A/N: This one was a prompt fill from 'tie-me-to-the-greater-things' on Tumblr. Thank you so much for your kind words about my Punky Monkey fics, they mean the world to me! Hope you enjoy this quick one shot!

"So.. that's.. Tony," Sarah said uncertainly, weariness creeping into her words. Just how bloody more were there going to be?

"Yes, and it appears he had absolutely no idea that he was a clone," Felix replied as he shut the door to his loft after the newest version of his sister walked out.

"He took it well though," she remarked, readily accepting the liquor that Felix handed her, tossing a large portion back swiftly. It felt good just to sit, drink and breathe in the middle of all the constant shit, even if it was just for a few minutes.

"It's because he's already had to do that, being trans and all," he said, eyeing his sister's tired expression, his gaze lingering on her lips as Tony's rough voice drifted through his head. Sister kisser.

"Yeah," she shrugged, throwing back the last of her alcohol, "Yeah I guess that would make sense. It's just, another bloody thing to keep- what?" she started, holding out the empty glass for more, only to notice her brother's vacant expression.

Caught, he snapped his jaw shut and tried very hard to shut down the images in his head. Tony had the same body as his sister, at least originally, but something about seeing his exposed thighs as he shot up his testosterone... well, that made more than just his heart race.

"Fee? There somethin' wrong?" she asked once again, filling up the glass herself as she waited for his response.

"He... uh, well," he stammered, his quick tongue failing him for once. Failing him mostly due to the fact that that tongue was, essentially, almost shoved down his sister's throat. "I know how Paul feels now, is all."

"Wha?"

"I, um, well... he's been in a.. close relationship with you and has.. experienced, ah, physical intimacy with you and-" he tried desperately to explain in a way that wouldn't make it seem too creepy or disgusting.

"Wait, stop right there. You tryin' to tell me that you... kissed me?" she questioned in outward disbelief, blowing out an amused breath of air. Can't really blame him though.

"Well, your face, yes. But Sarah," he continued quickly, putting up placating hands, "I swear, it was the weirdest thing I've ever done and I'm in not in any way attracted to him 'cause that would be like, being attracted to you, which is weird 'cause we're siblings and-"

"Fee, jus'... shut up for a bloody minute would yah?" she sighed heavily, putting up her own hand. "There's somethin' I should tell you then, jus' so you're not the only one in that boat."

His jaw, which had been previously clamped shut at his sister's command, opened slowly, a careful question poised on his lips. "And.. which boat is that, exactly?"

"Kissing a face that looks like mine," she admitted, unable to stop the smirk from unfurling on her face at her brother's expression as she set down her empty cup. "What? You're the one who told me that Cos was more attractive than me, yeah?"

"I did, but-" he gaped, trying to reign in his shock, "I didn't expect-"

"He was right about one thing though," she rolled her eyes at him, her grin broadening, "Tony. It's true, we are hot. But Cosima? With her brilliance and the dreads and, god, those bloody lab coats? It's no wonder that she's the hot one out of all of us," she finished, adding one last thing as she stood to leave. "And Fee? You should find out if Tony's as good with his hands as she is." Across the loft she turned, and noted his expression, which was nearly appalled. She laughed, and gave him one last cheeky wave before shutting the door. Let's see him try to top that.