Yo yo. Chapter 17 of P&M is being checked over by moi and will be posted tomorrow morning. So I finished this one off tonight :D

Thanks for the reviews for the first chapter - I have had a few suggestions but literally have no idea where I want this fic to go after this chapter, so please give me some ideas!

Liz xxx

Chapter 2

"What the hell." We were standing behind the coffee store, down a dodgy looking alleyway with a distinct smell of garbage. It had seemed like a bad idea to go back into the shop so we'd swiftly moved outside to somewhere where nobody would see us. Hot guy, who I now knew was Sam, had moved instantly to other me's side, looking decidedly embarrassed. Jonathan. That was who I was supposed to have been. But I was him.

"Dude?" I focused again and realised other me was looking in my direction, wanting some sort of explanation.

"What? You think I know what's going on?" I responded, throwing my arms up in the air and looking exasperated. This couldn't be happening. Despite the randomness and the kissing and the almost sex – he couldn't look like me. And he didn't just look like me. We were identical.

"What the hell were you doing with my boyfriend?" I laughed. How did I know he wasn't my boyfriend? I could have been in a coma or something.

"Look. All I know that happened was that this guy-" I pointed my hand towards Sam, who immediately cowered away from my gaze, moving closer to other me. His hand gripped on tightly to his shoulder and for some reason I wanted to throw up. "-just came up to me and started sucking my face off. What was I gonna do?"

"You could have stopped him." Other me replied. I laughed again, not really knowing how else to react.

"Would you have stopped?" I glanced back at Sam again, taking in his form. Even when avoiding my line of sight completely, he was still amazingly hot. I could have got hard again just from staring.

"I ought to punch your lights out…" Suddenly other me rolled up his sleeves, taking a menacing step towards me and I realised what was happening. I was about to put my fists up – making as much of a defence as I could – when out of nowhere Sam jumped in.

"Jonathan!" For a second both of us looked up. I realised my mistake and blushed, although to be honest I had as much of a right to be him as he did.

"Stop! You don't need to do this!"

"Yes I do. This man," it was funny how he talked about himself, "has just come here and pretended to be me-"

"-It's my fault ok? I thought he was you. Blame me." As I watched the two of them share a moment, Sam placing his hand delicately on Jonathan's chest and staring into his eyes with what could only be described as love, I felt a surge of jealousy coarse through me.

"I just saw him with you and-"

"-I know. Is he your brother or something though because…?" The two of them turned back to look at me and I was finally included in the conversation again.

"I don't know. Where are you from?"

"Iowa. Cedar Rapids."

"Why did you come here? Did you come here to find me?" The accusation in his tone made me step back, as if I was about to be started on again.

"No! I swear I just came here for a new life. I didn't even know you existed!" Jonathan took a deep breath, staring at me intently for a few seconds before sighing deeply.

"Then who the fuck are you?" At that point I literally had no idea.

"Sebastian." I replied, more confused than I'd ever been in my life. "Sebastian Smythe."

As we sat in the library I could feel myself getting restless. Sam and Jonathan had cornered a computer and were sitting practically on each other's laps – I was perched on a chair nearby hopelessly looking through old record books and staring at them through the corner of my eye. The jealously wouldn't go away – the way Sam played with his hair and snuggled his nose against the side of his face. I guessed he was trying to be more affectionate to make up for the mistake from before but still. An hour ago that had been me he'd been snuggling. This was pointless. I didn't even know my double's surname as he refused to tell me, as well as any other details about his personal life. I was pretty much looking for myself and some other dude called Jonathan in a family tree. That would be easy. Jonathan suddenly made an exclamation of happiness and I guess he had finally found something.

"Sebastian. Look at this." Standing up and making my way over I made sure to poke my head in between the two men to see the screen – something Sam noted and scowled at.

"It's called the Genome project." He pointed at the title and I noted a rather professional looking logo, complete with the address of a lab in Texas. "Families are chosen based on characteristics and the resilience of parents, the woman is impregnated and the fertilised egg is split in half before re-insertion, creating two identical clones. The two clones are then separated at birth and brought up in different parts of the country. They wanted to see if nature or nurture had the most effect." I stared at the article, having to read it several times before I believed what it said. Clones? I was Jonathan's clone?

"When was it set up?" I asked.

"1986." The year before I was born… It did make sense.

"The twins are given no knowledge of their other sibling." I continued, my voice trailing off from the sheer ridiculousness of it all. "Like they don't even exist… How can this be possible?"

"Surely mother would have told me about this." Jonathan turned to Sam. I immediately had to hide my scoff at the word 'mother'. That certainly wasn't in our genes.

"How do you know she's your real mother?" I replied. "Surely they wouldn't have let one of us have the real one."

"My mother is real!" Jonathan shouted back. Sam placed his hand on his shoulder again, rubbing it gently with his fingers and I felt the sickness grow in my stomach again. "Don't you dare tell me she isn't who I think."

"Well you didn't think you had a brother until about an hour ago." Folding my arms defiantly I cocked my head to the side and Jonathan scowled. I don't know why he was acting like the scorned one. I could have done nicely not knowing he existed either. At least I wouldn't have this longing in my gut every time I looked at Sam. I knew it was stupid to even think about things like that, but Jonathan was my clone. We looked exactly the same. So why would he pick him over me? As if reading my mind the blonde looked over, our eyes meeting for a second and a flash of electricity fizzling through my veins, making me jump. Sam seemed to move too, but then he eyed me with a warning glare and returned to his boyfriend.

"I guess you'd better come home with us Sebastian." Jonathan continued after half a minute or so. He logged off the computer, clutching the print out of the Genome Project page he'd created earlier and getting to his feet, Sam dutifully following. "Mother has some serious explaining to do."