A/N - After random MSN conversations, this fic leapt into my head, with a little help from Oliver's appearance on Children In Need (which, I might add, was fantastic). It's short, but I thought the Sid and Mot fans out there might like to know how they met! Reviews make writers happy people... hint hint.

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"I'm tellin' you Brit, I heard something!" Sid whispered, tugging on the large mans hand. Brit merely shook his head, not moving an inch.

"And for all you know it's the cops" Sid rolled her eyes, still pulling on his hand.

"They might be stupid pigs, but they're stupid stealthy pigs" the fifteen year old insisted, dropping Brit's hand with an annoyed grunt. "They wouldn't walk around sneezin' an' all that". Brit sighed, rubbing his head, and pushed Sid ahead of him to lead the way.

"You're gonna be the death of me one day, y'know?"

"Nah" Sid looked behind her and grinned. "Not even a swarm of SP could bring you down" Brit laughed, but soon stopped when he heard someone sniff.

"Oi" He stuck out a hand to grab Sid's arm, but she carried on walking, only to trip over something on the floor, landing flat on her face with a soft 'thud'.

"Ow..." Sid groaned, rolling over to look at what she'd fallen over. "Who'd leave something lying in the middle of the floor? We keep this place all respectable looking, and they go an'-" She paused, noticing that 'what' was actually a 'who', a young girl sitting with her back against a pile of rubbish, rubbing her leg. "Oh"

"Your eyesight's getting worse, kid" Brit shook his head and pulled Sid to her feet, narrowing his eyes slightly at the girl on the floor. "You alright?" She nodded, just staring at them.

"Wha's a clone doin' out here?" Sid asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We were all clones once, Sid"

"True... but I don't remember anyone ever lookin' that... GaGa"

The girl was on her feet in an instant, nose to nose with Sid, glaring.

"Call me a GaGa again and I'll bite your ear off" she all but growled, and Sid raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"I like her..." she grinned and turned to Brit. "Can we keep her?" Brit laughed, scratching the back of his head.

"Only if you'll look after her"

"Of Course. I'll feed her and water her and clothe her like a good little Bohemian" Sid's grin, if possible, got even wider. She didn't even seem to care that she was still face to face with the girl.

"And give her a name" Brit added.

"Oh yeah, a name..." Sid thought for a second, then read some of the writing on Brit's trousers. "Give us a twirl" he turned around, and Sid grabbed his arm to make him stop. "Motley..." She grinned again, turning back to the new girl. "I shall call you Motley Crue"

Consider yourself at home.

Consider yourself one of the family.