Disclaimer: (sigh) I wish I owned them, but I don't. Anything that you even think you recognize, most likely I don't own it. Such as Aunt Jemima pancake mix, PS2, or 'Monty Python'.

Couturecutie: Sorry, not going to do sticky caps on your name. Yes, normally I don't do the whole 'characters meet' thing, but oh well. I liked the TV part too.

Lady Nicole Potter: Thank you!

Aussiesportstar: Ehhh, right. (laughs) First kind of story like this, huh? Well, there's a first time for everything, I guess. Which shirt? Aloha to you too.

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"I can make pancakes." They all make sort of agreeing sounds. Getting up, I go into the kitchen and get out the cast iron griddle. Uhng, heavy. Hmm, Aunt Jemima mix or scratch? Scratch. While the griddle heats, I mix up the batter and the boys come to watch. Then, I get out the bag of chocolate chips. Mmm. Chocolate chip pancakes.

"Do you need any help?" Paris asks.

"Sure, could you get some plates out of the cupboard over there?"

"Of course." He gets them without incident as I start cooking up the pancakes. Now, the very yummy part, a sprinkling of chocolate chips.

At the table, they all seem to enjoy the pancakes. Lots of yummy noises. They help me with the dishes, and then we go sit on the couches to see what is on TV.

"Ah yes. Weekday morning TV, all crap." I say.

"Now what?" Legolas asks.

"How about some music?" Getting up, I walk over to the stereo, put in a CD, and turn it up. The Austin Powers International man of Mystery soundtrack, very cool.

Half an hour later...

"That was very... odd." Aragorn says.

"You mean kinky? Yes, it is." I look at my watch. "Oh no. I have to go to school, and unfortunately, I will have to leave you four here alone."

"Why can't we come?" Will asks. I sigh.

"Because you would all be mobbed by rabid fangirls and submitted to many kinds of torture." At the rabid fangirls point, they all shudder. "Feel free to watch TV, have a snack from the fridge, just don't level the house." I say, grabbing my backpack and putting it on. "I'll be back around two twenty." Exiting the front door, I lock it and go to school.

444

"What have you DONE?!" I yell.

"Well, we found a movie called 'Psycho' on TV, and I was wondering if we could get any of the people from there here like you got us here." Aragorn says sheepishly. Apparently the new version of 'Psycho' with Vince Vaughn as Norman was on.

"You brought Norman Bates HERE?!?! Are you insane?!" They have him duct taped to a kitchen chair with his hands behind him. I sigh. "Oh no, what happened to you, Paris?" He, Will, and Legolas are all looking at his arm, which is bleeding pretty well.

"He took a knife to me." Taking my glasses off, I rub my eyes, then put them back on. At least one of them was smart enough to put a tourniquet on his arm.

"Stay there, I'll be right back." I run upstairs, grab the first aid kit from my bathroom, and come back down. "Aragorn!" I shout as I pull up a chair next to Paris and open the little box. Legolas and Will sit on either side of Norman, who is talking to his 'mother'. Pointing to Norman, I say, "You are a perverted little fruit!"

"Yes?" There is a certain tone of uneasiness in Aragorn's voice.

"Get my laptop, and open up a new document." I say to him, then to Paris. "This is going to sting, but I need you to hold still, alright?" He nods.

"I got it. Now what?" Aragorn sits on a chair near Paris and me.

"Type something about Norman Bates going back to where he came from." There is some clicking of the keys, and Norman disappears as I pour some Hydrogen Peroxide on a washcloth. Gently, I hold Paris's arm still and dab the cloth on his arm, both removing the blood and cleaning it at the same time.

"Ow!"

"I told you it was going to sting." Once the blood is mostly cleared away, I get a good look at the actual wound. "Oh, I hope you aren't going to need stitches." He pales visibly. "It's fairly deep, but we may be able to get away with steri-strips." Rummaging through the box, I get out a pack of steri-strips and a pair of scissors. Cutting them to size, I put them on his arm, then cover the whole thing in gauze. "There, just don't mess with it for a while, and it should be fine."

"I would like to say that it was not my idea to bring Norman Bates here." Legolas says, trying to defend himself.

"I don't care who's idea it was. Now," I switch to my little kiddie voice. "what have we all learned today?" Silence. "We have learned not to bring perverted, psychopathic fruits that talk to their dead mother's whom they keep in the basement to our house." They all avert their eyes from mine. "Let's watch a different movie now." I get a DVD of 'Monty Python' and put it in. Soon, we are all laughing, having forgotten the whole incident.

"That was funny."

"Duh, that's why we watched it, Will."

"Don't you have any homework?" Paris asks. I think for a moment.

"No."

444 Later that same afternoon, after the boys changed into some long cargo shorts...

Will, Paris, and Legolas are sitting on the floor with a dog lying in their laps. Aragorn is lying on one of the couches petting the head of another dog.

"It's really hot in here."

"You swing that way, Aragorn? Unless you're talking about me?" I reply, smiling. He tips his head so that he can look at me.

"No, I mean the temperature of the air is too hot."

"So, take your shirt off." Paris looks like he hadn't thought of that before, and that it was a good idea. Will looks surprised. Aragorn looks confused, and Legolas looks almost scandalized.

"Good idea." Paris says, then proceeds to take his shirt off while I hum the stripper song. he gives me a weird look, and I stop. Much yummy-ness. Will also takes his shirt off, though a little more reluctantly.

"Come on you two, take them off! If you take your shirts off, I'll take mine off." I bribe. Looking at each other briefly, they hurriedly remove their shirts.

"Come on, now you have to take yours off, you promised."

"Yes, I did, Legolas." Thank goodness for sports bras. So here we are, three adult guys and a teenage girl lounging, alone, with nine dogs in a beach house on the California coast. Sound pretty kinky, doesn't it? Well it's not. Get your minds out of the gutters.

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