Author's Note: Lucas Corso, is actually the name of Corso in the novel, The Club Dumas in which the Ninth Gate was based. I just have to much fun pegging them as cousins in my fanfics.. ;)

This second chapter is dedicated to LadySparrowJack.

We devised our plan. We'd go down to the equipment room and reinforce ourself with various weapons of mass destruction. And Sands needed more ammo. So we cut our path through the kitchen.

Upon entering it, Jack let out a yelp and I spun. Hanging up side down from the freezer door handle were two little...okay, wait a minute, little aint' the word to describe them! They were...mutated! Yeah, that works! Two mutated monkey things, and they let out little shrieks and lept off the refrigerator. I ducked behind the island counter. One landed right on Jack, knocking him to the floor. The other had gone straight for Sands, but he was to quick for them.

Two reverberating bangs and the sucker was on the floor! I scrambled around the counter to Jack and grabbed the thing by the tail. It was sitting on his face, beating him on his head with it's little mutated fists. I gave the thing a good yank and sent it sailing, with a little shriek out of it's mouth.

Sands honed in on it and shot it. It dropped onto the breakfast table, twitching and withering before it just killed over, Jack's red scarf in it's hand. I gave Jack a hand, pulling him to his feet. "Bloody...fuckin'...HELL!" The pirate captain spit out angrily marching over to the table. On his way, he kicked the first mutant monkey on the floor.

He yanked his scarf free from the other little fowl beast and looked at it in the poor light. "I just washed the bloody thing too!"

Sands snickered. "Not like you can tell there's blood on it...it is red..." I pointed out, picking up on Sands' thought.

"I ain't gonna wear it now!" Jack snapped back.

With a dejected sigh, he tossed it over his shoulder. "Lets go." He muttered, leading the way towards the door to the basement. He yanked the door open and promptly screamed. I don't blame him, I screamed to, thankfully, for his ego, much louder then he'd screamed. The figure on the stairs screamed, before turning around to run down the stairs. I caught sight of maroon coat tails, and it dawned on me.

"Wait! Willy no! It's alright!" I cried out, pushing past Jack. The figure stopped half way down the stairs, turned and ran back up them, until he and I were nearly nose to nose. But at least he was able to see I wasn't Washie Demon.

Willy Wonka let out a long sigh and eased.

"What were you doing in the basement?" I asked him, looking past him down the stairs.

Willy cleared his throat and pointed with his cane. "Secret passage." He said with a nod.

"Oh..." I remarked.

"Smart move, candy maker." Sands said from behind Jack.

"Ya little bastard!" Jack snapped. "Ye nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Gave you!" Willy fired back. "I thought he was a mutated oompa loompa!" Willy told me. I couldnt' help it, I was forced to laugh.

"Okay, no need to be angry at eachother, we have worst problems." I said to all three of them.

"yeah, mutated oompa loompa's they were ALL over the lounge." Willy said, looking around skittishly

I blinked several times. "Mutated...oompa loompas?" I asked.

Willy nodded vigorously. "Ugly buggers! Got green hair and red eyes and purple skin..." I shuddered.

"Look, Wonka, just head for a safe place, like Ally's bedroom. If alls gone well, then Abberline, George, Ichabod and Mort are already there." Sands told him.

"Right." Willy nodded.

"And Willy," I told him as he went by Jack and Sands. "Don't stop for anything!" At that point he took off running.

I sighed and turned back to the stairs. I hit a secret panel right next to the top of the stairs, which opened up and I yanked out two flashlights. I handed one to Jack and turned on the other. "You're covering us, right Sheldon."

"Course I am, baby doll." He said with that grin again. I shook my head and started down the stairs.

It was all dark and silent. No ghouls, goblins or mutated oompa loompas, YET. We moved over to the door to the equipment room and started putting the code in. When the secret passage door began to creak open...

Sands jumped to one side of the door, posed for the strike. Jack ducked behind a stack of boxes, to take it out if it got past Sands. I stood in the middle, with my flash light. The door slowly creaked open.

I let out a joyfull cry, but he let out an agonized groan as I shinned the light in his eyes. "Oh! Oh Dean, I'm so sorry!" I bound forward and threw my arms around my third favorite muse, knocking him into the wall as I hugged him and plastered kisses all over his face.

"Ally, darlin' GET off!" He had to push me away as gently as possible.

I heard laughter in the tunnel and stuck my head in. "Lucas! When did you get here!" I asked Dean's nearly identical cousin, Lucas Corso.

"Some time ago." He answered with a sarcastic grin. I saw Dean roll his eyes, and reach in and grab his cousin by the tie, yanking him out. Jack and Sands came from their positions.

"Corso." Sands said calmly, nodding to him.

"Sands." Just as calm. Apparently, they'd put behind their fighting over me for now, due to the circumstances we were in.

Dean turned back at to me. "We're going to go straight up to the library. There's a certain...book we don't want Washie getting her hands on." I totally agreed with him, all hell would break lose if she did.

"Right. Be careful though, both of you. We'll regroup in my room after we get supplies." Both Corso's nodded and started for the stairs.

"Hey Corso." Sands stopped Dean. Dean looked Sands' way and Sands tossed him one of his guns. I raised an eyebrow, Sands never gave up his guns.

"You might need that." Sands said with an amused look.

"right.." Dean muttered in reply, slipping the 9mm into his coat pocket. We watched as the cousins disappeared up the stairs.

Then we went back to the coded door. I finished putting in the code and a electronic hiss sounded as the door slid open. "Wait, I thought the power was out?" Jack asked. I gave Jack a grin, some where between his and Sands' mischievous grin.

"It is, but this door runs on back up power for a least a few hours, should the power go down."

"Oh," Jack muttered nodding at the good idea.

"Best to be prepared, Capt'n." Sands said rocking on the balls of his feet, his hands in his pockets.

We entered the room and began getting what we needed. Jack took two sabres. I grabbed one and a desert eagle. Strapping the back pack I had 'barrowed' from Lara Croft on my back after filling it with ammo. I strapped the sabre belt on my left side, since I was right handed. Sands had grabbed a shoulder holster and a hip holster, stuck a pair of desert eagles in the shoulder holster and a pair of 9mm uzis that looked all to familiar to me in the hip holster. I ran my fingers over the other non- bullet needing weapons and decided on the last minute to grab the whip in the corner. "Indy always TOLD me it'd come in handy!" I said with a grin.

"Okay, now we go to my room, check in on the others, then search the house for,..." I paused to tack off my missing muses. "Sam, Roux, and Don Juan...Jack, Gallagher isn't around is he?" I asked my favorite pirate captain.

"No, he's still out looking for the Marcosa." Jack answered, pulling on a new pair of boots and tying a new scarf on to keep the hair out of his eyes.

"Right...Sammy ain't present then?" I asked Sands.

Sands snorted, looking up at me as he loaded the desert eagles. "The bastard can fend for himself if he is."

I gave Sands a look. "Sheldon' that's not nice! Sammy's helped you out of some tough spots!" Sands gave me a grin. I sighed. "Alright boys, if you're ready, we'll go..."

No one moved, I didn't blame them.