A/N & Disclaimer: Originally I had this posted directly with Disenchanted but... That was just too messy, so now the sequel gets its own post :) I own nothing but Karma and sort of own Jonatha. I also own Maggie and Mattie!

Disenchanted (original) Cast: Jacob Black (stole him from the Twilight fandom but this is NOT a Twilight story), Karma Mallory, Jonatha Black, Chris Irvine (Jericho), Phil Brooks (Punk), Dave Bautista, Shane McMahon, two gay hair dressers and whoever was in Disenchanted.

Summary: Karma Mallory and the rest of the band are back and discovering that balancing both status as internationally known rockstars with their personal lives isn't an easy thing to do; and sometimes no matter how hard they try, things end up going sour.

One: Together Again

"Chris, you need to slow down, I can't understand a word you're saying." Karma Mallory growled into the phone, wondering just what the hell had him so worked up. If she hadn't known for a fact that he was clean, she probably would have assumed he was all coked out or something; that was how fast he was talking.

Taking a deep breath, Chris began all over again, a hint of irritation in his tone. "Shane has us booked for the music awards."

"Oh, well, that's not surprising." She said slowly, knowing their manager –Shane McMahon- had been tossing around the idea of them making their return at the yearly award ceremony, this time not playing as the house band. "I thought it wasn't settled though?"

"It is now. There's only a few months left until the show, you know as well as I do they have to book the talent in advance."

"True. What else?"

"Huh?"

Karma's eyes narrowed slightly, wishing he was there so she could slap him silly. "I know you're blonde, but you don't have to play stupid."

"Low blow on the hair, bitch."

"Bite me."

"I gave up drugs."

"Oh, ha ha, you are just SOOOO funny. Now really, stop jerking my chain and just tell me what the hell else is going on. I know you didn't call to tell me about something I already knew was likely to happen."

"Uh, well… this wouldn't be our return. Shane was thinking maybe we could do a U.S. tour, a short one of course, just hit the major cities."

"That would work out great," She said sarcastically, shaking her head when Dave walked into the room, carrying their one year old son –Jareth- on his hip. "Especially since we haven't seen a recording studio in almost two years."

"Chris?" Dave mouthed, shaking his own head when she nodded. It sometimes seemed like her best friend and ex-lover was constantly calling for one reason or another.

"We could get in the studio this week, push the album out next week and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down Chris, that is completely unrealistic and we both know it! It'd take a month to get things ready for a tour."

"So? We take the month, hit the studio, send out singles and then hit the major cities before the ceremony."

"You've already talked to Phil, Jonatha and Jacob about this, haven't you?" She demanded suspiciously.

"Um, maybe."

"You pricks already signed, didn't you?"

"Possibly."

Sighing, she hit the bed with the phone for a few moments before replacing it to her ear. "Fine, I'm in."

Dave waited until she was off the phone before asking: "You're going back on the road, aren't you?"

She nodded.

So much for a peaceful vacation.

If she was honest, Karma had missed this. She had taken a year off to be with her son and fiancée and it had been great, very relaxing and constructive to her seemingly depleted musical stores. Now she felt energized and ready to hit the circuit again, it seemed she wasn't the only one who felt that way either.

Everyone had met at Chris' house in L.A., the same place she and Chris had lived together in during their disastrous and brief tenure as a couple. Chris had had all the guest rooms set up for them, which was more than necessary as technically, the group only needed four bedrooms. Jake and Jonny shared, Phil was by himself and Karma, Jareth and Dave only needed two.

Nobody ever denied that Chris was excessive.

Once everyone was settled in, the band mates convened in the den; scattered about lazily across the furniture as they gossiped and caught up. Once they had gone on their little extended vacation, they had all separated ways. Phil had gone to his hometown of Chicago, Chris had remained in L.A. whereas Jonatha and Jacob had taken off to visit his folks back in Washington and then hers. Karma and her own family had relocated back to New York.

Phil was looking a bit shaggier than usual, his facial hair all over the place. His mustache and wild beard combo had Jacob humming the banjo music from Deliverance, much to Jonatha's annoyance.

Jake was still impossibly ripped, and seemed to be in fairly good health, he still had all his limbs which was a good sign as everyone knew Jonatha was a bit of a hellcat. Jonatha looked happy, a sparkle in her sapphire blue eyes that told her friends her first year of marriage had definitely gone over quite well.

Chris was still Chris. Tanned, blond and muscular too. Karma could all too easily remember a time when his hair had been lank and greasy, his clothes had hung off his unusually thin frame… she had to shake the memories away, refusing to dwell on them.

She had allowed her hair to return to its natural brown and silver colors and spent the entire year in tank tops and blue jeans –after her post-pregnancy sweatpants and Dave's shirts attire while she was working off the extra baggage she had picked up while pregnant.

She surveyed her friends, all back in their 'natural' states and knew the band's stylists, Maggie and Mattie, were going to have dual heart attacks.

"Has anyone been writing?" She asked, leaning back against the couch with an acoustic guitar across her lap, picking at the strings idly.

"Isn't that your job?" Jonatha shot back with a smirk.

"Not really, usually it's you and Chris."

"Don't believe her, she's been writing." Chris shook his head, sticking his tongue out at Karma when she flipped him off. "The question is, what has she been writing and is it any good?"

"Fuck you."

"The hair has to go."

Karma was not surprised by the less than stellar greeting from her very own personal stylist, Mattie. Mattie was as gay as the day was long, molding into one of the many gay stereotypes and absolutely loved it. She hugged him regardless of the implied insult on her natural hair. "I missed you too."

"I did miss you, until I just seen what you've brought me to work with." Mattie sighed. He had originally started out as her and Chris' hair stylist but that had quickly deteriorated along with Karma and Chris' relationship; soon only working specifically on Karma. Maggie had been a part of their little group but once Chris had gotten his ass back on the right track, she had become stylist for the entire band.

Mattie hadn't. Karma likened him to a dog; he was loyal to one master. But he was HER dog. She had told him this analogy once and he had agreed, declaring he was definitely a bitch.

"Just what is wrong with her hair?" Dave demanded, following behind with Jareth in his arms. His brown eyes widened when Maggie lunged forward to snatch the baby from him, reluctantly passing his son along. "Don't touch his hair!" He growled.

"A little Mohawk would be so adorable!" Maggie cooed teasingly, ruffling Jareth's light brown, wavy hair with delight. "Wouldn't it sweetie?"

Jareth simply babbled right back at her.

"No Mohawks for my son, not until he's at least two." Karma laughed, already being guided towards the bathroom by an impatient Mattie, who was muttering things like 'stripes' and 'perfectly fugly' under his breath. "Can I at least have a moment to settle in?"

"No, no, no. Shane has an appointment set up for the band."

"So? Braid my hair or something, you don't have to-"

"White, we're bleaching it pure white." His eyes were taking on a fanatical gleam she recognized all too well. "It'll only take a few hours, the appointment isn't for another four…."

Karma realized there had been another reason for her extended vacation besides her son.

"Wow, being with Dave has aged the shit out of you." Jonatha Black said when she was permitted to enter the entirely too large bathroom Mattie had holed Karma up in. She smirked when she got flipped the bird, knowing damn well Karma would have pointed out that they had seen each other only days before if she wasn't afraid of sucking in any of the chemicals that currently surrounded her. "White does look pretty good on you. It's not old person white, it's…"

"X-Men white, the animated series, not the movies." Mattie shivered dramatically. "They actually had some grey in poor Halle's hair, can you believe that?"

Karma and Jonatha exchanged amused looks.

"Maggie, get in here!" Mattie yelled, fixing Jonatha with a piercing look. "I'm thinking we're going to do something Joan Jett-ish with your hair. Maybe some colored tips."

"Fuck me running."

Phil was the last to reach the hotel suite, still looking as wild and hairy as he had the last time his band mates had seen him. "I'm here; the party can officially get started!" He laughed, setting his bag down where everyone else had dropped theirs.

Chris was on his cell phone over by a window, but he managed to pull away from it long enough to say: "You are so going next."

Confused, Phil shot Dave and Jake a questioning look.

"You're getting a make-over." Jake explained with obvious relish.

Phil paled underneath his Wildman beard, completely oblivious to the fact that Chris had started humming the Deliverance banjo tune again.

"Oh my god…" Karma whispered when she was finally allowed to see her now bleached, styled, and dried hair. Mattie had layered it and then fluffed it just a little, but it was the stark white that made her blink. "Holy shit…"

I'm a genius, I know." Mattie grinned at her in the mirror, bending down long enough to grab a hat box from beneath the counter, and then set it on the counter, popping it open. "Here." He pulled out a plain black cowboy hat from the box and settled it on her head. "Slash has his hat, you have yours."

"I am nowhere near Slash's league."

"But you definitely have him beat when it comes to sex appeal. Now let's go show Dave."