TITLE: Making Clones For the World To See
AUTHOR: Emma Redmer
SYNOPSIS: Emma's first foray in to the world of clones.
GENRE: Clone Fic
RATING: G

"What the HELL am I doing?"

She walked down the halls, her soprano voice and feet
the only sounds for miles, it seemed. She'd read the
stories a thousand times by now. She KNEW how
out-of-hand they could get, how crazy things were in
the Library when there was a hundred of them or more
running around.

On the other hand...it just seemed right. Her heavy
footsteps seemed to echo through the large building.
She knew she should have re-read the fics on how one
did this...and SHOULDN'T have re-read "Hostile
Takeover." She wondered what happened with that,
anyway. Everything seemed ok now, so she assumed the
evil clones were gone...but one never knew.

'Damn,' she thought, 'this place is HUGE!' She'd been
so busy, between her new nephew and her RL job and
writing the "Dream World" role-play story with Lauren,
she hadn't really had time to explore the Library
adequately. The corridors and shelves of books seemed
to go on forever. She was surprised with how quiet it
all was. She expected a Micky clone to be blowing up
the Coke machine or a Davy clone to be hitting up a
lister or a Mike and a Peter clone to be playing
guitar riffs together. Or maybe other clones. She'd
read there were clones for everyone from Bart Simpson
to Ben Affleck wandering around somewhere...

The diminuative, dark-haired lister finally arrived at
the room she was looking for. She took a deep breath
and walked up to the machine. She gave herself a quick
pep talk, reminding herself that she worked with
machines with just as many buttons almost every day.

'But this isn't a grocery store register,' that
nagging little voice in her mind interjected. 'This is
a cloning machine. You are going to make CLONES!'

She finally sighed and started pressing buttons. 'Oh,
what the hell.'

First, clones for herself. She knew exactly what she
wanted. She started pressing the buttons that
indicated "Mike Clones." "Yes...no...no, wrong era
entirely...no...no...yes...and a little of
that...yes...and that..." She smiled at the picture
before her. "Perfect." Her long, tapered fingers
pressed the "transmogrify" square. There was a funny
"zoop" sound, and the door opened on its own.

The tall, dark-haired, late 60s/"Head" era Mike clone
looked around, his chocolate eyes a bit wary. He wore
the brown-and-yellow suit from a few of the late
second season episodes and some parts of "Head." The
infamous sunglasses perched like a crown on his raven
locks. Around his neck was a diamond pendant on a
silver chain. She noted a broadsword sticking out from
under his suit jacket.

He frowned, looking around the room. "Where am I?" He
indicated the odd machine. "What the HELL is that?"
She had to work hard to keep from simultaniously
blushing and drooling.

"I..." she stammered, "I'm not quite sure how it
works...but however it works, it made you." She
smiled. "You're Robert, or just Rob."

She returned to the machine before Rob could ask any
more questions. This time, her fingers reached for the
"Peter clones" button. "And no Petrovs!" she chuckled
as she started punching buttons.

Rob scratched his head. "Petrov?"

She sighed, finally pushing the Transmogify button.
"Long story, honey. I'll explain it when we get to my
place. Right now, I'm making you some friends."

She repeated the process. There was that weird sound
again...but this time, the door didn't open on its
own. She went to the door and opened it. "Come on,
sugar. I won't hurt you, and neither will he when he's
in a good mood." Rob made a face at her as a
timid-looking Peter clone stepped out of the machine.
His fringed moccassins, bright paisley shirt, and
multitudes of love beads couldn't have screamed "late
60s/Head era Peter" any harder had the fellow said it
himself.

He nervously fingered the bright emerald pendant on a
chain of green and gold beads. "W...w...here am I?" He
shook so hard, the arrows in the quiver on his back
rattled.

Rob finally went and put a hand on the fellow's
shoulder. "Hey, man, calm down. You shake any harder,
you're gonna make an earthquake in here."

She put her hand on his other shoulder. "Don't worry.
You're in good hands here," she smiled at him, "Hal."

"Hal." He gave one of the famous Peter beams. "Is that
my name? I like it!"

She nodded. "Now that I did you two, I'm going to make
a couple of presents for a friend who's been VERY good
to me."

Hal nodded at the machine. "Are you going to make her
toys with that?"

She winked. "Not exactly." She this time went to "Davy
clones." She knew her friend's first Monkee crush was
the diminuative Brit. She pushed several buttons,
pressed "transmogify," and opened the door as soon as
the sound ended. A Davy clone popped out of the
machine, his wide smile widening even more when he saw
her rather generous bosoms. He, too, was late
60s/"Head" era, wearing a Nehru jacket, the
blue-and-white beads, and a sapphire on a silver
chain. One hand cocked on the slender rapier peeking
out from under the jacket.

"Now this," he said in his famous northern England
accent, "is my idea of a pleasant arrival."

Rob glared at him. "Now hold on, boy. I don't like the
way you're lookin' at this girl. She ain't a piece of
meat."

She got between the pair. "Enough, fellas. Save it for
our stories. If you break the machine, Camille and Cin
will have our heads...among other people." She sighed.
"You are decidedly Tommy, in more ways than one."

Hal rubbed his arms. "Can we go home?" he whined.
"This place is spooky!"

She shook her head. "One more gift...the most
important of all." She turned her attention to the
"Micky clones" button. "This one's gonna be a tad
earlier..." She pressed various buttons. Tommy and Rob
leaned over her shoulder, interested, while Hal
continued to whimper. The noise sounded, and she
turned to Rob. "Rob, honey, would you do the honors?"

He sighed and took hold of the door...but it flung
open by itself, hitting Rob squarely in the nose. Hal
ran to the hurt Mike clone, while Tommy went to help
her with the new arrival.

"Hey, world," announced the bouncy Micky clone, "here
I am!" He sported the bright poncho, striped
turtleneck, beads, and curly mop of the second season
"Rainbow Room" videos, along with a short scabbard and
a ruby on a gold chain. "So, babe," he grinned at her,
"what's new news? Or old news? Or any kind of news?"

She smiled and pointed down the hall. "You and Tommy
are going that way. I made you as surprises for a good
friend of mine, Lauren. Third door on the left, across
from the one with the glass sunflower hanging on the
door. Your name is George, and you're going to make
Lauren very, very happy." She whispered something in
his ear as he and Tommy ambled down the hall that made
him grin even more widely.

"Just don't stop on the way to flirt with any
listers!" she admonished as the pair disappeared into
Long Title's unending corridors. "I feel like I've
sent the lion after the lamb."

She finally returned her attention to Rob and Hal, her
own clones. Hal held the emerald under his friend's
nose. There was a small green glow around Rob, and his
nose stopped bleeding. "Are you ok, honey?" she asked.
"I've got cotton wads at my place if you need them.
That dang Micky exuberance just got the best of
George, I guess..."

Hal beamed. "Don't worry! I used the emerald and
healed him!"

Rob sighed. "Yeah, I'm ok. Nothin' damaged but my
pride."

She sighed. "I know an easier way of getting back
before anything else happens." She closed her eyes,
murmuring "my apartment in the Long Title Library" as
a blue light surrounded the trio. When the light
subsided, they stood in front of the door to her
apartment.

Rob frowned. "The imagination power works here, too?"

She nodded. "Yuppers! I don't know if it works for
everything, but it seems to transport very well here."

Hal beamed even more. "Groovy! Now we'll never have to
take the Blimm line again!"

Across the way was a similar door, only this one was a
bit crowded...but Emma did get a glimpse of George
kissing a very surprised, very shocked, and VERY happy
Lauren as she and the two young male clones made their
way into the living room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ok, so those are our clones, or "muses," as Lauren
calls them. All are based after our role-play story
"Dream World." Each are very, very good with their
respective weapons (although Hal will only use the bow
and arrow in extreme emergencies - he shares the real
Peter's loathing of violence).

You saw what Hal's Green Tree Emerald can do - heal
most cuts and wounds, including some large ones.

Rob's Aero Diamond creates a windstorm from even the
faintest breeze.

Tommy's Aquatica Sapphire can turn a trickle of water
into a flood and allows him to breathe underwater.

George's Desert Sun Ruby blows up anything it gets in
contact with when it gets hot enough. Meaning, Lauren,
keep him away from all soda machines when he has that
thing. ; 0 )

All possess the imagination power, namely, the power to
"imagine" ourselves anywhere we choose, and to create
items with our imagination. Sort of what the guys did
on the show when props popped out of nowhere, but
fancier. Lauren and I also have this power. ; 0 )

Hal: Oh, wow, look at all these stories about us!

Rob: Better be nice stories. (Holds up his broadsword)
I don't wanna have to use this.

Emma: Oh, good lord allmighty, put that down, and get
it AWAY from my computer! (sighs) We're gonna have to
make some ground rules here, fellas...