Johnny:

"JOHNNY MACGREGOR!  GIVE ME THAT CAMERA, RIGHT NOW!"

"No can do, Enrique!" I snatch it out of my blond friend's range – not that he has much of one with Oliver half on top of him – and hold it gleefully up in the air. 

Enrique's face flushes with a mixture of fury and embarrassment, as Oliver cuddles up even closer to him, mumbling sleepily.  I toss the camera at Robert, who looks like he wants to disappear through the wall; he's pressing himself back into it so hard.

Something I should know?

Before the camera can get to it's destination (which appears to be Robert's forehead, anyway), it's snatched out of the air with a whorl of light.

Suddenly the room looks tiny, dwarfed as it is by the draconic Bitbeast which rears up in front of us.  Amphilyon's twin heads pull on the camera in a brief tug-of-war, before it leans down, allowing Enrique to claim it with his free hand.  He glares.

Before I can flash back a trademark smirk (he doesn't know about the three other rolls of film in my vest pockets, nyah!), Robert screams.

Robert what?

Enrique and I both look over at our team leader.  Sweatdrops form on everyone's forehead.  Even Amphilyon's tail-head twitches.

Robert, apparently, has a phobia for roaches.  He's scrambling backwards frantically as the little brown bug scuttles ever closer.  Everyone watches in interest as it gets nearer…

Nearer…

A little more…

Contact!

"AIIIIEEEEEE!!!!  GET IT AWAY!  GET IT AWAY!"

I have to sit down on the carpet, I'm laughing so hard.  Enrique is howling.  Even Amphilyon, apparently reluctant to return to it's bit, houghs in amusement, the two heads flashing identical toothy grins.

Finally, feeling some pity for Robert, no doubt, the flaming Bitbeast's secondary head plucks the roach from our cowering captain's shoe…and promptly devours it with a crunch! before vanishing back into Enrique's blade.

Far from looking better about the whole thing, Robert turns green in the face and gulps. 

"…Guys?  D' I miss something…?"  Oliver yawns, finally awake; interrupting the general hilarity of the room and saving Robert from total and complete embarrassment. 

Enrique turns his head, meeting the Parisian's eyes, and both of them blush faintly…

"Hey," I say gently, "Are you going to lie there all day, or will you eat?  The food'll get cold!"

"And if Giancarlo would so kindly give us an explanation…?" Robert, composure recovered (though God knows he'll never gain our respect again), glances pointedly at the pair of them.  They blush even harder, but Oliver refuses to move from Enrique's lap, or his arms.

Can't exactly blame 'em, nags the tiny voice in the back of my mind. 

"Ah, guys?" Oliver's voice is very small.  "Thanks for everything…for finding me…"  He looks down, toying with the long chain in his hands and its Bit-pendant.  "If you want me to explain…"

"Sssh…not now, Oliver.  You need to get your strength back and eat first…"  Rubbing at Oliver's back and disentangling himself from the other boy, Enrique gives me one of his patented looks, the kind that conveys words. (In this case, 'Let him rest – he's been through enough already – after he gets some food in him he'll tell you, morons!') 

I shut the door after my purple haired teammate, a million questions arisen and boiling in my brain.

Macgregors are never patient, and the Warrior of Glasgow is no exception.

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A/N: Excuse my pathetic attempt at humor, it was a little forced. 8-] The dreaded Projects loom on the horizon, and Oliver's story is next, no doubt! 

And I can imagine Robert screaming and backing away from a cockroach; I've done it often enough O.o *embarrassed blush*

Christina: My own writing amused me, ye gods!  I'm writing HUMOR?  Oh no!

Mistress of Anime: Yah huh, there's another good reason for the pairing: those two are cute as hell! 

Klyukaizer: See, I told you I'd update!  It's not as good as it should have been, though :/

Radical Aisha: I get a review from the great RA herself? *gasp* Woohoo!  And no, there aren't enough Majestics fics out there! *glances at other readers* C'mon, write some! 

Ikary: =D Thankies!

Hikari no Yami: My thoughts exactly!  And no…um…this is probably going to be my only Beyblade ficcy, but it will be LONG, I assure you.  It's officially Kai/Rei; Kai/Johnny would be awkward and difficult to move in at this point.

Dark Sorceress Kurama: Bah, the last good O/E I read was a bloody deathfic.  Rater depressing!  Oli's parent's are…um, they are… *shuts mouth*

Chapter 8 coming soon!