Cabot and Associates, 63 Serendipity Way, Wednesday

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Alex was sniffling a bit as she set up her laptop today. Her sinuses were bothering her. Must be the humidity. She had been tempted to stay home, but she was going to stick it out. Even if she might not have any clients show up today.

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When Jack walked in her office, he had a six-pack of cold beer with a bow on it that he waved in her general direction. "I was gonna get you a card, too," he told her, "but they didn't seem to have a section for 'I hope you don't regret that we had sex when we were both mind-whammied.'"

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"Mind-whammied?" Alex asked, lifting an eyebrow. "I would have, anyway. Just probably not on my desk. Why, do you regret it?"

That would be a shame. But at least he was telling her up-front, and with beer.

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"Yes, mind-whammied," Jack repeated. "That's a technical term, by the way. Pheromones, or a mind-control device, or a virus, or something. Wouldn't be the first time." He shrugged. "And hell, no, I don't regret it. You are, in my humble opinion, absolutely outstanding. Heck, I was hoping to talk you into another round."

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"And so you bring me beer," she said with a grin. "The mating rituals of the true gentleman. Round two would not take place on my desk, so if you're into workplace kink, you're out of luck."

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"Oh, yeah, because I just LOVED the crick in my back, and all the bruises," Jack replied, grinning. "Besides, it's... No, I'm not really that kind of guy. The beer is yours whether or not you still want my hot body, by the way," he added. "I mean, you don't have to feel obligated, is all I'm saying."

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"So this isn't sexual harassment beer," she nodded. "Duly noted. Have a seat, tell me what's on your mind. Have the aliens stopped whammying your head?"

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Jack grabbed a seat, and one of the beers. "Do you mind if I...?" He waved it at her. "No, I don't think it was aliens -- the buzz is, the island just does things like that on occasion. Whatever it is, it's over. But you're still hot."

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"No, please," she said, taking a can herself. "More of that temporal stuff? You're the one that told me this place was off the grid. I still don't trust it, but at least the drug lords don't seem to know where this place it."

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"This place is like some kind of episode of meta for the Twilight Zone," Jack told her, as he cracked his open and saluted her with it. "There's all sorts of crazy stuff going on. Even weirder than what I'm normally used to."

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"My normality pales in comparison," Alex said dryly. "I'm accustomed to man's inhumanity to man, or more often, to his girlfriend or the neighbor's eight-year-old. Alligators running loose, and alien mind whammies ... those are new."

Now seemed like a good time to start on her own beer.

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"In New York, no less!" Jack agreed. "I don't know how you do it. I'll take saving the galaxy from nigh-omnipotent aliens over that, any day." He frowned at her. "Did I mention that before? All the crap I gave you about classified this, and classified that -- the classified part is 'aliens'."