Well this is for your Melissa…it might take a little longer than expected since I finally figured out how I'm going to end this bloody story, then it's off to creating Avatar Fanfiction…YEE! Zuko-kun…wanna know how obsessed I am? For sculpture, I did a life-like bust of him…Malia thinks it's weird too but forgives me because of her Kurama crush…YAY FOR ANIMATED CRUSHES AND COFFEE! Ahem…sorry, I got sidetracked…on to the story!

"Wake up!"

"Mffffghhh…" Annie rolled over in her makeshift bed: a bundle of blankets on a rug in one of the empty rooms, "You said there would be no wake-up call."

"I did," Hugh growled, prodding the girl's stomach with the end of his shoe, "But I just found out something that will make everything right, bring the world to a good balance! Something that could-"

Annie sat up and elbowed Hugh in a very sensitive spot, causing him to fall to the ground in pain, "I'm not moving from this spot until I have a Café con Leche in my hands…VITE!"

Hugh crawled away like an inchworm, growling at the pain in his crotch, 'Café con Leche?' his thoughts went back to his Spanish tutor, 'Coffee with…milk.' "Because this is soooo worth it."

"You're right." The feminine voice rose out of nowhere and Hugh's head tilted skyward to see the source. "Little bro, you should know that absolutely no one likes getting woken up to hear the pleas of a little boy."

"Helen? How'd you get in?"

"Phased through the wall…duh!" She pointed to the kitchen and shifted the cup in her hands, "Now if you really want her to listen, go make some waffles or something while I take Annie some Café con Leche."

Hugh sulked away as his sister strutted to the pile of cranky teen in a blanket, enjoying the thick espresso smell wafting from the cup. "Ah…"

"Coffee?" A muffled voice and a pair of puffy eyes appeared, then a head, and finally a pair of hands whisked away the cup. In two seconds, half the cup was gone and Annie was already sitting up happily, enjoying the aroma of her drink.

"My brother's a bit stupid sometimes, sorry."

"Not your fault." Annie gulped down the dregs and then groaned, "Oh man…I'm starving!"

Helen laughed and ruffled the younger girl's hair, "Well then, time for some breakfast, eh?"

An hour later, Annie sipped down the last of her OJ, staring through the bottom of the glass at Hugh's distorted face. "That's quite an ornate plan…and fragile things tend to break…"

"It's as good as it gets," he growled back.

Annie set down her glass with a sigh, "A little strange tale. Imagine if the scientific world knew that you two were the first clones! You'd be on the news and-"

"Every scientist would want to test our DNA…know who our mother was…figure out that our genes aren't human. No." Helen was the most reserved at the table, Hugh looked exhausted, he had been up all night, and Annie was losing her espresso high, the nervous energy beginning to dissipate.

"Well when you put it that way…" The brunette sighed, "But yes. I'll help you with your plan, though I do have the feeling we'll need someone else…" she stared at the other two with a mischievous grin on her face. Hugh's eyes shot open as he realized who she was implying.

"No. No way. There is absolutely no way in hell that-"

"I'm doing this?"

Annie grinned as she rapped on the door to the small apartment, "Yes, since we now know that you're related…we can resolve this conflict; after all, you are his uncle!"

"I know!"

Helen was sitting on the railing of the porch, even though she had tried to resist her father's training, the hatred that the Masters family felt for the Fentons was legendary, even she was growling about this little excursion.

"It makes me feel really old…" she growled, "I shouldn't be an aunt!"

"Too bad!" Annie growled at the door, no one had answered yet, "Come on you-" she shut her eyes and swung at the door, but instead of a loud THWAP! there was instead a THUNK-DUNK! Cautiously, she opened her eyes. "Man…Hugh! Why didn't you warn me?"

"Because," the boy grinned at his unconscious rival now lying on the floor, "I don't like him."

"Poor kid…c'mon, lets get him inside."

"Jack! Please Jack, wake up!" Annie placed next to the couch where Helen had placed the unconscious boy, "Oh God, what did I do?"

"Don't feel bad," Hugh smirked, "Anyone would have done the same thing if they were in your place!"

"I know, but look at him, he's going to have a bump on his head the size of…er…a wheel of cheese!"

Hugh tried to speak again but instead just dissolved into tears of laughter, he rolled on the floor as Annie continued slapping the face of Jack, making red welts appear.

"O GOD! I'm such a clutz! WATER! Yes…cold water, that's it!"

Helen stared after the exuberant girl, then turned her attention back to the sleeping boy, his face looked so peaceful without any emotions, almost kind of…cute. She turned away, hiding her face from her brother.

At that moment, Annie returned; her hands held the handle of a coking pot filled to the brim with water with ice cubes floating about. "This should do the trick!" She tipped the pot slightly and a small trickle of water dripped onto Jack's face.

"Unnnh," The black-haired boy's eyes opened slightly, which would have been a good thing…had not the entire pot slipped out of Annie's hands and crashed onto his head, knocking the poor boy out with a cold splash.

Hugh continued rolling on the floor, his laughs turning into high-pitched giggles. Helen knocked him on the head, "Hey! Go get a mop you little turd!"

He rolled his eyes at his sister, "Fine," but never saw the blush return to her cheeks before she hid it away again.

YAY! It only took…oh I dunno, a month…I'm lazy as hell(durf), but hopefully, since I know how this is going to turn out now, I'll update more! Dedicated to Ms. Ballenger, for calling Amber a little turd…MOO!