"I always thought messing around with time was forbidden because of the potential for the paradoxes to destroy the time-space continuum. I never dreamed it was because the paradoxes could just be so annoying..." A long dark shadow crossed my light. I paused my musings and looked up.
I sighed and glared. One of the me's was on my couch, writing in my journal. "Get off my couch", I growled.
"I think it's technically my couch," he snarked. "You know, being that I'm Harry Prime."
Another me came up from the lab. "Actually, I was conferring with Bob," he said, interrupting us before we could start arguing. "He said the other Harry is Harry Prime."
"Which other Harry?" I asked. "This one?" I gestured to the jackass still on my couch.
"No, the *other* other Harry. The one sleeping in our room with a migraine. I think that's what Bob's basing it off of to be honest."
"Hell's bells," I mumbled, then glared at NOT Harry Prime on the couch as he said the same thing. "That's getting really annoying," I snipped at him. He gestured rudely at me.
I woke to a loud crash coming from the other room. Someone was arguing. With a start, I remembered the three other me's spontaneously showing up in my lab earlier. I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed. It was at that moment my headache chose to remind me why I had gone to bed in the first place, and I nearly flopped back on my pillow. But then there was another loud crash, followed by even louder shouting. With a sigh, I staggered to my feet. The first stop was the medicine cabinet for Advil. The other me's could wait.
By the time I reached the other room, the arguing had stopped. There they were, all three other me's. Two of them were glaring, and the third was in the middle, keeping them away from each other. Then the one on the left mumbled something, and next thing I knew, the other two were pouncing on him, fists flying. I decided, until one of them noticed me, it wasn't my problem. I walked over to the ice chest and grabbed a coke. I popped the lid and slurped at it then downed the 3 Advil in my hand.
There was a relatively quiet boom. Ah, someone had broken out the magic finally. As apparently the only sane version of me in the room, I decided it was time to break up the fight. But first... someone was knocking at the door. The strain needed to open the door didn't help my headache any, but I finally wrestled it open. Michael and Murphy were waiting patiently on the other side. "You know you only need to ask for me to fix your door," Michael said, a small smile gracing his face.
I rolled my eyes. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to ignore the increasing sounds of chaos coming from inside.
"I was in the neighborhood and my car broke down. Michael was driving by and saw me with the tow truck and offered me a lift to your place until the car gets fixed." Murph explained. She peered at me. "Harry, you look awful," she added, a worried frown gracing her lips.
"No shit," I grumbled. There was a mildly louder boom, followed by a yelp. One of the me's suddenly flew past me and landed in an ungainly, slightly smoking pile of limbs between me and Murphy and Michael. "At least I don't look as bad as him," I pointed out to my baffled friends. It was at that moment that my headache flared up even worse, and I decided that the Harry coming up from behind me to check if the one in front of me was still alive could explain the situation. I was going back to bed.
A/N: A bunch of friends and I took one of those "Which Character Are You?" quizzes. We wound up with 4 Harry's, a Bob, a Murphy, and a Michael. Someone pointed it would make a very strange story...
