Disclaimer: The characters of Mark Sloan, Steve Sloan, Amanda Bentley, Jesse Travis, Cheryl Banks, and Chief Masters do not belong to me but to CBS, Viacom et al. All songs or portions thereof from the 1939 MGM film of The Wizard of Oz are the property of Turner Entertainment and Warner Brothers. This fanfic is designed primarily as a parody of The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum, as well as the film, although it contains the occasional potshot at various other fairy tales, cartoon characters and other bits and pieces of the absurd. Any resemblance of any characters in this story to any living person is really, truly, totally accidental.
I would like to thank Janine Lewis for providing the original idea for the story (and the Fab Four's alter egos). Janine had originally hoped to participate in the writing, but her studies firmly insisted on right of precedence. Nevertheless, she was able to read at least the first few chapters and giggle along. Janine, I hope you'll have a chance to read and enjoy the rest!
Amanda Bentley relaxed back against the sofa cushions, grateful for the opportunity to kick back and relax while sharing one of her favorite movies with the boys. Although she and C.J. had watched it before, Dion had never seen it, and she was getting a real kick out of watching his reactions. He always tried to be so cool, but the sudden shriveling away of the Wicked Witch's legs, leaving only the ruby slippers, had made him jump anyway. Now he sat, pretending it hadn't startled him, but riveted to the TV just the same.
She took a sip of her iced tea and stretched comfortably. She was soooo tired; it had been a long, hard week, with more bodies than usual. Everyone had been a bit tense; even Mark had been preoccupied, and Steve and Jesse had been downright cranky, bickering about adding new items to the BBQ Bob's menu. Thank goodness for the weekend!
As she listened to the familiar songs and dialogue, her thoughts drifted, and her eyes slowly closed. . .