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They both landed on their stomachs next to each other, now on a hardwood floor. They were panting. They both rolled onto their backs, looked into each other’s eyes, and grinned.
The Jonn who was not short, Pretty boy, knew all at once his own name: Jonny d’Ville.
The Jonn who was not tall, Trigger, knew all at once his own name: Jonathan Sims.
Even though they were still wearing the mismatched combinations of each other’s clothes, they both knew. And it felt great to know.
And it felt great to know each other.
They both started laughing.
…
Martin Blackwood was going to bring tea to his boss, Jonathan Sims. He knew Jon didn’t really like him, but he was hoping Jon would eventually warm up to him. He was working so hard, after all. Even if he wasn’t… succeeding very well.
Martin sighed as he carried the mug from the Archive breakroom to Jon’s office. “Maybe today will be different,” he muttered to himself, hoping beyond any really logical hope. He really wanted Jon to like him. Jon was so clever, and handsome, and had the most beautiful voice and… and… Martin shook his head. “Stop it,” he scolded to himself. Martin couldn’t afford to let his crush get any worse.
Soon, Martin was at Jon’s door. He reached for the doorknob, but stopped. Was that… laughter he heard? Jon’s laughter? And moreso, two sets of Jon’s laughter ? … What?
Martin gripped the doorknob and pushed it forward.
His mouth fell open.
The mug shattered against the floor.
There wasn’t just one Jon on the floor, riddled with a thousand old scars that he definitely didn’t have when he had come into work that morning. There were two. And both of them were severely breaking the dress code.
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Jonah Magnus was fretting in his office. Something was wrong with his Archivist. Terribly wrong. He didn’t know what. He hated not knowing. And he hated not being able to Know even more.
He could see into the archives. There were two identical men, one of them was Jonathan Sims and one of them was *not* (and he didn’t Know which was which. that was infuriating). Even more worryingly, despite having only promoted Jon only 10 months ago (in March of 2015, and it was now February of 2016), his Jonathan Sims ( which was his?! ) was already marked by the 14, and something… else?
This didn’t have to be a problem, of course.