thespherelogs | Closed: In another life, I would be your girl.

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Closed: In another life, I would be your girl.

Who: Alex Reagan and Richard Strand.
When: Early on in the AU plot.
What: The same two people who go to bed aren't the same two people who wake up in the morning.
Where: Dome 300 (their dome)
Warnings: No idea yet.
Notes: Closed log.

They’re sleeping, the way they always do with both of them curled up in the sunken bed that dominates the bedroom floor of the dome that they’d been sharing for over a year now, barring the nights when she’d been kidnapped. But it’s not the same two of them that went to bed as it is when they wake up. Not by a long shot. When Alex wakes, it’s not to the sun shining in her windows. Before everything happened with the show, Alex did sleep quite late and needed to set several alarms so she could make work on time.

Right now the only alarm that she’s had is that her face is pressed against someone’s bare chest. Not an entirely unheard of thing happening but it’s not something that she remembers from last night where she had just come home from work alone and had gone to bed alone. Definitely gone to sleep alone and not wherever the fuck this happened to be that was definitely not her sunny bedroom in Seattle!

Attempting to throw herself backwards off the bed, the dim light from the Sphere catches her eye, and the wall around the bed catches her back and Alex can’t help but to let out a scream at both. It’s a true scream and not a sound that Alex actually makes very often, but it’s very her nonetheless. More than that, it's very loud in the small and enclosed space of the bed that the two of them were currently in.

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Richard didn't sleep in unless Coralee convinced him too. With Charlie grown to adulthood, she managed to do that far more often than he wanted to admit - but really, who could say no to one's beautiful wife. The size, the movement, the scream, were not at all like her. It didn't sound as if Charlie had come in and screamed for some rediculous reason either. Also, this didn't feel like his bed.

Sitting up, he noticed the very unclothed young girl crouched against the side of the divot in the floor. This wasn't his room and the young girl couldn't be more than Charlie's age. Obviously it had to be another attempt to get him into some sort of scandal. "Get out, and tell whatever agency you're working for that I'm planning on suing them for breaking and entering." He then unceremoniously wrapped a blanket around himself and started looking for clothing. Whatever tabloid this was had been good. They must have done something to him after Coralee had left this morning. Probably hoping that she'd come in and find him in bed with this girl so they could get pictures. If he had a guess, it was probably Thomas Warren.

"Strand?" Alex just blinks, because if there's one thing that she's going to remember for the rest of her life, it's that fucking asshole's voice. A fucking asshole who she'd hung up on and who had tried to get back into her good graces with a message and a black tape that she'd never returned. She'd been in the process of trying to get the hell out of here, when he'd woken up, but being as he was in the bed, Alex hadn't had the time to grab the blanket for her very own. Honestly, however, the sheer amount of fury that had worked into her body when he'd said agency like she was some sort of whore meant that she entirely and completely didn't care about being naked now.

What she did care about being naked when he'd already insulted her professionally, and now he was insulting her personally?! What in the fucking hell. She has somehow been kidnapped, somehow been taken to a place that is definitely not her house, has somehow been put naked into bed with a person that she loathes and now he's calling her a whore?! Oh hell fucking no. Hell fucking no. So, Alex Reagan is going to draw on all of the self defense that her father has taught her, and she's just going to punch him good and hard in the fucking face.

The punch gains a wince and Richard covering his mouth, feeling the trickle of blood from where his teeth had cut open a hole in his lip. His eyes drew to a glace. "I think you've done enough Miss, now get out." He wasn't standing for any of this, he was going to leave her standing there naked and find his clothing, then he was going to find whoever was doing this and sue them to within an inch of their life.

"I've done enough?! How the hell did you get me out of my apartment, Strand? Where the hell are we? What the hell is wrong with you? Honestly, this is your response to not calling you back about the tape? Seriously?" She deeply wants to punch him again but if he's going to put clothing on then Alex definitely is going to do so as well, because she's naked and she's livid, and what she really wants is a god damn shower even though she can tell that she'd just washed her hair the night before because of the way that it's curling slightly against her chest. Picking up the first thing that she can find from the floor, which is a man's shirt, Alex just wraps it around herself and she's going to keep wearing it until she can find her own things.

"I've no idea what you're talking about." His words are clipped with a finality that only Richard Strand could manage. This was ridiculous. It was going far past what should be allowed. He was going to call the police. "Go ask Thomas Warren how he got you out of your apartment. I assume you're working with him. While you're at hit tell him I won't give him what he wants."

"Who the hell is Thomas Warren? I don't even know him. I was working with you until you were a complete fucking asshole. Like now. So honestly, I'm not surprised in the slightest that you're being even more of one now." Alex just finds a shirt that's obviously her size, and when she picks it up in her anger, she knocks over a picture in a silver frame. A picture with the two of them it, with her arms around his neck.

"Oh my god you have got to be kidding me! Is this just some kind of sick joke!?"

"I've never met you in my life." He lets an eye roll escape as he pulls on a shirt. Really, this is more than insane; especially with her claiming to have never met Thomas Warren. Her reaction to the picture - which he couldn't see - only makes him more frustrated. "Would you just leave already?"

For a moment, Alex just stares at him, the shirt in one hand and the photo in the other. It's possible that she's just realized that she's naked. More than that, it's actually what happened and she stares down at her nakedness before she flings the photo at him. "You got the blanket! You leave. I'm trying to find some fucking clothing!"

He tosses the blanket to her and bends down to pick up the photo, frowning heavily at it. Someone is trying too hard, and it seems, someone is trying too hard to mess with them both.

"I assume this isn't your work." That doesn't make it something he can just accept. There's something odd going on here and he plans to get to the bottom of it.

“No. It’s not my work!” Alex is just going to find the first thing of pants-like things and draw them on quickly. There’s something going on here and she doesn’t like it but there is something in her gut that is telling her that for all of his bullshit, he’s not the one who is behind this. He’s too angry for him to be. “It’s got to be someone messing with us. Someone who knows you. Maybe this Warren guy. Because you can find pictures of me smiling all over the internet. There’s only two of you. I’ve checked.”

And now he wants to know why the hell was she looking him up. She clearly isn't a fan of his writing. He can feel a headache coming on, and can't help wondering where Coralee is and how she's taking this.

"I'm sure it doesn't need to be said that it's disturbing that you've been looking me up when I've never met you."

“I do know you! Are you fucking high?! I interviewed you for for my show? That’s why I was looking you up. I was doing research on you and your institute!” If Alex sounds insulted it’s definitely because well, she is.

He lets out a heavy sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I've no idea what institute you're referring to." He was a professor and a writer, not a chairman of some institute. The girl wasn't making sense and it was starting to give him a headache.

Alex just blinks at him for a very long moment and she shakes her head. “None if this makes sense. None of it. The Strand Institute. Your institute. I interviewed you for my podcast last month. You showed me the Torres tape and then you were an asshole. You offered to show me another tape and I ignored your call.”

"I assure you I have no idea what any of that is." Does this place have any scotch? This seems like a conversation that requires scotch.

“You’re a ghost hunter who doesn’t believe in ghosts. But you have a whole bunch of tapes that you can’t disprove. That’s why I interviewed you in the first place. I’m not a whore. I’m a reporter. And I don’t know who Thomas Warren is.”

"I'm not. I'm a professor who happens to be decently known for his writing." He doesn't feel it neccessary to tell her any more about his life than he has to, so, of course, Thomas Warren wasn't on the table for discussion.

Alex just looks to him quickly at that, and is relieved he’s wearing pants. But something catches her eye. “You’re wearing a ring.” Her voice is puzzled but not an accusation. “You told Robert Torres you were never married. But I knew you were lying then because your wife had been missing for nearly twenty years but I didn’t say anything because of your privacy.” And then Alex starts pacing. It would be a familiar sight if he was himself. “You’re supposed to be some alpha skeptic person. What year is it where you are?!”

"2017, and I've been married for over a century." Something was wrong in her world, something major. There's no way he would stop wearing his wedding ring or lie about being married.

Alex just stares at him, really looks and she frowns. “You do look a little older than when I met you. But this doesn’t make any sense.” Turning from him for a moment, Alex just looks out the window and traces her fingers over the coldness of it. “It almost looks like we’re underwater.”

"That's ridiculous. No one's been able to make underwater living viable."

Alex just gestures towards it. “Well take a look because I’m definitely not making this up!”

The fish are an odd addition as he looks out the window, but something catches his attention more than that. It's the little gold ball that seems to be attached to the back of Alex's ear.

"Have you always had that?" He's afraid he already knows the answer.

Alex just blinks at the question for a moment, before she reaches up and touches the space behind her ear. When she finds a weird growth of a thing, she just frowns sharply and twists to look at him. "I've never..." But then she moves onto her toes and looks at his ear. "You've got one too."

His hand instinctively moves to his ear and when his ring connects to the ball there's a slight clink. Feeling around it he tries to tug it off only to end up wincing in pain.

"I think it's embedded." He tries again, with the same result.

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