The Apartment, New York, Saturday Morning

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You'd think Jane would have been used to waking up in strange places by now.

But you'd be wrong. Because when she woke up here, her heart was pounding. She could have done without ever feeling like she didn't know where she was and why ever again. It was only a small comfort that at least she ––

Well, no. She didn't know who she was. But at least she had all her memories from after the first time she'd woken up in a strange environment. That was a slim sort of positive thing, but it wasn't much.

She got up. And paced.

[ooc: And Izzy is Jane Doe from Blindspot! NFB, for the boy!]

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And here was Jane, tackling him from the side with the intention of knocking him to the ground. As well as knocking the wind out of him while she was at it.

Looked like your girlfriend was pretty great at combat moves in all universes, Flick.

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The donuts were gonna be ruined now.

Flick took the hit and felt his breath leave him in a whoosh. He twisted around automatically, trying to get his hands on her before he was toppled off his feet and hit the ground hard.

He hadn't gotten a good look at his attacker but he was already trying to jab his elbow against the base of her neck to prevent her from getting too much of an advantage.

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She huffed out a small sound of pain but didn't relent, straddling him, trying to keep him the hell down.

"Who are you?" she demanded. The voice was probably a little deeper than what he was used to, but not by much. Like Isabelle with a cold.

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"I'm Flick! Goddammit, I'm Flick, I live here," he said, finally looking up and going from anger to confusion in a second. He was used to her Marks but these weren't Marks. These were tattoos. Actual tattoos.

And her hair was...much shorter. "Isabelle? You're not Isabelle."

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Yeah, they were actual tattoos. And there were a lot of them. She was wearing a white tank top, and her arms were covered in ink. Where Isabelle had scars, Jane had tattoos.

"Who's Isabelle?"

Technically, she could have been Isabelle. She didn't know who she was.

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"My fiancée," Flick told her, staring at her in total wonder. The tattoos were so intricate, so detailed and so...everywhere. "She lives here with me. We live here together. You are...you look like her."

But she wasn't which meant...

"Goddammit."

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Jane's gaze darted up and down him, briefly. "How do you know I'm not her?"

That was a question that made sense to her, promise.

"And why am I here?"

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"You're not her," Flick told her, shaking his head. "She's...your tattoos aren't the same as hers. Your hair's different. You punch about as hard as she does but you're not her."

He just knew. He knew.

"I've been with her for over a year now. I know who Isabelle is and who isn't," he sighed. "You're still hot though."

He tried a light smile and sighed. "This is probably some weird island thing. It turned me into a...bad guy last time this happened."

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"An... island thing?"

She looked incredulous, and confused. And just a little bit lost, now that he didn't seem like an immediate threat.

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"It's not gonna make sense if I try and explain it," Flick said, shaking his head. "Who are you anyway? What's your name?"

His eyes skittered down her arms, taking in the tattoos and trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

"How did you get so many tattoos?"

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Jane bristled at all three of those questions. She didn't know the answer to any of them. Not a clue.

She shifted off him, finally, and got to her feet. "I shouldn't be here."

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Flick pushed himself to his feet after she'd climbed off him but kept his distance even if he wanted to help her because she looked liked Isabelle.

"You shouldn't go outside alone if you don't know where you are," he advised. "You...can stay here and I'll leave."

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She frowned hard at him. "I'm not staying here. They'll be looking for me."

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"Who?" Flick asked, shaking his head. "Who's looking for you? Do you even know where you're gonna go? How are they gonna think to look for you in my apartment?"

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"They're not, that's why I'm not going to stay here." She could've been clearer about how these were people she wanted to be found by, but oh well. "I can figure it out. Trust me, I've had practice getting by on little information."

Even if it was wearing her down.

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"You shouldn't leave," Flick told her, now worried that she'd end up so far away that when things got back to normal, it'd be tough for Isabelle to find her way back.

"It's not safe, this isn't like the New York you might know," Flick told her, stepping in front of the bedroom door.

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Jane's eyebrows crept up. "Are you trying to keep me here?"

Her tone suggested that wasn't going to go over so well with her. Not well at all.

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"Trying to keep you safe," Flick corrected, shaking his head. "Maybe I can help you. I have access to a computer and one of my friends is a pretty good hacker. You shouldn't leave until you know where you're going."

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"I know where I'm going," Jane replied, a little more tightly than before. There were few things she knew, but getting to the FBI was one of them. "You can't keep me here."

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"I'm not trying to keep you here," Flick said, holding out a hand towards her to calm her down. "I'm just trying to help. You woke up in my apartment, you know."

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"I know," she snapped. "That's why I'm leaving."

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She was just about as frustrating at Isabelle was, at least. Flick scowled and dug his phone out of his pocket before handing it to her.

"Will you at least take this?" he asked. "Not to call me but so you can call someone, 911 or something if you get int o trouble."

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She would also have hit him just as hard as Isabelle if he'd tried to keep her here. Or possibly harder, seeing as she wasn't very attached to him.

She hesitated, then snatched the phone. "Fine."

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"Thank you," Flick said, sighing and stepping aside. If he got too panicked, he knew there was a GPS in that phone and he could get someone to track it if needed. "If you're going to leave, be careful."

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"I'm going to leave."

She was going to be careful, too. But she didn't feel like saying that. She didn't owe him much.

She moved past him, out of the bedroom.

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Flick didn't move to stop her. He didn't move at all. He stayed where he was, looking down at his feet and hoping that this person didn't get hurt or do something insane.

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Jane made no promises.

She just left. Glanced back once, and left.