Author's Note: Okay, so this is a very slow update, but I hope you enjoy their first show, this may just become a completed three shot.

Live From New York, It's Saturday Night!

03: We're Finally Live

Chloe looked around in awe as she and Stacie finally made it backstage on Saturday morning. The atmosphere was a lot cheerier than the previous few days, with the Robbers sketch successfully filmed and a parody commercial being edited. With Thursday and Friday full of pre-dress rehearsal rehearsals, neither of them found themselves overly busy. Chloe had smiled in appreciation as Jessica and Ashley motioned for them to join the other Featured Players in the balcony, watching as their friends completed rehearsals.

"They're running through in order." Jessica whispered as she passed Chloe and Stacie a scone each. "Starting with the cold open through to the final sketch. It's a lot of sitting around, but at least we get to see it finished before the show tonight."

Ashley looked to the redhead and brunette. "Did you guys film your bit for the opening montage?"

Chloe nodded, "yep. Can't say it's the earliest night's sleep I've ever had." She watched as some of the Repertory Players made their way onto the stage, chatting and exchanging awful jokes. Chloe's eyes continued to remain glued on the historical stage as a woman walked onto the set, Lorne accompanying her. "Is that…?"

Jessica nodded, smiling. "Yep, Hillary Clinton."

Stacie whistled quietly. "Holy shit…"

Ashley giggled. "The real show is even crazier."

"You'll be amazing, okay?" Chloe stopped walking at the sound of the voices. "Bree, you've done this so many times." Chloe fought the urge to but in, to assist Beca in reassuring the stressed blonde. "You don't even have the first line, okay? You'll smash it."

Chloe swallowed, quickly bypassing them and making onto the small bar set for the Cold Open. Stacie was already there, of course, dressed in her clothes ready to complete their first sketch of SNL. She sat at the table, taking the fake beer pitcher and lacing her fingers in the handle. Within another minute, Jesse and Aubrey were at the bar; just in time for the show's director to call them in on being live.

Chloe looked to the cue cards, "Did you see Trump at that rally last week?"

Stacie nodded, "God, I love that guy. I also like Carly Fiorina."

"Wouldn't she make a great first female president?" Chloe asked, sipping from the glass of water. When they got the all clear that the shot had panned to the two Repertory Players at the bar, Chloe and Stacie both exited, being able to watch from the side.

Aubrey huffed, placing her glass down forcefully before slumping down on the bar stool. "Oh, Robby." She paused, taking a moment to wallow in her own pity, eliciting a laugh from the audience. "Why won't they just let me lead?" Jesse held his index finger up, trying to silence her. "Just give me the hammer and the nails and let me fix it all."

Jesse looked around the bar. "No, Hillary, I think you've heard enough in here, let's go."

Aubrey sighed. "You go ahead; I'm going to have one more drink." Jesse stood up, walking out of the sketch. "Hey, bartender, keep 'em coming."

The bartender turned around, a vodka bottle filled with water in her hand. As soon as the camera caught her face, the audience began yelling. Hillary filled Aubrey's glass with the water before she put the bottle down, watching as the younger blonde sipped from the drink. "Rough night?"

Aubrey put the glass back down. "Yeah, you could say that." She looked at Hillary, "hi, I'm Hillary Rodham Clinton." She held her hand out for a handshake.

Hillary smiled, accepting the handshake. "Nice name, I'm Val." More laughs from the audience continued as Chloe, Stacie and Jesse watched from the sidelines, holding back their own chuckles. "What brings you here, Hillary?"

Aubrey shrugged. "I needed to blow off some steam, it's been a rough couple of 22 years."

"Why, what do you do for a living?"

Aubrey leaned both arms on the bar, smiling. "First, I am a grandmother. Second, I'm a human, entrusted with this one, green Earth."

Hillary pondered on the blonde's words for a second. "Ah, I get it, you're a politician."

"Yes, yes." Aubrey finished her drink. "What about you?"

Hillary raised an eyebrow. "Me? Well I'm just a regular citizen who believes the Keystone Pipeline will destroy our environment." The audience's laughs were still there, falling on the funniest moments.

Aubrey laughed, pointing at Hillary. "Yes. I agree with you there." She placed her index finger against the bartop. "It took me a long time to decide that but I am definitely against it."

Hillary threw her towel over her shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with taking your time, what matters is getting it right." She then poured more water into the glass, which Aubrey picked up.

"I'll drink to that." Aubrey held her glass mere inches from her lips. "God I love a scolding hot vodka."

Hillary raised an eyebrow. "Now that I come to think of it, I didn't check your ID."

Aubrey began cackling in her over the top Hillary Clinton cackle, "ID? I have a one-year-old granddaughter; she calls me Madame President."

Hillary Clinton had to take a moment to compose herself. "I never would've guessed, you give off such a young, cool vibe. You must work in Brooklyn."

"Yes, somewhere in there, yes."

Their conversation was interrupted by Emily, who walked up beside Hillary dressed in a bartender's uniform. "Hi Mrs. Clinton, I'm so sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say, my sister's gay. Thank you for everything you've done for gay rights."

Aubrey held her hand out, shaking the Emily's hand. "Well, you're welcome." Emily then disappeared again, leaving the two Hillarys together.

"Y'know, it is great how long you've supported gay marriage."

Aubrey sipped her drink. "I could've supported it sooner."

Hillary watched as Aubrey sipped her drink again. "Well, you did it pretty soon."

"Could've been sooner." Aubrey winked at Hillary, causing the audience to laugh.

"Fair point." Hillary conceded, the audience's laughter growing as she refilled Aubrey's glass again.

"Oh, Val." Aubrey sighed, leaning her head on her fist and looking off into the distance. "I'm just so damn bummed. All anyone wants to talk about is Donald Trump."

Hillary looked at the younger woman in confusion, "Donald Trump? Isn't he the one that's like, 'you're all losers.'" Aubrey began laughing, leaning back in her chair to clap as the audience whooped. "I mean; do you think he'll win the primaries?"

Aubrey paused, "he must." Beca slid in beside Chloe, smiling at the redhead. "I want to be the one to take him down." Aubrey took a deep breath. "I will destroy him, and I will mount his hair in the Oval Office!" The younger woman lifted her glass, shaking it back in forth as she looked into the distance. "If I decide to continue running, who knows?"

The audience were soaking up every second of the cold open, the liveness of the sketch refreshing against some of last year's pre-recorded Opens. "That sounds like a lot." Hillary interrupted. "Maybe you should take a vacation."

"A va- a vacentien?"

"Vacation." Hillary repeated.

"A vacacen-what are you saying?"

Hillary chuckled, holding her hands up to reiterate her point. "A vacation!"

Aubrey chuckled, clasping her hands together. "Thank you, this has been really nice." She paused, looking at Hillary. "You're really easy to talk to Val."

"Thanks, Hillary." Hillary smiled. "Y'know, that's the first time I've ever heard that."

Aubrey smiled. "Oh, Val, I wish you could be President."

Hillary chuckled. "Me too!" She paused, waiting for Aubrey to join her. "And live from New York, it's Saturday Night!"

Chloe glanced at Stacie as they stood, waiting to go on for their part in Reese's monologue. They'd managed to round up their mothers and they'd each decided on their apology to say live on air. It wasn't exactly Chloe's ideal cup of tea for her first show; but she couldn't change it now.

"First up, Beca and her mom Jennifer." Chloe looked to the small monitor in the wings, where Beca and her mother walked onto the stage.

Beca held up the bouquet of flowers. "Mom, I'm sorry that when I was younger I'd write you messages in the dingbat font so you couldn't see that I was using swear words."

Jennifer chuckled. "I knew." Beca bit her lip before handing over the flowers and leading her mother back to the wings.

Chloe smiled at her own mother, the older redhead too focused on the monitor. Chloe continued listening to the monologue as Reese continued. "Next up is Jesse and his mom, Steph."

"Hey, mom." Jesse began. "Y'know you'd make me those sandwiches for school with basil and herbs in them and stuff?" Steph nodded. "Well I threw them all in the trash, let's go." The audience began laughing as the shot moved back to Reese.

"Next is Aubrey and her mom Caitlin."

Chloe watched as Stacie perked up, the sight of the blonde making her day slightly better. "You're staring." Chloe whispered, receiving a gentle nudge in return.

"Hi mom…" Aubrey began, looking at the addition to the flowers in her hand. "I'm sorry that when I was ten, dad and I were redecorating and I accidentally dropped your Emmy down the stairs…" Chloe's eyes widened, what? "So, please have my Emmy, I'm sorry mom." Awhs ran out through the audience as Chloe began to become nervous. This was her first show. After Emily, Cynthia Rose and Benji, it was Stacie's turn. The brunette swallowed as she led her mom onto the stage.

"Mom, I'm sorry for all those times I asked to borrow the car to go to the movies." Stacie began, "I actually took it to a motel where I slept with Louis Zimmer…"

Reese smiled. "That's kinda hot."

Stacie's mom, Jessalyn chuckled. "He really wasn't." Stacie came off the stage blushing deep red, causing Chloe to giggle.

Reese smiled, "last, but not least, please welcome new featured player Chloe and her mom Lindsay."

Chloe got a reassuring squeeze on her hand from her mom as she walked where she was directed in rehearsals. When she found the small black 'x', Chloe swallowed. "Mom, I'm so sorry that when I was six, I wrote my name on the wall and blamed it on grandma." The audience's laughs were slightly reassuring her. "And then you said, 'how can grandma get up and write that when she's in a wheelchair?'" More laughs followed. "And then I said, 'It's a Christmas miracle!" Chloe smiled at her mother, kissing her on the cheek. "I love you, mom."

Lindsay chuckled. "Well, the other moms and I have a little something we want to apologise for. We're sorry we're about to show all your home videos on live TV. Hit it Lorne!" As the pre-edited video began to play, Chloe smiled as the other cast members and their mothers joined them on the stage once again. She tried to ignore the video of her crying because her mom had gone shopping, and smiled at the video of Aubrey and Beca doing a sketch about cocaine when they were 16.

Once the video finished, Reese smiled. "We have a great show for you tonight, Florence and The Machine is here! Stick around and we'll be right back."

By midnight, Chloe was beginning to reach a high. Beca and Jesse were about to do Weekend Update, and she knew how funny that always was. She was between costume and make up when Lorne stopped her.

"Chloe, do you have a moment?" Chloe nodded, following him into the repertory cast member's room, currently left unoccupied. "Fat Amy and Bumper are unable to do their duo sketch, do you and Stacie have something you can slip in?"

Chloe stopped breathing. Lorne Michaels was asking her if she had any sketch ideas. "We have a McDonald's firing sketch we thought of in high school… if you can get a set done in an hour we can do that?"

Lorne paused for a moment, before nodding to himself. "Like the counter and restaurant?" Chloe nodded. "Okay. I need you to find red polo shirts then, and get Stacie to write up the cue cards. You'll go on in about half an hour." Chloe's eyes widened, holy shit. Lorne walked into the corridor. "Anyone not on Update, you have a sketch in a half hour to prepare for."

Chloe immediately ran into costume, trying to collect everything together.

Chloe took a deep breath as she and Stacie waited for the sketch to go live. When they got the signal, Reese read her line. "Okay, staff meeting, everybody circle up let's go. Carla, stay on the fryer incase anyone comes in." Lily nodded before walking behind the counter again, disappearing from the scene. Reese sighed, adjusting her McDonald's visor. "I, I hate this, this kinda meeting I just hate. Sales are down, so I'm going to have to make some cutbacks, let some people go." Chloe glanced at Stacie, this was their cue.

Stacie walked into the space in front of the counter. "Yeah right!"

Chloe followed her. "We know who you're gonna fire. We know it's us, you all hate us." She let herself fall into the character.

Stacie bent her knees. "And guess what? We hate all you bitches too!"

Reese frowned. "Guys, guys just please let me finish."

Chloe held her hand up. "No. Cause if you're firing us, then we going out on top like Seinfeld."

Stacie nodded. "Yeah! I got a farewell card for all you bitches. Angie, you're a jerk. You're just mean!" The camera panned to Jessica, whose name tag clearly said 'Angie'.

Chloe nodded. "Yeah! You as mean as a junkyard dog, Angie! And I wish you was never born into this world." Chloe folded her arms, really channeling her character, Leen.

Stacie leaned forward. "Woof, woof, woof. You a bitch!" The audience's laughter was non-stop, people grabbing their stomachs at the impromptu sketch.

Chloe nodded. "Yeah! You a stone-cold bitch, Angie!"

Reese tried to intervene. "Okay, guys, just please... just stop!"

Stacie pushed Reese backwards. "No! We just gettin' started! Oh, Brian!"

Chloe jumped onto a chair, standing up on it. "Brian! Every day, I wake up and I think, 'Yo! Is today the day I punch that fool, Brian, until he dies?'!" The camera panned to Luke, who was frowning.

Stacie joined the redhead on a chair, choosing to turn her McDonald's visor backwards. "Yeah! Brian! Your breath smell like cream corn, and you ain't even eat no cream corn today! Ooh! Your turn, Kimmy!"

Chloe nodded. "Kimmy!"

Stacie jumped down, getting in Emily's face. "Kimmy! Are you always on your period? You are like one. Big. Period."

Chloe nodded. "Yeah! You should be at the end of a sentence, you huge period! You be creepin' me out!"

Reese tried to intervene once again. "Okay... guys, guys! This is inappropriate."

Stacie rolled up her sleeves. "I'll tell you what's inappropriate! Andrew!"

Chloe put her hand in front of her mouth like a megaphone. "Ooh, Andrew! You ain't got nothin' behind those eyes! You a sneak!" The camera panned to Benji, who was staring into the camera, his eyes wide and empty of life. "Yeah, Andrew, I'm pretty sure you're a serial killer."

Stacie nodded at Chloe's line, looking to Jesse. "And if you lookin' for someone to kill next... might I suggest Nelliot?"

Chloe whistled. "Oh, Nelliott! Oh, you are a moosehead moron, Nelliott! And, by the way, what the hell kind of name is Nelliot!"

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Well... your name is Leen."

Chloe scoffed. "Yeah! It's short for Kathleen..."

"Bitch!" They both yelled together.

Reese tried, once again, to intervene the situation. "Okay, guys..."

Chloe pushed her back. "Get out of here!"

Stacie rubbed her hands together. "Okay! Who's next?! Oh, Don!"

Chloe walked up to Bumper. "Oh, Don sucks! You look like an ape with a bowl cut, man! I want to knife you in the chest!"

Stacie swallowed. "Doug, you a thief! You stole my heart! I loved you!"

Bumper frowned. "Well... this is the first I've heard of this..." Bumper held up his hand, a wedding ring on his ring finger. "I'm married."

Stacie turned away form him. "That's on you!"

Reese sighed, fed up with the slagging off going on. "Alright, guys, come on. That's enough..."

Stacie shook her head. "Six more to go! Beverly."

Chloe smiled. "Don't even think you're gettin' off easy, Beverly, just 'cause you still got no power."

"Yeah! I know you copied those Mad Libs, Beverly!" Stacie cut in. "Ain't nobody that funny!"

Chloe shook her head, "No, hell, no! And let's talk about Seth Bogen for a minute!" She paused. "Quit talkin' about how your name sounds like Seth Rogen! You a girl, man!"

They waited three beats. "Bitch!"

Cynthia Rose scowled. "I-i-it does."

Stacie motioned slitting her neck. "But that ain't a story!"

Chloe held her hands out. "Yeah! A story got a beginnin'," Stacie motioned close to her. "a middle, and a end!"

"Yeah, that's barely an anecdote!" Stacie pointed out. "You a bitch, Seth Bogen!"

"Bitch!" When Reese went to interrupt again, Chloe held a hand up. "No! We got rights! And if you gonna fire us, you gotta hear us out!" She looked towards Beca. "Hey! New Guy! What's your name again?"

Beca scratched her arm. "Uh... I'm Randy, uh... I've worked here for six months."

Chloe bent her knees, mocking Beca's character. "Oh... "I'm Randy! I've worked here for six months!" Yo! This is Randy talkin' to Randy:"

Chloe and Stacie both moved back and forth, as if they were vibrating. "Ba da ba ba da! Go kill yourself!"

Aubrey looked at them, still in her Ann Romney wig from update. "You guys rehearsed this?"

Stacie looked at the blonde's name tag. "Oh, Martha! I've never liked you! Guess what? We all know you smoke in the beef fridge!"

Chloe nodded in agreement. "Yeah! People gotta eat that beef, Martha! And, by the way, I saw your weird leg, Martha! Bitch look like a cheese noodle! What, did you get burned?"

Aubrey's lips pursed together. "Yes."

Chloe and Stacie shared a look of regret for a few seconds before, "movin' on!"

"Yo! Where Patricia at?" Chloe asked.

Reese sat down in a chair, exasperated. "She called in sick."

Stacie clapped. "Get! That! Fool! On the phone!"

Chloe got her phone out from her pocket, 'dialling' Fat Amy, who was off stage with a mic.

"Hello?"

"Get a cheaper haircut!" Stacie yelled into the phone.

"You sound dumb on the phone!" Chloe completed.

"Who is this?!"

"Click!" Chloe and Stacie said in unison as Chloe 'hung up'.

Reese stood back up, wringing her wrists. "Alright! You've insulted everyone-"

Stacie shook her head. "Uh, uh. Get your bitch ass out here Carla." Lily emerged from behind the counter. "Yeah, Carla! You remind me of a doll no one wants to buy! So they just stop making that doll, eventually."

"Yeah, you a goofy Gus, Carla! None of us want to come to your above-ground pool…" Chloe began. "So stop asking!"

Resse stood up, finally managing to intervene the onslaught of insult. "Alright, Dana! Leen! I'm not firing you! You're my top sellers, and customers love you!" She paused for a moment. "I'm firing Carla."

Chloe frowned, looking around at her colleagues. "Oh. Well, now I feel like an old boot…"

Stacie waved at Lily. "Sorry, Carla... that is tough. I know you just bought that above-ground pool…" Lily waved back as she left, Reese following her. "Oh, such a good guy…"

Chloe clapped. "Alright, guys! Good meeting, okay? But those nuggets ain't gonna make themselves!"

"Yeah," Stacie encouraged, "hands in! McDonald's, on three!"

"1! 2! 3!" They yelled in unison. "McDonald's" They shrugged when no one responded.

"That makes sense." Chloe conceded. "No, we get it! I understand. We said "Bitch!" a lot…"

"You finished your first show!" Chloe smiled at the congratulations from the rest of the cast, she could get used to this.