Me: So, I've started getting into the habit of writing A/Ns after writing the chapter, which is different for me, but hey, it works. Anyway, because of this, I now know I should put up a warning.

Note: Unlike with Double Date, which was rated M for safety, but then knocked down to T when it was written, I definetely think Triple Threat will stay rated M, and for a reason. Maybe you'll get an idea after reading this chapter...

Fang: ...Do I want to know where this is going?

Me: Probably not. It goes under that area of conversation where you get tongue-tied and start coming up with codenames for things...

Fang: Oh, God...

Risa's POV

If you've ever wondered what it was like for Harry Potter and his gang to be trapped in the Devil's Snare, just sleep in a bed with Fang and Embry. Between the two of them, it takes me a good ten minutes every morning just to disentangle myself from their grasps.

This morning was no different. An arm over here, a wing over there. Some legs, a head, a torso. It was a darn good thing I'd invested in an air conditioner for our bedroom, or Fang and I would die in the heat coming off of Bry's body.

Bit by bit, I dislodged myself from the boy's tangled web, not wanting to have to wake those two up yet. I had class this morning, so I needed to be up a bit earlier than these two. As soon as I was free, I made sure to move any of Fang's free limbs away from Embry. The number one way to start the morning off on the wrong foot was to have Fang wake up too close to Bry. Fang would wake up and try to get away from Embry so fast that he'd end up rolling out of bed and onto the floor. Then Bry would be up asking if he was ok, and Fang would get snippy and...It just wasn't worth it. It was amazing enough the two could sleep in the same bed these days.

Which is about all we did in bed. Sleep. It was something I usually contemplated every morning as I went through my morning bathroom routine. When I first started dating Fang, intimacy didn't go beyond kissing. And when I was living with both Fang and Embry, before the truce, anything beyond kissing usually started a fight. Now there was this issue of that, if I wanted to go...Farther, I'd have to pick one or the other to be the first. If I picked Embry, Fang would get pissed. If I picked Fang, Embry would dutifully step aside, no matter if it hurt him at all, and let Fang have the spot, but then Fang starts feeling guilty that Bry's stepping aside for him and backs off.

And the three of us at the same time? That wouldn't end pretty...

So I had basically resigned myself to a life of celibacy. I might as well start looking into adoption agencies for children. It was frustrating, at times. I live with two of the most perfect (in my opinion) guys on the planet. They're both charming, attentive, good-looking...Scratch that, sexy, and they know just what to do and say to get me in the mood. But the mood is all we get to. I was nineteen now, almost twenty, and after dating and living with these guys since I was seventeen, I'd like to, I don't know, step it up a notch?

I tried not to let it bother me too much. Just in the morning, when I'm distangling myself, sometimes...I'd rather not be distangled. I got all my thoughts out in the bathroom, getting dressed and turning the air conditioner off before heading downstairs to start breakfast. It was usually not long after the AC was turned off that Fang would wake up and get himself away from Bry. Embry was soon to follow, and by the time they were up and dressed, breakfast would be done.

I made my way downstairs and into our kitchen. After living in our tiny apartment for so long, this kitchen had taken some getting used to. It was huge; even had room for one of those fancy islands in the middle. We had our kitchen table right by a long window that looked out onto the street. There was a short wall that seperated the kitchen from the living room. You could walk around the wall from either side and be in the living room. One way brought you closer to the front door, the other closer to the stairs.

I walked into the living room and flipped the T.V. on the news station, waking Bo up from his slumber on the couch. He jumped up and ran for the garage stairs, pacing in front of them. The one weird thing about the set-up of the house was that you had to walk through the living room to get to the stairs that led to the attached garage. It made stopping the boys from tracking dirt all over the nice living room carpet that much harder, but I managed.

"Don't you want breakfast first, boy?" I asked him. He ran for the kitchen, obviously liking that idea much better. I walked to the back of the kitchen and opened up the door to the basement and grabbing a can of dog food from the shelves on either side of the door. There were three doors that led to our basement in the house; one from the kitchen, one from the garage, and one that led to the backyard. The basement had three rooms, all finished, plus a bathroom. Sometimes, I considered renting it out as an apartment with use of our kitchen, but Fang and Embry always talked me out of it. I didn't fight them on the subject, I already knew why; they were hoping Nudge and Seth would move in when they could.

I fixed up Bo's breakfast and started up a huge pan of scrambled eggs. The boy's appetites hadn't changed much. They would each eat a pan full of eggs, plus cereal and toast. I usually threw some fruit in their cereal, too. These guys would learn to eat healthy if it killed them.

Just as I was setting their plates on the table, I heard their footsteps thundering down the stairs.

"Damn it, is the Kentucky Derby running through here again?" I said as they walked in. "I thought I told them to stop."

Fang smiled, shaking his head at my joke. "Morning, Risa." He said, landing a soft peck on my cheek.

"Morning, love." Embry said, getting a peck on my other side.

"Aw, damn, Bry. Bo ate your breakfast again." Fang said, jokingly. pointing to Bo's now empty food dish.

Embry rolled his eyes, but a small smile played at his lips. "Fang, you use that joke almost every morning. Don't you think it's getting old?"

Fang shrugged. "I'm still enjoying it."

I got my own breakfast, a simple bowl of Rice Crispies with bananas, and watched my two boys, smiling. They still made jokes about each other, but neither of them meant it anymore; it was all in fun. After living with these two at each other's throats for so long, it was nice to see them on friendly terms.

After fully soaking in that peaceful morning moment, I leisurely made my way into the living room, wanting to catch a bit of the weather before heading off to school. Miss News Channel Girl was talking about a robbery over in New York. Obviously, it had started as a petty theft at Macy's, but then the guy ran for it. The chase spanned over half the state and into Vermont. The robber was driving one of those hybrid cars, so no worries about running out of gas too soon. I doubt the cops would've bothered to chase him so far if he hadn't been endangering the public and possibly driving drunk. I waited through the story, just wanting to get to the weather already.

Finally, the reporter cut to a new story. I might've given up and left right then if I hadn't caught the first sentence.

"And, in other news, Max and her Flock are on the move again."

I froze, listening. Out in the kitchen, the sounds of silverware clinking against plates and bowls had died. The boys were listening as well.

"Maximum Ride has been spotted in New York, where she is meeting with a group of top environmental scientists to discuss actions that can be taken to improve air and water qualities in big cities, such as New York City."

I almost rolled my eyes, and I was sure Fang was. This was nothing new. Most news involving the Flock these days was Captain Planet-like stuff. Save the trees, wipe your ass with an owl. Not that I'm against taking care of the planet; you'll never see me littering or polluting without just cause, but I was getting sick of having the planet's environmental state shoved in my face all the time.

Not to mention it drove Fang nuts these days.

"So, has she come up with a plan to plug up cow's butts so their farts won't pollute the earth yet?" Fang yelled from the kitchen.

"Shush." I called back, still listening to the news program.

"The concern of many 'Flock Followers' these days, though, is the group's depleting numbers. Fang dropped off the face of the earth almost three years ago now, and Nudge has been missing for months, almost a year herself. Though fans continue to search, it seems that the Flock has put forth no search efforts for either of them, leading most to believe that the two left on their own, and possibly on less-than-friendly terms. This, of course, is all speculation, as none of the Flock or those close to them have divulged any information on there two Flock member's disappearances."

So Fang was still MIA to the rest of the world. Fine by me. Fine by all of us.

"The Flock will be staying in New York City for the next week, then will be taking a short hiatus, we've been told. A deserved vacation, I'm sure. These kids could use the break."

"Yeah, being Wonder Woman must really be some drag for her." I heard Fang say. I just shook my head, taking my bowl back to the kitchen. Fang could get pretty harsh about this stuff with Max, but I had a feeling it was more him responding to being hurt than any actual hatred. Fang would never say it, but Max's choice to pick saving the world over him had cut him deep, not just relationship-wise, but as a friend and family member as well.

"Hurry up and eat, boys, or you'll be late for work." I tossed my dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed my coat out of the closet by the stairs and headed for the garage. "I'm heading to class, so I'll see you tonight after work."

"See ya, Risa!" Embry yelled after me.

"Have a good day!" Fang added.

"And play nice with the other students!" Embry called.

"Don't give the teachers any trouble, or we'll be right down!" Fang yelled.

I shook my head, laughing. Those two were pips.

Fang: I don't like where Risa's thoughts are going.

Me: Funny, whenever I try to think like Risa to write this story, I start to-

Fang: -covers ears- I DON'T WANNA KNOW! I DON'T WANNA KNOW! I DON'T WANNA KNOW!

Me: Jeez, ok...Calm, Fangles...

R&R? Or cover your ears and scream like Fang, whatever floats your boat...