AN: Okay this chapter is basically just helping create bonds with the characters I brought in. Next chapter will be more about Myka and Helena and then Mo and H.G. and that whole other side story :) enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. I obviously own nothing but my OCs btw!

Myka and Pete entered Artie's office with Mo and Peeta trailing behind them. They spotted a boy who appeared about Claudia's age with the same flame red hair color sitting at the table beside the file docks. The right side of his head was buzzed down while the left was tied into a bun with a feather poking through to keep it tied. He smirked at them.

"Sup bitches." He crooned.

"The Claude-mister!" Peeta chortled as he eagerly met the boy who jumped up at gave him a hug before turning and doing the same for Mo. "Is it just us three then?" His expression changed from pleased to worried. When Claude nodded he sighed and rubbed the back of his head in a nervous fashion. "Super."

Myka closed the Farnsworth after Artie clued them in on what was happening on the main floor. "Who is this?" She turned.

"Oh! Myka, Pete, this is Claudestine!" Mo introduced, patting the teen's shoulder in a big sister fashion before one-arming him in a hug. He was a bit short for his age but that just made him more…him.

"Duuuude," the ginger groaned, expression pained. "It's just Claude now, please! Everybody back at the institute called me that, and I hated it. In fact…I hated it before then." He glared at her before looking at the two still slightly confused agents. "Yeah my name is Claudestine, play on words; please call me Claude or any variation of it. Awesome to meet you, super psyched really, but now let's get to work and tell me what we can do to help out your warehouse in this timeline." He rushed.

The two spared each other a wide-eyed stare before looking back at them. "How do you guys feel about group trips?" Pete questioned, grinning.

"Did I mention I have a horrible case of vertigo?" Claude cried as he clung to Mo's back on the second zip-line vest. They flew along after Pete and Myka with Peeta opting to use his belt for himself as touching Claude would have taken much sweeter talking.

"I am so far out of your league play boy."

The three waited patiently with Pete while Myka did her thing with the thimble. Pete watched them curiously as Peeta stood casually just beside the corner with his ankles crossed, leaning against the wall, and Myka fuss over Claude. The teen batted her hands away when she prodded too much but otherwise he seemed to draw comfort from her 'mother goose' routine. It looked like they had gone through it a million times as she checked him over for possibly the third time.

Peeta eventually had to tell her to quit being a mama bear and leave the kid alone which caused them to get into about a five second tiff before Pete waved them to follow.

H.G. ended up cutting the beads from MacPherson and causing him to turn to ashes while she escaped in the slight panic of the agents. After taking a small breath Artie forced them all to re-group.

"We still have to track down both H.G.'s." Artie spoke once he'd been filled in. "If there's no way to send you back to your timeline you may end up getting placed in this warehouse." He nodded to the three sitting at the other side of the table between Myka and Pete. "You're sure he said you can't go back?" When they nodded he huffed. "Why not?"

"Well in different timelines there are different things in the world. The warehouse is a parallel in all of them, obviously, but other than that nothing is ever the same." Claude spoke up. "If the materials he used for the portal only existed in our timeline it'd be impossible to find them here while in another line it'd be an everyday thing. They're all different." He shrugged. "If he really can't gather the materials then…we're here for good."

"We have to find them either way. It doesn't matter if you can go back or not." Artie took a cookie off the tray on the table.

"Do we really have to find them that bad?" Pete's brows furrowed as he swallowed his fifth cookie.

"Of course. We can't just let them run rampant. If one of them could create a portal to jump timelines who knows what they could do with modern technology here."

"Okay papa bear, jeeze. Get H.G. we got it." Pete nodded.

Mo sat forward, she hadn't touched her offered cookies and milk yet – she still smacked Peeta's hand away when he tried to steal one – she had read the files on their H.G. Wells a million times over. "Our H.G. is a mastermind…if this one here is anything like him then we won't find them until an artifact pops up or they want to be found." She left out the clue about the father and daughter she'd connected herself. It'd just be more worry to chalk to the list.

They looked up when Claudia and Leena walked in with an argument in progress. They were both hurting but Claudia's walls had slammed back up and she was as angry as she was when Joshua had vanished. She was on total defense and nothing was going to crack it.

Leena finally threw her hands up and stormed off into the kitchen. Claudia turned to the others. "Worst case of identity theft ever!" She hissed.

"Take a chill pill Clauderina." She looked over at Claude. "Nobody plans for that junk to happen to 'em. You're all crossing wires…tape up the ends man or re-wire." He slumped back into his seat and let Peeta one arm hug him. He seemed to be a very emotional teenager…then again so was Claudia but he was more vocal about situations.

Artie nodded before digging into his bag. "Here, take it and be happy for ten seconds." He handed her something.

Claudia squealed as she stared down at her new Farnsworth. She opened it and admired the sleek tech savvy look that was all her own. "Does this mean I'm an –," Artie cut her off. "No it means we can reach you when we need to, specifically me to make sure you're staying out of trouble."

The teen made a face as she closed it, mumbling that that was much less badass, but she was still happier. She just wanted to feel connected. When the boss left she flashed it to Pete. "Jellin?" She teased.

"So not. Just wanna see it."

"Sure?"

"Not even. Just wanna see it."

"Mmmm nah."

"Just wanna see it."

"Maybe next never."

"Lemme see it."

"You shall have to chase me."

Pete leapt up and charged after her while she squealed and ran off. She dodged a table that he unfortunately slammed right into.

"Grab it!"

"Dude!"

They heard a loud crash. Mo, Claude, and Peeta turned to Myka who shrugged. "This will be interesting." They laughed.

It took just a week for the three new members to get approved. The copies had spent more than a night getting to bond and know each other. That Friday night they sat in the main room on the floor playing board games.

Claudia was in plain cozy looking black pajama pants with a Night of the Living Dead T-shirt on, Claude who sat to her left was wearing a purple tank top with batman shorts, Myka sat across from them in her silky blue PJs with Pete beside her wearing a Terminator thermal and plaid pants. Mo and Peeta were with Leena in the kitchen getting snacks.

"You drop that tray I'll murder you Petey."

"Ugh that may be worse than Peeta."

"Why don't we just call the Pete from here Pete…and we call you Peter?" Claudia suggested with a raised brow.

"I concur." The other teen nodded.

"Dude by the way, love the feathered bun. So native."

The boy crossed his arms and tucked his feet into his knees while sitting straighter and nodding. "How." He spoke in a deep voice. "Is that racist?"

"Maybe a little." Claudia chuckled.

Leena set down the tray a tray of cookies while Peter set down another and a large bowl of popcorn while Mo set down a two-liter of soda and a container of water. Myka eyed her copy's t-shirt. It looked worn, with holes here and there on the hem and neckline; it was a skeletal ribcage with flowers woven through it.

"Mo?"

"Hmm?"

"Who gave you that shirt?" She was curious because she personally would have never bought something like it.

Mo paused in pouring herself a drink, Myka noted her pleasant expression warp into a mute sadness, she handed Myka the glass and nodded when she was thanked. She didn't want to talk about it but she wasn't the type to ignore someone. "My brother Kevin." She answered quietly. "He uh—he was the one who had started calling me Mo actually. He was going through a Stooges phase and since there were three of us and I had the initials for it…it just kinda stuck."

Myka smiled. She'd always wanted a brother. "Older?" Mo nodded. "That's sweet that you have a brother."

"…Had." Mo mumbled. "Peter what kind of soda do you want? No Claude, you don't need any more sweets you're hyper enough."

"Am not!"

Myka accepted the brush off of not wanting to talk about the brother, Kevin, it clearly upset Mo. Pete nudged her shoulder gently to get her attention. 'You okay?' he mouthed. She nodded and smiled when he nudged her again.

It was a conversation for another time.

Claudia eyed Claude as they did inventory the next day – because "The warehouse never sleeps." Artie had grumbled and shooed them off – she wanted to know him better, which was mostly why she'd practically begged to do inventory with him. They were copies…but there were obvious differences (besides the gender) that she was dying to know.

"So-…" she tried casually. "I have a brother." She smiled. He glanced at her with a raised brow before his face split into a smile, making her relax.

"Joshua. Yeah we saved him too. We tried to stay close but…he works a lot." Claude shrugged it off. "I've still got Mo and Peter though."

"That sucks." Claudia hummed.

"No joke." There was a pause. "I was really happy…when I came to work at the warehouse." He finally spoke, so softly Claudia had to strain to here. "My mom died when I was little so I never really knew her…my dad was…distant and always working so I never saw him." He kept his eyes down. "It was hard to care about people I'd never really known, and my brother always tried but I always told him he had his own life to live. So when I came here after getting him back…I felt so much better."

"I had people to care about that cared about me. People that smiled when they saw me not mumble at me when I ask to watch a movie and send me away. This job is hard but my life would suck a million times more if I weren't here. It's home…yeah I'll always miss Joshua and always wonder about my mom…but there was never that connection of real family like I have with Myka and Peter."

Claudia stood there for a moment in silence, processing. "Sounds familiar." She finally spoke. "I'm not great with feelings and stuff but I-…you know we're technically the same person but…not. It'd be pretty radical if we were friends and all and you could yunno…," she floundered for the right words. "Talk to me cause I'm like an awesome listener. I mean look at us," she scoffed with a smirk. "We're clearly two peas in a binary pod."

He looked up. Brown eyes locked and another pregnant pause filled the space between them. Claudia wondered if anything she'd said made sense before he chuckled and shook his head. "We are amazing, huh?"

"Totally." She grinned with relief.

He held out his right hand. "Friends?"

She swatted his hand away. "Besties!" She sung.

"Radical!" They strummed an imaginary guitar together before bursting into laughter.

It was finally getting easier to tell the four copies apart.

Mo, while almost a complete carbon copy of Myka (which technically she was), had a watercolor tattoo of a small black bird on a lone branch on the inside of her right wrist and she wore a set of blue prayer beads around the other.

Peter, had a lighter shade of hair than Pete and a scar that ran across his throat like someone had tried to cut his head off, but in every other aspect they were just alike. They'd sit at the table during breakfast and try to see who could stuff more of what in their mouths until Myka or Mo told them to knock it off before they choke.

Myka and Mo had bonded but Myka was still nervous to bring up Mo's brother again. Sometimes when it'd rain and they couldn't sleep they'd make tea and sit in the window seat with a book and read silently. Or sometimes they'd talk about their lives and the differences and similarities. It was like they'd found a long-lost twin. Myka took comfort in Mo's calming presence and Mo took the same from Myka's strong confidence.

Leena found them all amusing and took Claude with her for shopping because, as Pete said "He's a strong young lad!" and it'd help give him structure in this world, she let him help her with cooking and he would help her keep the Pete's away from the sweets she made. His aura was almost cloudy, much like Claudia's sometimes, but when Mo came around he seemed to perk up a bit. She asked him about it once.

"Myka is…she's kinda like a mom to me. When I got here she took me under her wing and trusted me when nobody did. Nobody has been that good to me. I think she sees me as a son too sometimes or at least a little brother. I'm not just some delinquent to her." She later found he had slight abandonment issues because of his lack of family and any friends from school usually ended up moving away after a few years. "I wanna be strong like her when I really grow up."

Myka found she had just as soft a spot for Claude and Peter as she did for Pete, Claudia, and Leena. The three of them and were quickly worming their way into the deepest part of her heart. Especially Claude, he was a little sweetheart and he'd told her more than once he really liked that she was kinda like Mo.

Pete thought it was insane at first but the more he got to know them…the more he wondered if he could keep living the same if they weren't here…he thought it'd be like if any of his girls suddenly vanished…he'd never say it so girly but he'd be heartbroken. That and Peter was pretty radical for a twin.

Myka bid the others goodnight as she stood and headed upstairs to her room. It'd been a stressful mission with Pete and Peter and she just wanted to sleep. She closed her door and shrugged off her jacket.

It wasn't until she had sat on the edge of the bed she noticed her window open with a small bottle sitting just inside. She spied a piece of paper in it as she stood carefully and picked it up. Brown eyes darted about her room and her gears turned…there was nobody here.

She pulled open the top and removed the small note after about a minute of prying…

Scrawled in elegant script across the bottom read,

-See you soon, darling.

H