Yup. Still don't own Team Starkid. That's still slavery. Still don't know them. This is nothing more than a fangirl dream.

Also, I wasn't creative enough to come up with a Starkid story for Freya, so I just used my own. So... welcome to my life.

PS The end of this gets a little smutty... (it's not that bad) I just want to be clear that I respect Lauren and everything she does and stands for. I just made this happen for Freya. Without it, there's no story.

Chapter 3

We got there fast, only a few minutes later. "It probably would have been a better idea to use the Manor instead of my tiny apartment," Lauren mentioned as she lead Brian and me up the stairs. I looked down so as not to stare.

"Eh, who cares? We'll snuggle," he answered, and I made a silent vow to not sit next to Lauren. It wasn't fair to Mariana.

"Hey guys. This is Freya," Lauren said as she opened the door and stepped through.

I looked around and blinked. It's really bizarre to see a room full of people you're used to seeing on the internet sitting right in front of you. Besides Nick and Jaime, Julia and Meredith were there.

"Hey Freya. Cool name," Meredith told me from her perch on the arm of the couch.

"Um… Hi," I managed to answer, totally starstruck.

"We ordered Pizza, that okay?" Nick asked me with a friendly smile.

"Yeah… pizza's great." I forced down another fangirl squeal and followed Brian over to the couch, sitting carefully between him and Nick. Safety. In between boys.

There were three solid seconds of silence before Jaime asked me how long I'd been a fan of Charmed.

"A couple years… Actually by girlfriend introduced it to me, back before we were together. It's been a huge part of my life ever since."

Meredith nodded, accepting this. "How about Starkid? How long have you been a fan?"

"The real question being, how long ago did you stop being a Dikrats?"

Everyone rolled their eyes. "Brian, 'Dikrats' isn't going to catch on," Lauren informed him from where she crouched, inserting the first Charmed DVD into the player. "… And why did you pluralize it?"

"Because 'Tarkid' sounds dumb."

"Actually, it almost has… I've seen some people use it," I cut into the building argument.

"So how long?" Julia jumped in before Lauren could retort.

"Since July 2009. I was at a summer camp, and they all told me to watch AVPM… I was hooked." I smiled at Julia, leaning around Brian to do so.

There was a knock at the door. "That'll be the pizza," Nick said, standing and going to the door. Julia and Lauren, having fiddled with the DVD player long enough, followed him through the door, presumably to share the cost.

"So you're pretty dedicated." Meredith guessed, leaning forward to talk to me around the space were Nick was.

"To Starkid? Yeah, you guys have been a huge part of my life for a while. The song Not Alone" – I broke off and turned my head to look at Jaime – "Has been really important for me. You have no idea what the song has done for me. And Get Back Up… I…" I paused. Did I really want to tell them?

I decided it wasn't that big a deal. "I have a panic disorder – long story, because of an injury I got years ago – and every time I feel like I'm going to have panic attack, I put Get Back Up and Not Alone on repeat." I paused, looking around at the faces of the people surrounding me. They met my eyes, each one seeming to really care. "Those songs taught me how to breathe again." I saw Lauren, Nick, and Julia come around the corner into the room. Julia sat down but Nick and Lauren remained, just watching. "The shows taught me now to smile again… I'd gotten really depressed when I couldn't do anything because of the injury, and Starkid kept me going…" I trailed off.

The next instant, the world seemed to crush me.

Well, Starkid is a world of its own, so I suppose I literally did as those incredibly talented people dove in for a group hug. I had no idea who was where, and frankly it didn't matter. The world was beautiful. I was loved.

The hug slowly broke apart, and it was only then that I saw how Lauren had landed from what must have been some sort of wild leap across the room.

She was now sprawled across the remains of the hug, Brian with his head shoved across my chest by the girls and Nick pushing from the right. Meredith was holding me from the left, her arms wrapped around my shoulders from the back. She must have fallen from the couch's arm to the seat, where she was now being held by Lauren's grip. Lauren herself was halfway back onto the couch, but with one leg still spread over the small table which now had several pizza boxes and a bag of chips stacked sloppily onto it.

The rest of the tangle of bodies untwisted itself, Lauren taking what had been Nick's seat and reaching over to the bag of chips. So much for not sitting next to Lauren. She pressed "Play" on the remote before settling back.

"You're taking notes, Nick?" I heard Jaime laugh from the other arm of the couch as she reached for some pizza.

"Well if we're going to be writing from it, we'll need to remember," he answered sensibly.

The boy's reactions were hysterical. First, "Hey, they're pretty hot!" and "Damn girl!" followed by "… There's a cat following them? … There's a WITCH cat following them. Okay…" followed by "… Doesn't really rhyme, does it?"

"They do better in later seasons," Meredith told Brian while I laughed. That last one was, after all, a Charmed quote in itself.

"Well… the first spell Paige writes is a haiku, but she gets the hang of the rhyming thing," Julia added.

I looked around Brian and beamed at her. "I love people who know Charmed," I said, twisting the other way to look at Meredith too. She grinned back at me over Lauren's shoulder, planted firmly between us.

"I'm sorry – Paige? Who is that?" Nick asked from the floor by the other side of the couch.

"You'll see. Eventually. Season four," Lauren shot back at him, re-settling so her legs were tucked underneath her, her body turned towards me. She smiled at me before turning her head back towards the TV.

A few episodes later, and Piper was crying at the end of "Dead Man Dating." It had been hard enough when Lauren had snuggled up to me when Piper had tried to kiss Mark the ghost. Now her legs were laying across mine, her weight on her hip as we both leaned back into the couch cushions. Her arms were looped lazily around my waist and her head was resting on the couch by my shoulder.

This girl was trying to kill me.

Mark's funeral had just ended on screen, and I was almost crying. I cannot stand to watch Piper Halliwell cry, I never could.

Her eyes still watching the screen, Lauren poked me in the side. Not hard – but not accidentally. When I looked at her, she smiled, although her eyes never left the Charmed girls, now entering their house. She did it again, and again when Prue's surprise birthday party erupted from the next room.

Finally, I returned her poke.

Her smile grew wider as she fought back, still focused on the show. When I returned it again, she stopped poking me and tickled me for real.

I laughed before attacking back. Her gaze finally broke away from the screen where the credits were flashing over the Book of Shadows. She almost cackled as she tried to defend herself.

It was one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard.

She almost stood on the couch next to me, then jumped over the back of it, somehow managing to keep her hands on my body.

This beautiful girl was actually trying to kill me with her perfection. I was sure of it.

Without thinking, I followed her when she bolted from the room. I burst through the door she'd been trying to shut against me, only to fall to my knees when she slid around me and tackle-tickled me from behind as she'd done to Brian.

Lauren climbed on top of me, pushing me down so I was on my back on her bedroom floor. She'd done it slowly, ensuring that my head didn't slam into the floorboards, but it was still forceful, her muscular body moving above me, pushing me farther and farther down.

Suddenly my wrists were in her hands, pressed to the floor above my head so I couldn't tickle her as she pinned me.

Her body was warm. Her hips rested on mine, pressing down ever so slightly, her knees on the outsides of my legs. Her chest heaved with laughter, the red tank top doing nothing to hide anything. Her eyes were full of light and warmth, staring into mine from above.

I couldn't move. I was completely at her mercy.

And oddly, I didn't mind too much.

Then the look in her eyes changed, it cooled. Her expression changed too, to something I'd rarely seen on any girl's face.

Our breaths mingled in the air between us, our chests brushing gently with every heave of what was no longer laughter. Her hips shifted against mine and something exploded in my pelvis.

And then she was kissing me, and nothing existed but her body over mine, her lips on mine, and the little sounds of her breath resounding in my head.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I let out a small moan of surprise and delight. All too soon it was gone, so I returned the favor.

I felt her entire body tense against mine, strong and beautiful and flawless. "Freya…" she whispered against my lips before plunging her tongue back into my mouth.

Her voice's pitch struck me as odd. It was higher than I'd expected, higher than –

"L-Lauren…" I stuttered, straining my arms against the hands that still held them firmly over my head.

She pulled back a little, meeting my eyes and knowing instantly that something was wrong. She gave me a look of half confusion, half lust. It was adorable.

"… I have a girlfriend," I said before I could get too caught up in her expression.

The look on her face dropped instantly, replaced by panic. "Shit," she said as she released my wrists and sat back, her legs folded at the knee but still spread on the outside of my hips. She startled when she realized she was still sitting between my legs, and backed up again, this time sitting on the floor with me and sliding backwards until her back hit the wall.

"I… forgot," she added by way of explanation. Her chest was heaving for a different reason now. "I'm sorry."

I didn't know what to say, so I just stared at her from where I'd propped myself up on my elbows to watch her. She moved like a warrior in battle, panicked and desperate but still carrying a calm confidence that only she could pull off.

After a moment, she looked down. "… You like me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Lauren! Where'd all our chocolate go?" Julia came to the door.

"I don't know," Lauren told her, her face the picture of prefect innocence that of course proved her guilt. It took me a moment to realize that she was doing it to protect what we'd just done, by confessing to something so petty and chocolate thievery. Make sure no one noticed my face, which I was sure still told the story of what happened. She's such an actress.

Julia rolled her eyes.

"Well I bought more!" Lauren assured her, standing and leaving with Julia.

I stayed on her bedroom floor for a minute, trying and failing to understand what had just happened.

The only thing I did know was the answer to the question she'd whispered. I said it out loud. There was no denying it.

"Yes. Yes, I like you." Shit.