A/N: First off I just wanna say WOW. Thanks to everyone for all the reviews. They all sorta just came at once and I loved them all. Thanks your reviews always make my day. Any ways I know I've taken a really long time on updating so I'll get to it. Oh p.s. I apologize for any offensive comments Turnstile makes in this or any chapter. That is all :D

"YOU DID WHAT?" Gerard and Frank shouted at the same time. Helena bit her lip.

"It was an accident! I swear! I couldn't see but I knew you guys would worry and then my communicator wasn't charged so I couldn't call anyone and then there was the dust storm and then…" She could feel herself ranting.

"That is no excuse to be driving in the middle of a sand storm!" Gerard's face was a beat red.

Turnstile cleared his throat and took a step forward.

"In all fairness if she hadn't of crashed we probably never would have been rescued." He said coolly. He didn't make eye contact when he spoke. Instead he seemed to have an attitude and stared at the ceiling as if the whole thing bored him. Gerard looked him up and down.

"That might be the case but it doesn't excuse her for what happened." He cast a dark glare over Turnstile. Right off the bat he didn't like the boy's attitude.

"Dad I'm really really sorry." Helena pleaded.

Turnstile placed an arm around Helena's neck.

"Cut the girl some slack." He winked. "She didn't mean anything by it."

For a moment Gerard looked as if he was torn between tearing Turnstiles arm off or screaming until his head exploded.
Helena shrugged his arm off.

"I can handle myself thank you!" She glared.

Just then Turnstile felt a swift tug on the collar of his jacket. He looked back to see Frank gripping him by the collar.

"I think we just need to let them have some family time." He awkwardly smiled. "Come with me." He said the last part through his teeth.

Along the way he grabbed Sky by the arm thus giving cause to another giggle fit. Frank led everyone but Helena and Gerard out of the garage and pulled the door shut behind him. As he shut the metal door he could just make out odds and ends of the conversation.

"Your mother is going to kill you! As start to your punishment…no um…no video games for a year!"

"No one plays video games anymore dad." Frank could hear the exasperation in her voice.

Finally the door shut with a bang. Frank turned to see a group of aggravated teens and five confused yet slightly also agitated adults. He let out a sigh.

"Ray why don't you and Mikey take the girls back to your place and start making dinner?" He said quickly trying to sort this all out. "Rocket, you and your sister go with Boomer back to Victory's and chill there till I get you."

"What?" Boomer stepped forward. "We get a bunch of NY Killjoys on our doorstep and you have me baby-sitting? Frankie that's not fair! I want in on this!" She crossed her arms.

Frank rolled his eyes.

"Boom, just do it." She gave him an evil glare and grabbed Rocket and AJ by the arm.

"Come one ya brats." She shot a quick look back. Rocket and AJ released themselves from her grip and continued walking.

"Bitch, don't man handle me!" AJ spat as she untwisted her arm.

Frank just ignored the comment and turned back to Turnstile and Sky.

"Follow me. We'll talk in the house." Frank motioned for them. He led them to the front of the house and into the living room.

Their house was simple enough. The living room had a light blue paint with a brown leather couch. A large fat cat sprawled out on the coffee table. It opened a lazy eye at the new visitors deemed them unthreatening and went back to sleep.

Turnstile looked over the room and gave a loud whistle.

"Damn…I would have never expected the great Fun Ghoul to be living in suburbia." He scoffed and picked up a throw pillow. He raised an eyebrow at Frank.

Frank just let out another sigh and took the pillow from his hand.

"We all have wants and needs Turnstile. Now …are you going to tell me what you want or would you like to insult my décor again?"

Turnstile looked to Ghost and Crow giving them a head nod. The nodded back and sat on the couch. Sky sat in a large arm chair next to a fireplace unable to keep her eyes off of Frank.

"A couple weeks ago Tonic Revolt went on a scouting mission for some supplies in an old shelter." Turnstile started pacing as he walked. Frank could already see the arrogance in the boys step.

"Typical procedure." He waved his hand simply. "We've gone on hundreds when supplies get low or if a building is uncovered by rubble crews. But Tonic never came back. It was just like he vanished." Turnstile's tone changed reminding Frank of the small child he used to know.

He brought a finger to his lips.

"I hate to say this but is there any chance the building could have collapsed or maybe a raider could have…" He stopped himself. Over the years a few Ritalin rats left from the BL/ind war never really settled back into civilization. Small pockets of them were rumored to vandalize public buildings or steal from unlocked cars. They were had nearly turned to literal rats scavenging for food and shelter unable to find a place in the BL/ind free world.

Turnstile shook his head.

"Tonic refused to tolerate R. Rats in the City. He had them evacuated from our location. Also the building was intact." Turnstile breathed heavily.

"Tell him about the note, T." Sky said in a low voice.

"Note?" Frank raised an eyebrow. Turnstile pulled something from his pocket and revealed a crumpled up piece of paper.

"We found it under his gun at an old police barracks."

Frank gently took the paper.

"It's addressed to you and the others." Turnstile said softly.

Frank unfolded half of it.

TO: THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS.

The words were in a thick black printed ink.

"How do you know it's addressed to us?" Frank asked. Sky let out another giggle.

"You're the only Fabulous Killjoys there are." She covered her mouth to hide her smile.

"I think what Sky means is, the rest of us are just Killjoys but it was you guys that took BL/ind and the Company down. The Fabulous Killjoys was sort of a title for you guys after that."

"Cause you guys are so Fabulous heehee." Sky batted her eyes.

"Give it a rest Sky." Turnstile glared at her. He turned back to Frank. "Just open it. Maybe it'll make more sense to you. It's just rhyming gibberish to us."

Frank slowly unfolded the rest of the paper.

Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you burning on just

like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know

"So…" Turnstile crossed his arms. "Does it mean anything to you?"

Frank read the poem over and over. Finally he folded it back up quietly, placed his right hand under his left elbow, then placed his left index finger on his lips. He inhaled deeply as if preparing for a great speech. Turnstile and Sky leaned forward in anticipation….

"….I got nothin'" Frank let out a heavy sigh and dropped his head down to his index finger and rubbed between his eyebrows. Sky and Turnstile both dropped their shoulders in disappointment.

"I'm sorry it's just all…."

"Gibberish." Turnstile and the rest of the group said at once. Frank nodded.

"Maybe Gerard will know." Frank said. He put the paper in his pocket. Just then Victory and Gerard emerged from the kitchen. Victory had a look of panic across her face.

"Damn." Turnstile whistled and eyed her up. "I don't remember you."

She looked at him in disgust.

"You were a child the last time I saw you, Turnstile. I'd recognize that mess of hair and snarky attitude anywhere." She crossed her arms.

"Yeah well who'd have thought you'd turn into such a MILF." He smirked. Her mouth dropped in shock.

Helena tilted her head.

"What's a MIL—"

"ITS NOTHING!" Gerard shouted and stood between Victory and Turnstile. Victory let out an aggravated grunt and shoved Gerard aside.

"Show Pony is missing!"

"He's What!?" They all looked over to a small call box built into the wall. Frank had almost forgotten the intercom system they'd connected to each house in case of emergencies or to simply call everyone for dinner. Frank walked over to it and leaned on the wall.

"Cherri…how long have you been listening?" He sighed.

"Erm….since that kid insulted our living room…." She cleared her throat andtried to control the nervous giggle in her throat.

Gerard rolled his eyes.

"Boomer I know you and the twins are on the line too." He said putting his hands on his hips. There was a long pause and then a heavy sigh.

"…..Damn it." Boomer's voice sounded over the intercom. "AJ I told you not to breath so loud!"

"I wasn't breathing loud it was your stupid boobs that hit the call button and made a noise!"

"Well at least I have boobs! You skinny twig!" The bickering continued.

"Girls…GIRLS…GIRLS!" Gerard shouted. The fighting stopped.

"I just wanna say…" Rocket's voice sounded far from the microphone. "I don't have boobs…so I'm not going to be punished right? I was just on the couch watching TV…"

"No honey," Cherri's motherly voice came on. "You won't be punished."

"Oh for the love of a Bowie! This is getting out of hand!" Frank shouted. "Everyone meet outside now!"

They all gathered outside of Frank's and stood in a circle. Helena couldn't help but notice that all the Cali Killjoys stood on one side while all the NY's stood on the other.

"What do you mean Pony's missing?" Cherri asked as she worriedly bit her lip. Victory ran her hands through her long hair. She had now had it died dark brown on top and blonde on the bottom.

"Well I went to the studio to pick up the new demo CD the band made and when I got there his office was trashed like someone got into a fight. I noticed heavy boot marks on the ground and then…I found this." She fished something from her pocket. She held in her hand a small piece of paper. It was neatly folded with the words

TO: THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS

On the front.

"I tried to read it but it doesn't make any sense."

She unfolded it and read it aloud.

Well now this could be the last of all the rides we take
So hold on tight and don't look back
We don't care about the message
Or the rules they make
I'll find you when the sun goes black

"What's it mean?" Helena asked. Victory shrugged.

"I'm not sure. But it defiantly looks like a kidnapping."

Frank took the paper in his hand and showed it to Victory.

"Turnstile and the others got a similar not. Tonic is missing too. It can't be coincidence." He said as she unfolded it.

He turned back to Cherri who now had tears in her eyes.

"We have to find him!" She said as she tried to hold back her tears.

"We will, I swear." He kissed the top of her head.

Gerard looked over the horizon to the setting sun.

"Look, it's getting late. We have no leads and no information. We need to rest tonight and have a clear head about this." He put a hand on Cherri's shoulder.

"We will find him." He promised. She nodded and then leaned into Frank's shoulder.

"I think we should get something to eat and then settle for the night. Tomorrow we'll look into this deeper. We'll search the studio in the morning and see if we can find any leads."

Turnstile raised his arm lazily to get Gerard's attention.

"Um…not to intrude but….where do we sleep?" He raised an eyebrow.

Gerard glared in distaste.

"You can sleep at Frank's." He said through his teeth. And not set a damn foot near my daughter or wife!

"I think that's a good idea." Frank smiled awkwardly. Sky let out a giggle and then clapped her hands together.

"Really?" She giggled some more. He looked at her wearily.

"Erm….why don't you um…." He wracked his brain for an idea. Baby Doll then stepped up and put a not quite so friendly arm around Sky's neck.

"Why don't the girls stay at Victory and Gerard's while the boys stay at Franks?" She winked knowing she'd just crushed the hopes and dreams of a seventeen year old girl.

"Yeah…" Sky said dully. "Sounds great…"

Boomer let out a heavy sigh as she headed for the door. All the other girls followed with Victory and Baby Doll ushering them along. Boomer crossed her arms as she lead the way.

"This is going to be the .…"

A/N: I rather enjoyed making this chapter. It's a little more silly than I'd originally planned but I think it worked itself out. Let me know what you think in the reviews. And sorry to those who found this one a little slow it'll pick up…they always seem to after the third chapter…oh lord I'm developing patterns! Anyways thanks again for the amazing reviews keep em up! P.s. I'm updating MCR asylum next. I switch back and forth in case you wanted to know. This one then that one, this one then that one it's easier to keep in my head.

Victory out
xoxo