**Author's note(s): All right, first off, I don't own Metal Gear Solid or Metal Gear Solid 2 or any of its characters/components. Hideo Kojima and Konami do. Also, the upcoming installments of this will be delayed until after Christmas so I can play MGS all the way through first. ^^;; And on with the cheesiness!**

Anya leaned back, releasing the Playstation 2 controller from her grip. She sighed contently and watched the credits roll.

"Hideo Kojima...Hideo Kojima...Hideo Kojima. Boy, did he make the whole game?" she asked, chuckling. "Too bad he said he wouldn't be back for another one. It was funny to see Raiden running around nude."

Anya glanced back at her small, McFarlane Toys action figure of Solid Snake.

"It should've been Snake. At least he wouldn't be...pasty." She shuddered at the thought. Anya checked out her watch.

"Dang, I oughta get to bed. I need at least four hours of sleep for that LAN party tomorrow." Anya switched the PS2 to sleep mode and grabbed her Snake figurine.

She jumped into bed, setting Snake on her shelf above the bed. Anya laughed as she shrugged the covers over her shoulders.

"Night, Snake-sweetie." She lay on her back and sighed. "Too bad you weren't real...and a few years younger." She paused. "Make that eighteen. Only 3 years older than me, not too bad." Anya's teeth flashed in the darkness. "He'd still have that scruffy beard thing going on..."

She began to drift off. "I wish he were real..."

* * * *

A light glowed around the figurine when she was asleep. It grew. And grew. It broke the shelf, and an eighteen-year-old boy's figure landed on the bed. Before he could awake, his head hit the headboard and he was knocked unconscious.

* * * *

Anya blinked her eyes slowly open. She took in the sunlight, and her eyes adjusted. She felt something next to her on the bed.

"Java, get off the bed, kitty," Anya mumbled, turning over. Her eyes went wide open as she took in a man's face next to her.

She screamed, and the man's eyes opened. He screamed back, but deeper and more in response than in shock.

Anya scrambled out of the bed, falling on the floor. She felt around for her baseball bat and stood up quickly, her hair in her face. She blew it away.

"Who...are you, and what the HECK are you doing in my BED!!?!"

The man stood up and calmly took her in. He pulled a gun and pointed it at her forehead. She put up her hands, dropping the bat.

"Who are you?" he growled. She blinked. The gun quivered. "Who are you!?!"

That voice... She blinked again, and tilted her head to the side. Younger, but deep and...throaty...

"Answer me: who are you?!" he shouted.

"A...Anya." She gulped. "Sn...Snake?"

He tensed. "How did you know? Who are you working for?"

"Snake..." She fainted dead away.

* * * *

He holstered his M9 and walked around the bed. Snake knelt down to the girl's level and checked for a pulse. After being certain she was still alive, he threw the bat to the other side of the bed.

He sat down and put a hand through his hair. Where was he? And why was he in this girl's bedroom?

Snake took his M9 out again. When the girl awoke, he'd answer her.

* * * *

Anya woke to a gun muzzle pointed in her face. She tried to scream, but a hand covered her mouth. Her eyes frantically searched for the person the hand belonged to.

"Shh. Now, when I take my hand off, you're not going to scream. You got that?" Snake ordered. Anya nodded quickly, her eyes wide. He nodded, and slowly took his hand away.

Anya swallowed before she spoke. "Um, why are you pointing a gun at me?"

"So you'll answer some questions. Now, where am I?"

"In my room," she said slowly.

"I can tell that. Don't play dumb. Where am I?"

"You're in Wisconsin...Eau Claire..." She closed her eyes. "Please don't hurt me Snake-swee--um, Snake."

"Good. Now, why am I here?"

That was a good question. How am I supposed to answer that? she thought. 'Um, yeah, you were an action figure that was on my shelf and I accidentally wished you to live.' Sure, that's gonna work.

He pushed the gun a bit closer. "Why am I here?"

"I don't know! I kind of just found out myself..." Well, that's sort of the truth, Anya thought. She gulped again. "I woke up and there was a guy in my bed. Namely, you."

"How do you know my name?" Snake questioned.

"Um, er...you're a video game character?" she tried.

He kicked her. "I'm not in the mood for humor. Who told you my name? Who do you work for?"

"Um, Otacon did! Yeah, that's it. Otacon--"

"How do you know Otacon!"

He's a video game character, too, she sighed to herself. She closed her blue eyes. Come on, Anya, you can do better than that. Think think think...think like Kojima-san...

"He contacted me. He couldn't help you on this one, Snake."

"Why?" he snarled.

Think, girl, or you're gonna be sleeping again...

"He's the one who's been taken. He only had enough time to contact me before the nanos went out." She shrugged inside. That works.

He pulled the gun out of her face, but didn't put it away.

"Switch to the Codec." He reached for his ear.

Crap, nanos! She smiled hesitantly and did the same. Crap crap CRAP!

"Can you hear me?"

Her eyes went wide again. She could hear him! What was going on? She shook her head. Solid Snake was alive, 18, and in her bedroom. Don't question things.

"Yeah, I hear you."

"Who was Otacon taken by? Why did they take him?"

"I--I'm not sure, really. He just said something about Liquid..."

"Liquid...Damn."

"Who is he?" This playing dumb thing ought to work...

"Never mind that." He closed his eyes and shook his head. Opening them again, he said, "Did he tell you anything else?"

Anya's mind flashed to the LAN party she was missing.

"A computer gaming party, today. We'd get more information there."

He switched off the Codec, holstered the M9, and stood up. "Let's go."

Anya stood up shakily. She closed her eyes and put a hand to her forehead.

What was she getting herself into?