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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

Harry couldn't believe it. Tony wanted him to go to the public showers. Virginia explained that it was really more like a spa then a community restroom. He could stay here and take a bath if he wanted, like last night, but if he wanted to use the restroom or take a shower, he would have to go to the other end of the castle. Harry seethed as he collected his towel and robe. How...stupid. The whole place was grandeur and luxury, and now this? Virginia stopped him as he wandered down the hallway.

"Harry."

"Hmm?"

He batted some stray strands of his hair away from his face.

"Wolf came home this morning. I would ask you to wait, but I don't know where he's run off to." Virginia scanned the hallway as if she expected him to pop out of the shadows.

"Well, then I'll see him at breakfast."

"All right. See you at breakfast."

She headed down the opposite way, and Harry continued towards the showers. He needed to wash his hair badly, even more so since last night. His hair felt greasy and stuck up in places. The doors were all confusing; gold painted with no labels. Denby saw one open and Wendell stepped out, his hair wet and clad only in a towel. Harry's mouth dropped. Even the King used the public showers?! Wendell surveyed him closely and realized which person he was.

"Good morning Harry."

"Morning Wendell."

Harry stared at Wendell's back for a moment as he ambled down the hall. Shaking his head, Harry walked into the bathroom. His mouth promptly fell open. The whole thing was covered in red velvet, and the furnishings were plated with gold. There were Greek columns in each corner, and Harry touched the wood surface. Carved by hand. He couldn't believe it. He chuckled to himself. What a fuss over nothing. Humming to himself, he stepped into one of the huge showers.

Wolf smelled an anomalous smell as he was washing his hair. It smelled a little like himself but a tad bit spicier. He leaned towards the direction that it came from and sniffed a little bit. Brow furrowing, he leaned a bit further until he realized that whoever it was was in the next shower. They hummed to themselves a bit, a tune that Wolf could not place. Over their own odor, he could smell a faintly dirty smell that smelled a little like Tony and Virginia. He must be from New York, Wolf thought, but how...????

Wolf pressed his ear to the wall separating them. He tried to slid his feet closer too, but there was a bar of soap in the way. He muttered to himself, and kicked at the soap. The soap didn't move, but the wall did. A loud sounding 'creak' and then an even louder 'bang'. Wolf yelped but couldn't stop himself from falling down on top of the wall. The person who's shower he was now in screamed a little bit, and he glanced up at him. A towel was thrown in his direction and he noticed the other rip one around his waist. Quickly, Wolf did too.

Wolf was a little stunned. He had just fallen into this poor man's shower. He glanced up again, and his blurry eyes caught sight of thick, dark hair that the man was pushing out of his eyes, and a lithe, thin figure. He blinked a few times; his sight must be really whacked because he could almost sware he was looking at a reflection of a man who looked similar to himself, standing up. He kept blinking; the image was not fading. His eyes focused on the man's face, and he gasped. The same eyes, the same nose, the same 5 o'clock shadow and the same curved mouth. The other's eyes widened, maybe he was seeing the same thing, but he didn't look too shocked. In fact, it seemed like the man knew who he was.

"Huff Puff," Wolf muttered. "Cripes!"

"You must be Wolf."

The shower spray was still coming down. The man looked annoyed at it; it kept spraying into his eyes. The towel he was wearing clung to him, the water had soaked it. He turned it off and crouched next to him.

"I'm Harry Denby. I'm from New York. I assume you know about New York if you're married to Virginia..?"

Wolf shook his head dumbly. Harry Denby? Who in the fairing forests was Harry Denby? And how did he know about Virginia? Better yet, how did he get here? The man spoke as if he had read Wolf's mind.

"I was sucked through the magic mirrors. In case you're wondering, I have no idea why we look alike. Wendell and Tony said it might have to do with different dimensions, but I really don't know."

"How..." Wolf's voice was scratchy, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "How'd you know who I am?"

"After being mistaken for you a couple of times, I decided it was time to ask."

Harry held out his hand for Wolf. He took it, and pulled himself up with Harry's help.

"That was quite a fall. How did it happen?"

"I...uh, I smelled you and leaned too far."

Harry nodded.

"This was quite a meeting. I don't think Virginia told you about me, did she?"

"She didn't get a chance to. I had been away for a few days and when I came home, we, umm, you know..."

Harry laughed.

"Yes, I know. Well, I'm about done with showers for today, so I'll be going back to my room to get dressed. I'll see you at breakfast."

Wolf nodded.

"Wait, who is with you?"

"How did you...? Never mind." Harry shook his head. "My partner slash girlfriend, Detective Diane Russell."

"You're a Detective."

"Yes."

Wolf shook his head again.

"Huff puff." Amazing things were happening. "I'll see you at breakfast then."

"Bye," Harry gave a little wave as he walked out the door.

Continued in Part 22.