Author's Note: So, for this past while certain circumstances have forced me to put a lot of things on hold. I've had limited access to computers and the internet, but a few reviews have inspired the writer within... Actually, this has been written up for quite some time, I just haven't made the time to post real reason why I'm doing this today... is a far stranger reason than any of you could ever imagine, I'm sure. I had a dream... Yes, a dream. Let me explain this to you in vague detail as great detail would surely scar any one of you who aren't Voltar fan girls...

As you know, Frogg has a tendency to get distracted by...well, lets face it, any pretty thing who's the opposite gender of himself. Well, sadly, I'm sure if things didn't move along with Pamela, he'd go to the next girl who'd take an interest in him... Anyways, taking this into consideration after a L.O.S.E. marathon and far too much junkfood for my funny brain, while I was sleeping, my head canon decided to take a turn for the characters in this story, impatient with my reluctance and procrastination, took matters into their own hands... Frogg left Pamela for someone who easily embraced his evil side, Pamela, broken hearted, turned evil, which in turn attracted Voltar... So to prevent Voltar and Pamela from continuing onto their evil wedding and doing what couples do on wedding nights and having a dozen hemleted babies... I have posted this next chapter... Enjoy.

Chapter 37

"Miss, I've completed all of pages thirteen through twenty-eight, just like you've asked."

She sure is beautiful... Even after a month and a half, her bright personality hasn't dulled or flickered one bit. As she prattles on I can't help admiring but loathing the sleekness of every part of her. Even her ears look perfect and yet, ears, I've found, are the oddest feature to find on a human being.

"So, like I'd suggested..."

I never thought I'd have such a dislike and admiration for someone...

"Miss?"

"Yes, that would be fine, Victoria." I respsond without batting an eye. I have no idea what she'd just said, but she nods and skimpers away, so I assume it was something that she was perfectly capable of handling herself. I sit at my desk and feel my hands moving on their own, but I paid no mind to what I was drawing.

All this worry... for what? Victoria's only met Frogg once, and from what I could tell, he was merely stunned by her beauty just as I was when I had first met her. It's not as if he'd fall for her and dump me in the ditch... I have a wonderful personality. I've known Doktor Frogg far longer than she... Plus I know the gang. I've seen Frogg's gruesome past.

Yet... the saying goes... love at first sight... Not love at first personality. And he was by no means falling over his shoes when he'd assisted in my kidnapping.

My cell had startled me out of my thoughts. "Hello- uh, Pamela- you've reached Pamela-"

"Hello," a nasally voice drawls out.

I roll my eyes, because it is obviously Voltar, but I pretend to not recognize his voice, "Hello, who is this, please?"

Voltar snickers, "This is head of the Refridgerator Management Team. Tell me, is your refridgerator running?"

"I'm not home at the moment, so I wouldn't know."

"Well you better go and catch it- hey!" Here he goes with his whining again- "You were supposed to say 'yes', you- you... you evil-squashing fun-ruiner!"

"Don't call me for pranks, Voltar!" I holler into the reciever.

"They aren't pranks you goody-two-shoes freak!" He fires back.

"Midget!"

"Hostage!" A small click and I hear the dial tone.

'Hostage'... That's how all of this started. I was merely a stepping stool for Voltar, Red and... Frogg... A tool to get them what they wanted...

I push harshly down on my pencil and hear the lead crack. When I look down I see a sketch of Doktor Frogg and Victoria, hand in hand, looking like the perfect, evil couple. In the corner of the page, I see myself, a look of helplessnes and despair consuming my face. The pencil of mine had created a deep indent over the sketch of myself...

"Miss?"

As quickly as possible, I tear the page off of my desk and stuff it into my jacket.

"-Uh, sorry, are you alright?"

I swallow back the lump in my throat, "Yes, Victoria, I'm fine."

"Oh, I can't believe myself! Look at me, having myself a pity party, and for what? She's only met him once! Oh, man!" As I pace across the cushiony carpets in my room, Fian, in his bowl, follows my steps. "You know what I'm going to do?"

Fian swims back and lets out a plethoral of bubbles.

I march up to Fian's bowl and stared him straight in the eyes. "I am going to go over to the League's house, I am going to stride to Frogg's side, and I am going to tell him that I love and trust him and I will believe every word I will have said!"

Fian bobs up and down excitedly.

"You're right! No backing down! This is a great idea! I mean, what's a relationship if you can't openly express yourself?" I snatch up some of Fian's snacks, drop a small amount into his bowl and blow him a quick kiss.

"Doktor Frogg!" I say as I yank the front door open. I know it's rude to barge in but this is a very big step for me and-

"P-Pamela!" I barely hear Frogg, but I see his lips moving and saying my name in shock.

I feel every part of myself freeze. In front of my eyes-

"Get out of my lair you floozy blonde. No one wants you here!"

'Floosy'...? Voltar's words even cause me to blink a few times.

"Voltar!" I didn't think Red would catch onto that word... but still he was piping up to the rescue- "You can't yell at a woman!"

Ah... Well, it's not like the words were misplaced... Before my eyes was Victoria in the shortest skirt I'd ever seen her wear and her top, if not bad enough that it was skintight, was sheer and showcased her bright undergarments quite shamelessly.

"Very curious, Victoria." I say loudly and clearly. "Tell me, why are you here?"

Red, Doomageddon and Victoria all look towards me. It may have been my crossed arms or hard set glare, but something about me caused Doomy to whine and disappear in a fiery flash.

Voltar, the only one not looking at me with wide eyes, sighed heavily and let off an atmosphere of annoyance. "We already have one unwanted female in the lair. Why are you here, Hostage?"

I turn to glare at the man in blue and the floozy in black and green, who are practically bound together, and try to unpurse my lips. "I can't seem to remember."

"Then leave," Voltar spat at me. He doesn't really like me... but hopefully he dislikes Victoria more...

"Voltar, will you come with me for a moment?" My eyes flickered to the two who were trying to separate themselves from eachother... Maybe they were glued together... "I have a proposition for you."

Voltar's antennae quirk up and then fall backwards. The motion was quite cat-like. "Ew..."

"Why is the word 'proposition' always taken as something else?" I asked harshly, trying not to take offence. I had to remember that this was Voltar.

"Why should I listen to you-"

"Just come on," I tell him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him behind me.

"Hey! Unhand me, you wreched, goody-two-shoes filth! I will not be man-handled by someone on the side of good!" Voltar's screeching was a weapon on its own... "The League of Super Evil's leader will not be man-handled by anyone!"

When reach the kitchen I let go of him and lean to one side, placing a hand on my hip for support.

"Look," I huffed, "have you ever heard of the phrase 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'?"

Voltar was patting his wrist off as if I had contaminated him... "What are you getting at, Hostage?"

I look at Voltar's impatient self and decided to cut to the chase. I leaned in and whisper -in case we have any eavesdroppers- as quietly as possible "I want you to unleash your evil genius on Victoria."

Voltar grinned. "Interesting..."

"But the thing is, you can't let Frogg or Red or even Doomy know. As you have probably noticed, they are immune to her good looks."

"They are weak when it comes to the other species... Except for you now. Seems that their temporary obsession with you has worn off." Voltar smirks that smirk he always does before he insulting me mercilessly. "No doubt because the only appeal that you have is your gender. There's really nothing special about you, hard-on-the-eyes Hostage."

I try my best not to smack him on the wrist for that, but the temptation is strong... I keep my original goal in mind and chuckle dryly at his...joke. Then, I recall his jab at the whole female gender... I raise my brow and ask, crossing my arms, "Other species?"

"Girls." He says as if it's the most obvious thing.

"Oh." I decide to try and fluff up his already huge ego to boost my success rate with this whole thing... "Since you are so masterly and ingenious with all things considering evil, I think you can do this on your own, right?"

"Seems you aren't completely thick in the skull, Hostage." Voltar stands tall, or...tall for him, and puffs out his chest. "I am, indeed, the greatest mastermind to have roamed the earth- no, the universe! Any evil deed to be executed can certainly be executed by myself!"

"By yourself, by yourself?" I ask, trying to fit in another idea I had thought up. "Wouldn't a great mastermind such as yourself require assistance from an underling?"

"Hmm, yes... I suppose a good villain never goes without an assistant or henchman."

"But who... All of your team seem to practically fall over Victoria... And the Henchbots would no doubt do so quite literally."

"You make a fair point," Voltar agrees, playing with that weird face piece on his helmet as if it were a mustache.

I wait for him to suggest me. I was the only logical choice by now.

"Why do you want to do this, anyways? Aren't you on the side of good?" Voltar practically regurgitates when he said 'good'...

"Well," I can't tell him that I'm asking him because his 'evil deeds' are merely pranks... "there comes a time in everyone's life when they want to experience the other side of morality. You know, to see if it's better. I guess you could say it's an 'is the grass really greener on the other side?' situation."

"That makes no sense. Villains strive to not have grass. You really are thick in the skull, aren't you?" Voltar's pity look was far more insulting than any words he's ever spoken to me...

"No," I say, impatient at Voltar's stupidity. "I mean I want to see if I like the evil side better than the good side."

"Oh, well why didn't you say so?" Voltar smiles the biggest smile I've seen on him yet. "Well, Pamela, be prepared to have your mind blown. Once I'm through with you, you'll never want to be a goody-two-shoes ever again!"

"I'm brimming over with evil joy." I say, noticing how odd it sounds when he calls me by my name. For a moment I begin to think that this entire prank-Victoria-until-she-leaves-the-League-alone thing might be a bad idea...

A giggle comes from the living room, and I hear Frogg and Red fawn over Victoria once more. Frogg even spouts some nonsense about him being a 'Doktor'...

"Oh, yes..." I say with confidence this time. "I certainly feel that evil bubble rising up in my spirits..."

Voltar chortles darkly. "There may be hope for you yet, Hostage... Or should I say, temporary assistant, Pamela."

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but... OCs? Maybe. Meh.