BMW

"Trying"

Sequel/Series: Not yet

Summary: Summaries suck. Seriously, the summary is "when loving gets to be too much..."

Rating: R for mature themes, slash content and angst (just on principle)

Setting: Summer of between seventh and what would have been eighth season. As usual, I bent the truth for my own wicked purposes. The whole gang is in New Jersey (just read the story!) for the summer.

Note: This is for Craig, who gave me this hella cool idea. He really gave me the whole plot. Love ya, baby! And for those of you keeping track, this story has no continuity with any of my other BMW stories. And... sorry for the delay on my other story arcs. I'm seriously blocking. But I'm trying to work through it. I should have them posted soon.

Feedback: Vixxxen@rocketmail.com

Disclaimer: If they were mine, let's just say that we'd be one rockin' threesome!

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Prologue

The gang trooped into the house they had rented. "It's... lived in," Topanga said, trying to put a positive spin on things.

"It's a hellhole," Shawn said bluntly. "My trailer looked better than this."

"Or you could say that," Jack agreed, looking at the beat up furniture. In the living room, there was a couch that might have been white once upon a time, but now was a dirty gray with splotches of different colors. There were two scratched up end tables and a television that looked as if would catch fire if one attempted to turn it on.

"We're not actually going to stay here, right? You all are playing a joke on us, right?" Angela asked, eyes wide with horror.

"Looks like the joke's on us," Cory said grimly.

"Yeah. Next time we won't rent the house from EBAY." Jack kicked the couch and leapt back when the whole thing threatened to fall apart.

"What a way to spend our last summer together for a while," Rachel moaned.

"We'll be fine. We can... cover up the furniture, and with a little sweeping and mopping..."

"Scrubbing," Shawn interrupted.

"Painting," Cory chimed in.

"Spackling," was Angela's contribution.

"Remodeling," Rachel jumped in.

"Um... hell, I think we should burn the whole thing down." Jack kicked one of the end tables and had to reach out and grab it as the leg fell off.

"There's no way you're touching me now." Rachel said, eyeing the stained table.

"Well, we really don't have a choice, do we? I mean about staying here. We did sink our money into this house." Shawn looked glum, but then brightened. "Hey, did anyone see The Money Pit?"

"So not a good analogy," Angela groaned. "Well, let's look at the rest of the house."

They moved in a group into the tiny kitchen, which featured yellowed and peeling paint. The cabinets were empty and were hanging open.

"Because this is so much better than going to Florida. Did anyone listen to my suggestion? No!"

"Bitterness will get you nowhere, Rach." Jack moved to the sink and tried to turn on the tap. A rusty trickle of water came out.

"Okay, this is not good. Weren't the owners supposed to have the utilities turned on for us?"

"Wake up Cory. The owners also said that this was a gorgeous ranch-style house. I'm kinda surprised that there's anything actually in the house." Angela made her way over to the stairs and cautiously began walking up. "Come on, you guys! If something's up here, I don't want to die alone!"

"On that note..." The gang climbed the steps and looked into the bedrooms. They were actually kind of nice, with a double bed in each one with a colorful quilt spread on each bed.

"We call the one next to the bathroom!" Cory said.

"Good choice, honey." Topanga patted her husband's shoulder.

"We'll take the one with the green quilt," Angela said, gesturing to her and Rachel.

"That leaves Jack, Eric and I. Why don't you two share a room and I'll take the last one?" Shawn suggested.

"Nothing doin'. Why do you get a bed to yourself? I think it should be mine," Jack argued.

"Why don't you and Shawn share and Eric gets one by himself," Rachel said helpfully.

"That okay with you?" Jack said, turning to Eric, who had been unusually quiet.

"Whatever."

"Well, now that the sleeping arrangements are settled, let's go and eat!" Cory trooped down the stairs with everyone behind him.