Rain pelted the windows mercilessly as actor and comedian Colin Mochrie sat on his couch, restlessly shifting

Note: This is a sequel to a previous fic: Animorphs Invades Whose Line is it Anyway? So you might want to read that before you go into this. It's a little slow in the beginning but a plot eventually forms. Or not, it isn't terribly huge, you might be a little lost from time to time. Whose Line? is still not mine, and Animorphs too, because KAA might sue. Dude ya, just ignore that crazy fanfic writer…but read this first….

You will love this if you enjoy: Animorphs, WhoseLine?, fanfiction and Linkin Park

Rain pelted the windows mercilessly as actor and comedian Colin Mochrie sat on his couch, shifting uneasily. It had only been a month or so, 71 days, since his encounter with the bizarre. The surreal events still clung to his memory, hanging around like a ghost. It wasn't everyday somebody gets turned into a goat or watches as his friend beats the stuffing out of a fourth dimensional being. He was used to strange things happening on the show, with Drew Carey hosting as usual. That's what Whose Line? was all about. But it wasn't a hilarious goof up or unexpected arrival of a person that Colin shivered in remembering. It was seeing aliens and being aliens, not to mention entertaining them. Being held in their awkward grip.

Colin's hand flew to his head, an action that had become a habit by now. Nope. No hair. He was still bald. He held his breath. Nope. No booming voice, no thought speak either. He sighed and sank further into the couch, his fingers twitching occasionally on the remote.

"You gotta let go of it Colin. It's over, you're being paranoid." He told himself. He was too. Every animal he saw that showed a speck of human in it, he tied to a pole and waited for two hours. He would sit in silence, trying to tune into thought speak. He could morph still, but he didn't dare. Morphing brought back….strange memories. Disturbing memories, however funny they were. He would keep every shudder of laughter inside. He feared that if he ever started laughing, he'd never stop.

"…presenting contestant number one!"

Click.

" But Monica! You can't marry Chandler!"

Click.

" I thought your mom was your dad since she had a penis."

"What! You @!#^#%^@!3!"

Click.

" Why did you call her 99?"

"Because I don't know her real name."

Click.

" Today, President Bush met with dignitaries from Heshalnagbodnaria to discuss…."

Click.

"Crikee! Wasn't he a tough little bugger? Now my wife here will hold him as I show you his big sharp teeth. Oh oopps! Look at how he's pumping that venom right into my fore arm! If I don't free myself, I'll die in about.---Ugh….."

Click.

" Her voice brought fame and fortune but she couldn't escape tragedy…"

Click.

"I'm not dying you idiot! I am drunk!"

Click.

"And now it's time for 'When Rapid Lemurs Attack Part 9"

Click. Geez wasn't there anything on? When their episode aired, the ratings went through the roof! Just about everyone watched it, making it a huge success. But even the porsche in Colin's driveway didn't erase that weird, weird night.

Click.

"Get ready for the network premier of the blockbuster hit….Little Princess!" said the masculine voice on the TV.

"Oh hey! This looks good…" Colin put the remote down and got up. He went into the kitchen and fetched some cottage cheese. He opened the microwave and placed it inside. Fetching the spoon and the cooked cottage cheese ( which Colin ate instead of popcorn for the reason that he is Canadian and Canadians are just strange. I mean, if they're called Canadians, why isn't it called Canadia? Shouldn't they be Canadens or something? Strange huh. And when they get weirded out, we should all be afraid…er…uh… back to the story…) Colin went back to watch TV. He was just getting into the movie and fried cottage cheese when their came a clicking sound.

Click!clickclickclick! Colin stared at his remote, quite befuddled.

Clickclickclickclickclick!

C'mon Colin! Open up! It's like Niagara Falls out here! Colin's eyes widened as he shifted his stare to the raven tapping its beak on his window. Colin slapped himself a few times, trying to bring about reality.

No need to beat yourself up Colin. I'll do that for you once I get in…. the voice grumbled. Colin fell out of his seat and crawled to the window, gaping at the raven. He fumbled with the latch and was met with a spray of wind. A soggy shadow zoomed in and Colin thrust the window shut. After clearing water from his eyes he resumed his stare.

What's wrong with you Colin? It's me! Ryan! Colin was all at once angry and upset. How dare Ryan use the morphing power to contact him? He had a freakin phone didn't he? Didn't he know what that would do to him? And why interrupt when he was middle of Little Princess?

"Why are you here Ryan? And when did you get a raven morph?"

Quote the raven: Bite me. Colin stared at him stonily.

Sorry, it was really wet out there. You know how hard it is to fly out in the rain? Hold a sec while I demorph… The raven ruffled its feathers and closed its eyes, an oddly human thing to do. Suddenly, the raven began to grow larger and larger. As he became cat sized, the wings thinned out and became jointed. The talons began to lengthen, turning tan as they did. Colin knew he should look away, but he couldn't. And he really, really, wanted to. The mutant raven was now the size of a small child. The black feathers flattened and retreated into pink skin. Growing, growing even more. The beak pushed in and became a mouth as the beady, raven eyes became the dull, monotone gaze of Ryan Stiles. The talons were filed down to stubby toes and the last of the raven faded away. Colin found quite suddenly that he needed the window sill to stand.

" So I take it you're still a little freaked?" Ryan said aloud. Colin, tenaciously holding his voice taught replied,

"Oh no, I mean, I just saw a raven turn into my friend. Why should that freak the hell out of me?" Ryan rolled his eyes and motioned for Colin to join him on the couch. Colin walked with stiff legs and sat bolt upright on the couch. Ryan lounged in his embarrassingly tight morph suit. His face began to burn bright red.

"Do you…"

"Yeah just go up to my closet. Third door on the left." Colin said with a hint of besetment. As Ryan trotted upstairs, Colin tried to quell the raging frenzy that was rising inside him. He slapped himself a couple of times. CALM DOWN COLIN….it'll be all right. You need to face reality, that's how you'll get over it….just face it, be a man….As Ryan came down, Colin asked himself when he had bought capris. Oh yeah. Ryan was way taller than him.

" You'd think with all that technology they'd be able to incorporate cloths…" Ryan muttered. There was some silence, then Ryan spoke again.

"Listen, I know it was weird, with the animorphs and all---"

"Biggest understatement there." Colin snorted and folded his arms.

"But you need to face it again Colin. And hey! It wasn't that bad. I mean we're freakin rich now!" Colin stared at him.

"Richer…anyway, and I doubt you ever flew as a bird Colin. It's pretty tight!" Colin cocked an eyebrow.

"What can I say? It's unlocked my inner child."

"Oh great now we have your inner child running loose…." Ryan tapped the armrest.

" Ya know what? I think we need to watch TV."

"We are watching TV."

"No I mean the episode Colin. I bet by the end you'll be laughing."

"As they drag me to the asylum Ryan." He sighed. Colin was putting up a fight.

"Well how about we just watch the regular episodes then? They're re-running right? How does that sound?" Colin gave a begrudging shrug. Ryan snatched up the remote and turned it to ABC. It showed the schedule: Two episodes of Whose Line? and then Who Wants to be a Millionaire?

"There we go. Is that popcorn I smell?"

"No. It's fried cottage cheese. Want some?" Ryan shook his head. Colin was his friend, but befriending a Canadian was just as odd as befriending, let's say an Andalite.

"Got any beer?"

"Yeah, get me one too." Ryan walked to the fridge as Colin bore his eyes into the television screen. A few scenes played showing weird, behind the scenes stuff ( you've seen that right? Like Drew Carry eating whip cream or the guys wearing costumes?). A smile cracked his stern lips. Ryan set the beers down and Colin eased himself into the couch.

"Goooooood Evening and tonight it's Whose Line is it Anyway?! With who's your daddy, Wanye Brady! And don't talk to strangers, Chip Esten! Mommy what's wrong with that Colin Mochrie! And speak of the devil, Ryan Stiles! Come on down and let's have some fun!" Both Ryan and Colin's faces contorted into a slight frown. That intro didn't sound familiar.

"All right. Now tonight it a special, live, hour long episode! So now it's unrehearsed and unedited!" The audience cheered. Colin and Ryan's eyes bulged out.

Briiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Briiiiiiiiiii---- Colin reached for the phone with a shaky hand.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing?!"

"Drinking a beer, watching Whose Line? and getting seriously freaked out."

"Why is it that I am at home and on a live program? I mean! It boggles the mind!" Chip Esten had never been involved with the weird episode. He was actually unaware completely of characters such as Ellimist, or the Animorphs or the race of omniscient beings called the fanfic writers. Drew, Ryan, Wayne, Greg, Brad, Laura, Linda, and he had explained the unearthly events away as 'creative scripting' and 'special effects'. They even went the whole nine yards by putting on a "Making Of" and deleted scenes.

"Yeah I'm here with Ryan. Hold a sec, I've got another call."

"But—!" Colin cut Chip off and pressed the button on his phone.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing?!"

"Wayne? I take it you're watchin the show too."

"Yeah! So it's no practical joke?"

"No Wayne, Ryan and I are just as clue-less."

"You don't think….Ellimist? Or maybe Lenalaye…"

"Who else? If anyone could make us appear in two places, it'd be them."

"Awww man! This sucks!"

"Yeah, hold on, another line. I'll get back to you." Colin clicked another button.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing?!" Colin sighed exasperated.

"Brad I have no idea!"

" I thought the season was over…wait a minute. You're home?"

"Yeah and Ryan's with me. Wayne's at his home and so is Chip Esten."

"Freaky." Yet another light illuminated itself on the phone.

"Hold on, that's probably Drew."

"Hello?"

"What are you doing?!" Colin gripped the phone.

"Drew I think it's Lenalaye again. What did we ever do with her laptop anyway?"

"I dunno, I can't really remember. We left it on the desk…."

"Crap. She probably took it back and disappeared."

"God help us if that brat's doing this."

" Who else would?"

"Ellimist."

"Sorry Drew, someone else is trying to call me."

"Has Greg called?"

"No, better tell him just in case."

"Okay, I'll call you back."

"See ya." Colin pressed the last line on his phone.

"Hello?"

WHAT ARE YOU---

"OH SHUT UP!!!!" Colin screamed into the phone.

SORRY

"Ellimist?"

YEAH JUST CALLING TO SAY….I'M NOT DOING THIS.

"Maybe Crayak picked up a sense of humor."

THE GUY IS SICK, BUT HE'S HARDLY FUNNY. UNLIKE YOURS TRULY….Colin sighed. That guy probably lives in the fourth dimension just to accommodate his ego.

"Lenalaye is my guess."

YEAH. ONLY SHE WOULD BE GEEKY ENOUGH TO DO ANOTHER EPISODE JUST AFTER SHE FINSIHED THE FIRST ONE. SHE SERIOUSLY NEEDS A LIFE.

"Yeah so she doesn't disrupt ours."

MHMMM

"So, aren't you going to stop this?"

WHAT? NO, I HAVE A BUNCH OF THINGS TO DO. THAT LITTLE BASTARD DRODE HAS BEEN ON MY BACK LATELY.

"Well, good luck."

YOU TOO.

Click. All the other lines had hung up. Colin faced Ryan and he was about to say something when,

Briiiiiiiiiiiing! Briiiiiiiing! Briiiiiiing! Colin snatched up the phone and before the caller could say anything he screamed,

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, sorry. Greg?"

"Yeah it's me…uh…I guess this isn't the best time to call you."

"Sorry, it's just…goddamit!"

"If that @%#$% thinks she's gonna explode my head again, she's got another thing coming to her."

"You bet."

"So, what should we do?" Colin stared back at the TV. Ryan looked on earnestly. The show had been paused, temporarily. Colin let the phone slide.

"Ryan? Did the show continue at all while I was talkin?" Ryan stared at him with mouth swung open in disbelief and shook his head.

"Colin? Colin?" Colin dragged the phone back to his ear.

"I think, for now, we should just watch."

"Just….keep on watching?" Greg asked. Colin and Ryan turned their attention back to the TV. All suddenly, the show came back on. Colin was staring at himself. A self that was smiling and joking like he would. Yet it wasn't familiar dialogue. He was at home. He was on live television. He was staring at a self that was existing at the same time as he. A chill ran its icy touch down his spine. Colin swallowed hard and brought the phone back up.

"Yeah Greg….just keep on watching."

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Sorry it's so serious. Just wanted to establish the plotline. ( god, now I know I messed up. I gave an improv show a plotline) Anyway review and tell me what you think. I have a few chpts written after this but I'm open to suggestions. What games would you like to see played? Sorry to anyone who is Canadian or who likes Canada. Review please!!!!