry?"

"Nope!" Rikku said enthusiastically. "I'm looking for treasure. You seen any treasure around here?"

"Only if my clean underwear is considered a treasure," he replied, holding up his hands in typical gesture, his watch gleaming on his wrist.

Watch. Watch shiiiiiiiny. Rikku stared. And then smiled brightly. "I don't think so. Underwear isn't shiny. You haven't seen anything else?"

Now, how to get the watch?

"Sorry, I've been a little preoccupied," he sighed. "But I'll keep my eyes open."

"You do that," Rikku said with a firm nod. And then waited until he looked back at the dryer again, and made a supersneaky stealth dive for the watch on his wrist.

Which was heavy, and stuck on there pretty good, so it required some tugging.

This was, perhaps, less subtle than she had hoped for it to be.

So John felt the tugging, yes. He looked down at his wrist.

"Um...?" He was at a loss.

"Hynuuuuuuuh ..." Tug. "Unnnnnnnnnngh ...." Tug.

.... Oh.

Rikku blinked up at John, eyes wide. A few seconds later she let go of the watch and smiled brightly. "Hi! I was ... stuck!"

Rikku was possibly, at the moment, dimmer than her cat.

He stared at her. "Right."

He looked down at his watch. "Did you want that, or something?"

"No!" Rikku said, eyes as innocent as they could be. "I was ... testing the band! It's stuck on there good! You got a nice solid watch band. They certainly didn't rip you off on that one!"

"It's a good band," John shrugged, unclasping it and sliding the watch off his wrist. He held it out to her.

"Did you want to have a look?"

"Yes! I'll take extra-good care of it, I promise!" She reached out and lifted the watch, which ohhhhh, was heavy enough to make her fly a little slower.

And then with a grin she zooooooooomed as fast as she could for the door. "Byeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

... this wasn't as fast as it might have been, had she not been carrying an enormous watch, so he could totally catch her without much effort.

John sighed, he didn't know what the pixie-thing wanted with his watch.

"I'd come after you, and probably get it back easily," he reasoned calmly. "But it's almost amusing to watch you fly with it, so enjoy."

"Thanks for the treasure!" she called happily, zipping away. Well. Zipping was a relative term ...

It was shiny! It was hers! It was treasure!

John shook his head. He supposed he'd be needing a new watch.

For lack of anything better to do, Dawn was there, with a basket of clothes. "Hey," she greeted John, then began loading her washer.

John waved a watch-less hand at her, "Hey yourself."

"So, Sam's spending the weekend as a Barbie doll," she said by way of conversation before starting the machine and climbing on top of it. "How's yours going?"

That got him to look away from the dryer. "Sam's a BARBIE DOLL?"

She thought about that for a second. "Okay, more like a Ken doll. Except with bad hair."

"He does have that floppy bang thing going on," John noted, happily distracted from his own issues for the moment. "Why in the world is he a Ken doll?"

"Dunno," she shrugged. "Just happened, I guess. I went to bed with a full-sized, skin-covered Sam, and woke up with weetiny Plasticman. Just Fandom being a pain in the ass, I guess. He'll get better."

"You know, sometimes Fandom sucks," he replied. "I woke up with Brooke from French class. I feel your pain, except I'll probably die soon."

She blinked at John. He hadn't struck her as that kind of guy. "Did you go to bed with Brooke from French class?"

"Apparently," John sighed. "I think Fandom was messing with me because I honestly thought she was Jaina the night before. And there are...differences. You'd think I'd have noticed." He didn't think he needed to get specific about what those differences were, but he'd seen them.

"Okay, calm down," Dawn reached out to put her hand on his arm, "Sometimes morning afters don't match the night befores here. Like, there was this one time, where Sam woke up--you know what, it's not important. But if you didn't notice the differences before, maybe it wasn't Brooke, is all I'm saying."

"That...makes no sense, but I will cling to the hope," John told her. "But now do you understand why I was freaking out in French class?"

"Fandom does that, yeah. Maybe a little. I mean, I would have asked, but you're a boy."

"What does my being a boy have to do with it?" John asked, confused.

"I figured you wouldn't want to go all Oprah and tell me what was bugging you," she told him.

"Well, I was just trying to point out that the girl who's the double of my girlfriend was in our French class. It's not like I had some big emotional tale to tell," John scoffed, like he ever had emotional tales. Other than right now.

"Okay," and wow, she sucked in the friend stakes, because she'd completely missed that. "So, you're having troubles with that? Sam had a double for a while, and it was all kinds of confusing. Plus, Dean had Alec."

"I had trouble with it at first," John admitted. "But once I realized one is taller and the girly dress stuff is different it wasn't too bad." He was mostly just traumatized now waking up with the wrong one.

"So, you really think you slept with the wrong one, huh? Ouch." She winced. "But even if you did, it wasn't like it was on purpose, right?"

"Right!" he agreed. "I'm sure she'll forgive me. Mostly. The crazy stuff seems to follow me, you know?"

"You sure you're not from Sunnydale?" She teased, not sure about the forgiving part, but hey, she was trying to make him feel better here.

"Sadly, no," he said. "Sunnydale's the place with all the vampires, right?"

"And demons. We kind of specialize in crazy stuff and bad relationships."

"Sounds like I should take up residence," John chuckled. "And maybe Ken doll Sam, too."

"I didn't take pictures, and I should have," she sulked. "He couldn't even open the door by himself."

"Is he seriously small like a doll?" the mental picture was really too great.

"Oh, yeah," she said, then started giggling. "God, he'd better get better soon."

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