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Fix and Clean Shop- Mid-day Saturday

Fandom had a lot of quirks and oddities, but one thing the island evidently was not immune to, despite all the craziness, was the oppressive heat mid-day still brought, despite it being almost Fall. With temperatures still high and the humidity annoyingly high, doing much of anything outdoors in the middle of the day was a bit of a challenge. Dwight was 'trying' to be productive in his workshop but it wasn't going too well.

At that moment, he was taking inventory and seeing what needed to be ordered and what other supplies he still needed to get organized. Dwight had gotten down to his jeans and a sleeveless shirt, and he was debating just peeling that off if he thought it would really make that much of a difference. At least he didn't feel like he was melting right then. That was an improvement right?

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Jon was...mostly just wandering again. As inclined as he might be to sit in his far too large apartment reading, he was still restless. Of course, in this heat it didn't take long for him to regret that decision. The open door of the shop beckoned him with the hope of air conditioning.

When it wasn't much cooler inside than out, Jon sighed. Then he caught sight of the man in the shop and had to drag his eyes away. There was such trauma there, such fear, and it had been a while.

"I...sorry, I... sorry." Jon nodded, still not looking at him, and hurried to back out the door.

Dwight had been messing around in the shop more for the sake of keeping busy than really having any work to do. So he had heard when someone walked into the shop and started speaking. Turning he looked at Jon and spoke up.

"Hey there. Come on in. Can I help you?"

Dwight looked at Jon, not recognizing him. But then again, there had been quite the influx of new people on the island the last week or so. So it was no surprise to see a new face, he just wasn't expecting anyone to be swinging by the shop. And he wasn't expecting to see someone who looked as... well.. He wasn't expecting someone who looked like Jon, that was for sure.

"Name's Dwight" he said with a slight grin. "Welcome to the island."

"Jonathan Sims. Ah...thank you. Sorry to bother you. I just...ah, well...i-it's hot."

Well done, Jon, very articulate.

Dwight considered Jon for a moment and then nodded.

"Yeah it's pretty brutal out there," he said simply. "You are welcome to come in and sit. Not the best AC in the workshop here, but a little better than out there at least. Can get you some water if you want," he offered, nodding towards the water jug sitting on the counter.

He really shouldn't stay. He could practically feel Dwight's trauma pulling at him. Then again, much of this island seemed to have some sort of supernatural trauma; if he tried to avoid it all, he never would leave his flat. And it was indeed very hot outside. Reluctantly, Jon nodded his head. "Water would be lovely, thank you."

Dwight nodded as he wiped off his hands and walked over to the counter and pulled out one of the large cups. Wiping it down real quick he filled it with the ice cold water from the jug and topped off his own.

"There you go" he said, setting the cup down in front of Jon. "Have a seat if you want," Dwight said, motioning towards one of the few chairs pulled up at the counter. "No point dying of dehydration and heat stroke if it can be at all avoided, right?" he added with a slight chuckle.

Dwight watched Jon for a moment and then spoke up again. "So what brings you to the island? You don't look young enough to be a student. You here to teach or are you opening up a shop on the island?"

"What? Oh. I'm...apparently I'm a teacher. Literature. I only just arrived last week. And this is..." he looked around more. "Some sort of a wood shop?"

"Well good luck with the class. And with getting settled in." Dwight considered Jon for a moment then grinned. "If you ever need anything, feel free to stop by. I'm still fairly new myself, only been here a couple months, but the 'oddness' of the island tends to get less shell-shocking as time goes."

He watched Jon and then glanced around himself with a somewhat proud smile. "Yeah, not much but at least Fandom has a handyman shop now. Been busy the last month or so, which has been nice," (for obvious Fandom madness reasons). "But the island seems hell-bent on it taking me forever and a day to get everything set up and all the inventory in place."

"I, uh...well, I'll keep that in mind, thank you." Since he was apparently managing a building now, it might come in handy. "What sorts...you do wood, obviously. I don't know what to do if I should need a...a plumber, or an electrician or anything like that."

"Well if it's something small like a leaky pipe or clogged drain, or a simple rewiring I can come and take a look. I specialize in wood and such but really any type of basic maintenance or repair stuff I can take care of for the most part. Back home I was known as the fixer and the cleaner so yeah... it's kinda followed me here to Fandom as well," Dwight said with a chuckle and a shrug.

"Fandom is a bit... ummm... unique. Could say magical in a way. So the mundane stuff might not be as big a deal as you may think. But if something comes up, you can give me a call and I'll do what I can to help."

"Right, right." Jon nodded. "Do you...um." No, this should be fine to ask, "Do you have a card?" And, no compelling. Good.

"Sure, hang on," Dwight said as he ducked down under the counter. He emerged a moment later with a small stack of cards in his hands."Really should remember to put these out for people," he said. He grabbed one of the cards and held it out between his fingers towards Jon.

Jon reached out carefully to take it without touching Dwight's hand. "Thank you. It's good to know who to call if there's a problem."

He put the card in his pocket and sipped his water in lieu of having anything else to say.

Dwight tried not to stare at the scars on Jon's hand as he reached for the card. But it wasn't exactly easy to overlook. He hadn't seen burns that bad since he had been in the field hospital recovering from getting shot in Afghanistan all those years ago.

Dwight took a drink of his own water and watched Jon for a moment before he spoke up again.

"So, you're here to teach. Where are you coming to Fandom from? Got any family back home?"

Jon did his best not to flinch. "I, uh...that's...it's...I have a boyfriend. In...in London. A couple years ago, apparently. But I'm...uh, I'm here now. And you?" And there was that compelling. Damn.

Dwight nodded slowly. "The time jumps can take a bit to get used to. I lost ten years when I ended up here on the Island... still trying to wrap my head around that fully. As far as family, there wasn't anyone back home when I left, no one to miss me or come looking for me."

Dwight sighed for a moment, as if he was trying to decide if he should say what he was about to say. "My ex left me when I came home injured from serving overseas. Said it was because she was 'tired of dealing with it all'. And my daughter... she died a year ago. Well a year ago in my time anyways."

Dwight's gaze shifted from Jon to the small photo that sat on the counter that had one of the last photos he had of him and Lizzie together.

Jon winced. "Sorry! Sorry, you...you don't have to say anything else." He glanced at the picture and set his glass down hurriedly. "I should probably go. Thank you, for...for the water."

Dwight looked at Jon for a moment then gave a small sad smile.

"Hey, it's ok, you don't have to run off. You're welcome to stay, I don't mind. If you need to go, I understand though, and look forward to seeing ya around the island again."

"I...um, no, that's fine, I just...you, you seem like a nice person, and I...I really shouldn't."

He was going to leave now. Really. He managed a couple shaky steps toward the door.

"Thank you for the compliment," Dwight said with a slight chuckle. "Though I am sure there are plenty of people who would disagree with you on that assessment."

He watched as Jon made like he was heading for the door.

"Won't stop you. Couldn't if I tried could I?" he asked, looking at Jon for a moment. "But just so you know, if shop door's open you are always welcome to drop by, anytime. Including now."

Jon smiled grimly. "You shouldn't just invite anybody in. You never know what you might end up facing."

Dwight nodded in acknowledgement and gave a soft laugh. "I've seen my fair share of the strange and the bizarre, the good and the bad, and everything in between. You kinda learn to live with fear and accept it. More than half the people where I am from have unusual powers and abilities, usually that pose a threat to themselves and others. When you live with people who can walk through walls, control the weather, read minds, and inflict pain with a touch, you learn to face the fear of a lot of unknown things. It just becomes part of life. Especially when you have to count yourself among that crowd."

"Just...just stop, please." Jon held up his hands. "Don't tell me anything more." He sucked in a breath and blew it out again a little shakily, trying to push down the need to Know.

Dwight looked at Jon and blinked slightly then simply nodded as he sat behind the counter where he had been. He watched Jon, not saying anything else for a moment.

Dwight considered the man standing across from him for a moment, waiting until he looked at least a little calmer.

"Then maybe you need to have someone listen while you talk instead," he said simply, his voice firm but not patronizing.

Jon laughed humorlessly. "No offence, but I don't even know you." He ran his hands through his hair. "There are...are things that it's best not to get involved with, and I'm one of them." He headed for the door once more. "Thank you again for the water."

Dwight nodded simply as he watched Jon hurry out.

"See ya Jon...until our next run in" he said softly.

With a sigh, Dwight turned and went back to work.

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