Cat: Hey everybody! Check it out! I realized I skipped a bit when I posted it so here's the missing bit! Oh yeah, there's also a few edits to the rest, a bit of added detail and bunch of added humor in some places. But yeah, thanks again to all my reviewers! I love y'all!

Disclaimer: I don't even own an i-pod, there is no way that I could possibly own W.i.t.c.h.

"Hey Mom!" Will called back into the house, feeling oddly separate from her body. "I've gotta go, but…um…look behind the pickles!" Mrs. Vandom turned the corner just in time to see the door close. Will had, of course, told her about the police officers, and it only took her a minute to deduce what had happened. "Look behind the pickles?" She repeated skeptically. "This is no time for food!" A minute later though curiosity got the better of her and she hesitantly peered into the refrigerator.

"Why are we here again?" Margret wondered outside a Will's house. She dimly noted an engine revving and saw a car drive off out of the corner of her eye.

"Because Will looked depressed today." Natalie reminded her. "So, we are going to take this camera and make a crazy music video." She added, hoisting the video camera into the air.

"Yeah, that's true, but…" Apparently Margret couldn't think up a suitable argument and just shrugged.

Natalie took a moment to bask in the light of being right for a change, then knocked loudly on Will's door. There was no answer and Natalie shrugged before letting herself in.

"Maybe she's not home." Margret suggested. Natalie shot her a glance and Margret followed her obediently. From their position in the doorway they say Mrs. Vandom rummaging through their fridge like there was no tomorrow. Without warning she let out a small cry and pitched forward.

The girls in the doorway gasped and rushed over. On the second shelf, behind the old pizza, cream cheese, and pickle jar, was a swirling blue vortex.

"Maybe we should get out of here."

"Aw, come on Margret, you're no fun."

"Yeah but…"

"How often do you find something like this? It's a portal into a different dimension! We could be famous!"

"Yeah but…" Margret repeated.

"Oh, come on. What could happen?" Natalie didn't wait for an answer but instead switched the camera on excitedly.

"It's November second, and we're at the home of Will Vandom." She said mysteriously.

"I thought we were making a music video."

"Horror films are fun too." Natalie replied and grabbed Margret's hand with her free one and reached towards the portal. They fell through with Natalie's joyous cry and Margret's groan reverberating through space.

Blunk barreled right into a shape, sending them both tumbling onto the ground. Looking up, Blunk fretfully apologized. "Blunk sorry! He not see anyone!" The shape, which turned out to be a thin, dark haired woman, scrambled back fearfully.

"What…what are you?" She stammered. Blunk paused, momentarily taken aback by the strange question. The woman shook her head, breaking her from her surprise. "Never mind. I'm just here looking for someone that can help me. It's my daughter, Will."

"Will!" Blunk repeated. "You from Earth!"

"Yes." Mrs. Vandom said hesitantly. She'd heard from Will about this other place, Metaphor or whatever it was called, but she didn't think she'd ever actually end up there. "All I need is to see some in charge." Blunk burst into laughter.

"You? See Elyon?" He was rolling on the ground in hysterics. Mrs. Vandom muttered something and stood up.

"Obviously you aren't going to help me." Blunk shut up immediately. Maybe this strange Earthling could get him out of trouble.

"No! Blunk help." He stood up enthusiastically. "Blunk help you see Elyon." Mrs. Vandom seemed suspicious of his sudden change in heart (with good reason).

"What's in it for you?"

"Blunk…er…not go to prison." He admitted hesitantly.

"What! You're a crook!"

"Business man." Blunk maintained fiercely.

"I'm not dealing with this." Mrs. Vandom muttered and began to walk off. Blunk slid in front of her.

"Can't go!"

"Why not?"

"Um…. Who else help Phill?" He asked, hitting on sudden inspiration.

"Will!" Mrs. Vandom said hotly.

"That's what Blunk said."

"Fine." Mrs. Vandom signed, privately deciding that she would ditch him the second that she found someone else. "Where's this Elyon person?"

"Wow, look at this place." Natalie said, holding up the camera to ensure that she got video recording of the thatched roofs nearby and the hills in the distance. Even Meghan was getting into it, craning her neck every which way to try and see ten things at once while the two meandered down the street.

They were clearly in some sort of market in what had to be a small city. Not to far in the distance was a castle. A real, knights and dragons style castle.

"When we get back," Natalie continued for the sole purpose of hearing her own voice. "We'll sell this and I'll buy a mansion so big that my closet is bigger then Mandy's whole house. I'll have a swimming pool and fifty pairs of shoes and ten designer handbags and—"

"Natalie?" Meghan interrupted.

"What?"

"Look at the people." Meghan instructed quietly. Natalie obediently swung the camera around and zoomed up on the nearest person. At the sight of blue skin she immediately swung around and looked at someone else on the cobblestone street. This creature was yellow. The next was green.

"I'll have two hundred pairs of shoes and twenty designer bags!" She corrected excitedly.

"What's so excitin' gals?" A male voice behind them asked. The girls spun around, Natalie stifling a small cry. "Sorry, didn't mean ta scare ya." The scaly green person said. He was standing behind a watermelon stand which Natalie inspected carefully with the camera.

"Um…Mr…" Meghan began nervously. She swallowed hard. "What is this place?" The man blinked, and then smiled.

"Not from around here are y'all?" Meghan shook her head. "Whereabouts ya'll from?"

"Well…um…" Meghan and Natalie had both seen enough science fiction movies to be a little hesitant to tell the man, as nice as he seemed, that they were from a different dimension. Soon they realized that they had very little choice. "Earth." She said finally. The man started.

"Earth?"

"Yup." Natalie said.

"Then you must be Guardians!" He shouted happily. "Welcome to Metamoore!" He bustled out from behind his stand with a broad grin. "You're probably lookin' for the Princess." He said, escorting them forcefully down the street.

"I don't think…" Meghan began.

"Yeah, um, Sir, we don't guard anything." Natalie agreed.

"My neighbor has a guard dog." Meghan offered.

"Nonsense!" He declared.

"No, seriously!" Meghan said with a hint of desperation. "We just wanted to see our friend Will, but then we…fell…through…her…refrigerator." She trailed off as she realized just how stupid it sounded.

"Will!" The man repeated. "Well then, you have to Guardians!" He said clapping Meghan on the shoulder. Natalie had completely forgotten about the camera until then, but picked it back up as she realized that they were moving ever closer to the castle.

"Miss Vandoom, why don't you tell us, in your own words, exactly what happened on October 31 of last year?" The prosecutor said, pacing irritatingly before the judge and Guardian.

"The Guardians, Hay Lin, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia and me, realized that we had to help the Metemoorian rebels fight so we met at the shell cave—"

"Why there?"

"Because that's where a portal was." Will said.

"Describe to the court this 'portal'." Will almost rolled her eyes.

"It's a rip in the veil between Metamoor and Earth."

"And what did it look like?"

"It was about six feet high, floated about three inches off the ground and was blue and swirly!" Will said, knowing perfectly well that everyone present thought that she was guilty and that describing the stupid portal wasn't going to change that. "Anyway, we went through the portal and joined the Metamoorian rebels who were fighting Prince Phobos, Cedric, Frost, the Murmurers, and the Levelers."

"Is there anyone that can testify the these creatures exist?"

"No one who will." Will said despondently.

"And why is that?"

"Objection!" The defense attorney said. "That's irrelevant."

"Overruled." The judge said coldly.

"Because they're all mad at me for leading their daughters into danger." Will answered the question.

"So you did have something to do with their deaths."

"WEREN'T YOU LISTENING!"

"Calm down Miss Vandom."

"Objection! Irritating the witness!"

"Overruled."

"Did you know that it's illegal to lie under oath?"

"WHAT! WHY DO YOU THINK I'M LYING?"

"To cover up for your own mistake."

"Don't you think that if I was going to lie I would say something that you might actually believe?"

"I don't know."

"Can I ask a question?" Will asked.

"No. You're on the stand. That means that I ask you questions, not the other way around." Will glowered.

"Fine."

"So, Miss Vandom, why did you think it was necessary to fight with these rebels, even at the cost of your friend's lives?"

"Because if we didn't fight the entire human race would be slaves to Phobos and his evil snake sidekick." Will said. "And then he probably would have hunted us down and killed us anyway." She added as an after thought.

"And why is that?"

"Because we irritated him."

"Because you were defending the veil?"

"Yes."

"And you claim that Elyon Brown and Cornelia Hale now live in an alternate dimension."

"Yes."

"And you're going to stick with this story?"

"It's not a story!"

"Just answer the question Miss Vandom."

"Yes." Will said, grinding her teeth together in anger.

"I have no further questions." The prosecutor said and sat down. He leaned across the isle to whisper to the DA..

"You could always plea guilty due to insanity." He snickered and the DA blushed.

"I'M NOT INSANE!" Will shouted.

"Calm down Miss Vandom." The judge said.

"No I will not calm down! You're all going to send me to jail for telling the truth! I won't stand for that!" She said, standing up.

"Sit down Miss Vandom or you will be escorted from this court room." Will sat back down, seething with anger. The Prosecutor was openly laughing, and Will spent a moment considering turning him into something really disgusting like a slug or worm, but decided against it.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" Mrs. Vandom asked uncertainly.

"You want save Bill?"

"Will!" Mrs. Vandom corrected and entered the ventilation shaft behind Blunk. Crawling along was misery. It was dusty and full of insects, rats, and things that Susan Vandom didn't want to even think about. Several times she almost got stuck, and after about ten minutes she was certain that she wanted to turn back, but there didn't seem to be any way of accomplishing that so she pressed forward.

"Not much further!" Blunk announced finally. "We over kitchens! Maybe stop for food eh?"

"No!" Mrs. Vandom said firmly and Blunk grumbled but didn't stop. After about another fifteen minutes Mrs. Vandom said something that she had sworn never to ask. "Are we there yet?"

"Shhh!" Blunk hissed and pressed an ear to the bottom of the shaft. Mrs. Vandom resisted the urge to vomit at just the thought of her face touching the ancient layers of dirt. "We over throne room." BLunk informed her. "Elyon down there."

"Well, how do we get down there?"

"That easy." Blunk said and stomped, his small form moving easily in the tight space. With that sharp motion the bottom of the shaft fell and the two tumbled to the hard marble floor.

Their fall that cushioned by two girls who screamed loudly and shrilly when landed on. "I'm sorry." Mrs. Vandom said disentangling herself.

"Hey! You're Will's mom!" Meghan said.

"Hello girls, love to chat but I don't really have the time. I'm trying to see an Elyon or something." Natalie and Meghan exchanged and glance and giggled.

"She's behind you." Natalie said finally and Mrs. Vandom spun around.

"You?" Mrs. Vandom asked stupidly. "Aren't you a little…young?"

"You're Will's mother?" Elyon asked fearfully. "What are you doing here? Where's Will?"

"She's been arrested for murdering the Guardians." Natalie and Meghan nearly fell over. Elyon seemed suddenly faint, but recovered quickly.

"Blunk," She addressed the thief. "Go and fetch the chief hostler, tell him to prepare a horse."

"What Blunk get?"

"Amnesty from your crimes." BLunk brightened and was off like a shot. Elyon turned to the others. "Come on." She motioned for them to follow her to the stables.

By the time that they arrived Elyon's horse was already being led out. A green Metamoorian handed over the rains of one to Elyon who thanked him and mounted.

"I hate riding." She muttered. "Hate it hate it hate it."

"It's the fasted mode of travel around here." The metamoorain reminded her.

"That's the only reason why I do it." Elyon turned to the others, "I'll meet you at the portal." She said and spurred her horse into motion.

Cornelia was enjoying her afternoon, skating around in pleasant circles when Elyon burst in. She slowed to a stop.

"What's wrong?"

"Will's been arrested."

"What!" Cornelia fell flat on her face in surprise.

"They think she murdered the Guardians."

"That's crazy!" Cornelia said, already tugging off her skates and she hadn't even left the ice yet. "We've gotta get there."

"You think?" Elyon asked sarcastically. Cornelia rolled her eyes and Elyon grinned and waved a hand. A portal appeared before them and both passed through it, though they had some difficulty because it was located in the middle of an ice rink.

"That's what she said." Mark replied.

"And then she worked magic?"

"Yes."

"Pink magic?"

"Yes."

"You weren't just wearing pink sunglasses?"

"No."

"You're positive?"

"Yes."

"So yes, you were wearing pink sunglasses."

"No! I wasn't."

"Then why did you say yes?"

"Yes I was positive that I wasn't not wearing sunglasses."

"It seems you can't keep your story straight."

"I can—" Mark was cut off by the entrance of something about six feet tall that floated about three inches off the ground and was blue and swirly. It perfectly matched Will's discretion of—

"A portal" Will breathed and two people tumbled through it. "Elyon! Cornelia!" She said happily.

"What is this?" The judge asked loudly. "What is that?" She motioned towards the portal. Cornelia and Elyon jumped to their feet.

"Hi!" Cornelia said brightly. "I'm Cornelia and this is my friend Elyon."

"What exactly are you doing in my court room?"

"Well, we didn't realize that we'd end up in your court room." Cornelia admitted. "We just kinda hopped through the nearest portal and wound up here. Worked out nicely though."

There was a small shriek from the audience as several more people fell through the portal in a heap. Natalie was first to her feet. "Members of the jury!" She said grandly. "We have photographic evidence that Metamoore really does exist!" She waved the camera around in the air.

"Well…um…" The judge seemed wrong footed by their sudden appearance but recovered relatively quickly. "Someone, go and get a TV." The bailiff bustled out and reappeared a minute later wheeling a very squeaky TV cart with one of the smallest, most pathetic TV's you've ever seen on top.

"Not great, but whatever." Natalie shrugged and she and Meghan hooked the camera too it. The stunned court watched as the camera panned from Elyon's distant palace to the Metamoorians on the street. The little houses and market stands flashed past along with dozens of other things that astounded all present. It clicked off and the two girls beamed.

"The defense rests!" The DA said loudly and sat back down.

"The jury will now be given time to deliberate." The Judge said. "Whatever that means." She added in an undertone. The jury members looked at each other and leaned over and whispered amongst themselves. Then, the head juror stood.

"The jury doesn't want time to deliberate. The jury wants to go home and forget this ever happened."

"That's not an option." The judge informed them.

"Then what will get us out of here the fastest?"

"A verdict of 'not guilty.'" The defense attorney piped suddenly, doing his job well for one of the only times that day.

"Not guilty!" A random juror shouted, standing up and thrusting a fist into the air. Everyone stared at him, and he slowly sat back down, more than a little embarrassed by his outburst.

"Court dismissed." The judge declared and bagged her gavel with excessive force.

"You can't do that!" The prosecutor yelled, jumping up and down and stomping on the floor like a two year old in a tantrum.

"I just did." The judge felt a small trill; of pleasure. She'd always wanted to say that.

Will cheered and grabbed all her friends in a tight hug.

Cat: That's my story. I wrote a ton, now why don't you be nice and write me couple sentences in a review? Pretty please?