Those Magnificent Wesleys
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek
Author's Note: This story takes place before Wesley goes to Starfleet Academy
Chapter 1
The Experiment
"Would you like to show us your science project, Wesley?" Lt. Rodriguez asked. He was the one who had sponsored the science fair. Wesley hated him because he had politely asked the "boy genius" not to join the competition because it would be unfair for the other students.
"I hope this works," Wesley said. "I've actually never tried it before…"
"Well…what is it?"
"You'll see."
Wesley pulled the remote out of his pocket, pointed it at a box, and pressed the small black button on it (which he had cleverly labeled "self-destruct" just in case anyone jealous ever wanted to destroy his project). Suddenly the box glowed, and Wesley Crusher appeared on top of it! Lt. Rodriguez looked at the Wesley on top of the box. "So, you've built a portable remote-control-operated trans…"
"I'm right here, Lieutenant," Wesley said. Lt. Rodriguez turned. Wesley was still standing there, holding the remote! He looked back at the box, where another Wesley with another remote was standing.
"That's right, Lt. Rodriguez!" one of the Wesleys said with a smile.
"You…you've…cloned yourself!" Lt. Rodriguez gasped.
The other children gasped as well. The Wesleys were beaming. "Now there can be two boy geniuses on the ship!" they said in unison.
Lt. Rodriguez screamed and ran out of Cargo Bay 4. He slammed his hand on his communication pin. "Rodriguez to Captain Picard!"
"Capt. Picard here," Picard responded.
"We've got a problem down in Cargo Bay 4! It's Wesley Crusher…"
"I'm on my way!"
A few minutes later Picard arrived with Riker, Dr. Crusher, Worf, a full security team, and three men wearing special decontamination suits. "All right, what has he done this time?" Picard asked.
"He's…he's…cloned himself!"
Picard sighed. "Figures." He glanced at the security team and the three suited men. "Dismissed."
They all left as Picard, Riker, Dr. Crusher, and Lt. Rodriguez went into Cargo Bay 4. It was worse; now there were three Wesleys.
"Hello, Captain Picard!" they all said.
"Wesley, how many times have I told you not to clone yourself?" Beverly asked.
"But Mom…"
"That is it, young man! This experiment is over!"
"Mr. Worf," Picard said, "destroy that box."
"No!" all the Wesleys screamed dramatically, pretending it meant something to them; in truth, the box was only a fancy platform Wesley thought it would look cool for his clone to appear on. But Wesley was smart; letting the captain think he had destroyed his project, he quickly pressed the big red button marked "clone" (which was actually supposed to get rid of the other Wesleys) twice, making his two clones disappear as Worf fired on the box.
"You've ruined it!" Wesley wailed.
"If this happens again I'm sentencing you to full sickbay duty under your mother! For two weeks you will not leave the sickbay, making sure that everything is functioning properly and…"
"No!" Beverly said, horrified.
"What was that, Doctor?"
"Uh…Captain…don't you mean he'll be working under Mr. Worf, making sure all of the…"
"No!" Worf roared. "He means…er…working under Commander Riker, and…"
"I think what the captain really means is that Mr. Crusher will be put in the brig, guarded by whatever unfortunate security member has duty that day," Riker said quickly.
"Of course," Picard said. Beverly, Worf, and Riker all breathed sighs of relief.
"Now then," Picard said, "let us return to the bridge. I haven't heard any impacts on the ship…it would appear Mr. Data has handled that Romulan warbird quite well while we were down here…"
They all left. Wesley, head bowed, walked dejectedly back to his quarters. It wasn't until he was in the safety of his room that he chanced a malicious grin, pulling out his remote control. I'll show them…