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Simplicity

AUTHOR: Amanda J Frechin.
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own the characters, but I own Amanda (sound familiar?) Dez, and Kelli.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin

There was a throbbing in Diane's temples that would not be cured no matter which way she turned. She felt like she had in the days of the drink, after a long night exercising her liquor-holding talents. She groaned a bit and rolled over, expecting that when she would open her eyes, she would be in either her bed or Harry's, after a night of great, but rough, judging from her headache, sex. When she opened her eyes she found Harry, but no bed.

In fact, she was outside. There were birds chirping in the trees, and nearby she could hear the flow of a river or something. The air was fresh and clean. Obviously, she was not in New York. Slowly, as she thought about it, the events of whatever she had been doing before she ended up...here, wherever 'here' was, came back to her. Don, a suicide letter, Jill, Harry's betrayal. Diane wanted to hit Denby, who's body was half covering her own in his sleep, but knew she didn't have the strength to do that. So she concentrated on getting Denby the hell off of her.

When he was finally off of her, and she was panting from exhaustion, Diane tried to sit up, and promptly fell back down after blood rushed out of her head and down into other parts of her body. She sighed and gave up, raising her hands to her sides in a submissive gesture that no one could see, or so she assumed. The break of voices through the trees startled her, and she cocked her head to listen to whoever, or whatever it was.

"Wendell, I really don't care whether or not you want to go any further. It's not my fault that the carriage got suck in the ditch. And it's not my fault that the driver was knocked unconscious. Jeeze Louise, it's just about another twenty miles to your castle. Stop babbling and come on."

The one who had spoken sounded like he was from New York. He sounded about forty something, and though Diane couldn't see him, she guessed that he wouldn't be too horrible to look at. Denby chose that moment to wake up, and when he grunted and rolled over, Diane kicked him with her foot, but ended up missing a bit and only nudged him with her toes. He sent her a sour look, but his face froze when he heard another voice creep out from the trees.

"Oh Antony, you don't understand! I've got to meet Lily in an hour at the gardens. If I'm not there, she may never speak to me again."

The second voice was high and sounded British, or from around that area. It was painfully aristocratic and Diane wanted to wince at the whining tone that came with it. It was shrill and almost nasal. And what kind of a name was Wendell, unless there was someone else there?

Harry had gotten a moment to get used to the area they were in. He had also apparently come to the conclusion that they were not in New York at all. He sat up, and Diane did so as well, trying to ignore the lightheadedness that met her when she did. "What the hell...?"

Diane cringed. It looked like the duo had seen them. Conspicuous as they were, Diane hoped that they would just ask them if they were alright and head to...wherever they were going. Diane turned around, and found two men rushing towards her, Antony and Wendell. She was right, Antony, or so she assumed, looked about 45 or 50, with brown hair that was thinning a bit in the middle. He was in relatively good shape, and ran towards them with little grace, but lots of agility. The other seemed so uncomfortable and honestly weird that Diane assumed that he must be gay or something.

"By the apple of Snow White, are you two alright?"

Antony looked pained by the expression Wendell had used. Diane couldn't blame him. By the apple of Snow White...? Antony leaned down, and began searching Diane for possible bruises.

"Yeah, we're fine. Now, could you just tell us where we are?"

Harry had spoken. It was as if they hadn't noticed him, but now they had. Harry looked at them pointedly, and Antony and Wendell looked at him in a bit of shock.

"Wolf?" They both said in unison. Harry tensed up, alarmed.

"Where?" He asked, his eyes darting back and forth. Antony continued as if he hadn't heard him.

"What are you doing here? And who's this?" He glanced at Diane when he said that, and she detected a little bit of suspicion and destain in his voice. Harry just looked confused.

"Do I know you? I think you must have me confused with someone else..." He lowered his voice so only Diane could hear. "Though I don't know many guys with the name Wolf..."

"Stop joking, Wolf. What happened?" Wendell tapped his foot, and Diane got the impression that they actually though that Harry was Wolf, whoever that guy was.

"I'm sorry but I'm not Wolf. My names Harry Denby, I'm from New York. I'm a Detective there, and this is my partner, Diane Russell."

Antony leaned in and studied Harry's face.

"Stand up," he barked.

"Pardon?"

"Stand up."

Harry stood, if a bit hesitantly.

"Now, unbuckle your pants."

"You've got to be joking..."

"Do it."

Harry sighed and started undoing the buttons to his pants. When he was down to his underwear, Antony spun him around, and Harry sent Diane a bemused, if not a little worried, expression. Antony briefly just looked down the backside of Harry's underwear. He looked so serious, like he was trying to prove a point, that Diane had to bite back laughter. Antony nodded at Harry to pull his pants back up, and Harry did, looking dazed.

"He's not Wolf." Antony sounded a little surprised.

"That can't be."

"He's right. I'm not Wolf. I already told you, I'm Harry Denby. I'm a cop. I used to work in narcotics." He added. Harry was speaking as if explaining something to a child. Antony shook his head a little and addressed Diane.

"How'd you get here?"

"I'm not exactly sure. I was running from..some guy, and when I was in the hallway, I crashed into this shimmery thing that looked like a mirror."

Antony sat back and whispered to himself, "The mirrors..." Turning, he addressed Wendell.

"Is this possible?"

Wendell shrugged.

"It might be. Mirror's have been known to take people in times of danger. But one thing I don't understand is why he looks exactly like Wolf..."

"Different dimensions maybe?"

"That could be, Tony."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! What the hell are you guys talking about? Mirrors, dimensions...?"

Wendell sighed.

"This is the fourth Kingdom. You went through a mirror to get here. I'll have Wolf explain the rest to you later, he's much more knowledgeable about this sort of thing."

"You thought I was this Wolf guy didn't you? But then, why the hell did you look at my ass?"

Tony patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Think about it."

Harry just stared off into space for a moment then paled.

"I need to get drunk. Lead on, I must converse with this look-alike wolf, Wolf."

Continued in Part 18.