Disclaimer: Vicki's chapter, which means it was written by? Anyone? Anyone? VICKI! She's starting to question whether you all know it or not…hahahhaa. How could you not? It's Vicki! It's Vicki and Will, all day, everyday! I'll be up next in the few chapters following. It's gonna start getting rocky children, so fasten your seatbelts and ugh…make sure you have OnStar assistance…you know just in case. Cheers! FOR NARNIA, AND FOR ASLAN! Sorry, had to! Loved the movie.

P.S. We have a winner of the contest in this chapter. The lovely Sentinel Sparrow shall be playing the role of some nasty bi-hatch we meet with the boys. No one who entered the contest had a bitch that was blond! So she was left up to our imaginations. Don't worry more character will make appearances as we go along, so keep reviewing!

"I want chicken, I want liver, Meow Mix, Meow Mix, please deliver!"

"Jack! SHUT UP!" I screamed to the back as I drove Rachel and the boys over to my house for the weekend.

"I'm sorry, Vicki. He saw the commercial on TV this morning and he hasn't stopped since." Rachel sighed, absentmindedly drawing a pirate ship on the fogged up windows…it was raining outside (not that kind of fog!)

"That kitty was too cute for words!" Jack grinned.

"I swear, Jack, I still have my scissors! I'll cut more hair off…and I won't stop cutting if you get my drift." I spoke to Jack's reflection in the rear view mirror.

"Please Jack. It really is a bit on the annoying side." Will agreed. We continued our drive with more yelling as Jack began to draw lewd pictures on the windows steam, causing Rachel to stifle her laughter and Will and I to blush whenever we met eyes in the mirror. About a block away from my house two pre-teen girls wearing NSync and Orlando tee shirts caught a glimpse of the boys in the backseat and started running alongside my car. At least this is until I yelled, "He's mine!" out the window. That stopped them.

We finally reached the house and I opened the front door.

"Okay, now house rules. I AM THE QUEEN OF MY TERRITORY. AND I CLAIM WILLIAM AS MY KING. No one but Rachel and I are allowed in my room, I'm…uh…painting and I worry about the fumes; you know they're quite toxic and I fear for your health. So…have at it!" This wasn't really true about my room. About the paint. The real reason I was uneasy about any of the guys taking a peek at my sleeping quarters was because of the walls. They were cluttered with posters and magazine clips of Orlando Bloom in his many guises…along with a few choice Dom pics. I didn't think showing Will my infatuation with his twin would be a good idea. I mean just look at the trouble the whole "other man" thing put on Rachel and Jack's relationship. So nuh uh…we weren't going there anytime soon if we could help it.

After my speech Jack paused then ran full on into the kitchen and began pressing buttons on my oven. This was gonna be a long day.

"So, I thought maybe we could go to Target. You know, to kind of get you in the middle of today's world, sorta like submersion." I said.

"You mean immersion?" Rachel asked.

"Whatever."

"What's this 'Target' yer talking 'bout?" Jack spoke, stumbling a bit on an upturned corner of my rug, or maybe he just stumbled because he was Jack…highly likely.

"It's a store only it has everything you could ever possibly need in it. It's like…heaven!" I sighed, "And I love cute $16 shoes."

"Cheapass." Rachel coughed.

"Exsqueze me?"

"Oh I didn't say anything." Sure she didn't.

"Anyways, I need to get you two something to wear. Because 17th century garb might get you sent to the loony bin."

"Alright. What we waitin' for then?" Jack asked, chuckling warmly under his breath.

"Well, I need to put you both in normal clothes before we go shopping for normal clothes." I answered him. We went upstairs and after a brief explanation of what that large box was (a computer 'This is where the magic 'appens…) I'd successfully dressed the boys in my dad's clothes. Will was wearing khakis and a white undershirt with his own shoes. Man…he looked hot. I wasn't too into preppy myself but the white shirt – khaki look was gorgeous. I gave Jack a pair of jeans and my own oversized plaid button down shirt. Rachel put his hair in a ponytail and the end result was a sort of crazed hippie/lumberjack.

"Oh boy. It's your fantasy man, Rachel!" I joked. She shot me a 'I'll kill you for that!' look and backed away as Jack eyed her and slid a nimble hand around her waist…well, maybe a little lower than her waist.

"Jack. I'd just like to ask you something before we leave."

"Yes." Jack answered.

"I haven't even asked the question yet!" Rachel cried.

"I know. But ye were going to ask me if I'd sleep with ye. And well, a favor fer a friend," Jack said, reasoning with himself, "An' so I decided…yes. Yes, love. I'd be happy to give you that one night of unbridled passion."

"Jack, I was going to ask you if you prided yourself on your appearance, and if you feel stupid if you LOOK stupid."

"Oh. Well in that case, I do feel pride in the fact that I'm wildly handsome and that me clothes only enhance what's naturally there. So yes, I do feel like a bit of a wanker when I look…not up to my best."

"Oh good. Just checking." Rachel snickered, looking him up and down.

"Let's go before Jack realizes." I said, grabbing Will's hand and heading for the door.

"Before Jack realizes what?" Jack asked, smelling his underarms to find out if that was the culprit for all the talk. They must have smelled okay (to him) because he shrugged his shoulders. Not that okay was really okay by our standards.

"Nothing." I replied.

"B'fore Jack realizes what?" He cried, then remembered something, "Does tha' mean 'no' ta sleeping wit' me?"

Oh yes, it was gonna be a long day alright.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot shoes!" I gushed, dragged Will behind me. Rachel was pushing Jack while he gazed back at the various treats at the snack bar.

"Hot dogs! That, love, is just not right. How do ye shop at a store that serves dogs in the form of…er…man parts?"

"It's not really dog, Jack, it's…well…actually, I'm not quite sure myself."

"Rachel! Get yer arse over here!" I screamed back at her. She made it over to where Will and I were with some trouble due to the fact that the shoe aisle was around the corner from the lingerie aisle, and Jack became preoccupied. Finally, in a huff and with Jack drooling slightly at the red lace bra clutched firmly in his grasp she joined us.

"Ok, we're here. What's the emergency you felt the need to scream bloody hell at us for?" Rachel asked me while Will was trying to pull the bra away from Jack and shove it in an empty shoe box, and many scared red shirts were staring at us and moving away slowly.

"They don't have the gold shoes I wanted." I whined. I had been to Target a month prior and seen the cutest pair of gold ballet flats, which were now absent from the racks upon racks of cheap shoes. Don't you hate it when that happens?

"You're serious? That's the hurry! I promised Jack I'd buy him something if he moved his feet."

"Oh well, sorry!" I shrugged. Rachel took a step towards me, but just then two Barbie look-a-likes walked down the aisle and right in between us.

"I want them." Jack muttered under his breath.

"Jack you can't BUY those…well, actually, they are kind of ho-ish."

"I WANT THEM!" Jack roared this time. He began to do a little dance that looked like maybe he had to pee, but I was too afraid to look down to see if anything else was doing a little dance.

"Oh god." I threw up my hands and leaned back into Will.

"Ladies…" Jack nodded as soon as he noticed them eyeing him. I was surprised. I mean, yes, Jack is a handsome man, but I never thought that a blond and a brunette wearing mini skirts and strapless shirts would go for the deranged hippie standing in the woman's shoe aisle.

"Hi." The two bimbos chorused. One was so bleached and dyed her blond hair looked pure white, and she was wearing disgustingly bright pink lip gloss. The other was going for the bad chica look, tanned to the point of being caramel fake, with dark brown eyes and black hair. I noticed the distasteful placement of piercings in her belly button and left nostril.

"I couldn't help but notice ye giving me a sort o' look. Now I know tha' look well, and I know the meanin' ye were trying to…imply."

"Oh really. Well if I had known I'd meet a hunk in Target I would have dressed up a little more." The brunette winked.

"Which would be what, a leather skirt instead of polyester?" I asked. They glared at me.

"Anyways…our friend owns this club, and they're having a big rave tonight, and…well…" The dark haired floozie brought up, flirting coyly with Jack, behind black lashes. "We need dates." She reached into her purse, pushing past me, and took out two bright pink flyers. It was then that she handed one to Jack, and the blond turned her attention towards Will, my Will! She reached out to hand him the flyer…and got it snatched out of midair by a very angry ME.

"Excuse me. But you are assuming that both these men WANT to go with you. And while the answer is obviously 'yes' for Jack, Will here," I said, looking back at him and brushing the hair away from my eyes, "is taken. And unless you want there to be a girl fight right here in Target land, I suggest you check yourself 'fore you wreck yourself. Because if you want them, we come with the deal as well."

"Right." Will reinforced me with his arm possessively resting around my waist, where these days it seemed to be most of the time.

"Fine. You're all invited." Blondie said with a huff.

"Admission's free if you know the right people." The dark haired girl added, still looking at Jack with her intentions clear in her eyes. Definite ho. "Just mention our names. Abby…" She pointed to her friend, who was still making sneaky peeks at Will as though I couldn't see her, "And Elaina." She finished with a cat like grin. Jack's own smile widened.

"Fine." I echoed, throwing a lewd gesture their way when they turned their backs and walked off.

"Nice!" Rachel cried pushing Jack out of the way to high-five me. "Party invites!" I smiled and led Will out into the center aisle. Now all I had to do was make him look hot for tonight, which frankly, shouldn't be too hard.