Disclaimer: points to LOTR people I don't own them, sadly.

points to everyone else grinning they're mine.

"ANY MAN OF MINE, BETTER WALK THE LINE!" I sang loudly and probably out of tune on purpose. Jeremy and Legolas were covering their ears. Gandalf was bobbing to the beat, and well, I couldn't see the rest, they were in the bed of the truck.

"What is this crap?" Jeremy asked when I forgot the words. I glared at him.

"Shania Twain, not crap, you fool of a Thompson." I said, shamelessly stealing Gandalf's lines. I was very easily dropping back into fangirl mode. However what can I say, I'd spent most of my life one.

"It is very loud." Legolas said quietly.

"Nope, you're just not used to it. Should I play a different song?"

"Yes, what about something good." Jeremy commented. I dug through my CDs at the red light. I pulled at something and ejected the currant CD to replace it.

"Jo Dee Messina?" Jeremy questioned. I nodded.

"Better then 'Man I feel like a woman'." He commented relenting. I grinned madly. I quickly swerved a right turn.

"KAT, WATCH YOUR DRIVING!" Jeremy shouted. I grinned, giggling insanely now. We were in the middle of no where. No one ever used this drive between seven and ten at night. No body would care. However driving fast and out of control was Jeremy's pet peeve. It was obvious I didn't care.

By the time we had pulled up in front of my house, half way through the trip Jere decided he was hungry, Jeremy was a nervous wreck. Not like that was new, he hated my music, driving, and truck.

"Alright everyone, out!" I said. I rushed in my house to find music playing, oddly enough, Shania Twain. I popped my head into the living room to see my babysitter, a sixteen year old, checking out my sound system.

"Lauren, lovely, darling, I'm home, you can go too." I said. She froze then smiled.

"Sorry, Ms. Carrick, I didn't expect you home this early, and I was just…" I cut her off.

"Nothing done wrong, I came home early, here let me write this months check, where's Jaycie?" I babbled as I wrote my check and handed it to the girl.

"He's right here." She said, handing me my three year old. I nodded. She promptly walked into Jeremy. I winced.

"Ignore the large group of people!" I called after her.

"She deserves a raise, for all the stuff she deals with working with me." I said frowning. Jeremy looked after the blonde then walked up at me.

"So, when's lunch."

"As soon as I cook it." I said annoyed handing him Jaycie. He stared at the kid.

"Hey, what do I do with it!" he asked. I shrugged.

"It is called Jaycie, and he doesn't talk much, figure it out." I hollered. I looked through the cabinets and picked out a bag of pasta, something easy to make and not to abnormal for the LOTR gang. I heard Jeremy coming in and placing Jaycie in his high chair.

"The gang is exploring the wonders of TV."

"Wonderful."

"Are you making pasta?'

"Yes, why, did you suddenly develop an allergy?"

"Have you considered taking cooking lessons?"

"What?" I asked turning to him. He grinned at me.

"You can't cook!"

"Can too!"

"Prove it!"

"I'll make lasagna."

"That's still pasta!" Jeremy said getting that annoying look on his face.

"Shut up." I said irritably.

"Can't cook, Kat can't cook, Kat can't cook." I glared; they said he was the mature one. Two years didn't make any difference.

"Milady can't cook?" Aragorn asked. I glared; it seemed the argument had drawn a crowd.

"Aren't woman taught to cook at a young age?" Boromir asked.

"Sexist people, sexist, sexist people, complaining when they can't cook either." I muttered under my breath.

"Jaycie, darling, do you want pasta?" I asked. Jaycie nodded. I grinned triumphantly.

"See?"

"You're his mom." Jeremy retaliated.

"So maybe he wants to grow up to be a pasta eater." I said, as I shooed them out of the kitchen. I wasn't capable of cooking with an audience.

So by the time that I had made lunch, Jeremy had organized everyone into the dining room. For once in my lifetime I was glad that my table was huge. I still can't remember what I was thinking when I bought it. I quietly served the pasta and sat down.

"Now what?" I asked Jeremy, who was busy wolfing down his food. I must remember to talk to his secretary about him skipping meals.

"As you said yourself, we should normalize them. I need to get them back in nine hours, otherwise it interferes with their timeline, but until then they can take a break here." I rubbed my forehead.

"Jere, what on earth possessed you to call them here in the first place?" I asked softly. Jeremy looked down.

"I was attempting something else at the time."

"Like, what, you know you can tell me." I pleaded. The LOTR crew wasn't helping, they were too busy enjoying me meal. I would have bragged about it to Jere, but I decided to ignore it for now.

"I was attempting for the dead." I nodded, and left it at that. Jeremy still thought it was his fault Meredith had died.

"Maybe, it's time to move on." I whispered softly. Jeremy shook his head, and I dropped the subject.

"What is this mall Jeremy warned us about?" Gandalf asked. I shrugged.

"I think I need to call Janet. She'll be helpful in normalizing you all."

A/N: Reviews are very much appreciated. And though I don't intend to Mary-Sueify her, if I begin to please, yell at me.