Truth!  Valour!  Crossover!
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Glovers Glovers everywhere
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Déjà vu
by v_voltaire

Author notes at the bottom of story.

Déjà vu: seen again.  The feeling that something has occurred 
before.

Jamais vu: never seen.  Something familiar that seems totally 
strange.

Presque vu: almost seen.  A moment of clarity in which absolute 
truth is almost seen.

Stone experienced all of these “vu”s in a single day.  The first 
“vu” was déjà vu, and occurred early in the afternoon.  Stone 
was walking down the street looking for a new place to have 
lunch, his usual restaurant being closed for renovations, when 
he noticed a strangely familiar pedestrian walk past him.  Stone 
stopped in his tracks.  Had it been- but why would he simply 
pass him by?  Stone started after the man.  Stone could see that 
the man’s hair was the proper chestnut color.  The skin on the 
back of his hands was of the same dark eastern European coloring 
that seemed pale in direct lighting.  It was most probably the 
Devil.

“Hey!” Stone called after him, rushing forward to stop the man.  
When the man turned around most of Stone’s doubts vanished.  The 
thin nose, the blue eyes; it had to be the Devil.  His hair was 
a little shorter than usual, but Stone assumed that even the 
Devil changed his hairstyle every once in a while.  “Usually 
you’re desperate to get my attention, and now you just walk past 
me,” said Stone.

The man looked confused.  “What?”

“Don’t you have any of your usual clues or torments for me?” 
asked Stone sarcastically.

The man shook his head and glanced down at the ground before 
meeting Stone’s eyes.  “Do I… do I know you?”

Stone laughed, thinking that the Devil was playing a game with 
him.  “What?  You’ve forgotten the past three months already?  
You’re always reminding me of ‘everything we’ve come to mean to 
each other’.”

The man smiled apologetically and said, “I’m sorry, but I 
honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Stone’s confidence wavered.  “Aren’t you the…” he trailed off.

“Aren’t I the what?” asked the man.

“The Devil?” Stone said softly, unsure and almost embarrassed at 
having to ask the question.

The man laughed openly.  Stone had the sudden feeling of jamais 
vu.  The features of this man were identical to those of the 
Devil, but he had never seen the Devil’s face so lit up with 
honest, non-twisted pleasure.  He seemed a totally different 
person.

“I understand now.  You must think that I’m my brother, John,” 
the man said, and laughed some more.

Stone shook his head and started to walk away.  “No, I don’t 
know him.  I’m sorry.  I thought you were someone else.”

“That’s all right,” said the man.  “Have you had lunch yet?” 
called the man at Stone’s back.  Stone turned around.

“No I haven’t.  Why?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me for lunch.  I hate 
eating alone, and since I already look like one of your friends, 
I thought that we could…” he let his voice trail off hopefully.

Stone was open to the idea.  He already liked this friendly 
man.  “Sure.”

The man smiled widely.  “Good!  I know this great little 
restaurant about a block from here.”  He realized that they 
still didn’t know each other’s name.  “I’m James, James 
Jeckyll,” he said, putting out his hand.

“Zeke Stone,” Stone said.  He accepted James’s hand, shook it, 
and the two walked to the restaurant.

“Do you do this often?” Stone asked after a moment’s pause.

“Do I do what often?”

“Invite random strangers to lunch.  Aren’t you afraid about who 
I might turn out to be?”

“No,” said James frankly.  “I don’t usually talk to strangers I 
meet on the street, but since we did talk and you seem like a 
nice, albeit odd, person, I’m going to take that risk.  Now, 
here’s a question for you.”

“Yes?”

“Do you do this often?”

“What?”

“Go up to random people on the street and ask if they’re the 
Devil?” asked James with a grin on his face.

“Not on a regular basis,” Stone said with a smirk.  The two 
laughed together, already friends.  They arrived at the 
restaurant, were promptly seated, and ordered their food.

Before their food arrived there was a small lull in what had 
been a very interesting conversation.  James drew in a deep 
breath as if he were about to say something important.  Stone 
leaned forward expectantly.  James let out his breath, 
apparently deciding not to say anything.  He picked up his water 
glass, set it down again without taking a sip, and took another 
deep breath.  This time he continued with what he was going to 
say.  “Before we eat, I think I ought to tell you something.  I 
think we’re becoming friends, but there’s something about me 
that might… might scare you away.”

“There’s something about me that’s different too,” said Stone 
encouragingly, but let his hand move slowly to where his gun was 
holstered.  James might turn out to be one of the 113, and Stone 
didn’t want to take any chances.  “I bet that mine can beat 
yours,” he said with a smile meant to ease James’s nerves.

James took an even deeper breath and looked Stone directly in 
the eyes.  All of his vulnerability was visible in those two 
deep blue eyes.  “I’m gay… and I have AIDS.”

Stone lowered his eyes.  “You’re right, that is big.  I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” asked James, fearing that Stone meant he was 
sorry he couldn’t be his friend.  In the world there were so 
many homophobics and people scared of contracting HIV just by 
being in close contact with someone with AIDS.  James was always 
so open to people that his emotions could easily be crushed by 
any careless, prejudiced person.

“I’m sorry you have to live with AIDS,” Stone explained.  “It 
must be hard.  I know that some people can be heartless and not 
see past the disease.”

James smiled more easily and leaned back.  “I can deal with it 
for now.  I just wanted you to know.  It’s good to have it out 
in the open.  So what’s your big secret?”  He caught himself.  
“Or don’t you want to talk about it?”

“You probably won’t believe me.”

“Go ahead, try me,” said James.

“Okay,” said Stone, and took a deep breath, the same way James 
had before.  “Fifteen years ago I died and went to hell for 
making a mistake once.  Then, about nine months ago, 113 of the 
vilest souls escaped from hell.  The Devil offered me the chance 
to save my soul in exchange for returning all the damned souls 
to hell.  For some reason the Devil looks a lot like you do.  
That’s why I stopped you on the street today.”

James let out a long breath of air and tried to sort this odd 
information out in his head.  “You’re right,” he said softly.

“You don’t believe me?”

“No.  Your secret did beat mine,” James said, and took a sip of 
water.  

“What I said is true.  You’re the second living person who knows 
what I am.”  Something occurred to Stone.  “You could try for a 
pulse,” Stone said, offering his wrist.  He wasn’t sure why it 
was so important, but he truly wanted James to understand.

James pushed Stone’s wrist away gently.  “I don’t know why, but 
I believe you.”

Their food came then, and the two friends enjoyed one of the 
best lunches either had ever had.  The vegetables were overdone 
and the food was underdone to perfection, their drinks were cold 
and the conversation was lively.

During coffee, James glanced at his watch and excused himself.  
“I have to go meet someone in about ten minutes,” he said, 
quickly standing up.  “I lost all track of time.”  He threw some 
money down on the table and started for the door.  He stopped at 
the entrance and turned around to face Stone.  “Walk with me?  
It’s not far, and unless my doppelganger suddenly gives you some 
instructions I don’t think you have anywhere urgent to be.”

“I’d love to,” said Stone.  He got up quickly, left more than 
enough money to pay for his meal and a generous tip, and the two 
left the restaurant.

“Who are you meeting with?” asked Stone.

“Bryce Cummings.  He’s the head of a television station,” James 
explained.

“What—“ Stone’s voice cut off, for he was distracted by 
something.  A very odd, very familiar man was sitting at one of 
the tables in an open-air restaurant.  His hair was a wild halo 
circling his head, graying in two distinct streaks, but the 
distinct bright blue eyes and thin nose stood out as a beacon.  
He was currently ignoring his meal while talking on a cell 
phone, making elaborate hand gestures.

“Doesn’t that man look familiar to you?” Stone asked James.  

He shook his head affirmatively.  “That’s Dr. Wood… something.  
I saw his picture in the paper a few months ago.  Wayne 
Enterprises gave him a grant to do some research in the jungles 
someplace.  I don’t know why he’s here.”

“No, does he look like someone you know?  I mean, shorten the 
hair and make it all brown, remove the glasses, and subtract ten 
years, and who does he look like?”

The scientist was waving his free arm frantically in the air, 
shouting loud enough to be distinctly heard by Stone and James.  
He overemphasized every word; his anger growing with every 
syllable he spoke.  “How can you shut down my research so soon 
after a breakthrough discovery? …  I came up here so we could 
discuss my funding, not so you could cut it.  You simply do not 
see the implications of my…  ‘Unpredictable!’  ‘Dangerous!’  
Those are fine words to throw around.  What about ‘shortsighted’ 
and ‘afraid’? …  Yes, I am talking about you!”  He paused for a 
few moments.  The heat of his anger turned cold with rage.  He 
said through gritted teeth, “I wish you good health so you will 
live to see the day I make you regret your decision.”  He hung 
up the phone and stormed out of the restaurant without bothering 
to pay for his uneaten meal.

Stone persisted to James, “Are you sure he doesn’t…” but Woodrue 
was gone and James was in a hurry.

Bryce Cummings was waiting outside of his office.  He was 
youthful looking, but the stress of his job seemed to be getting 
to him because his well-rehearsed smile seemed a little strained 
at the corners of his mouth.  He looked like the Devil.  He 
opened the door of a waiting taxi for James.  “Before we start, 
I’d like you to look at…”

Stone pulled James back and whispered in his ear, “Tell me he 
doesn’t look like you.”

“Sure, I guess he looks like me,” James whispered back.  “He’s a 
little younger and his hair is shorter, but basically he looks 
like me.”

“What do you think this all means?”

“Damned if I know,” James said seriously, then realized what he 
had said and cast an apologetic look at Stone.  “I have to go.  
I have your number.  I’ll call you later.  We could have lunch 
together again sometime, okay?”  He wasn’t trying to get rid of 
Stone; he seemed truly sincere about calling him.

Stone nodded.  James waved goodbye and got into the taxi with 
Bryce.  Stone slowly walked away, trying to figure out the 
reasoning behind all of the people who look like the Devil.  It 
couldn’t be pure coincidence.  There had to be some message in 
it, some purpose, some deeper meaning hidden somewhere.

Stone was so lost in thought that he bumped into a man standing 
still on the sidewalk.  He and his companion had stopped to the 
progress of a baseball game on a television in a store window.  
Neither of them bore any resemblance to the Devil, Stone noted 
with relief.  The one he had bumped into was short, had a beer 
gut, and wore glasses.  The other was tall and wore a comb-over 
that made his bald spot more obvious.  He apologized to the man 
he had bumped into and asked the scores.

Before he could answer a special news bulletin came on the 
screen.  A graying anchorman looked seriously into the camera 
for a moment before speaking.  “This is Dick Wagner from RUOK 
news with a special report.  Clamp Enterprises has completed its 
negotiations and has reportedly bought Valco for an undisclosed 
amount of money.  This transaction has made Clamp Enterprises 
the largest company based in the United States of America.  With 
more on-the-scene information, we go to Dotty Evski.  Dotty?”

The view on the screen switched to a very crowded scene filled 
with reporters talking busily into their microphones and news-
writers jotting down notes.  A young, attractive, artificially 
blond woman was speaking to the screen.  “Thank you, Dick.  It 
is reported that the President of Clamp Enterprises will exit 
momentarily.”  

The roar of the crowd behind her increased drastically.  An 
attractive brightly smiling man who, almost predictably, 
resembled the Devil, walked out of the doorway, surrounded by 
two bodyguards.  Reporters swarmed over him with questions.  One 
of the bodyguards leaned into the nearest microphone and said, 
“Mr. Clamp has no comments at this time.”

The three men tried to make their way to the limousine, but Ms. 
Evski placed herself in their way.  “Mr. Clamp, the United 
States thrives on competition.  Do you believe that your growing 
monopoly on the markets would have negative effects on the 
country?”

Clamp, always able to appreciate an attractive woman, cast her 
an even more brilliant smile.  He said into the microphone, 
“Clamp Enterprises is the largest company based in America.  We 
employ hundreds of thousands of Americans.  What is good for 
Clamp Enterprises is good for the country.”  He then made his 
way to the limousine and left the crowd behind.

Ms. Evski looked directly into the camera.  “There you have it.  
Back to you, Dick.”

The screen faded back into the baseball game.  “Clamp 
Enterprises: We Own You,” joked the tall man.  The other laughed 
and the two walked away.

Stone shook his head in disbelief.  There were four Devil look-
alikes he had seen: James, the scientist, Cummings, and now 
Clamp.  What was the meaning in all of this?  Stone simply did 
not know.

Stone was almost to his apartment when he saw someone very 
familiar looking walking down the street.  Judging by the age 
and hair length, Stone was pretty sure he knew who it was.  
“James!”  Stone called out.  He turned around.  “I saw another 
one of you on TV just now,” he announced.

He raised one eyebrow.  “Excuse me?”

Stone suddenly remembered something.  “Shouldn’t you be meeting 
with Bryce Cummings right now?”

He stared blankly back at Stone, growing slightly annoyed.

“James?”

Recognition tinged with irritation spread across the man’s 
face.  “You have the wrong one.  I’m John Jeckyll, not James 
Jeckyll.”

Stone looked slightly embarrassed.  “I’m sorry.  James said he 
had a brother, I just didn’t realize that you two were twins.”  
He extended his hand.  “I’m Zeke Stone, a friend of your 
brother’s.”

John brushed past Stone without taking his hand.  “I’m sorry, 
but I’m in a hurry and right now I have no interest in my 
brother’s love life.”

Stone stared at John’s retreating back and muttered to himself, 
“‘Love life’?”

The rest of the day passed uneventfully until suppertime, when 
Stone journeyed forth from his apartment to again seek out a new 
restaurant.  There were a brief flash of light, a sudden gust of 
wind, and a faint smell of brimstone in the air, and suddenly 
Stone wasn’t walking alone anymore.  The Devil took a deep 
breath of air and let it out with a self-satisfied sigh.  “It’s 
a lovely day for a walk, don’t you agree Mr. Stone?”

“I guess,” Stone muttered.  “I saw something really odd today.”

“What would that be, Mr. Stone?  Some delightful new product of 
the past 15 years?  Or perhaps a remnant from your past?”

“Actually, I think it’s a remnant from your past,” Stone said.

“Oh?” said the Devil, tilting his head to one side pseudo-
endearingly.

Stone’s next words were cut off by someone else.  “Oh my God!” 
cried a woman’s voice.  “Oh.  My.  God!” she repeated again, 
emphasizing every word.  A short, curly haired woman with 
glasses rushed up to the Devil.  “Are you… you must be!  Oh my 
God!”

“Try the other direction,” the Devil smirked, a little thrown 
off balance by this unexpected interference.

“John Glover!” the woman exclaimed.  “I love your work!  You’re 
my favorite actor of all time,” she squeaked, and searched 
through her purse for a pen and a piece of paper.

Stone smirked slightly.  It grew into a full-grown smile, and he 
started to chuckle.  Then he saw the look on the Devil’s face, 
and he burst into full-fledge laughter.  Suddenly, he had the 
sensation of presque vu, and what he saw made him laugh even 
harder.  By the time he had himself under control again the 
Devil had already gotten rid of the woman.

“I get it,” he gasped between bursts of laughter.  “I understand 
why you were God’s favorite before you fell.”

The Devil was rather taken aback.  “What are you talking about?”

Stone just shook his head and said, “Forget it.”  How could he 
explain?  It sounded so stupid, and yet Stone could tell that it 
was the truth.  God has a sense of humor.

***

Character notes:
James/John Jeckyll: Truth!  Valour!  Compassion!
Bryce Cummings: Scrooged
Dr. Jason Woodrue: Batman and Robin
Mr. Clamp: Gremlins 2
John Glover: real life

Personal notes:
There were some inside jokes in the “Clamp” section.  See if you 
can spot all four!  hint: “Valco” is a company I made up as a 
joke once, and now every story I write is a “Valco” production.