Want a mini story about Show Pony and Missile Kid? And Doctor Death Defy, of course. Your choice.

Fun Ghoul flew back, the world's dreary colours merging together and silence layering like a vast, thick fog. As he hit the sharp edge of the curb, his hands instinctively went to feel his chest, where the laser should have hit. Nothing. He felt the cold fabric, then sat up. He didn't get hit? He didn't get hit so…

"GERARD!" Kobra Kid screamed at the top of his lungs. Fun Ghoul stared, his eyes wide and stinging with the shock. Party Poison lay in front of him. Smoke rose slowly from the middle of his chest.

Silence.

Party Poison's mask seemed to fade slightly from its usual bright yellow to a pale sort of peach. The blue dots changed to a sky blue. Korse had passed out in the car, his head now hitting the horn of the car. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

The unwelcome noise woke Jet from his shock induced trance, bringing all sense back to him. He dragged Party Poison into the car, who coughed slightly. He grabbed Ghoul's hand and pulled him up, then pushed him into the back with Poison. "Look after him. We'll get him to the diner."

"The diner's gone." Kobra squeaked, barely. "Dr. Death's dead."

"Show pony's still there, right?" Jet left Fun Ghoul tending to Poison, small murmurs leaving the gap between his lips. "We can go and help."

"Are you sure he'll make it? That was a close range hit and trust me, I've seen so many cases where recruits didn't make it. If he dies, I'll … I'll never forgive myself."

"Mike, trust me. This is from one friend to another. Have faith in Gee, he'll be fine." Jet put his hand on Kobra's shoulder and looked into his eyes, re-assuring him. After a moment, Jet pulled Kobra into a hug. "It's good to have you back, Kobra Kid."

"You too, Jet Star."

"Now get in the car!" Kobra saluted, grinning.

"Yes, Sir!" He quickly got into the back of the car, looking over Poison with Ghoul. Jet jumped into the passenger seat and turned himself to face the others. "Cuff keys. Now!" Fun Ghoul quickly grabbed the keys. They clinked together as he chucked them into the palm of Jet's hand. Jet's fingers, slightly shaky, grabbed the key and un-cuffed Korse. He raised his black, stained boot to Korse's thigh and kicked with force. He crashed out of the door and tumbled onto the road.

"We can't just leave him there!" Kobra glanced up from his brother. "Look, we formed an alliance, whether we like it or not. We don't break alliances."

Jet grumbled. "Give me the car keys." Hesitating slightly, Ghoul rummaged through Poison's pocket and grabbed the keys. He paused, glancing at Kobra who shook his head slightly. "If we take Korse."

"Are you hearing yourself, Frank?! This is Korse!"

"I don't care. If Party can trust him, I can too."

"Me too. I trust Gerard with my life. You should too." Kobra joined in. Gee moaned, sweat glistening on his forehead. "If we don't hurry up, he's going to run out of time. We need to stop that laser burning, or it's going to do some serious damage, or even kill him."

Jet jumped out of the car with haste, gripping his fingers around Korse's arms. He hauled him, kicking open the boot of the car with the heel of his shoes. He stuffed Korse's body in and slammed it shut. Jogging around the front, he jumped into the driver's seat and stuck the key into the ignition, turning it and then letting it dangle. He stomped violently on the accelerator, the car jolting forwards with haste.

After driving for ten minutes, Poison started to lose consciousness. "He would be fine if you didn't force me to take that evil twat!"

"You think you know best, don't you, Jet!? You're an alcoholic, you're in debt. You kept your mask. Now you think you know Gee? Keep your eyes on the road."

He fell silent.

A few minutes later and they had reached the barren road with the diner. It would almost be fitting if a solemn tumbleweed strolled across the picked off tarmac.

Hurrying, Jet and Ghoul grabbed Poison and hastily hauled him to the front door. Kobra ran ahead with the keys and opened it for them. He was greeted with sudden warmth around his waist as a small child wrapped her arms around him.

"Poison's hurt."

She gave him a look of horror, then ran off through an arch way, draped with beads, to the other room. She returned with another female in a white, non-sleeved, cut off shirt with blue writing, a motorbike helmet – like Kobra's but white and blue – and blue and white polka-dot leggings. "Show Pony, can you treat him? He was hit by a close range laser."

"What sort?" Her voice was somewhat distorted in an absurd way.

"Korse's."

Silence, except for the immediate crash of items from a diner table as Jet and Ghoul lifted an injured Party Poison onto it, shoving any item that wasn't needed away.

"I'll see what I can do." The small girl - Missile Kid – lifted a rather heavy bag over her head and placed it on the table next to Poison. "Hi Party…" A small groan escaped his pale lips. "It's me, Missile… I've missed you. We all have. Show Pony's going to look after you. She'll make you better, right Show?"

Show Pony glanced at the kid, then to Kobra. "Take her."

"…Right, Show…?" Missile repeated. "You're going to make him better, right?"

"Go with Kobra. I'm going to do what I can." Her voice had a metallic tang as usual, but suddenly a less bouncy approach. She used to dance around on her skates constantly; humming the tunes MCR always came up with. They were brilliant, of course, and Gee had given her coaching lessons. She sounded pretty good, but now that Dr. Death Defy was dead, I guess there wasn't really anything for her to be happy about.

Kobra put his hand flat on Missile's back and led her to the other room. "Is Party going to be okay?"

"Oh c'mon, Missile! This is Party we're talkin' about here. He ain't gonna die. Killjoys never die."

Missile kid mumbled slightly as they went into Dr. Death's radio station/garage. Their smiles faltered, seeing the garage door left open where Kobra had walked out to meet the man, and a small splash of blood left darted along the concrete outside.

Fun Ghoul closed his eyes, savouring whatever delicate memory he had of Dr. DD. The echo of him in the room embedded it's self in their heads.

"The future is bulletproof!" He sat in front of his radio, leaning into it as usual. "The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it proud." He jumped up, grabbing the microphone in his hands enthusiastically. "Killjoys, make some noise!"

But when he opened his eyes he accepted the inevitable truth.

Dr. Death Defying was dead.

Poison injured.

THIS is why the Killjoys split in the first place.