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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

"Do you honestly expect me to wear that??"

A frustrated hand runs through thick, dark hair. A small grimace follows, darkening the handsome face.

"You've got to be kidding me. I'm not wearing...that."

An exhausted servant holds up a hideous, silver and yellow suite for Harry's approval. The man in question was clad, still, in only a towel wrapped around his waist. Denby's posture was lack; his arms loosely at his hips and slouching to one side, but his eyes bored into the patterned silver fabric of the jacket. The poor servant had just taken a suite that was left in the guest room. It looked like it would fit Harry, but the color was...horrid. A knock sounded and stopped Harry's next snide comment.

"Come in."

Virginia Lewis peered around the corner of the door frame, then smiled and came into the room, her perfume leaving little scent trails out in the hallway. Eyeing the attire critically, she crossed over to Harry and threw at him a black shirt and pants. He smiled at her thankfully.

"I heard what happened in the showers. Wolf is really embarrassed." She laughed a little and rolled her azure eyes to the side. In different lights her eyes turned different shades of blue. Harry found himself intensely interested with her. She was so closed off, polite of course, but she wasn't up front about her emotions. It seemed odd; her father had no trouble at all with expressing...anger, and Wolf was openly bashful.

"No, it's nothing. Without any warnings, I'm surprised that nothing else stirred up."

She nodded, clasping her hands to the side. She looked kind of a mess. A pretty mess, but, regardless, a mess. Harry attested it to Wolf's arrival last night and this morning's somewhat frantic mode. Virginia smiled at him a little self consciously, noticing how his eyes kept roaming over her.

"Well, I have to get down and talk to dad about some of the castle repairs, Wendell just put him in charge of organizing things like that. He doesn't have to actually do the work, but it's just like assigning it to other people."

"Oh." Tedious babble, something he could relate to. Mind you, his was a lot more processed and intelligent, but the run on's were the same.

A beeping sound shook Diane's awake; her alarm clock. She blinked at the red numbers, confused for a moment. Sitting up slowly, she looked at Harry, who was sound asleep beside her. Realization hit, and she gasped a little. It was all a dream! All a dream...she shook Harry awake.

"It was just a dream! Baby, wake up...I have the most weird dream to tell you abo-"

A loud thump. There had been a lot of those lately. Diane jerked her head up to look to the window. It wasn't where it should be. The room she was in was rather bare, but above her there seemed to be a board of some sort...she didn't know. So, this wasn't her room after all. It was only the alarm clock. So where the hell was she? This wasn't her apartment, and it wasn't the fourth kingdom (if that place had ever existed in the first place).

"Mike! Mike! Are you ready yet? We have to meet the agency in a while."

"I'm coming honey...just give me a moment to finish getting this damn tie on right. Heesh."

Harry had woken up to the first voice. His brow furrowed in confusion when Diane put a finger to her lips, but his eyes widened a second later. Harry gestured to the closet and shot off the bed, yanking Diane along with him. They dove into the closet just as someone emerged from the bathroom. His tie caught again, or so they could see; his back was to them.

"Hold on again..." he practically ripped the tie to shreds undoing it again. "You know what? I can't do this. Naomi, you're gonna have to do it for me."

A moment passed, and then a small Asian women breezed in the room, followed by a trail of musky perfume. Her curls cascaded down her back, but the 'Rapunzel' look wasn't working with the perplexed expression, Harry noted.

"Mike, when are you going to be able to tie your tie yourself?"

The dark haired man's frame heaved (nagging, all men hate it).

"I'm...we're in a hurry. Could I spare the lecture, please?"

Naomi's shoulder's sank. She returned to the task of the tying, but she refused to meet her husband's gaze.

"Mike, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so snippy with you. It's just, after Jenny, I'm still a little on edge."

Mike sighed and grasped her into his arms. From what Harry and Diane could see, Naomi was shaking a little. Denby rolled his eyes. The big marriage 'thing'. Lovely to witness first-hand in a closet.

"Hey, it's been over with for six months. That...bitch," he spat out the world like it was cursed, "is dead, and our baby is fine."

"I know Mike, but I just have this feeling that something is going to happen. I don't know what, but something is-"

"Yes, something is going to happen. You're going to get this new transfer, and we're going to be happy for the rest of our lives and never have to worry about a thing." He patted her back. "Now, come on, let's see about having that start, okay?"

Mike turned around, reaching for his coat on the bed. The indrawn breath from the closet was not heard by the married couple, but the thump of a body hitting the closet floor was.

To be continued.