crossing_lostrp | With clones like this..

Who: Jon & AU!Jon
Where: various nightmarish locations
Invited: anyone
When: Day 24
Status: Incomplete

Mattress. Not too soft, with a comforter and pillow. Narrow bed, short like a kid's judging by the fact that his feet were dangling in mid-air. Overlapping smells, most of them faint under a gentle breeze and the perils of air freshener, but there was definitely a woman's perfume in there someplace, stale cigarette smoke, dry mud.. Where the hell was he? There'd been the fight in DHARMA's control room, gas, then this. Not your average jail cell, that was for sure: he wasn't even tied up.

"You done yet?"

Jon swung himself up to sit on the edge of the bed the moment he recognized that voice, noting their identical white clothing with a raised eyebrow. It was easier to focus on the other him, now that the room's clues were backed up with visual proof.

"Don't give me that - or have you been struck dumb by the fantastic décor your subconscious has chosen? The detail is so.. touching."

My subconscious? "This is someone's sick idea of a holodeck?"

"You betcha. I had a bet with myself over what this would turn out like - glad to see I won, too."

"Well, aren't you the mind-reader."

His evil twin smirked, juggling a baseball one handed. "What, you don't want to take a look around?"

"I'm familiar with the layout." If you can't treat it with respect, put that fucking ball down! "You didn't look so good before - those drugs wear off yet? Nice friends, by the way."

"Now who's mind-reading? We've got enough freaks around here already, thanks." The other him dropped the ball and selected a model F-14. "The answer is also yes."

Jon knew himself well enough to know that a straight response was unlikely, but he couldn't assume that whatever had been wrong with the clone still affected him, nor that DHARMA hadn't decided that a friendly staff was an inefficient staff. These guys were twisted enough to believe it too, judging by the evidence so far. He wondered whether he could possibly switch their location; failing that, where was the fucking door?

"Are we going to sit here all day?" His voice was tighter than he'd like now that the lookalike was 'shooting' Charlie's trophies on to the carpet.

"What, is little Jonny not having fu-"

Jon tackled his double to the ground, smashing into the wardrobe as the other reacted.

"Finally! C'mon, help me trash the rest of this place."

"It's not real," Jon spat, kicking at the other's legs as he took up a baseball bat and aimed for the window.

"Keep telling yourself that, sucker." The DHARMA clone grinned, his teeth bloody from a split lip. "God, I missed this. There's nothing like fighting yourself - but let me guess, you just walked away."

Jon threw the baseball at his double's face before wrestling for control of the bat, but they were too well matched, even when he fought dirty. The crunch of a bed post against the other's back was extremely satisfying though, despite his opponent's twisted whoop. Sick bastard.

"Ok," the evil twin puffed, kicking him back towards the wall. "On with the show. This technology can't tell the difference between us anyway."

Their surroundings flickered, only to reform as one of Jon's other least favorite places to be.

He landed against not a bedroom wall, but one that held him like glue, while his tormentor opened a box and began juggling bright balls of liquid poison/acid/whatever the fuck it was he remembered them far too well. They hurt.

True to form, Jon plastered an appreciative grin on his face. "Love what you've done with the place."

"Glad you like it," his double bowed. "But no glowy Daniel's going to save you from Ba'al's playground this time."