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Chapter 2

When Barny woke up the first thing he saw was Fred staring down at him a worried expression filling his eyes. He thought back to everything he could remember before he blacked out. He remembered fighting with Betty, he remembered falling into what appeared to be another world with Fred, and he remembered meeting the woman who called herself Wilma Rubble. He remembered it all, but he couldn't make sense of any of it. None of it could be real of that he was sure, but yet he thought; it had been so real. It had felt so real. But shaking his still aching head, he knew it couldn't be; it all had to be a dream. It had to be a dream; he hoped it was a dream. He was really beginning to believe that as he sat up finally smiling at Fred. Barny was sure that Betty must have hit him on the bed before kicking him out the night before that was all this was. But as he looked at Fred he didn't understand the look on his face. He had never seen anything like it before.

"I had the strangest dream, Fred. You wouldn't believe it, we were in some other world, and Betty and Wilma were the same person. Isn't that funny," said Barny laughing just slightly expecting Fred to do the same, but his face remained as hard as granite stone. Barny stared at him then beginning to shake his head once again denying any of it was true. In his mind he saw the woman, Wilma Rubble, and shaking his head still he denied it. Fred was just playing on his paranoia; none of this was true; it wasn't possible, not in the slightest. But the fact that her image wouldn't leave his mind didn't help, it only made it worse. The woman from his dream, she had looked so much like Betty, but so much like Wilma. The resemblance was incredible, amazing really, but it couldn't be true. He sat in silence trying to convince himself of that, but the more he thought the more unsure he became. Barny let himself look at Fred again, he needed some reassurance, and he was the only one who could give it. But his face hadn't changed. He wasn't laughing it off as a dream, or a joke. His face was as grayly pale as it had ever been. Fred was scared, Barny could see it in his coal black eyes, and that scared him. Fred didn't get scared. Fred was the strong one.

"Fred was all that real?" whispered Barny receiving no answer except for a silence that seemed to confirm it all by itself.

"Fred, did that really happen?" exclaimed Barny his voice rising.

"Is he alright?" came another voice from the next room once again answering his question. Both their eyes moved in the direction of the voice and at that exact moment she entered the room. The very woman from his dream, the very woman who looked like both of their wives, she entered the room, and Barny felt his heart give out. Barny stared at her as Fred did the same his eyes as wide as saucers. He tried without success to explain it, but there was no way this could be explained. And when that finally took root in his brain Barny couldn't stop himself he screamed. He screamed his lunges out. If it hadn't of been for Fred placing his hand over his mouth, Barny was sure he wouldn't of stopped. He couldn't believe what was happening, what he was seeing he couldn't, he didn't know any other way to respond. More than that, he couldn't understand how Fred could be so calm. They were in some other world with a woman right in front of them who looked like their wives, both of them, at the same time; why wasn't he screaming too? But Fred saw things very differently. He knew screaming would get them nowhere and looking at the woman he saw the look of alarm she wore. He knew he had to calm Barny down because they needed to get answers and they would get none like this.

They both felt the anxiety of the passing events, neither of them knew what to make of what was happening. But as Fred tried to calm Barny down he knew they needed to remain calm until they knew what was happening.

"Is he alright? Do you need me to call someone?" asked Wilma Rubble moving backwards toward the kitchen where the phone was located.

"No, no don't call anyone. Everything's fine, he just hit his head is all, when he fell," exclaimed Fred not wanting to risk meeting anyone else in this place before they knew more. She still looked hesitant as her eyes wondered back and forth between Barny and him. He couldn't blame her for that especially the way Barny was acting. In the moment if Fred told the truth he was afraid of two things. One that if he let go of Barny he would keep screaming and two that if he upset this woman that she might have Wilma's temper. He knew he didn't want to have to deal with either of those things so as she entered another room he quickly turned to Barny. Barny was still freaking out his screaming muffled by his hand. Little sounds were all that was heard, but as he clamped his hand firmly over his face even that was muffled.

"Barn, calm down! Now when I let go you're going to remain quiet. I don't want to hear a peep out of you, do you understand?" whispered Fred watching as for a while he only stared back his chest heaving as he did as he was told. Finally when he was as quiet as he knew he would get Fred uncovered his mouth.

"Fred, where are we!" exclaimed Barny his voice much higher than it needed to be causing Fred to cover his mouth again.

"Barny, would you shut up for a minute. Just shut up and listen to me," snapped Fred not uncovering his friend's mouth this time.

" Hunmm….huhhh," mumbled Barny with his mouth covered trying to free himself from Fred's grasp, but it proved impossible for him. When he finally stopped his struggling, Barny focused completely on Fred; he didn't really have any other choice.

"I don't know what is happening here, Barn. I don't know what Gazoo's got us into, but we know if anything that we have to act normal. We have to act as normal as possible, it won't do us any good to get arrested in a strange place like this. We can't be scaring this woman, we can't let her know that we're not from here, not until we find Gazoo, do you understand that?" explained Fred waiting a long time for Barny to nod his agreement before uncovering his mouth.

The two men looked at each other neither of them saying a word. The events of the day kept repeating in their heads and all they wanted in that moment was to be able to explain it. But as hard as they tried they couldn't. Not by themselves. When Wilma Rubble entered the room again, they almost didn't notice, but her soft clearing of the throat drew them to her. She was what they didn't understand more than anything else. Why did she look like both their wives? They were bewildered by that most of all and they were sure it showed in their eyes when they looked at her. Wilma Rubble, even her name was a mix up of the women they loved. She had Wilma's first name and Betty's last name. But it wasn't just that. For she also had a mix up of both their wives beauty; she was beautiful, so beautiful she made them long for the women she was a hybrid of. Just looking at her made them feel a pang of guilt and deep sadness in their hearts.

The last words they had said to Wilma and Betty had been so mean. They hadn't really meant any of it, but neither of them knew if they knew that. Fred and Barny loved their wives; they hoped they knew that, but what if they didn't. And looking at this woman, Wilma Rubble, a sudden thought entered their minds hurting them even more. If this woman, this mix up of their two loves existed in this world, did that mean their Wilma and Betty didn't. They didn't like the idea of that. They didn't like the idea of a world where they didn't exist.

"Um…fellas, is everything alright now?" whispered Wilma drawing them from their thoughts. It hadn't been lost on her the way they had been staring at her. It had really creeped her out and in that moment all Wilma wanted was to get them out of her house. But it wasn't just the way they looked at her.

For some reason that Wilma didn't understand these two men didn't feel like strangers. They didn't feel like strangers at all, they felt so familiar.

"Yes, we're alright now," smiled Fred and she didn't miss the tears shining in both their eyes.

"Good, I'm glad," smiled Wilma in return feeling a shiver as they both continued to stare unabashedly at her.

"Can I get you two anything, water, juice…I can even call someone for you?" continued Wilma not understanding any of her feelings in that moment. For some reason when they looked at her she felt warmth that seemed to spread throughout her entire body. She had never felt anything like it before.

To Wilma, it was like they couldn't take their eyes off her. And that was exactly the problem. They couldn't take their eyes off of her. She looked so much like their wives it was amazing and as much as they didn't understand it, still they were transfixed by her. To them, it felt like the way they had felt when they first met their wives. For she looked so much like them; she was beautiful just like them. Both men couldn't help, but stare at her searching for bits and pieces of their wives in her. For she had Wilma's flame red hair, but she adorned it with Betty's simple white bow. She had Betty's soul piercing brown chocolate eyes, but deep within them Wilma's fiery attitude couldn't be missed. As Fred looked into them they nearly choked him with their intensity just like Wilma's had done the first time their eyes met.

"Fella's are you alright? You keep staring at me," exclaimed Wilma peering back at them a hint of fear lingering in her brown depths.

"Yes, we're fine. We just…" began Fred before she stopped him with a raised hand looking down at the ground seeming very nervous all of a sudden.

"Um…I'm sorry to be rude, but if your friends alright I'll have to ask you to leave," said Wilma finally their staring still not ceasing. It still warmed her body increasingly, but it was also starting to make her uncomfortable. So uncomfortable that all she wanted was to have them out of her house as soon as possible.

"Please, just leave," continued Wilma when they didn't move. She just didn't know what to make of them and until she did she didn't want them around. But a mere second after she spoke she noticed as their faces fell as they registered what she had said. For some reason she instantly felt bad for hurting them and like everything else she didn't understand why.

"Yeah, sure," sighed Fred standing, pulling Barny along with him to the door.

Barny didn't want to leave and neither did he, but Fred could see it in her eyes. They were scaring her and that was the last thing he wanted to do. So without a word he pushed his friend out the door, they had more important things to do then stare at her. They had to find a way to get home. Home to the real Wilma and the real Betty.

"Fred, what are we doing? We can't just leave," exclaimed Barny following Fred down the block on foot.

"Yes Barn, we have to, for now. This isn't our world; we have to get back home, so that means we have to find Gazoo. He brought us here he can take us back," exclaimed Fred his face red with anger at the mere thought of the little green monster.

"But where do we even begin to look?" said Barny instantly looking back at the house they had just left until it was out of view.

"I don't know, all I know is we have to find him," growled Fred his anger in his eyes now telling Barny to just go along with him.