So, I was looking around the Gone fandom and found quite a lot of stories focused on the romance between Drake and various OCs. Now, I'm not trying to insult any of those stories, there are a few well-written ones. I just thought the idea might be fun to play with. Enjoy!

Sam knocked on the door to the mayor's office, wondering why Caine had called him here this time. A brief "Come in" was heard from inside and Sam took that as his opportunity to enter. Pushing open the wooden door he found himself standing in the big room facing Caine, who was sitting at the mayor's desk on the other side.

"Ah, Sam. Good. Now, I've called you here to discuss a very important issue."

"When is there ever not an important issue in the FAYZ?" Sam sighed, collapsing into the small chair across from Caine. "So what is it this time? Carnivorous worms, talking coyotes, man-eating bugs?"

"Drake's girlfriends."

"What?"

"Haven't you seen them all? They're everywhere! But that's not the point. What I'm trying to figure out is how he manages to turn them on."

Sam sat back in his chair, pondering the question. "Maybe . . . his looks?"

Caine glanced at his brother. "You think he's hot?"

"What? No! But maybe . . . some girls . . . might."

"Hm." Caine tapped his fingers on the desk. "Maybe it's his personality?"

They both looked at each other for an instant, than burst out laughing.

"Okay, no," Caine said when they'd caught they're breath. "So what else is there?"

"I don't know." Sam shrugged. "His whip?"

"You know, I bet that's it!" Caine said, standing up. "What else could it be?"

"Yeah. But how does that help us?"

Caine grinned. "I have a plan. But we're going to need tights, newspaper and lots of duct tape."

"What are you doing?" Diana had been walking by the mayor's office when she'd caught a glimpse of what was going on inside and had stopped to stare.

Sam and Caine stood there, shoving crumpled up newspapers into pairs of tights and taping them all together. Currently they were working on attaching one of the long ropes they'd made to Sam's arm. "Nothing!" they said quickly, jumping away from their supplies.

Diana paused in the doorway, but then decided she really didn't want to know what was going on. "Whatever. Have fun with your . . . thing."

Sam and Caine watched her go, embarrassment painted across their faces. Sam groaned. "What were we thinking? This is dumb."

"Yeah," said Caine, his face still red. "Maybe it really is something about his personality."

They were both interrupted by the sound of gunshots and screaming coming from outside. Running to the window, they peered down at the scene below.

Drake was charging down the street, gun in hand, followed by a massive wave of teenage girls, all screaming his name in their high-pitched, annoying voices. Drake turned around to face them and shouted, "Get away! I'll kill you all as slowly and painfully as I can!" He proceeded to fire shots into the crowd while whipping anyone that got too close. But the more girls that fell, the more that came screaming to replace them, all trying to get close to Drake.

Sam and Caine looked at each other.

"Definitely the whip."

"Agreed. Now help we tape this thing on. We're going to go get us some chicks!"