So, this is what happens when a 23 year old stays up late after working all day...I don't really know where it came from, but it's funny in my opinion. It is not meant to be taken seriously and I am well aware of how bad it is. :D I do not own Narnia or Newsies. anyway, I'm off to bed, I hope you enjoy. P.S. Angel, Erin, Leighanna, Zoey and Cora do belong to me.

Deep in the dark recesses of the flash drive, dwell twelve people. Twelve different entities from two different worlds, they are as follows:

Spot Conlon (The Tough Guy)

Jack Kelly (The Leader)

Kid Blink (The Loyal Best Friend)

Angel Conlon-Kelly (The girlfriend-turned-wife)

Erin Conlon (The Sister)

Leighanna Goldberg (The Rebel)

Peter Pevensie (The High King)

Susan Pevensie (The Gentle Queen)

Edmund Pevensie (The Just King)

Lucy Pevensie (The Valiant Queen)

Zoey Lancewood-Pevensie (The Heroine)

Cora Granger (The Pirate)

The air was cold and damp in that tiny flash drive, the twelve sat in contemplative silence each doing their best not to make a sound, since it only brought about dire consequences. Zoey snuggled as close to Peter and the others from Narnia as she could. Something about those awful Newsies made her skin crawl. Cora found them fascinating, Lucy just wanted to play with them and Susan…well Susan kept stealing glances at the short one. Likewise, Erin didn't trust these finely dressed strangers any further than she could throw them. They acted too much like the bulls, and bulls were hated in 1899 New York City. The dark headed girl kept glancing at her brother, though Erin let her know by a growl from the back of her throat that the glances were noticed and not appreciated.

"Argh, how long does she expect us to sit here in this dark?" Cora asked letting out an agonized sigh. As a pirate she could only go so long without the sea. The "She" in question was none other than their authoress who had briefly had to be a grown up and take care of business.

"At least you haven't been beaten within an inch of your life at least once per chapter," the brown haired boy from the Newsies side commented in a thick New York accent.

"It was less than that, Jack dear. It couldn't have been more than every other chapter," quipped the girl, who looked like a modernized version of Zoey, from Jack's side. "And besides, I think I was put through more than you were, emotionally at least."

"Oh, cause of that one chapter with the guy in the parking garage, Angel?" The short one asked noticing at last Susan's glances.

"And when she had us break up and get back together only to have everyone attacked in a warehouse," Angel replied pouting ever so slightly.

"That sounds perfectly dreadful!" Zoey gasped.

"It was, that was when she was carefully choreographing the fight scenes…you guys are lucky she doesn't do that to you!"

"No, she just strikes the whole family down with a rare and deadly disease," Peter said rolling his eyes.

"Who are you?" The blonde with an eye patch asked, since no one else from New York had enough guts to ask.

"High King Peter, the Magnificent," Peter replied holding out a hand. The blonde looked from the hand to Peter's face and back.

"You probably could have left off the last bit," Susan told her brother.

"Don't say that, she'll hear you!" Edmund whispered.

"What?" Lucy asked, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly.

"Aye it's a movie quote, make no mistake. It acts as a call to her 'creative flow' as she calls it. Creative flow my eye," Cora spoke up. However, Edmund, having been trapped with Cora for days on board a ship, knew she was about to go off on a tangent and therefore quickly silenced her, thus saving the others from having to hear a page long rant on the evils of "creative flow". Cora, being the independent young woman she was, did not take kindly to Edmund clamping his hand over her mouth and proceeded to let him know with a booted foot planted firmly in his shin.

"OW!" Edmund yelped.

"Oy vey," Leighanna groaned.

"Ya got that right," agreed the short blonde boy.

"Peter, how long has it been since we've been outside?" Lucy asked very innocently.

"Too long Lu, too long," Peter answered. Though no one could see the dark bags under his eyes, the prolonged state of being cramped in a small dark room with your siblings, wife, brothers girlfriend and six strangers was beginning to take its toll on him. Suddenly, a noise sounded from beyond the confining walls of their prison. It was a ringing sound that could only mean one thing; she was back and ready to inflict more torture upon them. They all cowered in fear as they felt the mouse scrolling over their names as she decided whom she wanted to play with today. The Newsies felt relatively safe, it had been quite sometime since she'd felt like using them; however the Narnians were not so lucky. The cursor slowed over Cora and Edmund, she'd been favoring those two lately. With a click they disappeared, but wait, it was coming back. They stared at it in slack jawed wonder, until stopped over Peter. He vanished with a click as well. Zoey, Susan and Lucy clung to each other. The wait until they returned had begun.

Peter, who'd taken the rings in the car, stepped forward. He couldn't place why, but something wasn't right. When he saw the train wobbling, he knew.

"ED RUN!" He tried to call out, but it was too late. The train flew off the track; landing in a shower of sparks and shattered glass.

Cora had been dozing in the rare sunshine when she was awakened by a screech and a colossal bang. Curious as to the source of the noise she stood up outside the car. Smoke was curling into the sky but the train was nowhere to be seen. Something in her gut told her that a horrible thing had just happened.

She ran to the platform only to find carnage everywhere. The train was lying on its side on the platform with shards of broken glass spread about. Scanning the scene, she desperately searched for Edmund or Peter. Perhaps, she thought. Perhaps they were inside. A brief glance at the waiting area proved otherwise. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to look at the bodies that were trapped by the train. It didn't take her long to recognize Peter. He lay motionless, his eyes closed and his life blood oozing from his body.

Suddenly, Peter was back with them. He looked pale and scratched up, but the wounds were healing quickly, as they always did upon exit from a story. Edmund and Cora however were still nowhere to be found.

"Where are they?" Susan asked worried for her brother.

"Alternate Universe," growled Peter. "They're married in England. The train just crashed, Ed should be here soon."

"Oh I hate Alternate Universe stories," Lucy moaned. "How does Cora being a pirate have any weight whatsoever in England?"

"She's not a pirate in England. She's a good English housewife," Peter said rolling his eyes.

Edmund should be near here, Cora thought. But where?

"EDMUND!" She screamed, hoping against all hope that he was alive. She heard a moan off to her left. Looking down, she praised the heavens he was alive.

"Ed!" She cried dropping to her knees beside him. "Thank God you're alive."

"Cora," He wheezed reaching a bloodied hand up to caress her face.

"I thought you were gone!"

"Not yet," he coughed. "Peter?"

Cora shook her head, "He's gone."

"I'm not far behind."

"Don't say that!" Cora cried bitterly. "Please live, I-I was going to tell you tonight, but you're going to be a father."

"Tell them that I would have loved them and that I wish I could have met them."

His breath was becoming increasingly labored.

"No, please don't leave us."

"I know this feeling…the witch…Beruna."

"NO!" Cora cried as Edmund breathed his last.

And presently, Edmund rejoined the others in the flash drive. Wiping his hands off on his torn shirt, he glowered at anyone who dared to laugh at him.

"Sorry Ed," Peter coughed trying to stifle his laughter, which were getting rather giggle-like. "It's just too funny."

"Is it my fault that I'm written into these things?"

A magic tinkling sounded beyond the walls signaling that the story was finished and saved.

"If I ever get my hands on that wench, I'll Keel-haul her!" Cora growled wiping blood and tears from her face. The Newsies looked at the Narnians, trying desperately not to laugh.

"One word out of the lot of ye and I'll keel-haul you as well!" Cora snapped.

"You know we should do something, we hate being put into stories like these," said Angel from a safe distance away.

"Yeah," Spot added. "We should."

"What are we gonna do?" Jack asked sarcastically. "Go on strike?"

The Narnians looked at each other as did The Newsies before letting their common goal sink in. They were going to strike against badly written fiction.

"We can't go on strike," Leighanna said. "We don't have a union."

"If we go on strike then we are a union," Jack told her.

"No, we're just a bunch of angry characters refusing to be used."

"So we make a union!"

"What? The We Won't Put Up With This Crap Anymore Union?" Peter laughed.

"Exactly that," Jack nodded his affirmation.

"Will you think about this for a moment?" asked Susan, who was properly shocked at the happenings in the flash drive.

"We don't have a moment, we gotta do something before she uses us again!" Jack retorted.

"I was just trying to be realistic."

"More like smart aleck," Angel smirked. Susan rolled her eyes at the girl.

"Aight, the choice has gotta be yours! Are we just gonna take what she gives us or are we gonna strike?" Jack asked standing in the middle of the group.

"STRIKE!" was the universal reply.

"Tell us what to do," Blink added afterwards.

"She's gotta respect the rights of all of us!"

"YEAH!"

"Heavenly Princess thinks we're nothing, are we nothing?"

"NO!"

"She thinks she's got us, does she have us?"

"NO!"

"Even though we don't have hats or badges, we're a union just by sayin so! And the web will know! What's it gonna take to stop her pen, are we ready?"

"YEAH!"

"What's it gonna take to stop her writing, can we do it?"

"YEAH!"

"We'll do what we gotta do until we break the plot bunnies! And the web will know! And the computer too, Ms Princess we've got news for you! And the web will hear, what we've got to say; we've been put in plots but no more today! And our ranks will grow, till we kick their rears. Then the web will know that we've been here!"

"You know, that reminds me of a song," Blink piped up once everyone had quieted down.