OK. Basically, the idea for this came to me when my friend Louise suggested that she lead us to a comic book convention to see Jhonen Vasquez. She also decided that she wanted to kidnap him. I'm the Alex in the story. Louise, Nicky, Holly, Jon, and Jhonen Vasquez are all real but:

Disclaimer: I do not own Jhonen Vasquez. I'm playing with him.

Please review it, if you can be bothered!

"Mr Vasquez? Mr Vasquez, can you hear me?" Alex gently touched the shoulder of the man tied up on the floor, and shook him a little. "Jon, I think he's coming round."

"We've only got twenty minutes." Jon checked the clock on the wall, watching as the girl removed the gag from the comic-book-artist's mouth when he began to struggle.

"I know. Can you get these chains?" She turned her attention again to Jhonen. "Open your eyes, Mr Vasquez."

"Huh?" The man blinked several times, flexing his fingers as Jon worked on removing his chains. "What happened?"

"Do you remember anything?"

"Uhh…I was at that convention thing…and then that girl! Oh my God, where is she?"

"It's OK. Louise can't get you right now. At the risk of sounding cheesy: we're breaking you out, Mr Vasquez."

Jhonen Vasquez felt the chains around his body loosen, and finally he could move – though weeks of sitting down meant he was so stiff he could barely lift his arms. "What's happening?"

"We'll get you out of here." Alex looked up at Jon. "How long?"

"Fifteen minutes. Long enough to get him out of here and into the car…"

"Hey!" The man on the floor frowned up at the blurry faces. "What happened?"

"Louise, if we don't get a move on we'll be there four hours late!"

Louise rolled her eyes, put the very last touches onto her make-up, and emerged from the bathroom. "We'd better not get lost!"

"Hey!" Alex smiled smugly. "We have my map-reading skills, and Nicky's ability to talk to people! The only thing that'll hold us back is Holly, but she'll be OK if we carry her or something."

"Carry me?" Holly pulled on her coat. "Why?"

"'Cause you're so slow." Nicky grabbed the key to the room from the table and the four girls set out on their little journey, Alex holding the map book very firmly before her, Louise striding ahead, Nicky walking beside Alex, and Holly – as predicted – walking slower than them all.

Pushing dyed black hair out of her eyes, Louise looked eagerly at the building ahead of them. "Are we here?"

"Yep!" Alex and Nicky chorused, Nicky pulling the walkman-headphones out of Holly's ears.

"Hol, we're here."

"Good! But don't touch my hair!" Holly yelled, both unaware that Louise had run off into the building – pursued by a rather harassed-looking Alex.

"Wow…" Louise gazed around her, eyes wide – and fixing almost immediately on the display dedicated to Jhonen Vasquez. Her three friends were of the opinion that she had an unhealthy obsession with the man, but to her it was perfectly logical – after all, he was wonderful!

Alex, short of breath, arrived behind her. "You could have waited when I was shouting at you!"

"Look…" All Louise could do was point reverently to her hero/Lust Object. "That's him!"

Her friend cocked her head on one side, frowning. "He's a bit…skinny…isn't he?" She put up her hands in a placatory manner when Louise rounded on her. "But very hot, of course!"

"Good." The greebo/goth/chav-hater shot her a menacing look, before her eyes were once again drawn back to Johnen Vasquez. "I'm glad you agree…"

"Oh yeah. He's….lovely." Alex turned to Nicky and Holly, shaking her head; her voice was an undertone. "You know she said she'd stalk him?"

"Yeah?" Holly said, her interest piqued (it takes a LOT to spark Holly's curiosity, believe me).

"Well…just look!"

Louise had moved slowly over to where the Man Himself sat. Merely standing there, she just looked at him – her voice a low, quiet mumble of "Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen Jhonen…"

"Good thing we didn't bring Jon here! He'd go ballistic!" Nicky chuckled.

The other two grinned. "Yep!" Holly watched with barely concealed amusement. "Can't help feeling sorry for Jhonen Vasquez, though…"

"Poor guy!" Alex sighed. "Should we rescue him?"

Indeed, Jhonen was looking very much as if he wanted to be rescued. Having a girl stare at you for a long period of time, muttering your name softly to herself, is not the most reassuring of experiences.

"But that would spoil the fun!" Holly grinned. "Let's wait for a while, and see if she looses interest…