'Sup, people? Here we are with another chapter of Fellowship.

guardianstyle: Yes. Maybe too much.

JOHNHAMMOND1993: Thank you. Yes indeed.

Now, before I start, one important thing. Everyone Pack member is a real person, so be polite when talking about them. However, please, do tell me any ships you have with us, because we need entertainment.

Let the show begin!

Chapter 2: We Get the Thanos Treatment

I sat on a bench at the park, listening the shrieks of small children. I looked up every time I heard a car come, but once more, it turned out to just be another random asshole.

I had managed to wrangle a meeting at my local park about two weeks after the incident with the Lamp. This was going to be a big day for me - the day all twelve of my best friends would meet each other, and the first time I was going to see many of them for a while.

Speaking of which…

I pulled my phone out, turned it on selfie mode, and checked my hair and face. I looked at my clothes - a leather jacket, jeans, tennis shoes, and my Beauty and the Beast Jr. t-shirt from when I had performed in that show.

Sure, I was going to see several people. I saw a couple of them five out of seven days of the week.

But my girlfriend was coming, and we hadn't seen each other for weeks.

God, I was nervous.

A blue minivan pulled up, and I could hear the shouting from over there.

Obviously, one of my friend's parents had volunteered to take another.

The minivan parked, and the doors opened. Before it was even fully open, my friend Miles came bolting out faster than a cheetah, a look of wild fear in his brown eyes. His short black hair had been gelled a bit, though not as much as someone else who was coming. His crooked teeth were clearly visible as he screamed for dear life.

I caught Miles, grinning as I did so. "Okay, buddy, what did you do this time?"

"He insulted Legolas!" I looked up to see Tadyn, another buddy of mine, glaring at Miles from the parking lot. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail, and her green eyes were blazing with anger (What else is new? asked my subconscious, and I had to agree with it). Her long fingernails seemed even longer than usual, and seemed ready to kill someone - probably because she was. "Kill him!"

"Sorry, love," I said, adopting a Captain Jack Sparrow voice, something I found I could do normally again, "can't do that."

"Fine!"

I laughed and walked over to the car, told her parents to pick the whelps up at five, which made them laugh, thanked them, then turned to find Miles in a headlock.

"Er…" I grinned nervously. "Can we please not kill anyone?"

"Why shouldn't I kill him?" asked Tadyn heatedly, but with a sparkle of amusement of her eyes.

"Because the fate of the universe might rely on him."

"Yeah, right!" Tadyn laughed, but released Miles, who stumbled forward, rubbing his neck. He then turned around with an incredulous look in his eyes and screamed, "Seriously?!"

I chuckled, then turned to see that Paige had arrived. My ex was looking cheerful, her pale skin probably getting burned. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing her combat boots, as usual, along with rainbow socks.

Behind Paige was Aislinn. Aislinn had hair dyed red, and her eyes were blue and distant. She and Paige both wore one of the most over-excesses of fandom merchandise I had seen in a long time.

I missed seeing these guys casually.

"Paige! Aislinn!" I walked up and pulled them both into a hug. "How y'all doing?"

Paige got an excited grin and started talking about some adorable fanfiction she had read, while Aislinn simply shrugged and said, "Alright."

All five of the arrived Pack members began laughing, leading to our newest arrival to ask, "What?"

I turned around and grinned. "Karen!"

Sure enough, there stood Karen, with curly dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a wide, confused smile on her face.

"Karen!" I placed an arm around her shoulder and walked her to the Pack, then turned around from the awkward greetings to see that Leandra and Rachel had arrived.

Leandra was very short, with short, light brown hair and brown eyes. She looked kind of complacent, but looked happy to see other people she knew.

Rachel was only about a centimeter shorter than me, and had a blonde ponytail and blue eyes. She smiled and waved at everybody.

"Bonjour, mademoiselles!" I grinned and walked over, earning me a push from Rachel and a muttered threat to shoot me from Leandra.

"Wow… A bit grumpy, ladies?" I grinned, but turned back to the parking lot.

Next, somehow, was Timmy. The tall, lanky young man stepped out of the car, followed by the adorable little monsters known as his three younger siblings. Timmy had short brown hair, brown eyes, and rather crooked teeth, and looked bored already. He had chosen to wear a sleeveless shirt and jeans, though I would not have been surprised if he got out naked and with that same bored look on his face.

"Timmy, my man!" I walked over to my oldest friend and fist-bumped him, then high-fived his siblings, attempting to remember all of their names. "Kiana! Elana! Robert!"

Timmy's mom shrugged behind the kids. "They wanted to see you."

"No problem at all." I grinned.

Timmy's mom and siblings left, and I guided Timmy over to the rest of the Pack. "Yo, Timmy, I don't think you've ever met these fuckers." I grinned. "I'll leave you to be awkward."

A few minutes later, the last of the males showed up. Quintin grinned as he walked toward me, with brown eyes and black hair gelled down so hard it looked like cement.

"Bro!" He walked up to me and pulled me into a hug.

"Quintin, my man, how ya doin'?" I grinned and patted his shoulder. "Go talk to the awkward fuckers, we're waiting for three more."

"Sounds good." He grinned and walked by me.

The next was the tiny form of Bree. Her brown hair was in a ponytail, and her brown eyes looked rather dull at the moment. However, they brightened when they saw me.

"Bree." I grinned and spread my arms. Bree smiled and gave me a hug.

"Good news," I said, grinning. "Paige is here. Bad news, Quintin is here."

Bree sighed. "You're too friendly." She walked over to the group.

"Asher!"

I turned and nearly got knocked over by a small, excited figure screaming at the top of her lungs.

"How are you? I've missed you guys so much!"

"Alright, Maggie, calm down." I tried not to laugh as I held down the head of Maggie, who was trying to jump in the air with excitement.

Maggie shrugged. "I just can't help it! I'm excited!"

I shook my head as I looked at the small, black-haired little fangirl jumping in the air, her dark eyes sparkling.

I sighed. "Go hug Tadyn."

"Tadyn's here?!" Maggie ran toward the group, probably knocking down at least three of them in her excitement.

I turned. Of course she would come last… added to the drama of my life…

And then I saw her. Or her car, at least, but that was definitely her in the backseat. The car parked and unlocked, and I then walked over and opened the door to the backseat before Linsey could reach it.

"Your majesty." I smiled and performed a deep bow.

Linsey laughed. "Such service!"

"I only live to serve." I winked.

Linsey smiled and accepted my offered hand as she climbed out of her car.

I waved to her parents, then offered my arm and walked her over to the Pack.

"Hello, hello, hello, orphans!" I called in a Count Olaf voice. Awkward muttering ceased, while everyone looked at me oddly.

"So!" I clapped my hands and grinned. "How are we?

"Good till I saw your name in the notifications bar," called Aislinn. This caused chuckles throughout the group.

"Yuh-huh." I sighed. "Yeah, definitely feeling the love here. In any case." I rubbed my hands. "Kay, not everyone here knows each other, so I'm just going to make sure everyone knows each other. The fake redhead is Aislinn, the really short one's Bree, the one grinning is Karen, the one slightly taller than Bree is Leandra, the beauty is Linsey, the short one who's on the ceiling is Maggie, the shy one's Miles, the one next to the redhead is Paige, the one with cement on his head is Quintin, the one next to Lee is Rachel, the angry one's Tadyn, and the one who's trying to escape is Timmy. Get your ass back here, Timmy."

Timmy sighed and walked back, among several shouts of "I am not short!", laughter, and sighs.

"Alright, everybody recognize each other? Don't care. Y'all will know each other soon enough." I jumped down from the table. "I didn't call you here because I was bored. I called you…"

I pulled out the lamp.

"...Because of this."

Everybody looked at the lamp, confused, until finally, Quintin called, "Bro, did you steal that from Top Billing?"

I sighed. "No, Quintin, I did not. I found this on my desk one day, then managed to find myself in the world of Disney."

Everybody stared. I rolled my eyes. "Y'all are stubborn. Gather round, everybody get a finger on the lamp…"

After a lot struggling and me having to nearly wrench Miles's arm off, everyone had a finger on the lamp and two quizzical eyes aimed at me.

"Alright, everybody good?" After twelve affirmative nods, I grinned. "Good. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're off!"

I rubbed the lamp, felt the wind, felt myself shrinking, heard screams…

And then we were sucked through time and space. Again.

Or at least it was again for me. Everyone else was screaming their heads off, but for me, it was kind of like my second time on the Tower of Terror: Still scary, but actually fun this time.

We came out in the throne room again, but this time, I saw Donald Duck climbing down from the throne with a bucket of paint in his hand. I realized he had just finished fixing it.

Oh, shit.

We sped into the throne, managing to break through it again.

"No!" Donald leapt down and cradled several pieces of stone. "Why does this always happen?!"

"Y'know, Quackers," I sighed, having already gotten up and now assisting Linsey, "You should really show more appreciation for the people who are going to save this world's arse."

Donald glared at us, then sighed. "I'll go tell King Mickey everyone's here."

Tadyn raised an eyebrow. "You've been expecting us?"

Donald glared at me. "Of course. Someone was supposed to tell you."

I shrugged. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

I turned to the rest. "Basically, while we're here, we're supposed to get superpowers and save the universe. I'm Lightning. Who knows what the rest of you are."

Everybody stared.

I sighed. "Okay, personality switches on."

Everyone still stared at me, dumbfounded.

I sighed. "Yes, we're in Disney World. Well, it's called the Kingdom, but whatever. We're in the freaking world of Disney. Deal with it."

Miles fell into a dead faint, Maggie let out a shriek that probably killed Pluto, and everyone else began checking out the castle.

"Yo," called Timmy, "Is this real gold?"

"I assume so." I shrugged, looking at the wall.

Timmy got an evil glint in his eye, then pulled out his Swiss army knife and cut a small sliver off of the wall.

"Put it back, dude," I called, while Quintin went over and muttered something. Timmy nodded and cut another sliver off, handing it to my old acting double. I rolled my eyes, then saw Tadyn had managed to get some off with her fingernails. I sighed, then, making sure no one was watching, I picked up some of the remnants of the throne and scraped some gold off of the wall, hastily slipping it into the pocket of my leather jacket.

After a couple minutes of similar shenanigans, involving Timmy's Swiss army knife and a hastily improvised bandage for Miles's arm, a certain duck walked back into the throne room.

"Daisy!" I called, pleased for the change, as I had a feeling Donald would be very rude about the scrapes on the walls. I bowed deeply, then spread my arm. "This is my Wolf Pack."

"Very nice." Daisy smiled kindly at me. "Come, there have been seats prepared for you."

"How is there room at that table?" I muttered, but I followed, then turned and saw only eleven were following. I gestured to Miles - first with a certain finger, then gesturing at him to come.

Somehow, the Disney Council or whatever had managed to get a bigger table since the last time I had visited. Pocahontas and Meg were now separated by thirteen chairs, one of which I immediately occupied. The middle one, to be specific.

When the others sat around me, I grinned and gave the short introductions that Tadyn and I had thought of all day because we were bored. "Kay. I'm the crazy one. Aislinn and Paige are the ones that look like they're together, Bree's the short one, Karen's the happy one, Leandra's the short psychopath, Linsey is the nice, pretty one, Maggie's the loud one, Miles is the quiet one, Quintin's the gay one, Tadyn's the angry one, and Timmy's the one who probably wants to kill you all. Put the knife away, Timmy."

Leandra objected to her title, Timmy sighed and put the knife away, and the rest of the Disney characters stared at me, dumbfounded at the mentioning of psychos, homosexuality, and violence. Why did they stare? I hadn't even sworn this time!

Meg just shrugged and made a 'go on' gesture with her hand.

Mickey swallowed. "Those are… Very nice introductions, Lightning Master." He smiled uncertainly, then hopped down from her chair. "If you'll allow me, I need to touch you guys." Looking at their shocked expressions, the mouse blushed and chuckled. "Just a brush on the arm. It won't do anything to you."

Mickey walked around the table and brushed each of their arms in turn, then turned and walked to a cabinet, briefly explaining what the hell was happening as he went and began unlocking it. (That was way too many locks for any normal cabinet.) He then opened it to a large group of weapons, grabbed a bow and arrow, and turned to see thirteen - or twelve, at least - dumbfounded teenagers.

"Tadyn," called the Disney icon. A few places to my right, the blonde rose and stepped forward. Mickey warmly smiled at her.

"You are destined to be the Master of Fire." I shuddered, knowing this was going to lead to some bad days. "I give you the bow and arrow, the weapon used by Fire-users in ancient times." I looked around, chuckling at a frightened expression on Miles's face.

Tadyn grinned, then turned and mouthed, "Better not piss me off."

I looked around. Moana looked slightly offended, Mulan flinched, but looked indifferent, Figment grabbed the table to steady himself, and Meg cracked a smile, looked at me, and mouthed, "I like this one. Can I keep her?"

I grinned, then turned back to the mouse as Tadyn sat down. The following proceeded in much the same fashion.

"Leandra. You are destined to be the Master of Water. I give you the trident, the weapon used by Water-users in ancient times.

" are destined to be the Master of Earth. I give you the hammer, the weapon used by Earth-users in ancient times.

"Paige. You are destined to be the Master of Air. I give you the boomerang, the weapon used by Air-users in ancient times.

"Linsey. You are destined to be the Master of Light. (Here, I cracked a grin, because the title fit Linsey perfectly.) I give you the staff, the weapon used by Light-users in ancient times.

"Timmy. You are destined to be the Master of Darkness. I give you the daggers, the weapon used by Darkness-users in ancient times.

"Asher."

I rose, suddenly aware there were about thirty sets of eyes on me. I walked to Mickey and grinned, feeling nervous.

"You are destined to be the Master of Lightning. I give you the spear, the weapon used by Lightning-users in ancient times."

I took the weapon, then heard Paige call, "Don't drop it."

"I have a pointy stick and I'm not afraid to use it," I growled at Paige as I took my seat.

"Aislinn. You are destined to be the Master of Ice. I give you the sword, the weapon used by Ice-users in ancient times."

"Karen. You are destined to be the Master of Life. I give you the ax, the weapon used by Life-users in ancient times.

"Rachel. You are destined to be the Master of Spirit. I give you the scythe, the weapon used by Spirit-users in ancient times.

"Brianna." I raised by eyebrow, then remembered that was Bree's full first name. How did Mickey know that? Maybe it was just obvious. "You are destined to be the Master of Metal. I give you the gun, the weapon used by Metal-users in ancient times."

"Hold up." Aislinn made a 'time-out' gesture. "They had guns in ancient times?"

"Before the flood."

"Ah." Aislinn shrugged.

"Quintin. You are destined to be the Master of Time. I give you the hook and chain, the weapon used by Time-users in ancient times.

"Awkward wording, but okay." Quintin shrugged and returned to his seat.

Finally, the last Elemental…

"Maggie. You are destined to be the Master of Sound. I give you the shield, the weapon used by Sound-users in ancient times."

"Weapon?" I muttered. Tadyn somehow managed to reach across several bodies to punch my shoulder, but those who had heard (read: everyone) had smiles on their faces.

"So!" I clapped my hands and grinned. "What now?

"Well," Mickey said, "we're in a bit of an awkward situation."

"You're in an awkward situation?" asked Bree incredulously. "We don't even belong here, and I'm holding a gun."

"Yes," said Tadyn, "but unlike some people, Asher, you can actually be trusted with a gun, Bree."

I glared at her. "Shut up and let the mouse talk."

Mickey grimaced. "The day after Asher arrived, the Thirteen attacked. They stole the keys to each of the Elemental Realms, and we don't know where the keys are now."

I raised my eyebrow. "This sounds suspiciously like a giant plot device to allow us to explore the Kingdom and make this story even more complicated than it already is."

Mickey shrugged. "Be that as it may, it's a fact. And they're probably scattered across the Kingdom, knowing the Villains… So we have a guide and chauffeur for you. Problem is, he's kind stuck in Lalotai."

I sighed. "Of course he is. Don't suppose we have any hints?"

"Nope." Mickey shrugged. "But I will be sending one more person with you."

The Pack practically held its breath.

"Mulan." Mickey nodded at the war hero, who bowed respectfully. "She will be with you and training you."

"Gucci." I stood up and stretched. "So what now?"

Mickey smiled. "I send you to Lalotai."

"Okey-dokey." I grinned. Mickey snapped his fingers, and the Pack, Mulan, and myself began to turn to dust.

"Wait a minute." I raised my disintegrating arm. "Who's the guide?"

Mickey sighed, and the last thing I heard before I was disappeared was:

"You'll see."