AN: Thanks as ever to everyone who is reading this story and, particularly, to Cartoonist Grirl6 for reviewing the last chapter. This latest instalment re-works one of the Tori Takes Requests clips on The Slap website. I figured after recent incidents that our couple deserved an out-and-out screwball comedy.

I got a very strange call from my girlfriend this morning before class; she told me she was going to pick me up after school because she needed me all weekend. Sounds good to me so far; she did add, though, that she wanted me to film something for a 'Tori takes requests' scene – apparently she gets posts on The Slap asking her to do weird stuff and then films herself doing it; I don't get it. Still, she asked and it's a great opportunity to spend the bulk of the weekend with her so I was ready and waiting with my camera when she swung by campus late afternoon.

"Hey cheekbones" I greeted her with a kiss.

"You guys are all the same; you only see one thing" she joked, swatting my arm playfully. "It's good to see your bruises have faded a bit" she added softly, turning her head to examine my jaw.

It was true; I looked less battle-scarred now. I was slowly healing, plus Robbie had loaned me some of his infamous male make-up and I had been applying a little over my wounds, especially while I was at work, so I didn't terrify anyone.

We arrived at the Vega house; Tori had filled me in on what the request would involve. I'd told her, for the record, that I thought it was mean; she argued that it was all a bit of fun – and that Trina had done worse to her before now. I set up the camera to point at us while we looked at her laptop and switched it on.

"Hey-dee-oh-dee-duh-doh-doh; it's me, Tori"

"Hey-dee-oh-dee-duh-doh-doh?"

"Shut up" she muttered from the corner of her mouth.

"Hey, I'm Freddie; it's Friday and I'm just hanging at Tori's."

"Alright, as I often do I'm gonna go on my Slap page… clicking now… and I am gonna read a request."

"Ooh, let me read it" I piped up.

"Ok"

"Hey Tori, I wanna see you scare your sister at least seven times." I turned to my girl biting back the urge to ask why anyone would want to see this. "Think you can do it?" I settled for.

"Uh maybe, my weekend is pretty free. We should video it, yeah?"

In resigned tones I concurred. "Sure. Don't forget" I reminded her "I have work tomorrow, but we should be able to get it done tonight, tomorrow night and maybe some of Sunday."

"Yay" my girlfriend concluded, giving me a hug and peck on the cheek for the camera.

Tori's first opportunity came an hour later; Trina was sat watching TV with us and headed to the bathroom, taking some of her beauty products with her.

"Turn the camera on" Tori whispered as she stood in wait just around the corner from the bathroom door.

Sure enough as her sister left the bathroom Tori leapt round the corner screaming, causing her to jump and drop her products and yell "TORI!"

My girl just turned to the camera. "One" she declared.

After that Trina skulked off to her room for a while; the two of us stayed in the living area watching a movie before the elder Vega sibling returned downstairs to fix herself some cereal.

"Shh" Tori placed a finger on her lips, motioning to me to switch the camera on again and follow her. She snuck up behind Trina before yelling and grabbing her. Again Trina jumped, this time sending cereal everywhere around their kitchen.

"What is WRONG with you?" she shrieked while my girl celebrated, turning to the camera with a cry of "Two."

Again Trina decided that her room was preferable to being downstairs with us; she stomped off upstairs slamming her bedroom door behind her. I felt a little uncomfortable, and bad for her, but Tori was giggling with glee; not having any siblings I don't get the whole rivalry and bickering thing. Again Tori assured me that it was all good-natured really, and that sometimes taking her sister down a peg or two just had to be done. She also gave me some stories of stuff Trina has done to her over the years so she claimed it was "long overdue pay-back".

After the movie ended we went to bed. We lay cuddling together when a thought struck me.

"I thought Trina had said nothing scared her anymore; y'know, after she saw your grandmother naked that time."

I felt Tori shudder slightly against me at that thought and allowed myself a small smile at her discomfit.

"Obviously I can scare her" she reasoned, turning in my arms and seeking out my lips.

We had just finished breakfast the following morning and I was getting ready to go to work (Tori would drive me there and back) when we heard Trina's door opening. With a gleam in her eye my girl crept to the space under the stairs. I sighed, rolled my eyes but dutifully switched my camera on as Trina jogged downstairs holding her purse.

As her sister reached the foot of the stairs Tori emerged from her hiding place with a loud scream, causing Trina to drop her purse.

"STOP DOING THAT!"

A smile for the camera and call of "Three" were Tori's only responses.

My shift at work was passing quickly; I'd been put on repairs and upgrades today so I had little to do with any actual customers. Before I realised it I was being sent for my lunch break; I called Tori to see how she was – she hadn't pulled any more stunts on her sister but had a couple of ideas. I wasn't sure I really wanted to know so I chose not to ask. I called Carly as well; she's been checking in regularly ever since her recent impromptu visit. Things are good for her at the moment, Sam too; school seems to be going well for them both. I mentioned what we were doing with Tori's request; like me she thought it was rather mean but she made a note to watch it once we'd uploaded the finished clip to The Slap.

My afternoon continued in similar vein; I spent most of it away from the counter or shop floor simply working on items that had been booked in. I clocked out at the end and met my girl; she was leaning against her car waiting for me.

"Miss me?" I greeted her, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Always" she murmured, pulling me in for another kiss. "You wanna get take-out on the way home?"

"Sounds good"

We collected our food from the local take-out, the same Chinese we had visited just after I got out of hospital. This time it was just dinner for two; Trina and their parents had eaten earlier, Tori wanted to wait for me. As we were eating Trina emerged from upstairs, walked past us with minimal acknowledgement, picked up a glass and retrieved some juice from their fridge. Tori took the opportunity; she handed me my camera and moved stealthily into the kitchen. As her sister turned from the fridge Tori broke into a run, yelling as she did. Trina dropped the juice and glass in response, smashing the latter (though fortunately the juice bottle's cap was still in place).

"I'm telling mom and dad!" she complained and stormed off.

"Four" declared Tori in satisfaction.

"Don't you think you should cool it?" I suggested in concern.

"Nah, we've only three more to do."

It would be mid-morning on Sunday before Tori seized her next opportunity; Trina went to the store and Tori was lying in wait as soon as she pulled her car back into the driveway.

"Ok here she comes" my girl whispered. "Quick, turn the camera on."

She stood behind the door waiting for her sister to come through; Trina did so, holding her purchases in front of her. Tori leapt out again with a shout, causing Trina to drop her bag with a shriek.

"Why do it?" she demanded.

"Five" said Tori, looking at me and my camera with a smile and waving a spread palm at it.

We retired to Tori's room for a while to allow Trina's ire to dissipate somewhat. Emerging an hour later we found Trina utterly engrossed in browsing her catalogue on the dining table. For reasons I never understood Tori decided to don a fake moustache for this "scare". She crept behind Trina and grabbed her around her neck causing her, once again, to jump in fright and to scream.

"That made my heart stop!" she berated her little sister, hitting her with the catalogue as she did.

"Six" trilled Tori with undisguised delight.

Lunch gave Tori the opportunity to complete the request; Trina was sat eating on the couch, absorbed in her TV show. My girlfriend tip-toed behind her before yelling. Trina screamed as she jumped, her food flying everywhere.

"I HATE THAT" she bawled as she turned to her sister.

"Seven" Tori celebrated.

We ended the sketch as we started it, sat side-by-side in front of the camera and Tori's laptop. I had spent part of the afternoon editing the footage and tidying it up; it was time to sign off.

"And you're welcome" Tori smiled into the camera before switching it off.

AN: I felt a little sorry for Trina while I was writing this. The clip itself is quite funny, but it was rather mean to her – as is typical of the show really.