AN: I know, I know. HUGE gap between last chapter and epilogue…but there's a reason. I wanted a kind of "time lapse"- you know, let everything sink in and kind of get stale so it won't seem like they're doing this the next day.

Also, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO SEND IN OUTTAKES. I seriously need them, people. Really. I hate begging and being pushy, but I've only gotten about four replies and I really don't think I have the comedic ability to create all the others all by myself. *sheepishly kicks dirt around* So PLEASE send me outtakes. Please.

I was thinking about having the boys watch the outtakes, and having you hear their comments about them. What do you think? You like it? Good. Tee-hee.

Okay, enough babbling. On with the story. And have fun, Lute, if you're reading this (I'm sorry, I don't know who's reading and who isn't, so this applies to all Snitch lovers!),…because we have Soldier!Snitch in this chapter! Yummy…if there's anything I love most in life, it's a man in uniform, so newsies in uniform…yum…

                                                                                                                                               

Racetrack

            I was the last to arrive, mainly because I had accidentally slept in. I pulled off my sunglasses as I once again stepped through the doors of the Big Brother house.

            "Hey Race!"

            I looked up and came face to face with Jack, who pulled me into a firm bear-hug and then pushed me forward to the main room. "Come on, you bum. We're all waiting on you."

            I said my hellos to all the other guys, and I took a seat between Specs and Jack. Not surprisingly, Specs and Dutchy were sitting practically on top of each other and holding hands, and Blink had his arm around Mush's shoulders, who in turn had his hand on Blink's leg. Both couples, still together. And as my eyes drifted to Snitch, I realized that he was in full military uniform. He'd actually joined the Marines.

            Davey stood up, clapping his hands together. "All right…I'm the master of ceremonies today, so let's get started." He said.

            "What about Sarah?" Snitch suddenly asked, and Davey shrugged.

            "She's still in the high security mental institution. She's already had seven therapists quit on her, and she put three of them in the mental institutions themselves."

            Complete silence. Then, we all burst out laughing.

            "Guys…GUYS!" Davey yelled, finally gaining control of us once again. "We are going to start with Jack, and we'll go around and each person will tell us what he's been up to since leaving the house, including any publicity that is interesting enough to talk about."

            Davey sat down, and Jack leaned forward, thinking a moment.

            "Well, I graduated…and I'm going into a plan with a couple other guys to start a restaurant in Santa Fe. A barbecue and grill place. And I'm dating the girl who ran my fan club while I was in the house. Um…is that enough?"

            "You're dating you're fan club leader?" Spot asked incredulously.

            Jack smiled. "Yeah. And she's a real looker, man."

            Davey cleared his throat. "Itey, you're next."

            Itey had changed a whole lot. He no longer looked like the innocent, scared boy who had hid in the closet during the lightening storm; he was taller, more muscular, toned and athletic looking. In summary, he'd basically had a growth spurt over the year.

            "Well, I'm a senior now. I've gotten athletic scholarship offers from a whole bunch of colleges for soccer, and I'm usually a goalie for the varsity team at my school."

            "Still single?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

            Itey blushed and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Yeah. The publicity's been great, though. I mean, I had a girlfriend for a while, but…it just didn't work out."

            Davey turned his attention from Itey to Snitch, his eyes drifting over him a bit too long for comfort. "Snitch?"

            "As you guys can see, I've joined the Marines…and after spending that long in a house with you guys, basic training was a snap. I, uh…haven't had much contact with my fan base, but I have done interviews once or twice for websites. I'm going to go into the FBI after I finish my first four years in the service."

            Davey nodded, stuttering a bit before speaking. "You, uh…still single?"

            Snitch sighed. "Single and straight, Davey…"

            Davey sighed even heavier and leaned back in his seat. "My turn. I'm in my senior year now, and I'm going to try and get into medical school. I'm still single…but I see that you're still taken, Blink…so I guess that's that. I have a fan club, though. Race, you're next."

            I looked up and quickly gathered my thoughts. "I'm a senior. I'm going to New York University next year to major in business financing and investment…well, Specs and Dutchy already know that, because I'm going to be sharing an apartment with them."

            Blink shot an amused look at Mush. "Are you sure that's such a good idea, Race? I mean, it could get pretty noisy at times…" he asked, and Mush elbowed him violently. He just smiled and shrugged as I rolled my eyes.

            "It's better than staying with two complete strangers."

            "Alright, Specs, it's your turn. And you and Dutchy may as well go together." Davey said.

            Specs looked at Dutchy and then began to speak. "We're both at New York University right now. I'm double majoring in law and criminal psychology, and I'm married."

            We all had to think twice about that one, and we were about to speak until Specs grabbed Dutchy's hand and lifted it. On each of their hands was a silver wedding band.

            "How'd you manage that?" Jack asked.

            Dutchy smiled. "On the way to New York we stopped off in Virginia. It's legal there."

            "So what are you majoring in, Dutchy?" Mush asked.

            "What else? Art."

            Davey pointed at Bumlets next. "Your turn."

            "I'm in my freshman year at UCLA, majoring in dance…my instructor said there's a possibility I could transfer to Julliard my third year. I've actually been in one of Blink's and Mush's movies, kind of a bit part…"

            Spot suddenly interrupted him. "Wait a second…Mush? In a movie?"

            Blink smiled and tightened his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "Yeah. He's a hot commodity in Hollywood now. He's climbing the ladder fast."

            Bumlets cleared his throat noisily. "As I was saying…I'm planning on going to Broadway after college is all done. And I have the sweetest girlfriend in the whole world. She's a dancer too."

            Davey nodded. "Spot?"

            Spot was practically vibrating with energy, though I have no clue why. "I'm a senior. My dad wants me to go to Harvard or something like that, but what I really want to do is go into the Navy and go to WestPoint. Um…I've been talking a lot with Itey since the house, but I haven't talked a whole lot with my fans. Though I do have a lot, mind you."

            "Skittery, your turn." Davey said, and we all turned to face the boy who hadn't spoken a word yet.

            "I…I moved to Indianapolis after the house…I got put in a foster family. I graduated and I'm a freshman at Indiana University. I've been majoring in telecommunications."

            "What about your fans?" Davey asked.

            Skittery smirked. "Turns out my biggest fan group was at IU in the first place. Also turns out that particular fan group was an IU fraternity. So…I'm a member of that fraternity now."

            We all had to laugh at that. Somehow, it just seemed absolutely hilarious that Skittery was living with one of his fan groups. It was also quite funny that his most loyal, dedicated fans were frat boys.

            Figures.

            Davey turned to the only people who hadn't yet spoken. "Mush, Blink…go ahead."

            Mush gestured for Blink to go ahead. "I've done two more movies since being in the house and a whole bunch of TV shows, and Mush and I just recently got an offer for an action and adventure shootout series on primetime. It's a CIA show, and we're going to be playing two undercover agents that have a kind of 'good cop, bad cop' thing going."

            He looked at Mush, and Mush took over quietly. "Yeah, uh…I've been doing a lot of modeling on the side…"

            "Modeling in only boxers sometimes, might I add." Blink added with a wink.

            Mush elbowed him again and continued. "And I got my pilot's license, and I've been flying Blink around for shoots in his private jet. But I think the acting is pretty much going to pay the bills for now."

            "What about your family?" Dutchy asked, and Mush smiled.

            "My mom had my pastor waiting on me at home, but…" he fell at a loss for words, and Blink took over.

            "We basically told that white-collared stiff where he could stick his Bible, we packed Mush's stuff, and then we left. Haven't heard from them since. Well, except for Toby."

            Davey snickered. "Speaking of Toby, we're now going to find out where all of our esteemed guests are and how they're doing. Starting with Grace. Race, you know anything?"

            I shrugged. "No, but I'll bet Skittery does. I'll bet he knows what she's had for dinner every day in the past year."

            All eyes turned to Skittery, and he sighed. "That obsessed bitch has been sending me a letter every day since she left the house. And each letter is usually about fifteen pages long. I can only praise God she doesn't have my phone number."

            "What about Penny? Dutchy?"

            Dutchy shrugged. "No idea. I haven't talked to her since I left for college. But last I heard, her latest boyfriend turned gay on her and dumped her."

            "Boy, that girl sure can pick 'em, can't she?" Spot muttered, and we all laughed.  

            Davey turned to Spot. "And Austin?"

            "He's going to Harvard. But evidently he's been getting lots of hate mail from gay rights groups, so he's pretty miserable."

            That wasn't surprising.

            "Blink, have you heard from Reno?" Davey asked.

            Blink's face broke out into a huge grin. "Well…since she left the house she's been arrested seven times for solicitation and possession of narcotics, and last I heard, her agent dropped her and she's been doing cheap porn."

            "Why doesn't that surprise me?" Dutchy said quietly.

            Davey shifted his gaze to Mush. "And what about Toby?"

            Mush was silent for a moment, a small, suspicious smile on his face.

            "Toby and Ace are living in Miami and going to the University of Miami. I think Ace is majoring in Biomedical Engineering and Toby is majoring in Orthopedics and Rehabilitation."

            I swear, that room stayed in a shocked silence for at least a full twenty seconds. Then Jack just exploded.

            "Toby? And Ace?!"

            Blink laughed. "Yeah. Evidentely Toby enjoyed that kiss a little more than he let on. Or…maybe it's just in the genes." He said, smiling at Mush with honest devotion.

            "I guess that tells us where Ace is, too. And now…we're going to watch some clips from our time in the house." Davey said, and I felt my excitement growing.

            I mean, who knew what happened in this house when my back was turned?

                                                                                                                                               

AN: The setup for the outtakes! Oh, speaking of outtakes…

I NEED OUTTAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. Does that make it clear enough? Hope so. You are welcome to send me outtakes up until you see the chapter posted, because I can always go back and add something right before I post it. In fact, I won't be starting the writing of the chapter until tomorrow (9-19), so send them!

I loved Blink's lines in this chapter. First, "We told that white collared stiff where he could stick his Bible." And then, "You're staying with Specs and Dutchy? Don't you think that would get a bit noisy?"

Tee hee. I'm evil, putting dirty boy-on-boy thoughts into your heads…