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Who: Mirror!Jack (

worldentire)...and Subject Delta (

thinkin_man)!
Where: Sinclair's room
When: Not long after Jack's...arrest.
Rating: R+ for animal cruelty/death. You have been warned.
Summary: Sinclair comes home to an unexpected visitor. Delta drops by later.
the Story:

Sinclair's room is not as he left it. It's visible from the outside--the door hangs just slightly ajar, the wood around the lock and one of the hinges splintered.

But before even that becomes apparent, there are the noises. Inside, the dogs are yelping, and it's a different sound from their usual excitement, far more urgent, punctuated by crashing sounds from within the room.

Jack's mirror was annoyed at first when he arrived at the room to find that Sinclair wasn't home, but seeing what was inside has been a steady improvement on his mood.

Except...well, it's taking longer than he thought. You wouldn't think, but puppies can find all sorts of places to hide and dart behind in a room this size.

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Delta was currently trying to hunt down Jack. He figured he'd check up on Sinclair and see if he had any idea where Jack was. Little did Delta know, things were about to get a lot more confusing for him.

He entered the hall only to see the door open. Hesitantly he peeked inside. Jack seemed..injured? Delta feared for the worst, and he drew his rivet gun at Sinclair. Did Sinclair snap and hurt Jack? He couldn't tell.

It was best to be safe than sorry.

Edited 2010-07-22 03:46 (UTC)

At this point, m!Jack is fairly reassured that Sinclair isn't shoot him. All the fear in his eyes is reserved for Delta, whom he knows from the other side of the mirror as a creature more fearsome than himself. More brutal. More cruel.

He begins to shake.

"_{Sinclair--keep him away!}"

"Put your goddamn gun down, Delta," Sinclair snaps in reply. He's got very little patience after the evening. "This is the mirror version'a Jack. Not the real one. He decided it'd be a good career move t'go after my dogs. You can see what's left've'em." He gestures at the room, still covered in bits of fluff and blood, careful to keep the gun on Jack.

"I'm just waitin' and keepin' him here until the Queen decides t'let Jack go."

He lowered the gun right after Jack looked at him with panic in his eyes. He turned the weapon towards the floor and gave Sinclair the best apologetic look he could muster while being helmeted.

Delta did look around the room. What the hell? Those poor little dogs. Why the hell would any version of Jack simply attack defenseless animals?

Jack, meanwhile, is doing his level best to squish himself into the corner of the bed nearest the wall, using his good leg to push his body further back. His arms curl protectively around himself, one across the stomach and one over the throat.

"_{He'll hurt us. Make him go.}"

Sinclair lets out a long, annoyed sigh.

"You've done more than he'll ever do, sport." Turning to Delta, he raises an eyebrow. "What're you doin' here, anyways?"

Delta tilted his head to the side at Jack's reaction. What had gotten into him? He took a few steps forward and unstrapped his communicator.

I was looking for Jack. What happened to him?

He handed the device over to Sinclair and let him read it. Man, was he concerned about Jack. Maybe Jack was the one who snapped.

"He's on the other side. This-" and he jerks his head towards the mirror on the bed, "is his mirror version. When you go over there your mirror switches with you, see.

The Queen's got him for some stupid goddamn reason."

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