A/N: Sorry it's been a while... Anyway, I feel a little reciporcation is in order, late though it is... Ms. Rose Thornz has written a lovely tale in the rated T section called "Rose With ItsThornz." Thanks again to PunkRoseBlitz for the shout-out! :D

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Christian grinned at his bandmates. "Look at it this way. There are two men and two women in this group. Everybody gets an 'I'm not gay' pair of partners!"

"Oh, well THAT takes all the sting out of having to pray when you don't do that sort of thing." Khira huffed, then eyed both Christian and Johnny. "I'm not the hand-holdy sort. Don't make it weird."

Christian smirked, but before he could speak, Pandora shot her palm across the back of his head. "Not the time, not the place. Although," Pandora glared at Johnny, "holding hands with Johnny feels... odd. You sure you can't trade places with Khira?"

Christian laughed openly. "I am not holding Johnny's hand, love. Sorry. You're going to have to put up and shut up."

"Hey!" Johnny narrowed his eyes at Pandora and Christian. "One of you is doing it, one way or another. Quit bloody fighting over it!"

"It's alright, Johnny," Khira said sweetly, almost mockingly, "I'll hold your hand." She smirked and took his hand in hers.

Johnny drew himself up tall and nodded. "Thank you, love! Now," he smirked and outstetched his other hand to the other pair. "Which of you is going to take it?" He waggled his brow.

"Ewwwww, you're making it weird!" Christian batted at the hand, hitting it towards Pandora, who huffed.

"I'll do it, you big baby!" She snatched Johnny's hand and glared at Christian, who stood by his love and laced his fingers with hers. He then glanced at Khira, who rolled her eyes, sighed, and clasped hands with her friend.

"Alright," Pandora said, "There isn't an incantation or phrase or anything. Just think of the Hypersphere."

"Best shot we got," Khira said, shrugging. "Let's do it."

The four warriors exchanged glances, and one by one, they closed their eyes and focused their thoughts on the Hypersphere. The sounds of the Beast snarling and stomping faded to nothingness, and soon not even the ambient noises of molten lava flowing in the background graced their ears.

Khira was the first to peek, her eyelids opening just a little. She saw Johnny, then Pandora, then Christian each still deep in thought, and all around them was blackness. She opened her eyes further and turned her head, looking around. "Whoa."

Pandora's eyes opened next, followed by Johnny, then Christian. "Whoa, indeed," she agreed with Khira. Christian and Pandora held fast to each other's hands, while Johnny and Khira pressed their fingertips against the back of each other's. Christian let go of Khira, and Johnny let go of Pandora. Like a seal had been broken, the air moved abruptly and strongly, blue particles swirling around them.

"What is-Mmph!" Christian's question was cut short by Pandora clasping her hand over his mouth. "We get one question. One. Don't mess this up." She glared at Johnny and Khira. "Any of you." Christian nodded helplessly and Pandora released him.

"Whoa!" Johnny took his turn to shout the word, stumbling, though the ground never actually moved. All around them, as though they were standing in the middle of a cube, wormholes were opening, but they did not manipulate the air or the gravity in the room. When this realization dawned on Johnny, he righted himself again and stared warily. As soon as he was fine again, the wormholes turned into fire, the red and orange glow of burning embers shooting skyward violently around them.

A hissing sound came from all directions, and a thousand voices spoke as one, male and female, ranging from very young to very old. "Speak, travelers."

Pandora glanced at the group, reminding them to remain silent. She thought a second, then spoke clearly and authoritatively. "We're here on behalf of the Demigod of Rock!"

The voices collectively laughed in derision at Pandora's statement. "'The Demigod of Rock,'" they repeated mockingly. "He has no sway here, mortals."

Pandora grit her teeth, standing defiantly. "We are afforded one question, regardless of his jurisdiction," she said with unwavering certainty. "You are bound to that by your own law."

The voices made a reluctant vocalization of consent. "True." The fire gave way to an image of stone structures reminiscent of Stonehenge. "Speak," they demanded tersely, contempt dripping from the words. As Pandora opened her mouth to speak, she was halted. "Ah ah. Keep your reply down to four words or less."

Pandora's rage grew, and she made an aggressive gesture, but did not ask 'why'; the word was bitten off, and instead she puffed her cheeks up, then sighed exhasperatedly. She shut her eyes and calmed herself just enough to keep from uttering the wrong thing. She stared pointedly at the stone structure in front of her, as though it was listening. "Who called the Beast?"

The voices laughed lyrically. "The one that called the Beast is not of your realm, mortal." They spat out the words like bile, as though mentioning such a fact was beneath them. They paused to consider the implications of Pandora's question. "Hmmm. The one you seek resides in the wormhole."

The bandmates exchanged glances, some hiding their confusion better than others. They were afforded only one question, and at that the cacophony of voices laughed, having given them the answer to their question. Pandora drew her brow together. "And you will not tell us his name."

"You get one question!" The voices started to howl, offense taken to Pandora's masked question.

"It was a statement seeking confirmation," she counter-argued.

The voices growled. "A veiled question is still a question. Now, go! You have the answer to your question." Before Pandora could protest, the world seemed to melt around them, nothingness enveloping the group once again. They were brought back to the altar, as though the background just faded in from the blackness.

Pandora strode with purpose back to their bus. Christian followed after her after a concerned glance towards Johnny and Khira, who were left behind the other two, taking more time to get to the bus. Johnny let loose with his complaints. "The wormhole? What the hell is that!" He gestured wildly like a man frustrated. "How are we supposed to find a wormhole? Do we just make one? Why did they limit Pandora to 4 words? Seriously, Khira, what the blue fuck just happened back there?"

"I don't know!" Khira, bombarded with questions that demanded answers they did not have, defended herself against the barrage. "I do not know. But Pandora seems to have got something in mind. Relax. We'll figure it out." Neither of them stopped to chat, both just marching back to the bus.

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The bus rumbled along the sandy road, leaving the Beast to itself. As it disappeared from the rear view mirror, Khira sighed. She leaned against the desk where Pandora worked, looking down at the laptop. "Have ya got anything just yet?"

Pandora shot a look at Khira, then returned her attention to the laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "I just started, Khira. Why should I have anything?"

"You kidding? You practically teleported back here, without Johnny's help, and you think I didn't pick up on the fact that you may have eve the barest scrap of where to start?" She met Pandora's pensive gaze with a lifted eyebrow and narrowed eyes.

Pandora huffed quietly and muttered, "Christian always does say you're too damned smart and curious for your own good." She spun the laptop so Khira could see it. "Here. There are multiple wormhole openings and locations on our planet. Several billions in the galaxy, but hey, we haven't exactly mastered space travel yet, so here are our choices."

Khira leaned down and eyed the location list closely. "Well, looks like we have a problem. Most of these damned locations are in oceans and seas." She pursed her lips. Pandora, staring at her bandmate, waited for her to see what she did. "Huh. Funny... the only accessible one is in Cardiff, Wales." As soon as Khira said it, she clasped her hands over her mouth and looked, wild-eyed at Pandora. "You're fucking kidding me, right?"

Pandora gave an impish smirk. "No, no joking here. The writers of Doctor Who do often draw from some small bits of scientific fact. Now it's a matter of finding times, conditions, etc. that will be most in our favor. Also, finding out what those conditons are, exactly. Yeah... we only have a place. No time, no prerequisites, nothing of the sort."

Khira blew air to get her bangs out of her face. "Still a trip! Insane. Just insane. And awesome."

"Geek," Pandora chuckled. Khira left Pandora to her devices, knowing the bookworm drummer could only stand distraction from research for so long before she becomes annoyed, and quickly unbearable.

"You love me anyway!" Khira called over her departing shoulder at Pandora with a cheeky smile before she left the drummer in peace.

The lounge area of their bus was populated by Christian and Johnny who seemed to be putting their heads together, too. "No, no, no!" Christian waved his arms negatively, as if to brush away Johnny's suggestion, which Khira had failed to hear before entering. "Look, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure was a great movie. I'm not disputing that! But we're not going to find a time-travelling phone booth!"

Johnny furrowed his brow. "I'm not suggesting that, Christian. You really have a low opinion on my intelllect, don't you?" Before the disagreement could become personal and ugly, Johnny looked up to see his love enter the room. "Ah, here we are!" Johnny grinned and tugged Khira by the wrist into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. "So, Pandora have anything that can help us?"

Khira nodded. "She does. She has a starting point, a most likely area where we can find a wormhole entrance here on Earth." She shook her head. "Many portals into the wormhole all over this planet, but most of them are over some sort of water. There was one, however." She trailed off a second, having heard the last bit of Johnny's and Christian's arguement. "But, um. Yeah. You know that British science fiction show, Doctor Who?"

Johnny snorted. "Love, I am British. If I hadn't at least heard of it by now, I would have to turn in my Brit card."

"Right, I figured as much. But. Yeah. Uh. Wormhole. Cardiff, Wales. Most likely place to succeed in finding the entity."

Johnny stared a moment, then faceplanted into the palm of his hand, sighing heavily. "You're making that up."

"What?"

"You're making it up."

"I'm not, though! Pandora said so, and I saw the data for myself!" She huffed indignantly, then pushed Johnny with semi-playfulness when she saw he was beginning to laugh. "Oh, now, not the time or place!" Khira snuck in a small nip, though a hard one on the soft flesh of his neck, eliciting from him a shudder. He stared dangerously at Khira.

"Oh god, not here." Christian broke out a sqeeze bottle full of water and began misting the singer and guitar player with cold water. "Focus, people, focus! What can we do? What do we need?"

Khira, annoyed with Chrisian's methods, wiped her face and sighed. "Padora is looking into things like that."

"That's my girl," he smiled with pride. "She will let us know when she needs us," he confirmed.

"I understand," Khira said plainly. "Mean time, I could use a few things." She smiled slyly at Johnny, who in turn smirked viciously. "We will figure out the rest as we go, I suppose," she mused, wondering when they would need more snow sent into oblivion.

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A/N2: This took me months to sit and write, haha. I have absolutely no idea what I meant by "more snow sent into oblivion" but I kept it because it seemed funny. xD I was REALLY tired when I wrote it, and going back to read it now it makes no sense. Eh, whatever. xD