Fall 2007

Jim, which is the name that he'd been told was his, sits at the kitchen table, surrounded by the chaos of too many children to reliably keep count of. There are two girls, he can pick that out. A small Asian looking blond and a tall Asian looking red head. He also knows Roy and Roy. Hard not to considering that he's supposed to be an aged up version of them. And one or two small, dark haired boys are running round. They're about the same size and age and he hasn't seen them side by side, so there could be two. He thinks that there are two because one is wearing a ratty white tee shirt and the other is wearing a red hoodie. Though he could be wrong and it could be one boy randomly wearing and not wearing a hoodie. And finally there's a red headed boy with a shock a freckles across his nose.

The only reason Jim even knows all of this is that he's been trained to notice shit. He's in a bit of a shocked state, but he still has eyes thank you very much.

"How are you doing?" The eldest in the house, Wallace West, is a forty year old red head who doesn't seem bothered by all the mess and confusion in his house. Not that he'd seemed particularly bothered by finding out that his son had been cloned twice and that one of them was a twenty year old man.

"Uhm." Jim doesn't know what to say. He's just found out that his entire life is a fucking lie. And he apparently has twin young brothers. Mostly because Roy and West decided that the clones would be considered brothers.

His name isn't even Jim. What the hell.

West reaches out and lays a hand over his, "I know that this is difficult..."

"Oh," Jim scoffs, "So you've been cloned before and found out you aren't your own person?"

"Well," West shrugs, "No, but this has happened before." Suddenly there is silence in the kitchen and then a mad rush by all the children to find seats. Jim is wary about this. Why exactly are the kids so interested in this moment? They'd been perfectly happy doing their own thing until now.

"What do you mean?"

West leans forward rests his elbows on the table, "See, this is a long, interesting, and sometimes unbelievable story, which is why the kids love hearing it," He waves at the children idly, "But I always tell my family the truth." Jim frowns and waits. He can think of some pretty impossible things - like being a fucking clone - so he doesn't think anything West tells him will surprise him. "I'm from the year 2034."

"Bullshit." The word is out before Jim even thinks about it.

"Watch your language," West gently reprimands him, "And it's true. That's how I knew that Roy was still missing, even though Roy was at home. That's how I knew to find you. In fact, if you need more proof, you could do a DNA test with Wally and me." Jim looks over the children trying to tell which of them is Wally and then the little red head with freckles waves his hand.

"That's me! Don't I grow up awesome?!" He's so excited that he's literally vibrating so fast he's blurry. Jim looks back to West and raises an eyebrow.

In return, West holds up and hand and it starts vibrating just as fast as the kid.

Oh.

Well. That doesn't prove anything, really. "So you both have super speed. That doesn't mean that you're the same person. Or that you come from the future."

"You're right, it doesn't. But you have the lab at Cadmus that you can test our DNA against each other, to start with." West shrugs and brings his hand back down. "Anyway, do you want the rest of the story?"

"Yes!" Seven voices say the word and it's so loud it sounds like one person shouting.

A mild look of 'restrain yourselves' comes from West and all seven kids quiet down, abashed. "Jim? Did you want me to continue?"

Fuck it all. Of course he did. If this was true, he wanted to know everything. "Yeah. Tell me the rest."