C2 sat in a seat at lab, waiting patiently like Guy told him. But he started to worry when neither Gary or Gordon came out of the room, the lab guys normally did all kinds of work separately. But this whole meeting had been strange, Guy picked him up. He said for a check-up, but there hadn't been any checking-up on anything just questions, and a lot of them. C2 already had a math test in the morning, and to take out the trash, clean the bathroom, eat Carl's peas- he didn't have time for this. But he couldn't be rude and just leave. Certinly not to the men who incubated and raised him for the first eight-weeks of his short life. Finally, when he was about to go ask what was going on, the triplets came out. Each balding, short men with black hair and a red bow tie.

"Can we get this check up part over with now? Carl normally likes me to study most of the night for his math test and I-"

"C2," Gary cut the young, burnette clone off gently but seriously, "you won't be going back to your donor's home this evening."

At first C2 laughed, his blue eyes lite up. "Haha. That's a good one, Gary- but really I should be going soon."

"C2, he wasn't joking." Guy said, his hands folded behind his back.

"With some of the responses you gave to us, we feel it's best if you remind here for a little while..."

He watched C2's frown almost turn into a puddle and mess of panick.

"But I haven't been forgetting anything- I even remembered how the library works, and the vacuum and answers to math questions when I study an-and-"

"It's not any issue your having C2-" Gordon said, with a sad sigh.

"Oh no! This is because of that history test, isn't it?! I didn't mean to fail I just fell asleep- I stayed up the night before working on Carl's science project for him- he siad he wasn't mad about it!"

"Shhh, shh..." Gordon stepped up as the young clone became more panicked and emotional. Gordon knew this was just a part of C2's age and maturity, he was only roughly a year old. The clone felt his heart pounding and he'd never been so scared as things got blurry from tears. Gordon grabbed him by his shoulders, he was always better with emotions than Gary or Guy.

"C2, you did nothing wrong. We're just worried for you."

"But I haven't been forgetting, I've had my cheese-I need to go!" C2 didn't mean to raise his voice.

"Shhh, shhh,- just breath, " he pulled a handkerchief from his labcoat pocket and handed it over. "You've done nothing wrong," Gordon repeated. "We just feel your donor hasn't treated you nicely, C2-"

"Carl's very nice." The Clone insisted, as he sniffed and whimpered into the handkerchief.

"I'm sure he can be. But right now what we're talking about is how nice he is to you." Secret or not, clones should have some basic decent treatment, hunched in a closet until needed. The only foods being given were steamed peas, soda and potatoe chips normally. Weighted down by so many chores it was all they really talked about when asked about their donors. It wasn't right.

C2 opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but was at a lose as to what as hw felt his tears coming back to him.

"Now, if you're a good clone you can watch whatever you like on Guy's portable Television set." Gordon promised, letting C2 keep the handkerchief.

He sniffled again, "even Bunny Buddies?"

It was only a temporary fix to the problem. But it would have to do. They couldnt stand to see a clone so upset, and it was even moee upsetting when that clone understood so little of what was going on. Even after all the time he'd spent being able to be around other people and socialize, C2 still couldn't understand his treatment was bad. So, for now the Lab Guys Cloning Team had removed C2 form Carl's home, leaving a formal letter explaining why for when the teen got home from the movies.