• 1-Believe Half of What You See...
• 2-A Hint of Things to Come
• 3-This Segment's Premise Becomes More Clear
• 4-Fan Fiction Fan's Dream Come True
• 5-Space Escape Through Something We All Dread
• 6-An Open Smile on a Friendly Shore... Usually Means You're About To Get Jumped
• 7-Cold Hands, Warm... uh, No I Can't Say That Other Anatomical Part Here
• 8-'Nother Couple of Close Escapes
• 9-It Had to Happen Sometime--Harry Potter Universe
• 10-Rescued... Sorta
• 11-From An Orgy To A Truly Evil Situation
• 12-Oh, Crap! Trapped in a Multi-Character/Single Actor Movie!

"I just realized something."

They were all flying, Scribe clutched in Cupid's arms while Xander and Quinn dangled from the belt that was attached to the one around her waist. "What's that?" Cupid asked.

"Xander and Quinn are in a perfect position to look up your kilt."

Cupid glanced down, giving her an amused look. "Shall I find an updraft?"

There was a moment's pause, then she heard Xander say, "Coooool."

"Not necessary, Cupe. Quinn, no comment?"

"I'm not really interested in mythical characters," he replied.

"Oh, y Di Did you know that he's a dead ringer for Aragon in Lord of the Rings?"

"What?"

*oof* "Damn, man!" groused Xander. "Watch the fucking elbows. Quit squirming--there is no better view--believe me, I'd've found it. And I don't know why you're so excited. I mean, Aragon was hot, but that Legolas guy..."

"Xander," warned Scribe, "remember to keep the drool factor down. You don't want anything to end up slippery while you're dangling in mid-air."

They drifted down, settling through the open roof of a large marble building. Quinn and Xander, dangling, landed first, and Scribe said, "Hey! How come you guys are non-weightless so soon?" She looked down at her own feet, which stayed on the floor, "when I'm just now earthbound again?"

Xander hugged her. "You're incompetent as a witch?" *smack* "Ow. Okay, I take it back--you're a world-class witch." *smack* "Ow! Crap." He looked at Cupid. "Do you have any Pop Tarts? She's in a pissy mood, but a Pop Tart will snap her out of it."

"How dare you indicate that I'm so shallow and easily appeased," snapped Scribe. "It takes two Pop Tarts to bring me out of a funk."

"Strife might have some--he's the junk food junkie in this marriage," Cupid replied.

Quinn blinked. "Marriage? Doesn't that, like, require a woman?"

Cupid stared at him, then looked at Scribe. "What unse dse did you pick him up in?"

She shrugged, then elbowed Quinn, hissing, "Stop it--you're embarrassing me."

Cupid raised his voice, calling, "Honey, I'm home!"

Strife came into the room. He grinned insanely. "I see ya remembahed ta stop an' pick up what I asked fah." He gave Cupid a kiss, and squeezed his butt. "Yer so thoughtful."

"So you'll take off the chastity belt now?"

"I promised, din't I?" Strife twiddled his fingers, and sparks whiffed up from his waistband.

"Wait a minute," said Xander darkly. "Did you cut him off till he brought you nooky?"

"Yah."

"I have to remember that to deal with Scribe."

She snorted. "Right. First, you'd never be able to hold out. Second, hello? I can get all the sex I want... er, more than I want. All I have to do is stand still and breathe."

"Actually," said Strife, "If that Dennis Skinner guy who looks like Joxer was around, even tha breathin part could be optional." He started stalking toward Scribe, smiling. "Me--I like 'em squirmin."

"WHOOP!" Scribe bolted, with Strife right after her, cackling madly.

Cupid smiled at Xander and Quinn. "So, what do you two suggest we do while we're waiting for them?"

Quinn and Xander exchanged looks.

A few minutes later Scribe came sneaking back, giggling. "Hey, guys. He forgot about the living water plants in Hera's goldfish pond, and I pushed him in. He's got greenery from neck to knees, and goldfish down his pants. Actually, I think he likes that last part, but I'd still better disappear, so if you two are coming..."

*groan* *groan*

"Not yet," panted Xander, "but soon!"

Scribe blinked at the trio that was doing something that looked very athletic on the floor. "Damn, you guys are fast. I wasn't gone ten minutes."

Cupid, voice muffled (not surprising, considering where he had his face) said, "Hello? Love God here. Rapid passion is my specialty."

Quinn said, "Scribe, you know that I worship and adore you, but would you please stop distracting him?"

"Sorry." Scribe sat on a convenient, near-by sofa. "Damn, if only I had some snacks. And quit reaching for my foot, Cupid. I can see you."

Very damp arms went around her neck from behind. "Well, peeka-fuckin-boo to you, too."

"Eep. Uh, Strife--that was an accident, you know. I was, uh, I ran back here to get help for you."

"Yah? n't n't see no 911 crews runnin ta my rescue."

"Well," Scrpoinpointed to the still vigorous activity on the floor. "Everyone is kind of busy. How the heck did you get loose, anyway? I thought I relieved you of your dagger when you tried to turn this robe into fringe."

"Chewed my way out. It's amazin what ya can do when yer horny an' frustrated. I prob'ly have more green in my teeth than I did tha last time I hadda eat spinach. An' that goldfish ended up in a very interestin place. Luckily there was enough tail showin fah me ta make an extraction, but I'm gonna need a personal hygiene spray ta get ridda tha fishy smell. I owe ya thanks fah givin me that idea, hon. Generations of women will try ta smell like a flowah garden below tha belt."

"Don't mention it."

"I'm still wet, kiddo. Ya got any idea how hard it is ta peel yerself outta wet leatha?"

"You can just think yourself into new clothes, can't you?"

He tittered. "Yer so funny when ya try ta apply logic around here. If ya thought that dunkin was gonna cool me off..." He blew a raspberry. "Fat chance. Plus it qualifies as mischief, an' gave me an energy boost I'm just dyin ta work off." He peeked at the sweating, writhing figures on the floor. "Mind if I join ya, fellas?"

Scribe's eyes lit up. "Foursome! I did that in Medley, and it was..."

"Sure, doll," said Cupid.

Strife lunged into the pile. Since he still had his arms around Scribe, that meant she went, too. She squealed, "Hey! He didn't say you could bring a date!"

Cupid: "Hey, babe, you know the rule of orgies--the more, the merrier!" *grab*

Xander: "Hey! You're in the middle of something here!"

Cupid: *thrust* "Any complaints?"

Xander: "Noooooo."

Quinn: "I hate to point out the obvious, Cupid, but if you're talking, you can't be..."

Cupid: "Sorry, but I have my hands full right now." *squeeze*

Scribe: *squeak*

Cupid: "Don't I, hon? Still, I don't want a guest to be neglected. Strife, would you...?"

Strife: "Like I need ta be encouraged." *glomph*

Quinn: "Whoop! I gotta tell ya, you peoples' party entertainment rocks!"

Scribe: "Will whoever is on my hair please get off it?" *multiple shifting* "Ain't working, people. Someone has to get up."

Strife: *slurp* "I say everyone stays put. She can't run if her hair is pinned down."

Xander: "Sounds logical."

Scribe: "Hey!"

Xander: "I didn't say it was right, I just said it sounded logical."

Scribe: "Nice try. I'm cutting you off."

Xander: "Then I suppose I'd better get what I can now, huh?" *grab* *fondle* *hunch*

Scribe: "Shit! When will I learn not to warn them?"

*lots of rolling around, slurping, thrusting, moaning, grunting... You get the idea. The pile is so tangled that Your Author gets a headache even contemplating trying to sort out what is going on.*

Quinn: *panting* "Ya know, Scribe, you seem to enjoy the hell out of this, once it gets started. Why are you always running away?"

*activity comes to a screeching halt*

Scribe: *she does part of the screeching* "What the hell are you guys doing stopping now?"

Cupid: "Sorry." *rapid activity*

Scribe: *yelp!* "Thank you. Sorry, fellas, but Quinn hasn't been around as long as the rest of y'all. Someone explain things to him."

Strife: "No one talks till tha nookie is ovah, or ya all get a month of tha nastiest surprises I can dream up!"

*more rapid activity* *concerted yelps and squeals*

Strife: "Okay, I'll explain. Quinn, ya gorgeous idiot--two words: plot driven. If she didn't run, tha series woulda stopped aftah tha first chaptah of tha first section, dig?"

Quinn: "Ohhhh. Okay."

Scribe: "Quinn, you're supposed to be a genius at, like, quantum physics, or some such other almost mystical science, right?"

Quinn: "Yes."

Scribe: "You've read the stories?"

Quinn: "Sure."

Scribe: "And you had to have someone explain that to you?"

Quinn: "Uh..."

Scribe: "Beautiful, but thick as a frying pan--cast iron."

Cupid stood up and stretched. Eyes did not actually pop out of skulls, but one or two of the room's occupants could have won a 'Keane Kids'* look-alike contest. "Okay, time for everyone to hit the bathing chamber."

Xander said, "I can wait. You guys go ahead, and I'll sit on Scribe for awhile."

Strife stood up, too. "Look, Cuddles, that wasn't a suggestion. My husband says we bathe--we bathe."

"But I'm not about to risk my neck in some narrow tub or shower becatoo too many people..."

*zap*

Everyone was standing chest deep in steaming water in the middle of a standard sized pool. "Ya were sayin?"

"Never mind. Marco Polo, anyone?"

Scribe looked interested. "Gary Cooper. Gorgeous. I guess you could make an argument for classic movie slash with him and the Basil Rathbone character, but it would have to be pretty strictly non-con, and..."

Xander ducked her. "Will you give it a rest?" She didn't come up again. Xander paddled in the water, as if trying to push it aside. "Oh, damn! I drowned my mommy!"

Quinn blinked, even as he was also peering into the water. "Life guard! Life guard! Xander, Mommy? Isn't that a little more kinky than necessary?"

"So maybe I have some Latino blood!" He dived.

"Oh, that is so much work!" Strife snapped his fingers, and the pool was suddenly empty. The only people in it were the four men.

Quinn looked around wildly. "What? Where is she? She has to be here. How thll cll could she get out of the pool without any of us seeing her?" They all gave him pitying looks. "Oh. Right. Well, where is she now?"