A/N: woo…I'm back. Time for some more funny/weird/random moments…thanks to Maria we now have the spiffy alternate reality button…let's give her a hand folks! XDDD We now have italics for this alternate reality.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...except maybe a few socks and fingerless gloves. XD
"Mommy, mommy! Look what I found!" yelled an excited seven year old Fayt. He ran through the grass up to his mother and held out a plastic container with a red dragonfly inside. "See? See? I caught it all by myself."
His mother smiled indulgently and tore her scarlet eyes from the novel she was reading. She tucked a strand of shoulder-length caramel hair behind her ear as she smoothed down her lavender skirt. "Such a clever boy. Let's have a look at it." She patted a spot on the park bench next to her.
Fayt happily sat on the bench where his mother had indicated. He fidgeted and swung his legs back and forth. "Isn't it the coolest?"
"Yes it is." She affectionately ruffled Fayt's hair.
"Albelle! Hey, Bella, where are you at?"
Albelle rolled her eyes in irritation. "It's about time the clumsy oaf arrived." Fayt looked up at her in wonder.
Cliff skidded around a corner. "Oh, there you are. My two favorite people in the world." He gave Fayt a quick peck on the forehead and embraced Albelle.
She pulled away from him and pointed an accusing finger. "Clifford, you ninny! I told you to be here an hour ago. You're a stupid bi-"
"Not in front of the child!" Cliff pleaded, clapping his hands over Fayt's ears.
There was a loud popping sound and everyone was aware of being back on the ship. Cliff examined his hands to be sure he was really himself and then shuddered as he glanced at Albel.
Albel whimpered and back up against the wall. "I didn't do it! Please don't make me have to give birth to Fayt again."
"Of course I won't," Cliff growled. "That was beyond disgusting."
Maria laughed. "But you did it! You made Albel a mommy. Cliff's gay!"
"No I'm not!" Cliff snarled. "Albel was a girl so-besides, it wasn't even me."
"Yes it was! I saw you!"
"I saw me too. It was like watching a movie of myself but not actually being myself."
Nel cleared her throat. "An alternate world, a universe unspoken-"
"Not now, Nel," Cliff interrupted her irritably. "I'm ready to go to bed. That whole episode has left me drained."
"Yeah, it's time we went back to bed," Mirage said happily. "Come on, cutie-wutie Roger. Mommy's going to put you in bed for a nap."
"Okay," Roger said cheerfully.
Mirage squealed and hugged him tightly. "You're such a good kid. Mommy loves you to pieces."
"Okay," Cliff said importantly. "Let's all go to bed, but everybody had better be up by 8 sharp. That gives you 6 hours."
Everyone mumbled their assent and slowly filtered back to their rooms. "Yes, sir!" Maria yelled with a sloppy salute.
Cliff started to walk away but he abruptly turned back. "Maria, if you EVER touch that button again, I'll have you court-martialed."
"What does that mean?"
"Never mind! Just don't do it."
"Okay, can I push another button?"
"No! Don't touch any of them."
"Can I drive?"
"For gosh sakes! No! You need to be chained up or something to keep you out of trouble."
Maria cocked her to one side. 'Do you like Albel?"
"NO! I already told you I'm not gay."
"I'll go tell him you dislike him!" Maria shouted. "You'll make him sad."
Cliff grabbed onto Maria's arm. "Don't talk to him. Don't talk to anybody. In fact, don't do anything at all. Stay in your room tomorrow. It'll save us trouble."
"Okay, but can I-"
Cliff clapped his hands over his ears. "No, no, no! I'm going to bed. No more questions. He slammed the door in Maria's face."
