A/N: This is my own continuation of a story written by another author. The author hasn't logged on to this site since sometime around 2009, so I knew messaging them asking permission wasn't necessarily going to go anywhere. Part of me couldn't stand that this wonderful story was left unfinished, so I tried a shot at continuing it. I tried my best to keep the POV that the original author had, but slip–ups are possible throughout. Also, the chapters are kind of shortish, 'cause I wrote this entire thing on my iPad, and as you may expect, the differences in how long the chapters are on an iPad versus a computer are different.

For future reference, the house Bam lives in in this story is the one he lives in in Viva La Bam (AKA Castle Bam), but it's set a little bit before the Jackass show came into the world. Don't ask me why, that's just how I'm imagining it, dude. Just go with it.

Also, I imagine Bam and Ryan looking like they did around 2001 or so.

The first chapter/original story, which I very highly recommend you read before reading this story, is called The Day The World Stood Still by Evilenia Renee.

I don't own Jackass, Viva La Bam, or anybody involved with either show in any way, shape, or form. All of this is un–beta'd, so the mistakes you see here are my own.

**I want to put out there that if the original author ever comes around and sees this, I'd love for you to please message me at your earliest convenience so that you can give me either a thumbs up or down on whether or not you would like this continuation of your story to stay. There is a link to my tumblr on my profile as well, just in case.**

I know that's a lot of stuff. Sorry about that.

Alright everyone, enjoy!

Ryan got to work at his usual time, and managed not to get yelled at by Tony, by somehow, almost magically, slipping past him on his way in. Ryan was standing in front of his locker, which was amongst the rest of them stuffed into the corner of the garage, and had just started putting on his grey overalls when Tony swaggered on in.

"I'm glad to see you're not late for once, Dunn." Tony had that tone in his voice; the one that tells Ryan I'm gonna be busting your balls for a while, just for my own personal entertainment. Ryan tried to put on the happiest face anybody getting a load of crap from their boss at 8:07 in the morning would be able to. The only real reason Ryan could even give his boss the small smile that he did was that Bam had popped up into his thoughts.

"Well, I've got a lot of work to do, sir."

"Damn right you do. You know, you should be happy to be working-"

"Um, sir– before I forget, last night before closing, someone came in, and-" When Tony cut Ryan off, Ryan had angled his face away from him, focusing on the puddle of whatever liquid that is on the floor near the wall, half because of Tony raising his voice, half because the smell of alcohol on Tony's breath was really starting to get at Ryan. 'Really?' Ryan thought, 'He's been drinking? It's barely 8 AM–' Ryan quickly shooed that thought away when he realized that he'd probably be drinking at around this time too, that is, if Tony ever gave him a fucking day off.

"Dunn, you better've told them that we don't accept cars after four-"

"Do you see any new cars in here?" Ryan asked with a little bit too much anger and sarcasm in his voice, as he motioned his hand to the rest of the garage. Tony quickly turned his head, gave a glance to the garage, and looked back at Ryan with the angriest look he could muster.

"Listen, Dunn– you don't fucking use that tone of voice with me! I'm your boss and-"

"Tony!" Ryan yelled, trying to bring Tony down from the hissy fit that his was going into, "Tony, all I'm trying to say is that they said they're going to be coming in today, and-"

"Good, that's just great, Dunn. Super fucking fantastic. Just get the hell to work before you piss me off even more."

As Ryan turned back towards his locker with the scowl that was now on his face to finish putting on his overalls, he noticed some of his co-workers walking towards him. One of them, Charlie, practically slapped his hand onto Ryan's shoulder.

"Shit, man," Charlie said with a chuckle as he slipped his hand off of Ryan's shoulder to open up his own locker, "I haven't seen anyone talk to Tony like that since that dirty asshole, Chris." One of the other guys let out a laugh.

"Oh my God, yeah. I remember that dude. Tony really must like you, Dunn." Phil said.

"Why would he?" John butted in. "It's not like he doesn't do anything we don't do." Ryan didn't respond to any of them. He barely even looked at Phil when he gave him a small, angry smile when he complimented him. Ryan just zipped up his overalls, grabbed the first tools he saw, and got to work.