To the freaks.
((Short fic. It made more sense at 3am when I was trying to sleep.))
A chance meeting had led to an invitation for beers and talking, something he had taken his alternate up on rather quickly. From there it was a quick pinpoint to large warehouse apartment, where they had camped out on the fire escape. It was the New York resident that had done most of the talking though, although he had done his bit of sharing as well. Jason had learned more about the human servant in one hour than he had learned from a month of digging in library.
It was somewhere during the fourth beer (rather strong beers, Jason made a mental note to try and remember to ask where he got them) that he blurted out, "I'm a clone. I was made two months ago." He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't worried about this man knowing the truth.
There was silence for a bit, both men staring out over the city, the words hanging in the air between them. Finally, the other man spoke, and then it was merely to lean over and take the beer away from his identical twin. "Sorry, I can't contribute to the deliquency of a minor. I have some juice if you need it."
It was said with such a straight face that it took Jason a moment to realise that the other man was joking. When it hit him, he started laughing, grabbing his bottle back and then leaning back against the metal railing. "Seriously, I am."
The other Jason shrugs, grinning. "And I'm a human servant to one of the strongest vampires in St Louis and New York. We're the freaks of the group."
Jason scowls, taking a quick drink. "That's a lot of the reason why I haven't talked to the others. All I ever hear is how good they are and how everyone adores them."
The human servant of them nods. "Yet you were the one who was created because someone gave a shit. You didn't have to go through all the shit we did, so in a way, you're the luckiest of all. Which one were you cloned from anyway?"
He shrugs, more of a 'not sure' motion than anything else. "I'm a mixture of two of them. So the memories can be confusing sometimes. I usually try to forget about their pasts."
They go quiet again, letting that little bit of info sink in. "Sometimes being a freak is a good thing. I mean, look at my life. I'm on top of the freaking world, out of St Louis and going to live a very, very long time. You're living it up with a guy who can, and has, done a helluva lot for you, including giving you life." The native looks at Jason and grins. "We're young and beautiful forever. They're stuck living a very short family life."
He chuckles, shaking his head. "I know the boss is pretty damn old, but I've never thought to ask him about that part." Lifting his bottle, he toasts his 'alternate'. "To the freaks."
A chance meeting had led to an invitation for beers and talking, something he had taken his alternate up on rather quickly. From there it was a quick pinpoint to large warehouse apartment, where they had camped out on the fire escape. It was the New York resident that had done most of the talking though, although he had done his bit of sharing as well. Jason had learned more about the human servant in one hour than he had learned from a month of digging in library.
It was somewhere during the fourth beer (rather strong beers, Jason made a mental note to try and remember to ask where he got them) that he blurted out, "I'm a clone. I was made two months ago." He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't worried about this man knowing the truth.
There was silence for a bit, both men staring out over the city, the words hanging in the air between them. Finally, the other man spoke, and then it was merely to lean over and take the beer away from his identical twin. "Sorry, I can't contribute to the deliquency of a minor. I have some juice if you need it."
It was said with such a straight face that it took Jason a moment to realise that the other man was joking. When it hit him, he started laughing, grabbing his bottle back and then leaning back against the metal railing. "Seriously, I am."
The other Jason shrugs, grinning. "And I'm a human servant to one of the strongest vampires in St Louis and New York. We're the freaks of the group."
Jason scowls, taking a quick drink. "That's a lot of the reason why I haven't talked to the others. All I ever hear is how good they are and how everyone adores them."
The human servant of them nods. "Yet you were the one who was created because someone gave a shit. You didn't have to go through all the shit we did, so in a way, you're the luckiest of all. Which one were you cloned from anyway?"
He shrugs, more of a 'not sure' motion than anything else. "I'm a mixture of two of them. So the memories can be confusing sometimes. I usually try to forget about their pasts."
They go quiet again, letting that little bit of info sink in. "Sometimes being a freak is a good thing. I mean, look at my life. I'm on top of the freaking world, out of St Louis and going to live a very, very long time. You're living it up with a guy who can, and has, done a helluva lot for you, including giving you life." The native looks at Jason and grins. "We're young and beautiful forever. They're stuck living a very short family life."
He chuckles, shaking his head. "I know the boss is pretty damn old, but I've never thought to ask him about that part." Lifting his bottle, he toasts his 'alternate'. "To the freaks."