A/N: Hello! This chapter is 90% fluff but there's a little bit of angst in the Noir scenes. It's nothing heavy, but just so you have a heads up. I imagine Noir will always be a just a little angsty in these stories but it'll always be within the frame of an overall fluffy and cozy experience.

Chapter 2: The Circle of Life

It was just after 4am in the twilight zone of the interdimensional spider house, and Peter Porker was up bright and early. The house only had three bedrooms so far, so he'd offered to sleep in the master bedroom's walk-in closet. It wasn't big, but it did have a very comfy pile of fluffy pillows that was just what the doctor ordered for a tired pig with an achy lumbago. His roommate for the night, Peter B, was still sound asleep in bed, snoring like a farm tractor. Porker thanked the lord that his spider powers didn't include spider hearing and skipped out into the living room, where he found Peni was still awake.

"Hey Ham!" she smiled, tapping away at something only she could see.

Peter Porker, being an optimist by nature, chose to assume that she had in fact gone to bed last night.

"You're up early!"

That confused her, "Early? You mean late. You're up early."

"The early bird gets the worm! Or in this case, the first choice of microwave pizza."

She scratched the back of her head, "If we have any left."

"Excuse me?"

"Peter B ate a LOT of them last night."

"Oh he did, did he?"

"We've still got the ones with pineapple on if you want those."

Ham scrunched up his nose in disgust, "No thanks. I think I'll just have cereal like a normal pig."

"I wasn't sure what cereal to get, so I got a bunch of everything from all your universes."

Ham walked up to the bar/dining area, "I can't see any cupboards round here. Did you change the layout overnight or something?"

Peni stopped what she was doing and pointed to a door behind the bar, "The kitchen's through there, same as last night."

"Well now I feel like a real idiot."

Sure enough, behind the door was a cozy kitchen. Small for a human, but a perfect fit for a pig.

"Do you think Peter will still fit in here after all those pizzas?"

Peni laughed, "I'm gonna tell him you said that!"

The cupboards were full of cereal. Strangely, the more cereal boxes he pulled out, the more he seemed to find hidden at the back. They had Toasted Corn Flakes, Colonel Crunch, Coco Pops, Kangus (presumably named after the huge kangaroo on the box) and Chocolate UFO's.

"They're out of this world, huh?"

The UFOs interested him, and most importantly they looked sweet, so he grabbed a bowl and filled it up with chocolatey goodness. All he needed now was some milk. The refrigerator was much like the cupboards - no matter how much milk he took, more seemed to find its way into his line of sight.

How much pizza did B eat to leave only pineapple pizza behind?

Some questions weren't meant to be answered. He took his bowl and sat at the dining table, watching Peni work her magic. Now that he was looking over her shoulder he could see what she was typing on - some kind of virtual touchscreen.

As he started digging in to his breakfast Peni paused in her typing, "Ham, that smell…"

"I'm a pig, Peni. We naturally-"

"No, silly, the cereal!"

"Oh, this? It tastes good."

"It's my favorite. It's super duper chocolatey."

"Yeah I'm getting that impression," he replied as his milk turned a warm shade of brown.

It was now considerably past 4am. Ham put his spoon down for a moment and leaned his chin in his hands.

I can't just let Peni stay up this late, for her own sake. She's a growing girl. Sure, I used to stay up all night back before I became a pig, but that's different. Peni needs sleep. But I need to be delicate. It's not like I'm her father. Maybe Peter B could get away with being blunt, but I need to be the diplomat here. Okay, phrasing, how to phrase this. Hey Peni, I bet you'd be way more comfortable in bed! No, that's not right. Not even close. Maybe-

Suddenly Peni stood up and stretched her little arms out towards the ceiling. Her arachnid partner, SP/dr, tiptoed up to the top of her nose and gave it a friendly nibble.

"I'm gonna go sleep with Noir now."

Ham considered making a dirty joke, but then remembered that this fanfiction isn't post-watershed and the censors would absolutely axe his role and replace him with Ashton Kutcher if given the chance.

Unaware of the unspoken innuendo, his young friend ambled lazily across the room and up the stairs to Noir's bedroom.

Well that was easy.

He wasn't sure it was fair on Noir to have someone crawl into bed with him at nearly five in the morning, but as it was Peni, Noir probably wouldn't mind.

"The big galoot couldn't be angry at her even if he tried."

With a smile on his face, he picked up his spoon again and went back to chugging on through the cereal.

"I'm gonna have to take some of this with me when I go back."

Gwen woke up for the third time that night. The sound of laughter, muffled through the bedroom wall, floated up from the living room downstairs.

What time is it?

Her phone said it was 4.43am.

Great…

She never slept well in strange beds, and this one was especially strange because she was sharing it with Miles. At first he tried to give up the room for Gwen, let her have it to herself, but then she managed to convince him that if they just kept to opposite sides of the double bed, it wouldn't be awkward.

Reality disagreed. It'd been very awkward. It's not like she hadn't seen Miles in his PJs before, so why was it suddenly so different when you're sharing a bed together? She didn't have a crush on him or anything, or at least she didn't think she did. She felt like a middle-schooler. Then she remembered that Miles still was in middle-school.

Now I feel weird.

When did sleeping become so complicated? At least with punching bad guys you always knew where you stood. Not that things were simple back home. Juggling school and spider things was hard enough, but she also had to deal with being the drummer for The Mary Janes… sort of, when she had time to show up to practice with her band anyway.

Oh god, that's today, isn't it?

Just after lunch, in fact, and she'd have to make do with the hour or so of real sleep she'd managed to claw together out of all the tossing and turning. She rolled out of bed and onto her feet, unsteady, almost falling into the wall as she shuffled across the carpet.

Was the carpet this comfy last night?

Her mind wandered to sleepy thoughts of curling up on the carpet and slipping away into the world of dreams. Then the sound of an electric toothbrush stirred her from her reverie.

Just across the hall was a shared bathroom. It sat squarely between the room she'd been sleeping in, and Noir's room. Noir had almost given up his bed for her too, but she figured he of all people deserved a good night's rest. The tales she'd heard of his Manhattan apartment painted a grim picture. Only Peni had ever seen it in person, and only because she'd showed up uninvited.

Gwen walked through the half-open bedroom door, past a huge crack in the wall of the house (Peni did say it was still under construction) and into the needlessly small bathroom. There, standing in front of the mirror pulling a silly face at herself, was the genius who'd convinced them all to go ahead with this crazy plan.

"Gwey Gweb!" she called out through a mouthful of toothpaste, waving at Gwen's reflection in the mirror.

Gwen walked up to the sink and collected her toothbrush, "You're up early."

Peni spat out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth, "Late. I always go to bed at around sunrise on weekends. Not that we have any sunshine here."

The swirling star-soaked void undulated ominously beyond the bathroom window. Gwen started brushing.

"I was just arranging the materials for the rest of the second floor," Peni continued, "the plans are there, but you've gotta make sure all the elements agree with each other, you know?"

Gwen wanted to ask what happens if they don't agree… but she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

"Anyway, I'm gonna get into bed with Noir now. Have a good morning Gwen!"

Unable to fire off the dirty quip that'd sprung into her mind at Peni's unintended double entendre, Gwen simply waved as the young girl skipped away to her shared bedroom. Turning back to the mirror, and immediately regretting it upon seeing the huge bags under her eyes, she swirled the remaining toothpaste around her mouth a couple more times then spat it out. It was minty fresh, but it still didn't make her any more awake.

Sure hope Peni has some bottles of Alligatorade lying around here.

She staggered down the stairs, expecting to be the only one awake, but to her surprise she found Peter Porker sitting at the bar, munching away happily at what looked like a bowl of cereal.

"Gwennie!" he said as she entered the living room, "Gwendolyne! Gwennevere!"

"No."

"Gwanda!"

"Double no."

She looked at the kitchen entrance behind the bar. Then she looked at the sofa.

Change of plan.

She walked over to the sofa, flopped onto its soft, cushion-y surface, and closed her eyes.

"Rough night?" asked Ham.

"Mhmm."

"You should try sleeping next to Peter B. The man's a portable airfield."

"No thanks. I'll take the sofa next time."

"Does Miles snore too?"

"Not exactly."

She listened to him crunching on the cereal. She ate so much pizza last night that she didn't expect to get hungry again till next year.

"I regret everything."

"Come on, it can't have been that bad."

"I have band practice today, in like… what's the time?"

"Morning 'o clock."

"Thanks. Real helpful."

"It's almost five"

"So in about eight hours then."

"You should take a nap."

"I should."

She could already feel herself drifting off. Somehow this sofa was the best bed she'd ever slept on. So soft. So comfy… so…

…so…

…

Noir woke up to the feeling of cool air on his face and warm arms round his neck. The realization that he wasn't alone sent him into a momentary panic. He stiffened, quickly scanned the room, readied himself for a fight.

Then he saw Peni sound asleep beside him. Her small breaths tickled the half-shaven hairs sprouting out of the bottom of his chin. He relaxed. That's right, he was in the strange place Peni had made for them, the place between dimensions. Despite his best intentions he'd fallen into a deep sleep, a sleep so complete that he hadn't even noticed her enter the room. She was literally snuggled up next to him, yet he hadn't stirred even once in the night.

Her pet, SP/dr, stared at him from atop her shoulder. It twiddled its forelegs, perhaps as a way of saying good morning, then it retreated into the tangled mess of Peni's hair.

Alright, time to get up.

He gently removed Peni's arms from his neck and slid out of bed. It was rare to see Peni so restful and still. The dim voidlight seeping in through the curtains gave her skin a pale glow in the shadowy bedroom. She looked like a porcelain doll, or an angel. Hard to believe that a girl so young could build a house out of thin air.

The future sure is something…

He grabbed his mask and goggles from the bedside table and pulled them over his face. It made the colors less irritating for his eyes, but mostly it just made him feel safer. It's like what people say about wristwatches - you feel naked without one.

Noir dragged on his well-worn (and mostly unwashed) clothes, opened the bedroom door and set one foot into the hallway. The house was silent. Not for the first time in his life, he found himself wishing he wore a wristwatch.

Not that it'd tell me the time in this place anyway.

However strange the world beyond the house's walls was, the home within them was truly warm and welcoming, small bathrooms aside. He adjusted his shirt and headed for the living room. Ham was sitting at the dining table next to the bar, reading a book.

"What time is it?" Noir asked gruffly.

The pig scowled at him and hissed, "Shh! Gwen's sleeping!"

"What?"

"On the couch!"

Noir looked to where Ham was pointing. Sure enough, Gwen was laid out on the couch, snoring into a (red? blue? maybe purple - he couldn't tell which) cushion. He walked behind the bar towards the kitchen door.

"I need a drink."

He heard Ham put down his book, "Beer? At this time of day?"

"No. An egg cream."

"Don't you need a machine to make those?"

"You don't need a machine if you know what you're doing."

Uninterested in explaining any further, Noir went through to the kitchen. Closing the door behind him he rifled through the cupboards and found a glass. Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a metal flask full of chocolate syrup.

"Can't beat the real thing."

He located a bottle of seltzer water and placed it down next to some freshly refrigerated milk. Then he unbottled his metal flask and poured its syrupy contents into the glass. After that he added the milk, stirring the two ingredients together till they were a warm grey color. Then finally came the soda water.

Let's see if I can get it to foam up.

He gave the bottle a little shake, then quickly unscrewed the lid and aimed it into the glass. It powered through the syrup-milk mixture and created a bubbly white foam. As soon as the drink reached the top of the glass Noir sealed the seltzer back up again before too much could spill.

Done.

Before enjoying his success he picked up a nearby kitchen towel and wiped down the worktop. When he was satisfied that he'd cleaned up his mess he opened the kitchen door and strode back out to the bar/dining area.

"Looks good," Ham commented, "mind making me one?"

Noir sat at the bar, "Once I've finished mine, sure."

"Take your time. It's not like I'm going anywhere."

Noir couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Choosing not to worry about it, he rolled his mask up to just over his nose and took a sip of his cool and chocolatey beverage.

He sighed with satisfaction, "You can't beat an egg cream."

Ham winked, "But you can whip it!"

"…huh?"

"Whipped cream? No? You beat an egg, whip cream, et cetera et cetera. It's a pun, Noir."

"I get it now."

"You aren't laughing."

"Takes a lot to make me laugh."

"One of these days you'll laugh at my jokes."

"I was gonna say 'when pigs fly', but…"

"Ha ha, very funny."

Miles' body was primed and ready to be up on time for school. This was unfortunate, because it was a Saturday, and he'd gone to bed sometime after 1am.

"Damn it!" he said as he realized that yes, he was about as awake as awake can get. He noticed that Gwen had already got up. His phone told him it was 8am sharp.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

But his body was dead serious, much as he wished otherwise, so he got out of bed and went to use the bathroom. Like the one downstairs, it was cramped but clean. You could say it was Peni sized, but then why only the bathrooms, why not the whole house? It's not like houses in her universe had tiny bathrooms. He'd seen her universe, the bathrooms were all perfectly normal.

Why am I sitting here thinking about bathrooms?

He definitely didn't get enough sleep. Nor did he, for that matter, get enough pizza last night either. Peter B and Gwen made sure of that.

I won't lose to them next time.

The spider-gang had never had a sleepover as a team before, so Miles didn't really know what to expect when he went downstairs to the living room. He wasn't surprised to see Noir was up. He wasn't especially surprised to see Ham was up. He was surprised to see Gwen sleeping on the couch.

"Is Gwen okay?" he asked.

"She didn't sleep well," Noir replied.

Ham quickly explained, "It's a strange bed, after all. You know how it is."

"Ganke's kinda like that."

Noir suddenly stood up, "Alright, time for me to go."

Miles frowned, "Where to?"

"Back to my world. Crime doesn't stop just cos it's the weekend."

He marched towards the front door, the door that would take them back to their respective rooms in their own universes. Ham trotted along behind him.

"Noir, we discussed this," he said, "even Spider-Man needs a day off sometimes."

"Not me. I'll see you later. Make sure B stays out of trouble, and save me some pizza - not the pineapple kind."

"Wait!"

Noir paused.

Ham grabbed the sleeve of his coat, "You can't just run off! What am I supposed to tell Peni?"

"…Tell her that I'll be back before dinner."

Then he opened the door, and ignoring Ham's protests, strode through to his own universe.

Ham sighed, "He's as dense as an Acme anvil."

"It's cool man, don't worry. At least now he can come back here when he's done, right? Better than that apartment of his."

"Much better. I think the only way this place could be improved would be to have egg cream on tap. Maybe I should suggest it to Peni."

"Tell her to do the same for Koca-Kola while you're at it."

Ham laughed, "I think I could get used to this life pretty quickly."

For the first time, it fully dawned on Miles that he was really here, living in the same house as all his spider friends. No need for secrets, no need to run around and hide. Everyone here understood who he was. He smiled.

"I dunno about you, but it already feels like home to me."

Ham patted him on the back, "Well said, brother! Now how's about we get you some breakfast?"

"Make mine pizza."

"Only got pineapple pizza left."

"I'll take it! All pizza is good pizza to me."

"I admire your bravery, kid. I'll be waiting right here with the cereal when you change your mind."

"Don't underestimate the power of my stomach."

"I wouldn't dream of it. After all, you learned from the best."

"The best?"

Peter B Parker didn't do mornings. He didn't really do afternoons, either. Nor was he especially good at evenings. But mornings, mornings were the worst thing in existence. They were god's punishment to human beings for fucking up relations with his favorite son.

"I feel sick."

There was no way around it: he ate too much pizza last night.

But it tasted so good.

He'd do it again if given the chance. He'd probably do it again tonight.

"Ugh…"

He rolled onto his side. Somehow that made the stomach pain worse. He farted. Once. Twice. He scratched his stubbled chin and it scratched him back.

Shaving. That's the other curse god inflicted on the Earth.

He sat up in bed, expecting to see sunlight and instead seeing a dim blue glow. He'd almost forgotten he was in the crazy alternate universe house. As he stared at the blank wall he felt something niggling in the back of his mind. He probed, trying to tease out the memory, but it didn't wanna be found.

Whatever, it can't be that important.

He went to get out of bed and caught his foot on a blanket. He fell. He thought he was about to throw his back out, but thankfully his face took all of the impact as he splatted onto the carpet.

"All the power of a spider my ass… where's the spider-grace at, huh? Where's the reflexes when you need 'em?"

His bedroom door opened. It was Miles. The kid had a full view of him: face down, ass up, half-covered in blankets and fully covered in drool and sweat.

"Ever heard of knocking?"

Miles burst into laughter, "Did you just fall out bed, for real? Man, I can't believe this."

"You're not immune to middle age, Miles. Just you wait. Give it twenty years and you'll be here."

"I doubt it."

They stared at each other for a moment, then Peter B asked, "Could you help me up, actually? My hands are stuck and I don't wanna tear the blankets."

"No problem."

Miles untied his hands and tossed the blankets back onto the bed. Now he was free he looked a little less ridiculous, but not by much. See, he always slept in his underpants.

Miles pointed at them, "You wear Iron Man undies? Dude, what the hell?"

"Hey, there's nothing weird about wearing a friend's merch."

"You've got his face on your crotch, man!"

"Miles, I thought we were past homophobia. Shame on you!"

"No, what, that's-… you know that's not what I'm saying!"

"Tut, tut, tut. Anyway, I need something for my stomach or I'm gonna destroy the bathroom."

"What?"

"Gotta be quick, kid. For your sake as much as mine."

At that moment Ham walked in, "Take these. They're made for elephants but… well… I think they'll be perfect for you."

Peter B took the pills out of Ham's hand, "I'm gonna pretend you didn't just insult me. Also, I need some water for these."

Miles shoved a glass of water in his face, "Got you covered!"

"Where'd you get that so fast?"

"I was drinking it before I heard you fall over, but I can just get another glass, so… go ahead."

"Fine, it'll do."

He tossed the pills into his mouth and downed the whole glass of water in one go. His stomach felt better almost immediately.

"Ahhh," he sighed with satisfaction, "Honestly? I could go for another pizza right about now."

Ham frowned, "Please don't."

Peter B pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and strolled into the living room, noticing Gwen passed out on the couch. As he sat himself down at the dining table the niggling feeling came back, but he still couldn't remember what it was he was meant to do.

I'm sure it'll come to me… eventually.

Peni awoke to the sound of screaming from downstairs.

"MARY JANE! OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT MARY JANE!"

Peni rolled onto her back. SP/dr, who had also woken up, crawled out from her hair and settled on her cheek. She still felt tired.

What time is it?

"MARY JANE… I NEED TO… I NEED TO HURRY I… HOLY SHIT!"

Is that… Peter B?

She rolled and rolled till she was at the edge of the bed, then she pushed herself upright. Suddenly she heard Gwen's voice.

"It's what!? Holy crap I'm gonna be late for practice! Crap crap crap crap crap!"

Peni crept out of the bedroom and peered down the stairs. Peter B was frantically pulling on his Spider-Man suit. Then Gwen burst into view.

"Hey Peni!" she said as she barged past with a hair brush in hand.

"Morning Gwen…"

She heard Ham talking, "I'm sure she'll understand, Peter."

"Ham, we just started working things out again. Oh my god she must think I'm such an idiot."

"But that's why she loves you!"

"Not helping!"

Peni slinked down the stairs just in time to see Peter B try to push open the pull door.

"You gotta pull it!" she called out.

He looked over his shoulder, "Thanks!"

Then he opened the door and jumped through into his home universe, leaving only her, Ham and Miles behind in the living room.

"I see you're finally up!" Ham said as he strolled over to the (now empty) sofa and picked up the remote for the ultra wide screen TV.

"Where's Noir?"

"Taking out his existential angst on unsuspecting gangsters. Speaking of which, if you could install an egg cream dispenser in the bar you'd have a new roommate for life."

Miles raised his hand, "And a Koca Kola machine too, if you don't mind. Did you sleep well?"

Peni smiled, "I slept great. Though…" she yawned, "I'm thinking I should really get to work on the fourth bedroom."

Gwen ran back down the stairs and ruffled Peni's hair, "I promise to buy you infinite candy if you do. Now I've gotta run. Bye guys!"

They all waved, "Bye!"

Then Gwen was gone. Peni joined Ham on the sofa.

"Was it wrong of me to make everyone come here?"

Ham put the TV remote down, "What's this all of a sudden?"

"Well…Gwen and Peter B both seemed pretty stressed just now."

"Well I can tell you now that Gwen will be a whole lot less stressed when she's got used to the beds here (among other things). And Peter B… he's uh, well you know how he is."

Peni played with the hem of her skirt, "It's just… I wanted to have everything finished before you guys got here, but I can't seem to get the last few bedrooms to stay in place."

"What's the problem?"

She felt Miles thwomp down next to her on sofa, "Maybe we can help!"

Peni sighed, "I wish you could."

"Try me," Ham replied.

"Well the problem with this world is… it's like… it's tiny. Really it's a tiny space, but it's kind of bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. It's deliberately nonsensical, minuscule and enormous at the same time."

Miles held his chin in his hands, "Like Ham's pockets?"

"Ham's pockets?"

Ham clicked his fingers, "The kid's got a point! I can fit practically anything in my pockets, no matter how big or heavy it may be!"

"Still," Peni said, staring at the floor, "how would you turn that into code?"

"Can't we try? Would it break anything?"

"I could sandbox it."

"Is that good?"

Miles answered for Peni, "If that's what I think it is, then yes."

Peni nodded, "It means we can test it in an isolated environment."

Ham hopped off of the sofa, "Well let's do it then! Gimme your programming doohickey."

"My tablet?"

"If that's what you're using, yes!"

"I'm not sure-"

Ham winked, "Peni, trust me. When it comes to nonsense, I'm kind of an expert."

Noir couldn't wait to get back. Though the urge to keep patrolling the grimy streets of Midtown Manhattan was strong, his desire to be back in that warm house, with his friends, was much stronger.

I've done everything I can for now.

He didn't believe that, but he knew that what Ham said was right: everyone needed a break. He needed a break. There was only so much death and misery the human mind could endure before it snapped. Sometimes he wondered if he'd already snapped, maybe he was already too far gone to be redeemed. Sometimes he wondered if he deservedto have such good friends, too. He wasn't like them. They were so naturally happy.

They deserve to be happy.

Did he not deserve happiness? No, it's not that he didn't deserve it… but he didn't need it. It wasn't his job to be happy. He had people to protect, a city to protect. Happiness was secondary. But at the same time he knew… he knew deep down that he did need it. If only he knew how to let himself feel it.

The important thing is that they're happy. As long as they're having a good time, I can rest easy.

With that thought in mind he clicked the button on his communicator that opened the door between his apartment and the interdimensional spider-house.

In less than a second the void materialized before him. It was time to go home. He closed his eyes and stepped through.

Immediately the sound of laughter greeted his ears. When he opened his eyes he saw everyone sitting in front of the TV playing some videogame.

"Quickly Ham, smash him!" yelled Peni.

"I'm trying, but he's just too heavy!"

Peter B laughed, "That's what you get for underestimating team Bowser, piggy boy!"

"Ooooh you're gonna regret that!"

Noir took his cap off and hung it on the coat rack by the door. He thought about saying something, but didn't want to interrupt their fun. He walked over to the bar, trying to stay out of sight, when Miles called out, "Noir, you're back!"

That drew everyone's attention.

"Noir!"

Peni ran over and buried her face in his chest. Noir noticed for the first time that Mary Jane was with them.

"Evenin' fellas," he said, "Don't let me interrupt."

Peter B wasn't having any of it, "Come join us! There's plenty of space on the couch!"

Noir felt a smile creep along the corners of his mouth, "I'm no good at video games."

"Don't worry," Peter B replied, "nor is Miles."

Miles tutted, "Speak for yourself, old timer!"

"Which of us is winning right now? Oh yeah that's right, me!"

"Imma whoop your butt right off the stage, you'll see."

"Bring it!"

They unpaused the game. Peni was still holding on to Noir. He asked,

"Don't you wanna play?"

"Nah, I'm already dead anyway," she looked up at him, "Are you having a nice day?"

He thought for a moment, "I wasn't… but I am now."

She hugged him tightly again, "You can come here any time, you know?"

He stroked her hair, "I intend to, as long as you'll have me."

"Don't be silly, you're always welcome! Now… do you wanna see the new egg cream dispenser I made for you?"

"You made an egg cream dispenser? Just for me?"

"Yup! Ham suggested it! I also made two new bedrooms and a swimming pool, but I can show you those later."

"You've been busy, huh?"

"Super busy! So do you want an egg cream?"

"I won't say no to an egg cream or two."

"Or three?"

"Or four."

Peni laughed, and together, hand in hand, they walked into the kitchen to dispense some tasty egg creams.