Lincoln frowned at the page he just got done with was pushing it close for his deadline again. He wasn't usually a slacker(despite what some of his sisters said), but lately, he hadn't been at the top of his game. Lincoln still loved his job even though it was grueling. His fingers and back often screamed at him to stop due to the pain, and He, unfortunately, listened to them and pushed off his duties. Lincoln wanted to get in the comic book industry since he was a kid and was thankful he could be apart of the process even if it wasn't as glamorous as he pictured. He thought he'd be the next Bill Buck. That by the time the white-haired man was 25 years old. Unfortunately, the plan is taking a bit longer to complete than he thought it would-if it would ever be completed. He was four years past that self-imposed deadline already. He was sure after getting his Arts degree, he would be able to strike it big in the industry; it was all part of the plan.

Lincoln's sisters managed to land an enormous amount of success long before they were his age.

Lori became a pro-golfer. Luna landed a record deal. Lynn got into the WMMA, Leni was a world-renowned fashion designer. Luane managed to get the lead role into a Sitcom on Fox that was going. It's the fourth season and just landed a big movie deal.

Even his younger sisters, with the exception of perhaps Lisa-was doing better than him. Lola was a super-model who managed to get hitched to a millionaire, Lana became a welder who made way more money than he would've guessed, and Lucy's Gothic YA books are massively popular.

It felt like everyone in his family was a winner. So logic should dictate he'd be one t too, right? It was only fair. Even Lisa had her time at success before she went crazy.

Lincoln didn't yet catch his big break.

The Webcomic series he had put out garnered some interest, but not nearly as much as he initially hoped.

And although he's managed to make himself known as a reliable freelancer, he doesn't see him moving beyond that anytime soon.

The pay for someone like him was a little better than minimum wage. He had often drawn commissions for people to help get some extra cash when he was living in his apartment.

The workload was heavy, and the people who gave him his checks allowed him no excuses; if one missed a deadline, they could quickly lose any credence to the reputations they've built up.

The one perk he could say he had in his job in his pajamas because he worked from home.

Lately, he's been slipping. The last time he barely made his deadline,

But this month he pledged to get back on track in his defense he'd also been distracted by the antics of a recent house guest.

A guest who, for the past five minutes, has caused the House to almost rumble with noise.

How was a man to do work when that is going around him? With a mighty sigh, he left his office, realizing the noise wouldn't let up made his way towards the basement. On his way, he saw Clyde in the living room with his arm around Susan-a tall blonde woman who Clyde had been dating for a couple of months.

Puberty had been as kind as Mother Theresa to Clyde. The man was Tall, dark, chiseled features, muscled, and had a deep sexy voice.

"It's alright, baby, just the man's sister having a little fun. How about I take you out to a restaurant? Does that sound good, my sweet little muffin?" Clyde said

The blonde woman put a hand to her head and sighed. "Well, that does sound good."

Clyde smiled and kissed her on the head. "That's my girl, could you just wait outside for me? I just have to talk with my main man here."

The woman smiled and went out the door.

"You really need to talk to Lisa. She's scaring my sweet bunny, and not to mention me with this stuff." Clyde said once the blonde beauty was outside. "She won't blow up the house, will she?" Clyde asked with no small hint of nervousness.

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Probably not."

His friend balked at this. "Probably not, it is definitely not good enough. I'm paying good money to be here, Lincoln. I deserve to be able to get my groove on without having to stop because of Lisa's nonsense. Also, there's the wanting to live thing." Clyde was an excellent tenet. Always paid rent(which was admittedly cheap) on time, and even made dinner most nights. The man had moved back to Royal woods about three years ago. Clyde was pursuing a doctorate online, and he needed a place to live. He could have moved back in with his dads, but he also wanted a degree of independence. Lincoln was renting out space in the House to help pay the bills. There were a couple others he rented out space to. They all left when Lisa came over. Clyde was the only one who stayed.

"Don't you think you're exaggerating just a little?" Lincoln asked, "I mean sure Lisa's experiments have always been loud, but she's never seriously hurt anyone."

Clyde raised an eyebrow. "Well, she's never seriously hurt someone and not fix them."

"Hell, you've been here over plenty of times when she used to live here. I thought you'd got used to her shenanigans."

"I was used to it when it was just a little girl's shenanigans, not a felon's." Clyde pointed out.

"You're still hung up about that? I mean, which one hasn't committed a major crime or two." Lincoln said this in jest.

Clyde's face showed he was not amused.

Lincoln sighed. "Listen, I'll handle it, just be cool."

Clyde shook his head. "That's the same thing you said last time."

"This time, I mean it."

"You said that last time too!"

Lincoln shrugged his shoulders. "That's fair enough."

His friend rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Listen, you're doing a good thing by your letting Lisa bunk down here, but you need to enforce the ground-rules you set."

Lincoln grimaced at the statement. Lincoln had told Lisa to cut down on any experiments that could cause a lot of noise when he was close to the deadline, and he told her exactly what that deadline was.

Clyde held up a finger. "Doctor Lopez, says being generous does not necessitate being exploited."

"I'll talk to Lisa. I'll put my foot down this time."

He held out a fist. "Clincoln Mcloud?"

Clyde sighed but bumped him. "Clincoln Mcloud."

Upon entering the basement, he was greeted to his little sister, hunched down tinkering with a part over a big metal circle. A small bed and drawer were set up in the right corner, and a large computer Lincoln knew Lisa built was on the left. How she able to get the materials even to make these things Lincoln did not know. She did not acknowledge his presence.

"Lisa, could you chill it with the noise? I'm trying to do work." Lincoln asked.

The small woman continued on tinkering. "I'm sorry elder brother, but I am on the cusp of_."

"Doing something that would be the most important thing ever to humanity, and I can't possibly understand your genius and blah, blah, blah scientific mumbo jumbo I can't understand, blah." Lincoln said, "Is that about the jest of what you were going to say?"

The small woman shrugged. "Well, you may have gotten the core substance of what I was going to say down, but when you put it like that, it sounds slightly pretentious." Lisa pouted. "But yes, this really can't wait for Lincoln." with that, she continued on working on whatever contraception she had become fixated on for the week.

The white-haired man groaned. He really wished he had pushed one of his more well off sisters-which basically was everyone except Lily, who was still in college-to take in their science-obsessed sister. But no, they all said he should take her in; Lori, Leni, and Luna pointed out they had kids to worry about and that they feared Lisa would experiment on their kids when they weren' looking; Well Lincoln had a Clyde to worry about. Lola said Lisa freaked her husband out. Lana worried about Lisa would do to her many Lizards, and Lucy lived in Denmark.

They also guilt-tripped him, with the fact his House was all of their's before Mom and dad gave it to him no longer needing it given they were moving to a smaller abode out of state, was it his fault for being their favorite, or at the very least the one they most pitied given most of his sisters were way rich enough to buy their houses while he was and poorer than dirt?

Lincoln didn't think so.

Lincoln's parents agreed with his sisters on this. They said Lisa could benefit from coming home that the old House may be the most comfortable transition for her.

So with everyone pressuring him to do so, Lincoln took in Lisa after she was released from prison for doing some experiments that involved cloning. That is, it of itself wouldn't have been too controversial except for the fact the people being cloned weren't exactly willingly participants.

She wasn't sent away forever because the government was interested in what she made; Lisa also had a lot of leverage on important people; so rather than life she got a year in a high-end minimum-security prison(the kind that rich and important people go to not the rapey murdery kind poor people go to). She would serve the rest of her sentence on probation on house arrest. The civil-suits against Lisa took her for most of her money, so she didn't have the funds for her own place.

She's been working non-stop to discover something that could get her back on top. Lincoln had offered one of the upstairs bedrooms to sleep in. She preferred the basement, given the room it provided for her experiments.

"Listen, Lisa, I have something important to do_." Lincoln began

"You mean drawing lines for books meant for children?" Lisa cut him off with a hint of annoyance in her voice

This time it was Lincoln's turn to pout. "When you put it like that, you make it what I do sound meaningless."

This Lisa turned and gave him a look of profound pity. "Oh, elder brother, any accurate description of your chosen career path would do that."

"In any case, I have to get it done," Lincoln said.

Lisa sighed and got up from her crouching position.

"Lincoln, if you truly desire me to cease my ventures for the day, I will."

Lincoln smiled.

"But, I hope you could assist me in the last key faucet of my experiment, at least."

Lincoln balked at this.

"Lisa, I do have work to do; work(that although may not be world-changing) helps put food on the table."

Lisa shifted her eyes down. "I just thought it'd be a splendid throwback to our youth to where you assisted me in my scientific pursuits." she sighed, "We, unfortunately, are not spending the amount of time together I thought we would."

Lincoln's heart wrenched. His little sister was never exactly a social butterfly, but since her release, she was avoided like Leni avoids spiders by most people who weren't her family. He could see her sister being lonely and genuinely wanting to spend time with her big bro. He could also see this as a blatant attempt to manipulate him into being a human gene pig. Maybe it was both.

"What is it? And please just use five words I actually know."

Lisa smiled. "It is a teleportation machine."

Ok, that did sound something that could be a little bit more important than comic books, but only a little.

"So, what would I have to do exactly?" Lincoln relented. He had to learn to stop being such a softy.

The small woman gave a broad smile. "Lincoln, I assure the part you need to take part in won't be extraneous." she pointed to the circle. "It's a simple matter of walking through the circle and appearing across the street from the House. Nothing more. It'll be over in approximately 60 seconds."

"And it's safe?"

"There is a 99.99999% chance that nothing will go wrong," the woman quickly answered.

Lincoln knew he'd probably regret this. But the pleading look in Lisa's eyes for him to help her was too much. He sighed. He really needs to learn just to say no.

"Ok, I'll do it."

Lisa proceeded to press some keys on her computer; suddenly, the circle showed the street across the House.

Lincoln slowly walked to the portal. "Ye that I walk through the shadow of death I shall fear no evil," he said

Lisa laughed. "No need for the histrionics elder brother. The chance of anything going astray is minuscule."

The last thing Lincoln saw before going through the portal was Lisa smiling at him.

Lincoln woke up feelingly remarkedly well-rested. He stretched out his arms out and let out a yawn.

He looked outside and realized it was starting to get dark out. Great, he wasted an entire day.

Lisa must've somehow dragged him in and put him to bed. She probably got one of the neighbors to fetch him. He didn't know if he should feel thankful or peeved that she didn't call an ambulance. Those things could be expensive, way more expensive than his current budget would allow.

And if he misses his deadline this month, he'd be tempted to blame Lisa.

But ultimately, he knew 'I was helping my criminal sister with her work.' wouldn't garner him much sympathy when he had a job to do.

To make up for it, he'd probably need to pull an all-nighter and work through the day to make his deadline.

The prospect sounded as appealing as going to hell, though going to hell would probably be less painful on his back and fingers.

But the possibility of yelling at his sister for a good minute sounded pleasant

But first work. Lincoln couldn't afford to waste any more time.

He swiftly got out of bed and went to turn on his bedroom lights.

And found the room to be off in some distinct ways.

The room he was in looked like it was his bedroom, but it was different.

Like his room, it had Ace Savvy memorabilia. The posters on his wall were definitely to his liking-Vintage Ace Savvy posters-but a few more than the ones he had. Sure the signs were ones he would love to have, but they weren't his.

There were also mint conditioned Ace Savvy comics and actions figures framed on the wall; from what Lincoln could see, they were scarce issues(the type that collectors like Lincoln would sell their soul for).

But perhaps the most significant indicator that this wasn't his room was the fact a brown-haired woman was sleeping in the bed he just got out of. The woman was turned away from him and appeared to be still sleeping, totally unaware of Lincoln's presence. She wasn't wearing anything. And had her head pressed against a pillow.

Lincoln was not in his room. He was not in his House. Lisa must've somehow transported him to someone else's home.

He was a middle-aged man, in his pajamas, in a stranger's bedroom. A stranger who happens to be a naked woman or girl.

Suddenly his heart started beating rapidly, and he began to sweat.

It took every fiber of his being not to immediately start screaming. This is the type of scenario that could only mean trouble for him. If the person sleeping in the bed wakes up, he may go to jail, or prison, or even die if she starts screaming someone with a gun comes-

Lincoln shook his head. He couldn't panic. Not now.

He was called the man with a plan for a reason, after all. Well, he called himself the man with an idea for a reason.

The plan here was simple; move slowly and steadily like Ace Savvy would if he was found in an enemy's lair. Essentially become a master of stealth.

Then he could throw up and faint from the stress of the situation once he got outside.

Once he got home, there'd be hell to pay. He didn't care if he'd miss his deadline. Lisa needed a tongue lashing.

He put his hand the doorknob and began to make his escape hoping he didn't get shot on the way. He discretely began to turn the knob. His plan would work; all he had to be calm and slow; he believed this until he heard the ringing of an Alarm.

He then decided to yank the door open and run like hell before someone saw him.

This plan proved to be a failure when he immediately saw a young girl who was waiting outside. He then did the only thing he could think of and punched her in the face.

He recognized he was now guilty of breaking and entering as well as assault.

This was even more incentive for him to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"What the heck Dad?" the girl moaned.

The white hared drawer was instinctively about to apologize to the person he ran into before he heard the woman who was just sleeping get out of bed. He would give a couple bucks to a charity to make up for his actions.

He ran, and he managed to make it living room he realized something; this was his House. It had to be since this was literally his living room. He was so confused.

"Stinkoln!" Lincoln froze. Only one person called him 'Stinkoln.'

He turned his head and saw said person rushing at him stark naked

"Lynn?" was all he was able to say before his older sister grabbed him by his neck and pushed him against a wall.

This wasn't the first time he's been choked by naked woman-he once had a girlfriend that liked to get rough during sex. Though those encounters were a lot less painful and awkward than what was Lynn doing to him.

"You put your hands on my girl," she growled. Lincoln could not think of a time where the woman sounded angrier.

Lincoln assumed Lacy that was the person he had punched.

He did feel bad about that. But what guilt he had for that act was overshadowed by the pain of being choked by Lynn.

"Lynn...can't...breath." Lincoln managed to croak out to his sister.

His sister, although being a small woman, was immensely strong.

"Mom, you're going to hurt him." a small girl with a bloody nose who looked remarkedly like Lynn yelled at her.

If things couldn't get weirder, even more kids started to appear at the stairs case. Many girls who looked like his sisters, along with two young boys, one of the girls who looked exactly like a teenage Luna, shielded the boys' eyes presumably to protect hem from the graphic display. One of the girls had white hair like his.

The Luna-look alike interceded was the first his behalf. But in a way, that was really odd.

"Aunt Lynn, if you're angry with Dad, there must be a more rational way to express your anger. Also, please, for the love of God, put some clothes on!"

This prompted other kids to call out Lynn to stop.

Except for that one white-haired girl who yelled at Lynn to finish him. Lincoln did not like that girl.

Lynn didn't let go for a few more seconds before relaxing her grip on her little brother.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" She asked, fury still laced in her tone.

"I was helping Lisa with an experiment, and I woke up here, and-and I just really don't know what's going on." Lincoln rushed out, hoping that he was making even an ounce of sense.

Lynn's gaze softened slightly.

"I keep telling you to stop humoring the runt." she sighed in frustration, finally letting him go. Much to the relief of everyone but the white-haired girl who pouted.

"Why are you in my house?" Lincoln was trying to make sense of what was going on. He pointed one hand to the girl with the bloody nose and the other to the kids who came at the sound of the commotion. "Who the hell are these kids? Why are they calling me, dad? Why are you naked?"

Lynn and the children looked at him as if he had gone crazy.

Maybe he did.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell did four eyes do to you," she asked him all traces of anger had drained from her face. She looked scared. Almost as scared as he felt.

"Mom, is Dad going to be ok?" the girl who Lincoln presumed to be Lacy asked. Did she just call him dad?

Lynn turned to the girl. "Yeah, your dad's going to fine. I'll take him to Lisa_."

"Why are these kids calling me dad?" Lincoln asked.

Lynn nodded. "Yeah, they're your kids."

"I don't have kids. I mean, I just can't. I've always used a condom." he pointed to the girl who looked like Luna.

"And some of these kids are too old even to be my kids. Anyone could see that!" he then pointed to Lacy

"And she just called you mom."

"Yeah, Lacy's my kid."

"B-but that doesn't make any sense." he put his hands to his head and groaned.

Without warning, Lynn kissed him on the mouth.

He was stunned. He didn't do anything for a moment. Then upon realizing what was happening to him, he jerked back.

"What the fuck Lynn?" Lincoln shouted.

Lynn shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know I thought it'd jog your memory. I saw it in a dumb movie once where someone's true love kissing them brought back their memories."

"Wouldn't that only work if it was my mother?" a girl with pig-tails asked.

Lynn suddenly scowled at him. "You better not start remembering shit if one of them kisses you."

Lincoln was so confused.

"One of who?" he asked.

"One of our sisters," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lincoln's mind gave up trying to rationalize anything. He fainted, the last thing he heard was that Lacy girl shouting "Dad!"

"This is not Lincoln." Lisa declared.

Lynn just stared at her sister. "Yeah, it is. Unless Lincoln has some evil secret twin, I don't see who the hell that could be, but the biggest dork I know." she grabbed the collar of her sister's sister and brought her close to her face. Lynn pointed to their white-haired brother, who was splayed out on a table in Lisa's laboratory being gently patted by something that looked like a baby. Lynn in contrast to the rest of her sisters told Lincoln to stay away from Lisa after she got out of prison a year ago after being found to have literally dabbled in making some new form of chemical weapons. Lisa was dangerous. And she made that little abomination she called Lulu. Where Lynn's and her sisters' children were products of love Lisa's thing was a product of Lisa's curiosity-the thing was made created in a test-tube, and nobody, including Lincoln, knew anything about it until she came to him before her imprisonment to offload it on Lincoln. The nerd had even brought manuals for him to read in how to deal with the monster.

Lincoln took in Lulu and treated the thing with total adoration. Rather than being disgusted with the thing's bizarre abilities, he was enamored with them-he often remarked to his sisters that he felt he was raising some great superhero. The thing was on the table with the only man Lynn loved. If Lynn didn't know what type of monster Lulu was, Lynn would almost think the thing was concerned for Lincoln; but Lynn knew better, that thing wasn't human. If one wanted to piss themselves quickly, all they had to do was take that dumb pacifier from it's mouth.

Lincoln took Lisa in too after her release; the small woman was the only sister who had actually lived with their brother full time and had set up a lab and room in the House's basement. The rest of them lived in their own apartments and took turns visiting the House; there was simply no room for all of them to live in the house comfortably. The kids lived with their father. It was decided years ago that the kids should be together.

Lynn considered waking Lincoln up, but he was acting so erratically she thought, bringing him unconscious to Lisa would be less difficult. She told Lyra to help get Lacy cleaned up and keep the younger kids and Loan calm.

She had never seen Lincoln so panicked.

So frightened of Lynn, or of his own children.

The fact that he was actually hurt Lacy in any way was still hard to believe.

A couple hours later, the white-haired man still hadn't woken up as their genius sister did tests on him to see what was wrong.

Instead of a real answer on what was wrong with Lincoln, Lynn was being made fun of by Lisa.

"If you don't fix his head, I'll break yours." Lynn hissed.

Lisa did not show a whiff of fear at Lynn's threat.

Lulu watching the exchange, let out a growl that sounded more like a savage beast than a small baby. Lynn knew the thing would not hesitate to attack her on Lisa's behalf. Lynn couldn't care less.

"You needn't offer threats, dear sister. My adoration of our brother is to the same level of intensity as you. I desire to see him well just as much as you." Lynn severly doubted that. Yet did not interupt as Lisa continued. "Though I do apologize for my particular wording. The man you are looking at is Lincoln Loud, but he, not our dear brother and lover."

Lisa yanked her body from Lynn grasp and walked over to the white-haired man, her monster literally jumped over its creator's head and latched on Lisa's back.

"I have not done any experiment involving Lincoln since Lulu. I've tested him for drugs, neurological damage, and anything else that could explain his sudden loss of memory. I came up with nothing. When none of these tests came up with anything substantively wrong with the man, I did them all again. I was stumped. I became frustrated at my seeming inability to help the man I loved. Until I noticed something. Something fairly obvious in hindsight."

She lifted up their brother's hand and turned his palm toward's Lynn

"Notice anything missing?"

Lynn's simply shrugged her shoulders, not seeing the point.

Lisa sighed and pinched her nose. "His pencil scar is missing."

Oh.

Now Lynn remembered. Lincoln had once got stabbed himself in hand by a pencil in college off of some drunken bet. It left a permanent black mark. He once was bragged about it to Lynn as if it made him look badass. Lynn remembered laughing her ass off about it.

Lisa continued, "Such scarring is permanent. They do not simply disappear. Then I tested Lincoln for other possible unexplainable discrepancies. Given that I gave him a physical and dentist checkup approximately seven days ago, I should be able to gleam such."

Lisa turned her head to Lincoln. "This Lincoln has two cavities. The Lincoln I saw last week had none. This Lincoln, with all variables accounted for, is seven pounds heavier than the Lincoln I saw last week. There are Other things simply could not have changed that much during these last couple of days. I ran a quick DNA test to see if this was indeed was the same person as our brother. Genetically speaking, he is. But then I tested his cosmic signature-the signature each living thing in this universe has-and found him to have a different signature from the Lincoln we've grown so fond of."

Lisa pointed to the white-haired man. "This Lincoln is from another universe."

A/N

Minor edit: Meant to say WMMA rather than NBA