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[captainjack]

Remus has been debating a lot of points since waking up as some ridiculously fit, married, American man.  The first debate was less a debate and more wishing he'd taken practical mathematics in his youth, trying to figure out how much he now has to drink to get blind-drunk in a body with six inches and probably a good five to eight stone over his

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[little_moons]

Somehow, I manage to make it all the way to the compound without noticing anything's weird. With all five of us waking up unchanged, the morning is just like any other. Mike heads off to The Winchester with the girls and Tom in tow, and I decide to grab some coffee and check in at the station.

Seeing Jack Harkness sprawled miserably across one of the kitchen tables isn't exactly normal, and for a second or two, I wonder if maybe I've stumbled across a clone or something. Wouldn't that be weird.

"Bad night?"

[captainjack]

"You could say that," Remus answers into his elbow. Even the voice is impossible to work with--it's not just the accent, it's some gentle undertone of laughter, some hum of bravado that takes the punch of abject misery out of his words. He thinks if he has to keep this up for too long, that laughter is going to edge toward hysterical.

Rolling an eye up to look over the new and considerable bulk of his arm, he finds the source of the question and doesn't know whether to groan or sigh in relief. "Oh good," he says, as flatly as he's now able, "it's you. I think I need you to find my juvenile delinquent of a clone and ask him where he keeps his drugs."

[little_moons]

Okay, so it's one of those days.

Behind the Harkness swagger and that face and the accent, there's something disturbingly familiar, and I stare unabashedly, mouth working while I run through a list in my head of people I know with doubles, people I know who'd call someone a juvenile delinquent in all seriousness, and people I know who'd be sitting here at the kitchen table with tea instead of coffee.

I open my mouth, but before I can actually say anything, I let out a bark of laughter, and pretty soon I'm doubled over and struggling to breathe.

[captainjack]

"Thank you for helping me decide whether or not I'm happy to see you," he says, sitting up enough to rest his head in his hands and, if he could actually see the way he's pouting, Remus would probably smack himself.

[little_moons]

Grinning, I slide into the seat across from him, arms folded across the table and my chin resting on one wrist.

"How'd Logan take it?"

[captainjack]

"Oh like a complete trooper," Remus scathes, rolling his eyes at the question because how is anyone supposed to take it? It's not like he knows Logan well enough to gauge it against his other mornings. "I think I should have stayed," he adds distractedly, finding that peculiar worry fizzing up in his stomach again.

[little_moons]

"Yeah, that would've been a fuckin' spectacular idea," I mutter dryly, rolling my eyes and giving him a look.

"You were lucky. I was a sixty-year-old woman last time this happened."

[captainjack]

"I wish I were a sixty-year-old woman," he complains. "I have a headache, yeah? And I'm starting to think it's penance for the cold shower I had to take, and at this rate I'm going to have to switch to coffee." He pulls a face, but that--that doesn't actually sound like a bad idea. "Coffee with alcohol in it," he amends.

[little_moons]

"You're kinda weird, you know that?" I say, but there's something in my voice that's almost edging toward reluctant affection, which is a seriously weird emotion to be feeling when looking at Jack Harkness's face.

Pushing to my feet, I move around the counter to start up the coffee maker, looking over my shoulder at him and arching a brow, "Nice to know marriage hasn't cut down on Harkness's libido."

[captainjack]

Remus coughs awkwardly into his sleeve, almost out of habit because--because he actually isn't that embarrassed to talk about it, which is its own kind of strange but, considering what he'd dealt with all morning, not that surprising. "Well his husband certainly won't be reaping the benefits for awhile," and why does that bother him?

Objectively, Remus can see how this body is rather a trade up from his own, but it has all of these needs that he isn't used to, all of these appetites he rarely indulges, clamoring for attention, and he doesn't care how many muscles and bright teeth and unmarked bits of flesh come with them.

[little_moons]

Holding up a hand to stop him before he says anything more, I tell him, "Dude, don't talk about sex with Logan Echolls, right now. It's just... don't, okay?"

He should feel proud, being the one to cross a line first. It's a really fucking rare occurrence around me, and it's actually one I wasn't anticipating. No matter how much I thought that was all gone, there's still some leftover hurt from what happened between the two of them, back before Logan and me were even officially split up.

Things have been okay with Logan and me, lately, and they've been okay with me and Harkness, but there are apparently still things I just don't wanna think about.