FIC: Lyle Bennet: Transdimensional Traveller! Chapter 3!
Title: Lyle Bennet: Transdimensional Traveller!
Characters: Lyle Bennet et al
Rating: G
Word Count: 1195
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: No real spoilers in this part
Summary: When we last left our intrepid transdimensional traveler, he'd just been flung into another dimension by another version from himself from another dimension... or had he?
Chapter 3!
He'd felt like his body was splitting at its seams, like every particle of himself was being rearranged, like he'd been put through a blender several times on the "pulverize" setting. He wanted to vomit, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to lie down...
And, suddenly, he realized he was.
"Whoa," Lyle muttered, using one hand to rub his head and the other to get up. His head was still spinning. Slowly he sat up as the pounding subsided. He was in his bedroom, and everything seemed wonderfully normal.
For the first time he could remember, he was relieved to see Claire already seated at the table, helping herself to the waffles in front of her.
"What's the matter, Lyle?"
"I just had a very strange dream. That's all. Is Dad around? Where's Mom?"
"Dad left early for work," Claire said, rolling her eyes for emphasis, "as usual. Mom took Mr. Muggles out for a walk."
"Okay," Lyle said, rubbing his temple as he took a seat. He poured himself some juice but let the waffles be - he didn't quite feel up to eating just then. He was still trying to figure out what had been real and what had... not been real. "Can I ask you a weird question, Claire?"
"Do you ask any other kind?"
"I didn't... or someone that looked like me... I didn't try to hit on you last night or anything, did I?"
Claire's lips curled downwards in an expression of disgust. "Excuse me, I've got to go vomit now," she muttered as she pushed herself away from the table. "Listen, Lyle, you better stop being weird and start getting to school. I don't want to be late because of you."
"I was... just... making sure," Lyle halfheartedly called after Claire as she disappeared back upstairs. After she vanished from his view, he heard the jingling of a dog collar and the fiddling of the front doorknob as his mother let herself back inside. He couldn't ever remember being so happy to see his mother before as he got up from the table and walked, smiling, into the foyer.
"Hey, hon," Sandra said. "Did you get something to eat?"
"Yeah, Mom," he replied. "But who's this?" he asked, looking at the lumbering Great Dane who followed his mother inside. "Was he lost or something?"
Sandra cocked her head to the side, her smile askew. "Now, Lyle, don't be silly." She knelt down to the tile, embracing the large canine, letting him slobber all over her face. "Now, Mr. Muggles, don't listen to that silly boy. He must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
Lyle swallowed the lump growing in his throat as he struggled not to panic. "That's Mr. Muggles?" he asked, shaky and unsure.
"Yes, Lyle, of course it's Mr. Muggles. You think I could find such a handsome replacement?" Sandra remarked as she got back on her feet. "Are you feeling all right, sweetie? Did you eat breakfast yet? You know how lightheaded you get on an empty stomach."
"Mom, I'm..." Lyle began before realization sunk in. It hadn't been a dream. "You're not my mom. You're some other Lyle's mom. I'm in some kind of alternate dimension!"
Sandra froze in place. "Lyle, what are you talking about?"
"Do you realize what this means?" Lyle asked, the panic rising in his voice. "The evil Lyle is in my place, and he's... Oh, no! He's probably hitting on Claire right now!"
"Lyle, you need to calm down!" Sandra shouted, dropping Mr. Muggles' leash to the ground as she grabbed Lyle by the shoulders. "What are you talking about, alternate dimensions and hitting on Claire? She's your sister, for Chrissakes!"
"I know!" Lyle shouted back, horrified. "That's why it sucks!"
"You need to... you need to sit down," Sandra said, guiding Lyle back into the kitchen to a chair.
Claire came down the stairs, looking quizzically at the two of them. "Did someone call me?" she asked.
Sandra shook her head and clucked her tongue. "Your brother's not feeling well, you better head off to school without him." Claire rolled her eyes again, muttering something that sounded distinctly like "faker" under her breath, as she slung her bag over one shoulder and patted the Great Dane on the head on her way out.
Lyle's mind was racing as he listened to his mother's double on the phone with his father's double. "He's acting crazy, Noah. I think you need to come home, quick."
The other Lyle had told him that his Mr. Muggles was a dalmation, but that other Lyle also didn't have a sister. Lyle held his head in his hands as he wondered what else might be different in this universe. He wondered where this world's Lyle was. Mostly, he wondered if he'd ever be able to get home again.
"What do you mean, you're sending someone over? Honey, I think Lyle needs you right now," Sandra continued on the phone. "All right. All right, Noah. Well, I'm not going to let him go to school today, so anytime would probably be fine. Love you too, hon." The phone beeped as Sandra pressed a button and set it on the kitchen counter. "Your father is sending someone from the Company to talk to you, Lyle sweetie. He says he'll be able to help."
"Will he be able to send me back home?"
Sandra hesitated. "Sure thing, hon," she finally told him. "Can I get you an aspirin or anything?"
"No thanks," Lyle replied. He knew when he was being patronized.
Lyle sat in stone silence at the table while Sandra fluttered from room to room, starting chores but not finishing them, as they both waited for the Company specialist to arrive. Finally the doorbell rang, and Sandra flew to the door theatrically, opening it widely to allow a handsome Indian man in a lab coat inside.
Lyle recognized him from his father's job. "Dr. Mohinder Suresh?" he asked.
"Indeed," Mohinder replied. "Your father sent me to evaluate you. Your mother seemed quite upset on the phone with him earlier, he said."
"Doctor, he's out of his mind," Sandra told him. "He was ranting and raving this morning about hitting on his sister," she whispered, as though afraid she'd set Lyle off again.
"Well, I suspect he's just experiencing some normal teenage angst. Or perhaps he suffered a sharp blow to the head. Either way, let's commence with a psychological evaluation."
"Wait," Lyle asked. "I thought you were just a professor. You can perform psychological examinations?"
"Well, yes," Mohinder answered. "I am a genetics professor. I'm also a licensed psychologist, pharmacist, and medical doctor." Sandra looked impressed as Mohinder added, "I specialized in obstetrics and gynecology."
"You went to school for all that?" Lyle asked.
"Didn't need to," Mohinder replied. "All I had to do was get the lab coat. The credentials came with it."
Lyle gulped. He was in for a long, long day.
Characters: Lyle Bennet et al
Rating: G
Word Count: 1195
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: No real spoilers in this part
Summary: When we last left our intrepid transdimensional traveler, he'd just been flung into another dimension by another version from himself from another dimension... or had he?
Chapter 3!
He'd felt like his body was splitting at its seams, like every particle of himself was being rearranged, like he'd been put through a blender several times on the "pulverize" setting. He wanted to vomit, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to lie down...
And, suddenly, he realized he was.
"Whoa," Lyle muttered, using one hand to rub his head and the other to get up. His head was still spinning. Slowly he sat up as the pounding subsided. He was in his bedroom, and everything seemed wonderfully normal.
For the first time he could remember, he was relieved to see Claire already seated at the table, helping herself to the waffles in front of her.
"What's the matter, Lyle?"
"I just had a very strange dream. That's all. Is Dad around? Where's Mom?"
"Dad left early for work," Claire said, rolling her eyes for emphasis, "as usual. Mom took Mr. Muggles out for a walk."
"Okay," Lyle said, rubbing his temple as he took a seat. He poured himself some juice but let the waffles be - he didn't quite feel up to eating just then. He was still trying to figure out what had been real and what had... not been real. "Can I ask you a weird question, Claire?"
"Do you ask any other kind?"
"I didn't... or someone that looked like me... I didn't try to hit on you last night or anything, did I?"
Claire's lips curled downwards in an expression of disgust. "Excuse me, I've got to go vomit now," she muttered as she pushed herself away from the table. "Listen, Lyle, you better stop being weird and start getting to school. I don't want to be late because of you."
"I was... just... making sure," Lyle halfheartedly called after Claire as she disappeared back upstairs. After she vanished from his view, he heard the jingling of a dog collar and the fiddling of the front doorknob as his mother let herself back inside. He couldn't ever remember being so happy to see his mother before as he got up from the table and walked, smiling, into the foyer.
"Hey, hon," Sandra said. "Did you get something to eat?"
"Yeah, Mom," he replied. "But who's this?" he asked, looking at the lumbering Great Dane who followed his mother inside. "Was he lost or something?"
Sandra cocked her head to the side, her smile askew. "Now, Lyle, don't be silly." She knelt down to the tile, embracing the large canine, letting him slobber all over her face. "Now, Mr. Muggles, don't listen to that silly boy. He must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
Lyle swallowed the lump growing in his throat as he struggled not to panic. "That's Mr. Muggles?" he asked, shaky and unsure.
"Yes, Lyle, of course it's Mr. Muggles. You think I could find such a handsome replacement?" Sandra remarked as she got back on her feet. "Are you feeling all right, sweetie? Did you eat breakfast yet? You know how lightheaded you get on an empty stomach."
"Mom, I'm..." Lyle began before realization sunk in. It hadn't been a dream. "You're not my mom. You're some other Lyle's mom. I'm in some kind of alternate dimension!"
Sandra froze in place. "Lyle, what are you talking about?"
"Do you realize what this means?" Lyle asked, the panic rising in his voice. "The evil Lyle is in my place, and he's... Oh, no! He's probably hitting on Claire right now!"
"Lyle, you need to calm down!" Sandra shouted, dropping Mr. Muggles' leash to the ground as she grabbed Lyle by the shoulders. "What are you talking about, alternate dimensions and hitting on Claire? She's your sister, for Chrissakes!"
"I know!" Lyle shouted back, horrified. "That's why it sucks!"
"You need to... you need to sit down," Sandra said, guiding Lyle back into the kitchen to a chair.
Claire came down the stairs, looking quizzically at the two of them. "Did someone call me?" she asked.
Sandra shook her head and clucked her tongue. "Your brother's not feeling well, you better head off to school without him." Claire rolled her eyes again, muttering something that sounded distinctly like "faker" under her breath, as she slung her bag over one shoulder and patted the Great Dane on the head on her way out.
Lyle's mind was racing as he listened to his mother's double on the phone with his father's double. "He's acting crazy, Noah. I think you need to come home, quick."
The other Lyle had told him that his Mr. Muggles was a dalmation, but that other Lyle also didn't have a sister. Lyle held his head in his hands as he wondered what else might be different in this universe. He wondered where this world's Lyle was. Mostly, he wondered if he'd ever be able to get home again.
"What do you mean, you're sending someone over? Honey, I think Lyle needs you right now," Sandra continued on the phone. "All right. All right, Noah. Well, I'm not going to let him go to school today, so anytime would probably be fine. Love you too, hon." The phone beeped as Sandra pressed a button and set it on the kitchen counter. "Your father is sending someone from the Company to talk to you, Lyle sweetie. He says he'll be able to help."
"Will he be able to send me back home?"
Sandra hesitated. "Sure thing, hon," she finally told him. "Can I get you an aspirin or anything?"
"No thanks," Lyle replied. He knew when he was being patronized.
Lyle sat in stone silence at the table while Sandra fluttered from room to room, starting chores but not finishing them, as they both waited for the Company specialist to arrive. Finally the doorbell rang, and Sandra flew to the door theatrically, opening it widely to allow a handsome Indian man in a lab coat inside.
Lyle recognized him from his father's job. "Dr. Mohinder Suresh?" he asked.
"Indeed," Mohinder replied. "Your father sent me to evaluate you. Your mother seemed quite upset on the phone with him earlier, he said."
"Doctor, he's out of his mind," Sandra told him. "He was ranting and raving this morning about hitting on his sister," she whispered, as though afraid she'd set Lyle off again.
"Well, I suspect he's just experiencing some normal teenage angst. Or perhaps he suffered a sharp blow to the head. Either way, let's commence with a psychological evaluation."
"Wait," Lyle asked. "I thought you were just a professor. You can perform psychological examinations?"
"Well, yes," Mohinder answered. "I am a genetics professor. I'm also a licensed psychologist, pharmacist, and medical doctor." Sandra looked impressed as Mohinder added, "I specialized in obstetrics and gynecology."
"You went to school for all that?" Lyle asked.
"Didn't need to," Mohinder replied. "All I had to do was get the lab coat. The credentials came with it."
Lyle gulped. He was in for a long, long day.