Author's Note

I don't think any of us realised that, you know, Taylor was only pregnant for like...Two months because I got the dates all spazzed up. It should have been...June 2012. But can we all play along for a second and I'll clear a few things up:

This chapter takes place Christmas Eve 2012.

The babies are now 6 months old.

I'm a really stupid 13 year old girl because I don't think stuff through, like, you know, how Taylor's twins were 6 months early. That, or I'm just crap at maths.

Forgive my stupidity. At least I realised and cleared all this up. I couldn't NOT do that because I confused myself. It's kinda funny. How, you know, none of us realised.

The Crash

Chapter 27

"Merry Christmas Eve." Taylor mumbled when everybody woke up on the 24th of December.

"It's Christmas Eve already?" Katy asked.

"Yeah. I just want to go home." Taylor said, sighing and rocking Austin in her arms.

"We'll get home. Eventually." Gerard said, smiling at Taylor and sighing.

"Yeah, of course we will." Lady Gaga agreed.

"FUCK YEAH WE WILL!" Frank jumped up.

"Yeah...Frank, we get it." Mikey said.

"NO, FUCK YEAH, WE'RE GETTING OFF!" He jumped around like a lunatic and pointed out to sea.

There was a small boat-a speed boat- shooting towards the island.

"OH MY GOD!" Ke$ha screamed, putting her arms around Mikey.

They all rejoiced and danced around while the boat neared the island.

When it reached the edge of the island, they realised there were three girls on it. All smiling like maniacs.

"YOU'RE ALIVE!" The girl with blonde hair screeched.

"THEY ARE ALIVE FUCK YEAH WOO O MY GOOOOD!" The oldest one screamed.

"GET ON THE BOAT!" The one with brown hair shouted.

"LET'S GO!" The oldest one steered the boat away from the island.

"Are you...really...MIKEY?" The girl with brown hair asked, feeling his face.

"Yeah..." He said, batting her hand away.

"Why are you carrying a baby, Gerard?" The blonde girl asked.

"Long story." Gerard said, exchanging looks with Taylor.

One the boat ride, they learnt the oldest girl was called Maria, the blonde one was called Stevie and the brown haired girl was called Eve. They we huge MCR fans and Maria proposed they sail out across the ocean looking for the lost celebrities.

Fan girls can be real creepy.

They also learnt that when they got back, Stevie would be calling her dad to let him know they had found everyone, safe and sound, then take a plane to LA, where everybody would be meeting with their families again.

"It was, like, an official thing, this." Eve explained. "We're the official search party for you guys. We were the only people who wanted to do it, and had the ability to do it. Plus we were absolutely sure you weren't dead."

"Best Christmas present ever." Taylor said, and smiled at Gerard, before they kissed.

The three fan girls were shocked.

"IS THAT WHERE THE BABIES CAME FROM?" Stevie asked, grinning.

"We think so." Frank grinned and then he and Katy kissed.

"Woah." Eve's eyes bulged. "You guys have a lot of explaining to do to the rest of the world."

True. They really did.