ecto1B: Hey hey hey! I'm back!

Atlas: WHERE'S JIMMY?!?!?!

ecto1B: Oh, he's coming… (smiles deviously)

Charity: And where's Rex? And Cody?

ecto1B: Coming… coming…

Charity: O_o

Atlas: (growing impatient) WELL GET ON WITH IT!

Charity: ecto1B doesn't own Treasure Planet, Star Wars, or any of their characters. All she owns is me, Charity. and Atlas is her friend Kimi's OC.

ecto1B: ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter 2

OMG!

After the movie was over, the two girls grabbed their sleeping bags and went to bed. On a usual night, they'd stay up late gossiping about anime, Star Wars and the upcoming Cons, (not to mention Vic Mignogna, Atlas's favorite voice actor). But tonight, for some strange reason, they grew tired rather quickly. Why, they had no idea. Was it that they'd just finished SAT testing at school and were very tired from all that work? Was it because the moon was emitting an eerie, ghost-like glow, brightening the outside of Charity's house and turning the brown bricks white? Or was it because they hadn't eaten any sugary snacks right before bed?

Whichever was the case, Charity and Atlas were fast asleep around 10 PM, and remained silent until 11:58 PM, when a loud crash resonated throughout the basement. Only Atlas seemed to hear it, for she shot up in her sleeping bag and glanced frantically around the dark room. The only source of light was a tiny Minnie Mouse nightlight near the stairwell, barely able to illuminate a fraction of the huge basement. Charity had plugged it in for a sense of security. Atlas hated total darkness—so did Charity—so the nightlight helped. But, this time, Minnie Mouse's glowing head was unable to reveal to Atlas what had made the suspicious noise.

She turned her head towards Charity, who was still fast asleep nearby. The girl's face was turned away from Atlas, and her breathing was slow and peaceful. Quite obvious that Charity hadn't heard the noise. Should I wake her up? Atlas wondered. That was a pretty loud noise… maybe someone's in her basement? Then she shook her head, arguing with herself. Atlas, that's the stupidest thing you've ever thought. Someone in her basement? You have got to be kidding. That stuff only happens in movies and very cheesy, badly written Fanfics. Atlas rubbed the palm of her hand along her pajama pants, contemplating. Should I go check? Just in case?

Finally, Atlas decided that "better safe than sorry" would be the easiest course of action to follow. As quietly as she could—so she didn't wake up Charity—Atlas scooped up her Dark Mousy plushie for comfort and crawled out of her sleeping bag. She crept over to her night bag and retrieved a miniature flashlight keychain from the front pocket. Making sure it still worked, Atlas tiptoed her way over towards the source of the sound. There was one more room in Charity's basement: the workroom. Not as big as the playroom, it was a haven for doing school projects and building things, for it was full of open space, scissors, glue, tape and colored pencils. Charity's mother also scrapbooked in there, so there were tons of scraps of paper and whatnot to use. Atlas recalled a few times in the past when she and Charity had constructed school projects within the room, such as the baking soda volcano and the potato battery. All were on display on shelves in the room, and Atlas liked strolling around, remembering all the funny moments they'd had while building the projects.

As Atlas slinked forward, the sound went off again, but this time it was followed by an "Ouch!" She instinctively snatched up one of Spiro's (Charity's older brother) Nerf guns from the floor—accidently losing grip of the tiny flashlight—and pointed it like a dagger at the door. Her hands shook and her eyes enlarged when more whispering sounded.

"Where are we?" she heard someone ask furiously.

Adrenaline seeped into Atlas's veins, making her sweat like crazy. She wiped her brow and squeezed the Dark Mousy plushie underneath her arm even tighter. Her feet cautiously dragged closer and closer to the workroom door…

"I don't know, Anakin. It looks like some sort of… workshop?"

Anakin… Anakin?!?!?

"Snips, go look back there. See if you can find a way out of this place. Rex, Cody, you go with her. Obi Wan and I will look over here…"

Snips? As in Ahsoka? Rex? Cody? Obi-Wan?

Then came the shuffling of feet. "Master, I don't see anything over here, except for cheap replicas of mountains and some sort of brown food…"

"No Separatist insignias?"

"No, Master."

Someone began to meditatively hum. "Mmm… there is a strong eminence of the Force pulsing from over by this door."

"Sir, what planet are we on?"

"No idea, Rex. But it looks like—somehow—we're being held hostage." Atlas snuck closer to the door.

"By the Seppies, sir?"

"No, probably pirates. Keep an open head, Rex."

"You too, Cody." Atlas stepped even closer.

"Don't worry, sir. If there are any clankers, we'll be ready for them." Then came the click of a blaster.

Atlas pressed her ear to the door, and the voices stopped.

"Master, wha—"

"Shh…" The footsteps got closer. "There's someone behind here…"

She shut her eyes and grabbed the door handle, steadily turning it.

"Who's there?" someone asked.

Like a lightening bolt shooting through her body, Atlas let out a battle cry and shoved the door open; activating the Nerf gun's automatic firing and letting all the Nerf bullets bombard the five people inside the workroom. She kept her eyes closed and just yelled like Rambo. The Nerf gun had 25 rounds, but it didn't last long, and then she was left standing in the doorway, staring blankly at Obi Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Commander Cody and Captain Rex; the lead characters for the fictional television series Star Wars The Clone Wars.

ZOMG!

Anakin, Obi Wan and Ahsoka whipped out their lightsabers. Rex and Cody pulled out their blasters and aimed at her. Atlas let the Nerf gun fall to the floor and then goggled at them; her mouth hanging wide open in terror.

"Why hello there," Obi Wan began, completely unruffled by Atlas's presence. He gripped the handle of his lightsaber menacingly at his shoulder like a baseball bat. "Have any more of those fake bullets to hit us with?" He looked exactly like he did on The Clone Wars series, with his brownish-orange beard and determined expression gleaming through his blue eyes. Anakin also looked the same: tall and handsome, with his hair tousled and a thin scar over his right eye. Ahsoka wore her usual Padawan outfit and held her green lightsaber behind her back like a javelin. She was a bit shorter than Atlas, but was still intimidating. Rex and Cody wore their armor and helmets and also looked very scary with their blasters held at the ready; the barrels aimed at Atlas's front. There were tons of scratches and marks on their armor, showing the wear and tear of the war in more ways than one. To Atlas's horror—and utter surprise—a lone Nerf bullet had made its intended target: secured to the dead center of Captain Rex's helmet. It was apparently unnoticed by him, for he didn't pay it any attention. Atlas began to fidget over the sight of it. Eventually it would drive her insane.

"P-p-please don't hurt me…" she begged, raising her hands above her head. The Dark Mousy plushie tumbled to the ground. "I d-didn't mean to shoot at you…"

"Must I inform you that your sweep was totally ineffective?" suggested Obi Wan. "And that the dreadful howling sound you made was more like the sound of a tauntaun being run over by a podracer?"

"Where are we?" Anakin cut in firmly, disregarding his master's remark. "And who are you?"

Atlas's mouth jabbered open and close for a few seconds before her vocal chords began to function again. She was scared to death and turning paler by the second. "I'm Atlas—or Attie—Sharp, and y-you're in my friend Charity's basement b-b-because of God-knows-what. I don't have a c-clue."

"What planet?" one of the clone troopers inquired more specifically. She couldn't tell which one had asked because their helmets covered their faces, so she just addressed both of them together.

"Uh… Earth…?" Atlas looked at them in total disbelief. "So… you all have no idea why you're here?"

The five people, unsure, huddled and murmured amongst themselves for a few moments. Atlas then heard a noise behind her and spun around. Charity stood there, tiredly rubbing the sleep from her eyes and groaning. Her caramel-colored hair was disheveled and rumpled, and a bit of eyeliner she'd forgotten to take off earlier had smeared some under the bottom lid of her pale grey eye. She hadn't yet noticed the people standing in her basement; otherwise she would've flipped out already. Rex and Cody were two of her all-time favorite characters, and she "loved them with a fiery passion that was never to be silenced as long as she lived." What will she say when she sees them STANDING in HER BASEMENT?

"Attie…" she moaned, exhausted. "What the flip are you doing? Don't you realize it's past midnight?" She finished rubbing her eyes and looked up. "You should… be… sleeping…" Atlas watched in strange delight as Charity's gaze dove past the doorway and into the workroom, where the five SW characters had finished discussing between each other and had turned back to face Atlas—and now Charity as well. Her friend's face transformed in milliseconds.

"Oh… my…" Charity put a hand over her mouth and stumbled backwards. Her hand muffled the few shocked swears that poured from her lips, but anyone could tell she was hyperventilating.

"Charity?" Atlas approached her staggering friend. "It's alright… don't panic… just keep on breathing."

"Is that… who I.. think it is?" Charity breathed. Atlas heard someone come up to her from behind and she pivoted around, not noticing Charity falling back against the couch and taking long, deep breaths.

"Is she all right?" Commander Cody stood there, finally out of the workroom. He motioned to Charity. The others remained where they were. "She looks to be having a hard time breathing…"

Immediately, Atlas shoved Cody back towards the other SW characters. "I'd advise you all not to go near her for a while. 'Specially you and Rex." Atlas pointed at the two clones. "She's basically in love with both of you. It may take her a while to recover from the shock that OMG WHY THE FLIP ARE YOU ALL IN HER BASEMENT?!?!?!?!?" Realization flooded her brain and she flailed around in the air, glomping each character. "THIS IS SO AMAZING!!!!" When she glomped Anakin, her puppy-dog hazel eyes appeared. "You're my favorite…" she purred, ignoring Anakin's cry for air.

Suddenly there was a flash of brown hair as Atlas was yanked off of Anakin's contracting waist and back to the doorframe. Charity had regained composure.

"Attie!" she scolded. "Don't go glomping everyone you see! Let's try for a little self-control." Atlas snorted at Charity's unintentional irony. "Now…" Charity looked up at her SWheroes with shaking placidness. "Let's get things straight. This… isn't some sort of cruel joke?"

Rex and Cody removed their helmets and held them under their muscular arms, revealing the handsome and identical clone troopers they were. Anakin lifted a scrap of paper from the nearby table with the Force and cut it into shreds with his lightsaber. Obi Wan and Ahsoka twirled their swords around elegantly, clashing them around a bit. The familiar, haunting hum buzzed through the air

"Convincing enough for you?" Anakin asked shrewdly, deactivating his lightsaber and hanging it on his belt.

Charity had entered la-la land once again, catching longing glimpses of Rex and Cody's un-helmeted, GORGEOUS faces over Atlas's shoulder. She hadn't heard Anakin's retort like Atlas had. Her grey eyes widened and raked across each of their tanned, perfect faces with greatly mesmerized interest, taking in as much details as possible. Charity was too transfixed to notice that they, too, were studying her with curious fascination. Never before had either trooper been exposed to an average, everyday girl before. They'd been too busy with KIA's and weaponry to worry about women at all. And now, though it wasn't attraction, it was genuine intrigue.

Annoyed, Atlas waved a hand in front of her friend's unmoving, gawking face but received no response. She pouted and placed a hand on her hip.

"Sorry about her…" Atlas muttered. "Like I said before, she's lovesick."

Just as Obi Wan opened his mouth to speak, another SUPER random thing happened. All Atlas heard was the exact same noise she'd heard before when the SW characters had miraculously appeared in the workshop. Out of nowhere, five new figures fell right on top of the SW characters from a small portal that grew in the ceiling, then vanished without a trace.

Charity and Atlas stepped forwards and peeked through the door, straining their necks to see who the new people were. When their eyes focused, Atlas screamed.

Sitting on top of Rex, Cody, Obi Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka were Jim Hawkins, Dr. Delbert Doppler, Captain Amelia, B.E.N. and John Silver, the main characters from Treasure Planet. They were all coughing and glancing around awkwardly, not observing that the soft pillows they'd landed on were actually people. Jim was as handsome as usual, with his strangely attractive haircut and regularly baggy clothes. Delbert's glasses were hanging crooked upon his doggish face, and Amelia, a lithe cat-like woman, adjusted them correctly back on his nose for him. B.E.N., a lanky rusted robot with huge eyes and a prattling mouth was sitting on top of Captain Rex, who had been shoved onto his stomach. His helmet rolled forwards and came to a stop at Charity's feet. John Silver, the potbellied cyborg, had narrowly missed sitting directly on Anakin and had landed near the far wall instead. He moaned and fixed his tricorn hat upon his head, sniffing. Anakin, taking note that a huge lumbering guy had missed him, breathed a sigh of relief.

Atlas screamed again. Charity, not taking her eyes off of the newcomers, retrieved Rex's helmet from the ground and clutched it in her hands. She might've been "in love" with Cody and Rex, but Jim wasn't half bad, either, though Atlas was the one screaming.

At last, Jim spoke, using his rebellious, hormonal teenager voice that the two had fangirled over since they'd first seen the movie.

"Where are we?"

Atlas: (screams in delight) JIMMY JIMMY JIMMY!

Charity: (still clutching Rex's helmet) My precious… my precious…

Rex: Yeah, um… could you give that back?

Charity: (snarls) NO.

ecto1B: O.O

Atlas: HEY JIMMY!

Jim: Uh… who are you?

ecto1B: REVIEW PLEASE!