Honey, I Released the Fangirls!

A/N: Hi, it's me again! And you know what that means… another chapter! Yay! Sorry, I just got done reading drama fics; they kind of make me hyper. So now… on to the story!

But first… THE DISCLAIMER: I own zilcho. Yes, I own nothing. NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING! Hehehe!

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Chapter Nine: Just When a Sugar High Finally Comes in Handy…

The sun rose, and another day began. The fangirls, one by one, slowly awoke.

"Mm, Ray, stop stealing the covers," murmured Sarah.

"I didn't."

"Guys, you know that's getting really old," said Mia, sitting up with a groan. "Oh, I do not feel good."

"No kidding. I must have slept in a weird position last night," Sarah said, stretching.

"Or, it could be the fact we were sleeping on hard ground," offered Ray.

The other two girls looked at each other for a moment, then back at Ray. "Nah."

"Anybody want some bread? It's kind of stale, but you really can't complain."

"Yes I can," replied Ray nonchalantly, "But give me the bread anyway."

"Okay, but you have to eat it while we walk. We need to catch up to Peter!"

The girls plodded forward in silence, excluding the munching of the girls eating their stale bread for breakfast. Mostly, they looked at the beautiful countryside. They had never seen such wide-open spaces! Remember, they were unconscious when they were being transported to Cair Paravel.

Their tight muscles soon loosened out, and they picked up their pace. They walked very, very far.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ray froze. The other two girls stopped short as well, looking at Ray curiously.

"What is it?"

Ray sniffed. "I smell something."

Sarah sighed. "Ray, I told you to stop using the grapefruit-scented hair shampoo. It drives you crazy."

"It's not that, although…" Ray paused, took a fistful of her hair in each hand, and sniffed, "My hair does smell like grapefruit. But what I was smelling is different, like… smoke." Mia and Sarah both sniffed.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, your hair does smell like grapefruit. And I also smell smoke," said Mia, sniffing again.

"I smell cholesterol," said Sarah, co-Queen of Random.

"Come on, it's coming from over here," said Ray, heading in the direction she had indicated.

"Hey, Ray, do you really think that's the smart thing to do? Rush to the scene of a fire. We could be accused of arson, or something!"

"Or be burned to little, unrecognizable bits," offered Mia.

"But someone might need help, or be cooking something!"

The girls' morals and stomachs immediately took over. "LET'S GO!" They ran toward the smell.

There, they found a smoking mass of bodies. "Ew, gross," said Ray.

"Actually," Mia countered, "It's quite clean."

"Look, I think that's Peter's camp!" Sarah, again being random, pointed.

Indeed, there were several tents that were, coincidentally, blue. The fangirls hurried over. They went largely unnoticed, which was kind of strange, considering they were three human girls walking around an army camp wearing nothing but their pajamas.

The three girls headed to the biggest tent, and stepped inside. There was a table inside, and on the table there were maps. Many banners were hung on the walls of the tent, and various chests were on the floor, containing who knows what exciting things.

The girls began to investigate, putting their noses where their noses didn't belong.

Suddenly, someone else entered the tent. Guiltily, the girls jumped back, whistling.

"You," the someone said.

"Um… us!" said Ray.

"Oh! I know that guy!" Sarah snapped her fingers in an attempt to recall his name.

"Oh, me too! It was some heart condition, or something… Sarcoma? No, no…" Mia bit her lip, trying to jog her memory.

"Uh… hypertension?" Ray offered. This whole heart condition business was way out of her league.

"No, no, um…" Sarah gently bashed her head with her hand. "The… the…"

"THROMBOSIS! Oh, no, um… THROM!" cried Mia.

"Yeas, Throm!"

"What are you three doing here?" demanded Throm, not even a little bit amused by the exchange.

"Um, we came to help Peter, if we could…" Ray trailed off as Throm glared at her.

A small faun at Thrum's side stood on his tippy toes um… tippy hooves? and whispered into Thrum's ear. Throm whispered back.

A long whispered exchange went on for several minutes between the two seemingly magical beings.

Finally, Throm looked up. "Follow me." The girls, confused and a little bit scared, did as they were told.

They went to a tent, where a group of medical personnel were gathered around a table. When Throm entered, they stepped aside, revealing a severely wounded person.

"Who's that, and what are we doing here?" Ray asked, extremely nervous.

"That is High King Peter, and he's probably dying." All three girls gasped in horror. Throm bit his lip as if to cry, which further scared the girls. If Peter's condition sent a buff, stony faced, heartless centaur to tears, then just how bad was it? Very, was the answer. "He is no more than a boy…" Throm's voice broke, but Mia continued in an odd way.

"In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway station…" she trailed off, seeing the looks Throm, Sarah and Ray were giving her. "What? It's a song!"

Throm cleared is throat. "You must save him."

All three girls froze. "What?" Sarah finally managed to say.

"You are going to save him," Throm repeated. "It's up to you to heal him. Our best healers cannot stop the bleeding, so it is up to you."

"How can you do that? How are we supposed to heal him!"

"How am I supposed to know? You're the ones who escaped a triple-locked, previously-believed-to-be-impenetrable cell! Figure it out! Call me if you need anything." Throm turned and walked away.

"Yeah," protested Mia feebly to his back, "But that was under a sugar high…" she trailed off. The girls stood for a moment, then hurried outside.

"Get us sugar! Lots and lots of sugar!"

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An hour and a half later, the three fangirls sat in a circle, with several bags of sugar around them.

"Is it working?" asked Ray weakly.

"I don't know! I don't think so…" Mia looked on the verge of tears.

"Come on, think!" Sarah pounded her head with her hand.

"I don't know what to do! It's hopeless! WE'RE DOOMED!" Mia's head jerked up, and her eyes blazed with anger. "Um… we're in terrible, terrible trouble!" amended Ray.

"That's better… only… it's not!" Mia screwed up her face, and grabbed a handful of sugar out of a bag, stuffing her mouth with it.

"Oh God," said Sarah, turning away. "I can't watch you eat any more sugar." She closed her eyes, and put her head on the ground. "I just… just… can't…" Sarah drifted asleep.

"Me… neither…" Ray's eyelids fluttered, and she followed Sarah to the land of dreams.

"Must… stay… awake… got to… save… Peter…" Mia's head drooped, and she too fell asleep.

But this sleep was unlike any other the girls had experienced, and that is saying something, 'cause the girls sleep a lot! for in this sleep, the girls just might have found the answer to their problem…

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A/N: Yay, another horrible attempt at a cliffhanger! Okay, did you like? The whole joke about being doomed, or in terrible, terrible trouble, comes from Borgel by Daniel Pinkwater, author of The Hoboken Chicken Emergency. I highly recommend it. Please review! Munchie is lots and lots of cheese! Cheese, cheese, everybody's gotta have cheese! Excluding those who are lactose intolerant, and in that case, I have lettuce!