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Even after his long conversation with Z yesterday, Jamie was still wearing his stupid looking outfit that prevented him from activating his power.

This is what you get for being ~~stupid~~ ~~emo~~ overly-cautious.

The fact that the music choice today was country music, the music of pain, was no doubt a reflection of Jamie's current mood.

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Maureen walked in, hoping to meet her employee. His outfit was a little odd, but it wasn't worse than anything she'd seen in New York.

"Hi, I'm Maureen, your new manager," she introduced herself, holding out a hand. "I'm assuming you're Jamie."

Jamie gave Maureen a weird look but shook her hand. "Um. Hi. What happened to Lucas?"

"He had to go back to... New Jersey, I think," Maureen said. "Something about a friend in trouble."

She smiled. "According to the paperwork he left, you've been working Tuesdays and Thursdays. Do you still want to do that?"

"Yeah. I'd like to keep working here," Jamie replied. "Unless you have plans to change the shop to a roller disco or something."

Maureen looked thoughtful for a moment. "No plans like that right now," she finally said. "Though if you have any ideas on how to make the store more profitable, I'd love to hear them."

"Glitter seems to be a popular item these days," Jamie suggested.

"Okay," Maureen said, making a mental note.

"Well, I just wanted to meet you and make sure you still wanted to work here. I got a couple applications yesterday but you obviously get preference since you were here first."

"Yep still do," Jamie replied. "So who are the new people coming in? Maybe I know some of them."

"A girl named Kaylee and a boy named Chad," Maureen said.

"I know Kaylee," Jamie replied. "She's really nice. I haven't met Chad yet."

"They both seemed nice," Maureen told him. "Well, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing," she said. "I need to go do some research. My phone number is behind the counter if you need anything."

"Okey-doke, boss-lady," Jamie said and went behind the counter to be broody.

Tyler came into the shop, his eyes feral as he looked for Jamie.

Though after what Pip had told him, some of the joy in this was muted.

Jamie looked up as Tyler walked into the store and pushed down any panic he might be feeling.

"Hey, Tyler. Judging from the look on your face I take it you know what I did."

"You're a smart one," Tyler said, clenching his hand.

Not waiting for an answer, his fist lashed out, aiming at Jamie's jaw, hard.

Jamie fell backward and crashed onto the floor with a thud.

Rubbing his jaw he looked up at Tyler. "I'm guessing an apology and an explanation would be out of line?"

"Depends," Tyler said. "Will you start by apologizing for whatever the hell you're wearing?"

"It keeps my power in check," Jamie explained. "Which means the duplicate that switched your pills with Alec's won't be able to go for a walk if an idiot decides to walk in and deck me before thinking about the consequences."

Tyler's lips twitched at that. "Oh. Sorry, I just get a little emotional when someone's evil twin or whatever almost kills my roommate."

Jamie winced at the statement. "Yeah. I know."

Jamie pulled himself off of the floor. "Look I know it's lame? But I'm sorry for what happened. I never thought there was a part to me that would really do those kinds of things to you and others. That's part of the reason for the suit. So I won't set that thing free again."

"Oh," Tyler said, slumping against the wall.

Part of him wanted to know where he could buy a suit like that. "Sorry kind of doesn't cover it, but can I ask you something?" He thought and amended. "Two somethings."

"Sure. Ask away," Jamie replied.

"Did you know what swapping the pills would do to Alec?," Tyler asked, eyes intent as if they were lie detectors.

Jamie shook his head. "No. I... he just was looking to stir up trouble."

"So basically you got lucky," Tyler supplied.

If a night in the clinic could be qualified as luck, anyhow.

"Second question, how are you getting rid of that part of you?" Tyler gestured. "Can you wear the suit forever?"

"I haven't worked that out yet," Jamie said honestly. "Until I do I'll be wearing the suit which worked for about 20 years of my life before so I expect that it'll continue to work until I figure out how to control that part of me."

"Therapy and drugs are easier," Tyler said. "Especially on your social life."

He looked at his hands, eyes drawn to the swirl of his chemical burn. "You know I kind of have some experience with this."

"You mentioned you had some problems in the past," Jamie said with a nod. "You didn't seem willing to talk about it so I didn't push it."

"It's not my favorite subject," Tyler acknowledged.

He stuck his hands in his pockets. "I think everyone has a dark side. Some of them just like to get out for air."

"Unfortunately for me, mine decided to go for a walk last week," Jamie said shaking his head. "I know it's not enough, but I'm sorry I put you and Alec through that. Not to mention messing with your head."

Amusement flickered across Tyler's eyes. "It's in the past. I'll just keep an eye on you," he said.

"It won't be hard to see you coming in that get-up."

"Only until I get a handle on my powers," Jamie pointed out. "Then I'll be out of this stupid get up."

Tyler nodded. "And I hit you. that was for me. Don't know what Alec will do."

"Yeah. I still need to apologize to several more people," Jamie said looking at the ground.

"Better get cracking," Tyler said. "See you, Madrox."

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