R.V. Damn straight!

Tat. I haven't said anything yet.

RV Still, I wanted to open with a cuss. This is our first time back in...five months?

Tat. More like seven. Well, I want you all to know that I had intended to put this story behind me, but was unable to do so because of certain very, very, very persistant little...authors.

RV You were going to say a naughty word, weren't you?

Tat. Yes, yes, I was.

RV Anyway, by popular demand, the story's back. You can expect sparse updates, but...

Tat. In song>"It will survive! For as long as I know how to write, I know it'll stay alive!"

RV And that's why we got kicked out of the Karaoke bar last month.

Tat. And that's why we're going to ignore my signing and get to THE STORY!

"I've never made my mom faint before," Sam mused dryly and hefted her own bag. She had shrugged off any insults proffered by her parents and even some of her brothers and sisters that were visiting from college. Only her grandmother had been supportive. In fact, she had met Sam at the door and said something about visiting and getting a special place in her will.

"Ah, home sweet home," Danny smiled sadly.

"No explosives," Jazz nodded.

"No yuppie parents," Sam agreed.

Danny blinked. "Why didn't we move out years ago?"

Neither Jazz nor Sam had an answer. They were too busy laughing. Danny smiled and knocked on the door once. After a moment, Blake opened the door, smiling.

"So, what's the word?" Blake asked as his teenage friends walked into the museum.

"They kicked us out when we said we wouldn't stop seeing each other," Danny shrugged. "Mom was okay with it. Dad wasn't. She said she might come and visit."

"You three don't look like kids who just got kicked out of your homes," Jeremy commented as he walked into the grandiose hall, eating some Ramen.

"That's because our parents never understood us and almost got us killed with negligence a few times," Danny dismissed.

"Oh. Mine we never abusive, but they did kick me out when I brought Blake home," Jeremy said sympathetically. "Though, There was that time the Mexican fisherman tried to harpoon the car…"

The teens watched as Blake and Jeremy's eyes glazed over in what was definitely a flashback. "Yeah," Blake smiled. "I wonder if that cop is still looking for us."

"Do we want to know?" Sam asked, jarring them from their memories.

"Long story short, if you three ever get married, don't honeymoon in Mexico. It may seem like a good idea, but…" Jeremy shrugged.

"Okay, I think we'll leave it at that," Jazz decided, then blinked. "Wait, how did you two get married?"

"We're not, really. We just made vows to each other, bought rings…Jeremy's still, technically my boyfriend. We like to think that we're married, though." Blake shrugged.

"And we'll never be able to either," Sam noted sadly. Seeing the look of dismay on the teens faces, Blake decided he needed to do something about it.

"Hey, come on! We have three new members of our little family, I think this deserves a party. Don't you Jeremy?" Blake asked suddenly.

Jeremy sighed. "I'll call for pizza since we still can't find the damn kitchen! Coincidentally, could you three work on finding it?"

"I'm pretty sure it's on the third floor. Half of that level looks like it's just maintenance," Danny sighed.

"Three months, three floors," Jazz mused, then brightened. "That means, if we hurry, we could have a Christmas opening! Since the top floor's just bedrooms and stuff."

"Hey, couldn't we have a Christmas and Halloween party too?" Sam chimed in. "We wouldn't even have to open up the whole place. Just the grand hallway."

Jeremy considered it. "It would be good press…"

"We could open a haunted house for Halloween and a soup kitchen for Thanksgiving. Really get into the spirit of the holidays," Danny nodded.

"There's a joke in there somewhere," Jazz muttered.

"Okay, okay! We're getting ahead of ourselves now. For now, call Tucker, Rika, and Renamon and let's get this party going." Blake cried.

"Pizza," Tucker sighed with obvious relish.

"Down boy," Valarie smiled and served herself from the foldout table that had been set up in the…

Since this was her first visit to the museum, having been invited by Tucker, she was having a hard time calling it a Hall. Cavern would be more appropriate here.

"This place really is huge," Valarie commented. "By the way, you never did tell me the reason for this party."

"Kinda'a hard to explain," Sam cut in. "Let's just say...we're ringing in a whole new way of life."

Valerie blinked, then raised an eyebrow. "Do I even want to know?"

"Probably not," Jazz replied, handing Valerie a cup of Moutain Dew.

"Definately not," Danny amended.

"Hey, where's Rika?" Tucker asked suddenly.

"Family emergency," Jeremy replied, hanging up a cell phone. "She says she'll email you all about it, but she's gotta' go home for at least a bit."

Noticing the bummed out looks all around, Jeremy sighed. "Where'd Blake...no...he wouldn't."

"Wouldn't...what?" Jazz asked.

"I hope you're all eighteen!" Blake's voice rang out as he threw open the door. "'Cause I got Porn and Beer!"

"Blake! The Legal drinking age is 21! And I'm a cop," Jeremy sighed as Blake wadded through the party, arms ladened with...unmentionables.

"And soon you'll be a drunk cop," Blake replied. "Don't worry, I got the soft stuff...I think."

"This won't end well," Jazz said sadly as she watched the only other voice of reason in the party become sloshed out of his mind.

"Too many drinks," Jazz muttered and closed her eyes again. Wait, where was she? Images of last night's party flashed before her eyes. The hangover that was currently racking her brain reinforced her earlier statement.

Okay. She had had more than a few drinks, then…what?

The very comfortable bed underneath her, the lack of clothes on her body, and comfortable warmth resting on either of her sides pushed her to the conclusion that something…adult had happened

Easing her eyes open, that fact was confirmed by the sleeping figures of her brother and Sam laying next to her.

"Danny? Sam?" Jazz asked quietly. Danny's formed groaned, began to roll over, then stopped. Jazz could tell by the way his entire body was frozen that he was realizing exactly what had happened as well.