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Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)
There were still too many things on Armand's mind for him to truly relax. The morning with Alec had been a help. And seeing that TK was going to be well helped him know that it was time to work out something else, but what? He'd already, without success again, tried to reach one of the club leaders about his sole idea of something new and different. Maybe it was hopeless.
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
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And it was for that very fact that this situation worried her. She had no memory beyond setting off the makeshift bomb and beginning to climb to the surface. But considering that all her injuries had ostensibly healed, she must have been unconscious for approximately a week. In that time, it was plausible for someone to have kidnapped Booth, but decidedly less so for them to have successfully altered his mental faculties to the point where he no longer recognized her.
She'd thought she would be difficult to erase from his mind. Parker too.
"What are you drawing?" she asked, hoping to find a way in through whatever they had conditioned him to believe. If she could prove that to be a set of false memories or personality traits, perhaps she could make him remember his true self. Not bothering to wait for permission, she craned her neck over to study his half-finished sketch.
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So, where to start? They needed to learn more about where they were, obviously, but... maybe she needed to write down everything she'd learned already first, just to clear her head. And that was the difficult part. Should she start with the monsters, or with whoever Leslie was supposed to be?
Willow had barely touched pen tip to paper before she absentmindedly glanced up and noticed an unfamiliar woman talking to Angel. That in and of itself wasn't so strange; it was the fact that she was acting as if she knew him, and that Angel was looking utterly confused. Willow frowned, wondering what was going on. After silently debating for a moment whether or not to go over and find out, she slowly stood up and stepped towards them. She needed to talk to Angel about tonight, anyway.
"Hey... Angel?" she asked as she came to a stop next to them. "I forgot to tell you something important. About tonight." She glanced curiously over at the other woman. "What's going on?"
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What. Okay. That wasn't the answer he had been hoping she'd grant him to give a nice transition into an explanation of what might be going on. Although he was starting to think he had no idea himself.
As the woman (had he heard her right, when she said her name was Bones?) bent down, Willow chose that exact moment to arrive and it was at that point that Angel decided to give up any semblance of trying to take control of the situation.
"I don't know," he admitted, glancing back at the woman. "We seem to be having a bit of an -- identity crisis."
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Speaking of the newcomer... early twenties, West Coast accent, and not an athlete, though she appeared in decent physical shape. She also had red hair, which piqued Brennan's curiosity, as she had observed a statistically disproportionate number of redheads and blondes amongst the so-called "patients."
"Well, I know my name, and I know your name," she said in answer to Booth. "Although..." She looked up at the younger woman standing over them. "...we don't know each other's names. I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Jeffersonian Institute." She turned to look at her partner. "So it would seem the only person having an identity crisis is you, Booth."
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"Um... I'm Willow," she said in reply, mostly because she was at a loss for anything else to say and it seemed like the best thing to do first. "And... believe me, he's definitely Angel. I've known him for... six years now." An idea occurred to the redhead suddenly and she turned to address Angel again. "Unless your name was Booth before you were a va - um, before." Considering the circumstances, maybe it wasn't a good idea to make things any more confusing than they probably already were for Dr. Brennan.
Where on earth did she recognize him from, anyway? Angel kept to himself, as far as Willow knew, so unless Dr. Brennan met him in L.A. somewhere...
Or did this have something to do with the fictional universes thing again?
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This would've been easier if Temperance was as confused as they all were, but her confidence was making it hard to broach the entire I think we might be experiencing a doppelganger effect topic which, however bizarre, was at least something he knew a little bit about. Although he had to admit, this was a somewhat different situation. Willow's doppelganger, when it'd happened, had still been Willow in origin. Temperance seemed to be talking about someone else entirely, just with the same...face?
Huh.
He looked over at Willow for a second. "No, it's -- " The name wasn't even Irish. He shook his head slightly, returning his attention back to Temperance.
"All right, look, I'm not...who you think I am. You probably know someone who looks like me back home, back where you came from. It's a little complicated," he said, almost apologetically. "I can explain, but I need to know what you've learned so far about what's going on here."
It'd be easier if she'd already heard the parallel dimensions theory from another patient, but something told him he wouldn't be that fortunate.