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[lexiepedia]

She’s probably being ridiculous. Somewhere, deep down, Lexie is entirely aware of this, though not enough to question doing so in the first place. The thing about sex with Alex is that it’s exactly that: sex. No feelings, no strings attached, just a way of having fun. After all she’s been through lately, she deserves this, a chance to feel good

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[theonionknight]

Davos tended to go to bed early. He oft woke early, he still loved the hour before dawn, and he worked hard both sailing and building and so could do with the rest. So when Lexie appeared, he was already nearly asleep in the space beside her

[lexiepedia]

Likewise shocked, Lexie, too, did nothing but stare for what felt like a long few moments, eyes so wide they couldn't have gotten any wider. The scarring wasn't even that pressing a concern, at least so far; she had seen just as bad before, and wasn't in any emotional state to assess whether or not the wounds seemed to have been properly treated. No, what mattered most to her was that she was suddenly in bed with someone who definitely wasn't Alex Karev, who was not, in fact, anyone she recognized at all. It was, quite frankly, terrifying.

Though her mouth opened wordlessly, at first, she finally found it in her to speak. Voice quiet, and fairly high-pitched, she asked, "...Where am I?"

[theonionknight]

"My hut," Davos replied. He was eager to point out that she was the trespasser and not him.

"But 'twas not me who brought you here," he added quickly in as comforting a voice as he could manage. "Nor I do I mean you any harm."

There were obvious conclusions to come to when you wake up naked in a mans bed and he had no wish to deal with her panicking.

He got out of bed, heedless of his own nudity, and tossed her a shirt and a pair of trousers he picked up. He did not have any women's clothing in his hut, of course, but it would do for the time being.

[lexiepedia]

Despite his comment about not meaning her any harm, it wasn't until there were clothes in her hands that Lexie let out the breath she'd been holding. Eagerly, she pulled the shirt over her head, not letting go of the sheet until she was sure her chest would be covered. The pants would be a little more difficult to maneuver, but at least she was no longer clinging to a bedsheet to maintain some semblance of modesty. Just because she wasn't especially bothered by nudity in general, and wasn't about to tell a stranger to put that away, didn't mean she wanted to go putting everything on display.

"Who did, then?" she asked expectantly, the edge in her voice due only to worry. "Bring me here, I mean, because this definitely wasn't where I was a few seconds ago, and things like this, they don't just... happen."

[howmanylives]

Jamie had been looking over his shoulder when he entered his room in the hut he shared with Layla, distracted by the dog as his fingers curled in the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, however, he abandoned that plan, holding up his hands in an instinctively defensive position, though his reaction quickly struck him as ridiculous.

I'm observant. Comes with the whole detective thing, I guess. Picking up clues, making inferences. That's the game. Sometimes, though, no detecting is necessary. Sometimes a clue is staring at you right in the face, sitting naked in your bed with a sheet clutched to her chest like something straight outta Chandler. The question, then, becomes not how to find a clue so much as how to act on it, and while making split second decisions has never been a forté of mine, keeping my own clothes on seems imperative.

"Unless you happen to be Carmen Sternwood, we're gonna have a serious problem, here, lady."

[lexiepedia]

Given her current state, the fact that she was wearing nothing and no longer where she was supposed to be, Lexie was too busy freaking out to notice much of anything when someone else walked into the room. What he said, not making any more sense to her than the rest of this situation, went right over her head; the tattoo on his face hardly caught her attention at all. The only thing she saw, in that instant, was that he looked remarkably familiar, and was just about the last person she would have wanted to see. This had been bad already, but now, was definitely worse.

No more than a split second passing before she spoke, she held the sheet more tightly to her chest, expression nothing short of horror-struck. "Oh my God, Mark?!"

[howmanylives]

At the commotion, Richards scampered into the room, bounding up onto the bed that, up until now, had only ever seen his master and Layla in it -- Layla, the girlfriend Jamie'd made a pretty big deal about never cheating on in light of mistakes he'd made in the past, not to mention Theresa's current arrangement. Layla, who was still out of the house. Layla, who was probably going to kill him if she ever found out about this.

"Do I look like a-- No. Not Mark," he said, though the name definitely rung a bell. Maybe she knew Meredith -- after all, what were the odds he'd have two different dupes named Mark from alternate universes?

Pretty good, actually.

"My name's Jamie Madrox. Who the hell are you?"

[lexiepedia]

"Woah, woah, easy," Lexie said to the dog, sheet drawn around herself protectively. She looked ridiculous enough as it was; the last thing she needed was a dog-induced wardrobe malfunction in front of the man who may or may not have been her ex-boyfriend. There were differences, sure, she could see that a little better now, but hadn't she gone and dyed her hair blonde? Sure, the tattoo was a little excessive, but she couldn't discount the possibility. Not long before, he'd been ignoring her outright. Based on that, this would have been a step up, as far as maturity went.

Expression bordering on petulant, she studied him carefully, as if by doing so, she would be able to tell whether or not he was lying. It didn't yet do her much good. "Yeah, actually, you do look like," she replied with a scoff, though decided in that moment to give him the benefit of the doubt, at least a little. "I'm Lexie. And I swear to God, if this is supposed to be some kind of a joke, I'll..."