Small information pertaining to the one-shots:
- Rammstein formed in 1994.
-This takes place during the time of Sehnsucht and Live Aus berlin. Therefore late 96 to 2000.
-Most of the fanfic (generally 95 percent) is just for fun, will be full of inside jokes, and will also be in script form.

-There are going to be many time-skips. So don't be surprised if they hop from a island to a concert in less than 1 chapter.

-Each "part (chapter)" will have a mini theme.

Part 1 : Cooking

[There is a sound of streaming water outside of the bedroom window of the large studio Hotel settled by the Mediterranean and exotic sea of Malta. At first, everything is calm and collected and seems rather comfortable until of course, someone pulls open the blinds]

Lauren: [while buried in a mound of sheets and comforters] what the hell...? [groggily rolls over and presses forehead against bare flesh] Um- [opens eyes] Haleigh?
Richard: mmmmm...[rolls over on top of Lauren, and she yelps in surprise. His eyes snap open] -vat time is it?
Haleigh: [ somewhere on the same bed] I feel like I've been stabbed.
Paul: Agreed.
Lauren: Wait...what...how many people are sharing this bed?
Flake: I'm here.
Lauren: [does a full and panicked body roll off the side of the bed, which therefore has Richards body dangling off the side.] AHG!

Paul: [chuckles and face surfaces somewhere beneath Haleighs feet] This is rather interesting.
Flake: Oh gott! Why did she fall?
Haleigh: You are shit-scary to her , you know that? [feels Paul tickling her feet and she yells stop]
Flake: [confused] -vat? Ich verstehe nicht...
Christoph: ...Rise and shine ? [is seen by the window through groggy vision]

[Lauren is slowly rising from the floor in what appears to be Reesh's button-down and Pauls swim trunks. Her hair is a black and mangled mess on top of her head as well as down her back. Through groggy/ sleep-deprived vision she assesses the situation. Somehow last night at some time, Lauren and Haleigh decided to go to bed?
And Paul Landers, Richard Kruspe, and "Flake" Lorenz managed to snake their way also into this same bed. She saw this as harmless however, knowing well that they are all good and old friends. But how the fuck did she end up wearing, Pauls trunks and Reesh's shirt?]

Christoph: [is looking at wrist watch] It is...12:45 PM?

Haleigh: Are you shitting me?
Paul: ...oh.
Lauren: ...What happened last night?
Christoph: You all got drunk .
Haleigh: Makes sense.

[The sound of someone cracking their back and various other limbs causes Haleigh to wrinkle her nose in disgust. A loud THWUMP! is then heard as Richard rolls off the bed.]

Till: [somewhere in the distance, but most likely in the kitchen.] Ich Brauche essen!
Haleigh: What exactly does that freaking mean? [throws off blankets which pile on top of Paul, and crawls out of bed half-naked]
Christoph: Till is hungry. He insisted that 'the women' provide a meal, and at first decided to wait. But you see his patience is fraying-
Haleigh: [stretches] Oh yeah! Sure. No problem...just uhhh leave it to me and Laur here, to cook.
[Lauren gives Haleigh a "Death glare" while walking to the bathroom to grab her hairbrush. Christoph merely smirks]

Christoph: If you say so. I mean, we could just go and pick up something. Malta has great food. It's just that the kitchen is stuffed with-
Haleigh: [picks up black sundress from floor and pulls it on.] Oh no, no, no! We'll do the cooking. You guys just go out and chill by the pool or something. You guys have a busy day in the studio ahead. We'll cook up something great! [eyes appear to be glittering]
Christoph: [mesmerized] oh, alright.

20 minutes later.

[Lauren peers through the blinds to see all the guys lounging by the pool and watches as Paul and than Ollie do a cannon ball off the diving board. She then turns to face her best friend , her eyes in slits]
Lauren: I hate you.
Haleigh: I know.
Lauren: No, like...this is probably the most I've ever hated you.
Haleigh: ...yeah. [nervous smile]
Lauren: I'm am greatly enraged.
Haleigh: understood.
Lauren: ... YOU CAN'T EVEN COOK.
Haleigh:...I know. [is tying on a cooking apron].
Lauren: Hell, I can barely cook! I can't even toast bread right!
Haleigh: I know...I know... [guilty expression]
Lauren: and you friggin ...hypnotized Schneider! You creep! Your big ol` creepy blue eyes dazzled the shit out of him and now were here to burn down the kitchen. AWESOME.
Haleigh: [super panicked voice] I KNOW! Oh god...
Lauren: ...[it finally clicks. Her eyes go wide] YOU ARE COOKING FOR TILL. [jaw drops]
Haleigh: [begins her rant on how supposedly this information is not true]...No...I'm just being friendly...cause todays going to be a super busy day and they're our friends and it was so nice of them to invite us on this trip to begin with and we've pretty much got nothing better to do...and..- OH MY GOD YES IT'S FOR TILL DON'T JUDGE ME.

Lauren:...you fiend. [rubs temples with tips of fingers] and fuh- I can finally feel that hangover coming on.
Haleigh: [in a high pitch and panicked voice] What the hell are we going to do?
Lauren: Hey, hey, hey you put us into this mess. You and your lust for [dramatic turn of head] Till Lindemann.

Haleigh: Not funny Laur. I'm really freaking out here. [while panicked; is going through drawers and cabinets trying to find things to properly cook with. Haleigh pulls out an odd utensil and scrutinizes it] What the hell is this? A murder weapon?
[Lauren peers through the window again and notices Richard flipping through a magazine on a fold-out chair near the window. Its almost as if there is a light bulb blinking above her head at this point. She silently raps her knuckles against the glass hoping to only get Richards attention, and to her luck he looks up from his reading and spots her peering through the blinds]

Haleigh: What are you doing?
Lauren: improvising. [Lauren beckons Richard inside and presses her index finger to her lips while winking at him. He drops his magazine and nods to me even though its suspicious. He comes through the sliding door]

Richard: Whats going on?
Lauren: okay, so we both can't cook.
Richard: ...So you need my help?
Lauren: Yes, your cooking guru skills will be greatly appreciated. But, we can't have you telling the guys you helped us.

Richard: [confused] umm...why not? [hands on hips] you aren't trying to be a couple of show-offs are you?
Haleigh: Laur... Don't.
Lauren: Haleigh totally wants to bone Till. So we need to make her look good. Ca-peesh?
Haleigh: FUUUUUUU- [slaps hands on face in embarassment]

Richard: [is grinning ear-to-ear in amusement at Haleigh for a moment and then switches his attention back to Lauren to give her a serious nod] Alright, sounds like an important mission. You may have my services. [childish salute]
Lauren: [smiles] Alright! Reeeeesh, thank you soooo much!

Richard: No problem. Now go find the eggs and spices and we will whip up something big.
Haleigh: uhghg...[peers through fingers; her face bright red] But what if the guys are wondering where he is?
Lauren: Half of them are asleep! So we got to make this fast!

25 minutes later.

[The kitchen smells absolutely amazing and the table is being set up with egg burritos stuffed with spices and vegetables, a side of hispanic rice, and a whole bunch of sausage and bacon]
Haleigh: Oh my god. This is amazing.
Richard: [staring at his work proudly] isn't it?
Lauren: This really is amazing. Anyways , from this point on...[points at Haleigh] she made this meal. All on her own.

Richard: [nods] alright. By the way did I ever tell you , you look great in my shirt?
Lauren: ...uhg...how did I even end up wearing it?
Richard: No idea.
Haleigh: Enough! Out, out! Shoo! I need to put my game face on!
[Both Richard and Lauren start to laugh loudly as they exit the kitchen]
Lauren: Yooooo hooooo. Breakfast is ready! Tis incredible!