Title: Mark II
Disclaimers: VD and its characters are not mine. Though I suspect even LJS wouldn't want to lay claim to this, even if it does contain her characters.
Notes: Not to be taken seriously, because this is me being utterly silly to the point of being cracked. This is a short VD parody and a dig at the ever-annoying long-lost-sibling plot device for VD fics.
Please note that this is not aimed at anyone or a specific fanfic.
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Elena stared between the two of them, unable to believe her eyes. The resemblance was uncanny - it was perfectly obvious to her that this boy could be none other than a Salvatore. She managed to find her voice. "Stefan, you have a twin?"
Stefan opened and shut his mouth a few times, visibly stunned himself. "I suppose I must do... but I'd never even suspected until now."
"Neither had I," Damon commented, suspiciously. "I'm pretty certain I'd have noticed if two of you had popped out."
"But I'm not your twin," Stefan's double informed them calmly. "I am, in fact, your clone."
"A clone!" Elena gasped. "Someone cloned Stefan?"
Damon eyed the double critically. "Something seems... different."
"Yes..." Elena squinted, trying to put her finger on what it was.
"His mouth... it actually looks like he smiles on a regular basis!" Stefan noted, flabbergasted at such an alien concept.
"Yes, that's right," the clone informed them, nodding. "I'm Stefan Mark II. They've made some beneficial modifications to me."
"Such as?" Damon asked with interest. He quite liked the idea of a more cheerful version of his brother.
"I have a special gland inserted that secretes Prozac. It's physically impossible for me to get depressed!" he explained, beaming happily.
Elena looked thoughtfully between the two Stefans, pondering the benefits of upgrading her current model. Mark II seemed to have the benefits of the original, and had the added bonus that she wouldn't be spending a fortune on replacing stained clothing from where Stefan frequently cried on her shoulder.
"They fix that little glitch in the downstairs department?" Elena asked shrewdly.
"Hey! It's not what you've got, it's what you do with it that counts!" Stefan protested.
"Of course," Mark II replied, winking roguishly at her.
"Right, that's me sold," Elena said decisively, linking arms with Mark II and setting off for home to test drive her new Stefan.
Damon gave Stefan a quick, apologetic look before setting off after them. "Sorry, little brother, but I don't think that this version will whine every time I try and snack on a human. See you around!"
Stefan pouted as he watched the dust trail. "Huh, if you don't want me, I'll go and sob on Matt's shoulder," Stefan said, sniffling sadly. "His Boy Scout complex means that he likes being depended on."
And off he slumped into the sunset.
Fin.
Disclaimers: VD and its characters are not mine. Though I suspect even LJS wouldn't want to lay claim to this, even if it does contain her characters.
Notes: Not to be taken seriously, because this is me being utterly silly to the point of being cracked. This is a short VD parody and a dig at the ever-annoying long-lost-sibling plot device for VD fics.
Please note that this is not aimed at anyone or a specific fanfic.
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Elena stared between the two of them, unable to believe her eyes. The resemblance was uncanny - it was perfectly obvious to her that this boy could be none other than a Salvatore. She managed to find her voice. "Stefan, you have a twin?"
Stefan opened and shut his mouth a few times, visibly stunned himself. "I suppose I must do... but I'd never even suspected until now."
"Neither had I," Damon commented, suspiciously. "I'm pretty certain I'd have noticed if two of you had popped out."
"But I'm not your twin," Stefan's double informed them calmly. "I am, in fact, your clone."
"A clone!" Elena gasped. "Someone cloned Stefan?"
Damon eyed the double critically. "Something seems... different."
"Yes..." Elena squinted, trying to put her finger on what it was.
"His mouth... it actually looks like he smiles on a regular basis!" Stefan noted, flabbergasted at such an alien concept.
"Yes, that's right," the clone informed them, nodding. "I'm Stefan Mark II. They've made some beneficial modifications to me."
"Such as?" Damon asked with interest. He quite liked the idea of a more cheerful version of his brother.
"I have a special gland inserted that secretes Prozac. It's physically impossible for me to get depressed!" he explained, beaming happily.
Elena looked thoughtfully between the two Stefans, pondering the benefits of upgrading her current model. Mark II seemed to have the benefits of the original, and had the added bonus that she wouldn't be spending a fortune on replacing stained clothing from where Stefan frequently cried on her shoulder.
"They fix that little glitch in the downstairs department?" Elena asked shrewdly.
"Hey! It's not what you've got, it's what you do with it that counts!" Stefan protested.
"Of course," Mark II replied, winking roguishly at her.
"Right, that's me sold," Elena said decisively, linking arms with Mark II and setting off for home to test drive her new Stefan.
Damon gave Stefan a quick, apologetic look before setting off after them. "Sorry, little brother, but I don't think that this version will whine every time I try and snack on a human. See you around!"
Stefan pouted as he watched the dust trail. "Huh, if you don't want me, I'll go and sob on Matt's shoulder," Stefan said, sniffling sadly. "His Boy Scout complex means that he likes being depended on."
And off he slumped into the sunset.
Fin.