Fred and I are standing in the elevator with Angel and Spike, when her cell phone chimes. I concentrate on the staring contest in front of me, giving her privacy in case it has to do with the lab. And, it better not be Knox, because I'll strangle him myself if he's done anything else to her equipment. She turns to me with wide eyes, but before I can ask her what's wrong, the elevator reaches our destination, and the doors slide open.
I start to walk out, but Fred seems frozen in place. With a tentative hand on her shoulder, I ask, "Fred, love, are you all right? What's-", but I don't get to finish the rest of what I'm saying, since I apparently am already standing at Harmony's desk.
I blink a few times, but every time I look, he/it is still there.
I'm brought out of my introspective by Spike's reaction.
"Bloody hell! Who cloned Percy?!"
I groan at his overuse of that horrible nickname, but nevermind that. Fred looks like she just saw a ghost...er...my ghost, rather. I move to her side, taking hold of her hand to ground her, for I know she is as confused as I am.
This has to be a shape-shifting demon, or some such thing. Surely, that's not me.
Cloned? I don't know who the bloody hell that is standing next to my Fred, but that certainly isn't me. I'm standing right here! Did something take my place when the blackout happened in the lab? I don't know how, but it's the only explanation.
The other Wesley...or demon...or whatever he is takes her hand, and I'm rushing foward to pull her away.
"That's not me!" I tell her. "Stay away from Fred!"
I hold onto Fred, watching this other me with a cautious eye. Suddenly, he comes towards us, and I feel the urge to hide Fred behind my back. Instead, however, I stand my ground.
"That's not me! Stay away from Fred!"
When, whoever this is, comes a bit too close, I finally speak up. "That's far enough. Stop right there."
Behind me, I hear Spike say, "This is more bloody entertaining than Passions!"
Ignoring his sidebar, I step up to our "visitor", crossing my arms across my chest, and ask, "Who are you?"
It feels rather odd asking myself who I am? Good lord, this is getting confusing.
Who am I? Coming from something that looks like me, that's both rich and bizarre at the same time. Although I have to give him credit. He definitely stands and sounds just like me.
"I'm Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, but you should know that, considering you're impersonating me," I tell him, ready to get Fred out of the way if this turns violent. "Who--or should I say, what are you?"
Wesley. And Wesley. Asking each other who the other is, both of them obviously trying to protect me from the perceived threat of the other. Spike is throwing out jokes, and Angel looks like he wants them to figure out who the bad one is so he can run them through with his sword.
My head is about to go all explodey from this!
I find myself shifting toward the Wesley I've been with for the last several hours, the one that I kissed at the bug's nest and held hands with in the car. I know he's Wesley. Can feel it. This one standing in front of me...something's not quite right about him though he has the voice and the mannerisms and everything else about him is perfect.
I stare at him and then look back at Wesley, and then suddenly, I realize. His scar.
"His scar is on the right side!" I suddenly cry out, causing everyone to look at me. "He's a mirror image of Wesley!"
I start to walk out, but Fred seems frozen in place. With a tentative hand on her shoulder, I ask, "Fred, love, are you all right? What's-", but I don't get to finish the rest of what I'm saying, since I apparently am already standing at Harmony's desk.
I blink a few times, but every time I look, he/it is still there.
I'm brought out of my introspective by Spike's reaction.
"Bloody hell! Who cloned Percy?!"
I groan at his overuse of that horrible nickname, but nevermind that. Fred looks like she just saw a ghost...er...my ghost, rather. I move to her side, taking hold of her hand to ground her, for I know she is as confused as I am.
This has to be a shape-shifting demon, or some such thing. Surely, that's not me.
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Cloned? I don't know who the bloody hell that is standing next to my Fred, but that certainly isn't me. I'm standing right here! Did something take my place when the blackout happened in the lab? I don't know how, but it's the only explanation.
The other Wesley...or demon...or whatever he is takes her hand, and I'm rushing foward to pull her away.
"That's not me!" I tell her. "Stay away from Fred!"
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"That's not me! Stay away from Fred!"
When, whoever this is, comes a bit too close, I finally speak up. "That's far enough. Stop right there."
Behind me, I hear Spike say, "This is more bloody entertaining than Passions!"
Ignoring his sidebar, I step up to our "visitor", crossing my arms across my chest, and ask, "Who are you?"
It feels rather odd asking myself who I am? Good lord, this is getting confusing.
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Who am I? Coming from something that looks like me, that's both rich and bizarre at the same time. Although I have to give him credit. He definitely stands and sounds just like me.
"I'm Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, but you should know that, considering you're impersonating me," I tell him, ready to get Fred out of the way if this turns violent. "Who--or should I say, what are you?"
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My head is about to go all explodey from this!
I find myself shifting toward the Wesley I've been with for the last several hours, the one that I kissed at the bug's nest and held hands with in the car. I know he's Wesley. Can feel it. This one standing in front of me...something's not quite right about him though he has the voice and the mannerisms and everything else about him is perfect.
I stare at him and then look back at Wesley, and then suddenly, I realize. His scar.
"His scar is on the right side!" I suddenly cry out, causing everyone to look at me. "He's a mirror image of Wesley!"
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