-1Hi. It's me again, Emily Hunter, here to bring you another entry of my father's journals of his crossover trip. Things started off rather slow, but this chapter will set things in motion, that much I guarantee.

A Familiar Scan

Journal XXVI Entry 9

Its Friday, and I'm here at home with Rasheed Watters and Terry Marmo. We're setting up the house for my younger sister, Karla's, birthday party. She'll be twenty years old, and I've planned out how the day would go.....

"Ok, Rasheed. The turntables are set up and it should be connected to my laptop." Murdoc said, stepping away from the DJ booth that was placed in the living room. Terry walked in carrying a large woofer and sat it next to the booth. "Yo Ra. Is it cool right here?" Rasheed nodded and reached into a large blue case and pulled out a tangled bunch of cables. "Yeah, that's fine for now. But don't plug anything in until I finish the main set ups." Rasheed said, almost getting entangled within his own cords. Murdoc walked over to Terry. "Is she coming? You know Karla is looking forward to the day she can hang out with her again." Terry nodded without turning to face Murdoc. "Alana will be here. She thinks of Karla as the little sister she never had."

Ok, everyone. I'll explain who Alana is. Alana Salazar is a student at the dojo that Karla visits. Terry ,who also knows some forms of martial arts, was dragged in, because of Karla's "persuasion", (reluctantly)to be a tutor. What she looks like? Well, picture a 23 year old perfect body model with brown skin and shimmering long black hair. Yet for some reason, Terry and Murdoc had no interest in dating her. Karla, on the other hand, tried to do everything in her power to hook Terry with Alana.... Sorry, off topic.

Alana decided to take a form of martial arts to help protected herself, as well as her mother, who was a victim of spousal abuse. It tore Alana apart the day her mother passed, and she used karate to vent her anger and pain. Terry, Murdoc and Karla pass by the dojo everyday, but when Karla saw her form and how she was using anger to fight her bouts, she actually walked inside and gave her tips on control, which lead her to want more advice from him. Thanks (or no thanks) to Karla, Terry showed up there every Wednesday and Friday. Because of that meeting, Karla and Alana hung out together and have a close relationship. Presently, I train under Alana, but she's REALLY strict....

The doorbell rang, and Resheed answered it. "Hello? Is this 361 Miller Lane, apartment 3?" A female voice was heard through the black door. "Hey Alana. Guess you made it, huh?" Terry said as he casually walked to the door as Alana walked inside. "Of course I did! I wouldn't miss that sassy little girl's birthday even if ya paid me!" Alana said, waving at Terry and Rasheed. Alana wore a deep blue shortcut top with a matching blue mini skirt. Rasheed's mouth was wide open as she walked by, which was closed shut by Alana, who giggled lightly at the reaction she was getting. "Down, boy. Try not to drool!" She tuned to Murdoc and gave him a small smile as she handed him a medium box covered with white wrapping paper. "Hey, Von."

"Don't...*sigh* call me that." Murdoc said slightly annoyed at the use of his P.D. assigned name.

"Sure, Von."

"Don't-Call me- THAT!"

"Where's Lil' Karlie?"

"She's at work. I had called the job ahead of time, told them to stall for time while we got the house ready for this special event." Murdoc replied, crossing his arms confidently. Rasheed, Terry, and Alana nodded.

"Not bad."

"....impressive..."

"Ingenious."

"I know...." Murdoc said with a smirk. "Hmm? Hold on a sec, guys. It's my phone." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small brown cell phone, which was playing the Final Fantasy VII Victory theme. "Hello?....Ahh, yes, boss. We're all here....No, Karla isn't here yet. Still on the job. She'll be off in about an hour....Sure. See ya in a few, Lona." Alana raised her eyebrows. "Whoa! Your boss is coming, too!?" Murdoc nodded. "Yes. I have a platonic relationship with my boss. How about you, Alana?" Alana's face flushed. "W-What are you implying about Terry and I?!" Murdoc smirked. "I never said anything about Ter, Alana." That comment only made Alana flush even more. Terry, on the other hand, stood facing the window as if he didn't here their little argument. "Murdoc, let's not start that again, ok?" He said, never turning to face the group. Murdoc nodded. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry I started it."

Interrupting them, the doorbell echoed in it's box. "Ah, that must be Lona. I'll get the door." Murdoc said walking to the front gate. As he opened the door, he bowed politely to Lona Beckly, who stepped inside. In one hand was a large duffel bag, and in the other, a folder in the remaining free hand. "Lona, this is Rasheed Watters and Alana Salazar." Murdoc introduced his two friends to his boss, as Rasheed shook her hand and Alana waved daintily. "You already know Terry." Terry nodded his head, acknowledging Lona. "Hello, . How are you?" Lona stepped up to Murdoc and held out the duffel bag. "These are some of the gifts that Karla wanted. I'd have come sooner but traffic is crazy over here." Murdoc smiled as he took the duffel bag from his boss. "Welcome to this part of the neighborhood, Lona." As he placed the bag with the other gifts that his sister would be receiving, he glanced at the wall clock. "Ok people, she'll be home any minute now. Go hide in the guest bedroom and stay quiet." Murdoc and Rasheed made there way to the DJ booth while Terry continued to sit there.

"What are you doing, Terry?" Rasheed asked. "I'm relaxing, kid. You're stressing to much." Terry replied while placing his black shades from his and wiped them clean before pleasing them back on his face. At that very moment, Karla had made her way to the front door. "Hey!! C'mon, guys! My hands are full." Terry, Rasheed and Murdoc turned to the front door. "He-llo?! A little help here!" Terry stood up and walked slowly to the door, squinting as he looked through the gate. "Um, may I help you, young lady?" Karla huffed aloud. "Ter-ry!! It's me, Karla. Open-the-door!!"

"Do you live here?"

"Ugh! TERRY!!!" Terry's laughter was followed in suite by Rasheed and Murdoc, as they opened the door and helped her with her bags. "Hey there, little lady. How was work?" Karla closed and locked the doors as she plopped down on the couch. "Terry, you don't wanna know…"

"Well, we do." A calm voice came from the hall, catching Karla's attention. "*gasp* Lona! Alana!" Was Karla's reaction as she stepped back in surprise against her brother. "Surprise, girlie! Happy birthday!" The cheerful Alana said. "I figured you'd enjoy their company today, so I pulled a few strings…" Murdoc said holding his sister's shoulders gently. Karla turned around and looked him in the eyes. "You sly dog! Is that why my boss…" Murdoc and the rest nodded. "Yup. It had to be done in order for us to get things ready over here." Karla smile and stood on her toes. "Aww…thanks, bro." She kissed his cheek before going to see her guest. "I'm surprised you came, Ms. Beckley." She said giving the elder woman a hug. "Of course I would, Karla. You and Murdoc are like my family, and the boys in blue at the office certainly like to see your face."

Alana placed her hands on her hips. "Girl, you are growin'! Keep this up and you'll be as tall as me…maybe!" Karla measured herself between Alana and Lona. "Yeah, maybe. I'm 20, so I still have time to catch up to you and Murdoc." Alana crossed her arms as she gave Karla a glare. "You got a boyfriend yet?" Karla laughed. "No, not yet at least. I haven't found anyone that shares a common interest with me."

"Thank God, too!" Murdoc said in disgust, his eyebrows lowered at Alana's question. "Murdoc, is there a problem?" Lona asked her semi-employee. "Karla doesn't need a boyfriend right now. She doesn't need a boyfriend ever!" Murdoc mumbled. Rasheed rolled his eyes at Murdoc. "C'mon, man! She's 20 years old. Let her get out and live a little."

"Please! Do you know what it was like when she was 11?! She got her first bra at 11!! 11!!"

Lona sigh deeply. "Murdoc. That is how young women grow up. I had mine at 12." Alana nodded. "I had one at 11, too. Why are you so stressed?" Murdoc tilted his head to the side. "…She's growing up too fast for me. I honestly believe that women should get breast at 21."

Alana raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" Murdoc crossed his arms. "Yeah. You know, 'Happy Birthday'…Poof! There they are."

Karla sighed. "Murdoc…" Terry, deciding to lighten the mood, walked over to Karla and picked her up and carried her in his arms to the presents at the DJ booth. "Perhaps we can get to the fun part of this day, hmm?" Karla blushed and laughed. "Sounds good to me!" Murdoc, Alana and Lona stood there smiling, as Rasheed moved back to the DJ station to change the track.

**********After The Party**********

Terry sat with his head leaned back against the brown pillow. "I think we did well. Did you enjoy yourself, Karla?" Karla was standing I front of the hallway door, where a full size mirror was attached. Looking at her newest outfit bought by Lona Beckley. A deep blue jean vest and matching jean pants that hugged her body. She also wore a short sleeve pink top, with her long golden brown hair in a ponytail kept in place by a pink hair ring. "I absolutely loved it, Ter. Thank you guys sooo much!" She said as she turned her back to the mirror and looked at her back to see the vest's design which said: "For your eyes only!!" She then lowered her eyes and looked at her rear end to see how the jeans looked before she noticed another pair of legs standing behind her. Jerking her head forward, she saw Murdoc standing there with his arms crossed. "You better be looking for the price tag!!" Karla groan, as her brother made his way back to his PC. "Ugh! Stop being so traditional, big Bro'!"This is the look for females my age" Terry raised his head, twirling his trademark black shades between his fingers. "You need to let Karla be Karla. She's 20 years old now, so she is going to act like one." Murdoc sighed as he sat his YuGiOh cards on the edge of his computer desk. "…I know. It's just-She's growing up so fast and I'm starting to miss the little 9 and 10 year old that would always want to ride on my back after school. I feel like I'm losing her…"

"Murdoc. You're my Big Bro'. That's never gonna change." Karla said, standing behind Murdoc's chair. Then with an mischievous gleam in her eyes, she snatched his glasses off of his face. "I'll nag and annoy you till the day you die!!" She said as she ran to her room, with Murdoc close behind, giving chase. "Give those back, you twerp!" However, when he leapt out of his chair, his elbow knocked over his stack of cards, landing all over his accessories. But one card in particular happened to fall face down on the open scanner: The Winged Dragon of Ra. Suddenly, the PC was booted up and began to function on it's own. Terry noticed the slight hum of the unit and called Murdoc. "Yo, kid! Did you turn on your computer?" Murdoc walked in, with Karla struggling to get out of a headlock. "No. Why?" Karla finally managed to squeeze her way out of her brother's grip, as she looked to the PC, which was working away. "Bro, it's on. And it's scanning something!" Murrdoc and Terry looked at the scanner to see a very familiar sight. The Egyptian god card was in the process of being scanned, as Murdoc freaked. "Stop that scanner!!!" All three rushed to the PC…but they never made it.

Murdoc's leap for the computer missed, but ran into something much softer. "Ack!!"

"Oof!!"

Terry opened his eyes and picked himself off the ground… "Wait… Why am outside?" Terry thought as Murdoc was kneeling over someone he didn't recognize. "Hey ,kid. You alright?" He asked while walking over to his distraught friend. But when he saw who Murdoc was kneeling over, Terry realized why he was so out of it. He had to put on his shades to cover up his own surprise. "You've got to be kidding me!!" Murdoc's eye's were wide open, as well as his mouth. "…Are you real?" Murdoc asked, through his shock. The mysterious figure finally rose and offered a white gloved hand. "Of course I'm real. You DID tackle me to the ground." Murdoc slowly reached out and grabbed the dainty hand and realized that it was his glasses that was being handed back to him as well. Murdoc stood up, placed his eyewear on, and looked into the brown eyes of a rather tall female rabbit! She stood about 5 ½ feet tall, with cream colored fir, and ears that reached pasted her shoulders. She wore a long purple dress that was a few inches above her red high heels, almost looking like royalty. Yet even after being roughly tackled by Murdoc, she still had a smile on her face. "Um, I'm really sorry, miss…"

"Rabbit. Vanilla Rabbit. It's quite alright." Vanilla answered the nervous Murdoc. Terry steeled his face and stepped to the rabbit named Vanilla. "Miss Rabbit, you think you could tell us where we are?"

Vanilla nodded as she looked at him. "Sure, but it should be obvious if you look around. This is Mario Central, also known as Mario Land in certain dimensions."