Author's Note: Still working on that novel, as well as several other projects, but today I'm taking a break. Katbybee and I got chatting this morning about how the characters must hate us. Then the idea struck me — what if they could write their own fan fiction to get some revenge on the Writers? And so this one-shot sequel to Johnny and the Great Big Book of Fan Fiction took shape. Most of the dialogue was written by katbybee and me in Messenger. Then I had the fun of filling in narration and fluffing it up a bit. Thank you to Piscean6724 for reading. As always, I appreciate your encouragement! And thank you, katbybee, for being my partner in crime and for bringing in our guest stars. This was so much fun!

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It was a drizzly June-Gloom kind of day when Roy sauntered into Station 51 about forty-five minutes before his shift was to start. He found Johnny and Chet already there. Johnny was hunched over a typewriter, pounding on the keys. Every so often, he looked up at Chet and nudged him to read. A couple of guys Roy had never met were also crowding that end of the table, leaning over to read, and then laughing. Right next to the typewriter was a large volume that caused Roy to shudder when he realized what it was: The Great Big Book of Fan Fiction.

"Hey, guys. What's goin' on?" Roy asked. He grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee, keeping a suspicious eye on that book.

Johnny looked up and rubbed his hands together. "We're plotting our revenge," he said, his eyes glittering with mischief. He patted the cover of the book. "You know all those awful things the Writers have done to us, right?"

"Yeah." Roy sipped his coffee, then grimaced as it burned his tongue. He sighed. Just another case of abuse from the Writers. Someone always had to get hurt. He shook a fist toward the sky.

Johnny babbled on. "Well, we had the best idea. We're writing our own story about them. Right now we're taking on two of the worst — xavionite and katbybee. Just you wait till they read it! They won't dare to mistreat us ever again!"

Roy strolled over and pulled the sheet of paper out of the typewriter.

"Hey!" Johnny protested. "Give that back!"

Roy held it up and walked away, then started reading out loud. "Chapter One: The Kidnapping. Writer gets a concussion. Chapter Two: The Plane Crash. Writer has a broken leg, a punctured lung, and a concussion. Chapter Three: The bomb threat. Big explosion. Concussion and she loses her family. Really, isn't that a little much?"

The dark-haired stranger put in his two cents. "Chapter Four: A Volcano and a terrorist threat."

"Who are you?" Roy asked.

"Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five 0." He nodded toward the blond guy. "This is my sidekick, Danno. We're partners, kinda like you and Johnny. We got wind of this plan and decided we wanted in."

"Hawaii Five O?" Roy shook his head slowly. "You don't look anything like the Steve or Danno I've seen on TV."

The blond guy rolled his eyes. "It's Danny. Danny Wiliams. And we're from the reboot — it's a zero, not a letter O. We actually live and work in the twenty-first century, but we had to get in on this so we wrote ourselves in."

"Twenty-first century?!" Chet's eyes lit up. "Do you have flying cars?!"

Johnny grabbed Chet's arm. "Focus, Chet, focus!" He fed a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter. "Come on, more ideas. We have to finish this outline." He talked out loud as his fingers clattered across the keys. "Chapter Four: Volcano and terrorist threat." He looked up. "Are you sure it should just be a threat?"

"More exciting that way," Steve said. "The terrorist can get caught in the end, but only after he captures the writers and holds them hostage. Maybe he can maim them. But then it turns out they were in on the scheme the whole time! And it can end with me saying, 'Book 'em, Danno!'"

Danny rolled his eyes.

Roy raised an eyebrow. "What did the Writers do to you?"

Steve shrugged. "Xavionite made me a prisoner in a North Korean logging camp in Siberia."

Danny winced. "She let me get kidnapped and the kidnappers put some weird chip in my head so they could program me to kill my buddies." His right eyebrow shot up. "Not that I don't want to do that to Steve half the time, anyway." Then he sighed. "She abandoned that story in the middle and I still don't know how it ends."

"Hiatus, Danno. She put it on hiatus. That means she'll get back to it… eventually." Steve shook his head and patted Danny's shoulder. "Are you having abandonment issues, Buddy? Maybe that's the real reason you wanted in on this. Force her to resolve your story."

Johnny kept typing and talking. "Chapter Five: A car wreck and food poisoning in the hospital."

"Don't forget the concussion!" Chet chimed in.

"And a concussion," Johnny added, then typed a bit more. "And broken legs." He patted again on the cover of the gigantic book next to him. "Never let it be said we don't know how to retaliate!"

Roy shook his head. "You guys are too much."

Johnny looked up and wagged his head indignantly. "Roy, xavionite cut off your leg! She had a cult kidnap me! And katbybee helped. The very katbybee who had you fall in a well, I might add… as a birthday present for xavionite! Oh, and we still have to deal with their friend Piscean6724, whom xavionite always says encouraged her. What kind of monster encourages this kind of stuff! Besides, she's been pretty rough on us, too."

Chet looked at Steve and Danny. "What's this thing with numbers after the name? Some weird future practice?"

Steve shrugged, but Danny rolled his eyes. "It's a screen name," the latter explained.

"Screen name?" Chet's brow wrinkled up and he squinted. "I don't get it."

"Focus, Chet! Come on, what'll we do in Chapter Six?" Johnny cracked his knuckles and positioned them over the keyboard again.

Roy sighed. "You do realize this just means they'll make things worse for you, don't you?

"How?" Chet grinned. "After all, with all those concussions they won't be able to see straight, let alone write!"

Steve laughed and the pair high-fived.

Danny suddenly looked concerned. "Ever heard of dictation mode?"

Johnny's fingers hovered over the keys as he looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Huh? What's that?

"They can speak into their devices and retaliate blindfolded if they have to," Danny explained. "You guys, Roy may just be right."

"But how —" Johnny stopped suddenly, his eyes lighting up with understanding. "Oh... that's right. They live in the future! They can do that kind of thing, huh? Oooh, Chet... have their flying cars crash to earth." He turned to Steve. "Have you worked out their tragic backstories yet?"

"I'm working on it!" For the first time, Roy noticed that the Hawaii Five 0 guy had a pad of paper and a pen and had been scrawling notes. Now Steve picked up the pad and read from it. "Orphaned at a young age, teased mercilessly by the other kids, poverty-stricken."

"Hang on!" Johnny was shaking his head. "You're going to make the readers too sympathetic towards them!

"I'm not finished!" Steve protested. "They descended into a life of crime and then decided to torment all the best and brightest television and book characters. No one will sympathize with them for that!"

Roy raised an eyebrow. "You'd be surprised."

Johnny was already typing away again. "Chet, did you hear me? Let's have their flying cars crash to Earth."

Roy couldn't help a chuckle at that one. "I don't think they live that far in the future." He fixed his gaze on Steve and Danno. "Of course, I can't be sure about that."

Steve shook his head. "Nope. No flying cars yet. But I've heard they're coming soon."

Chet's eyes glowed. "Wow, I wanna see that!"

Johnny threw his hands up. "Chet! Can't you keep your mind where it belongs? C'mon! We've gotta plot our revenge!"

Chet sighed. "OK, fine." He twirled his finger in the air. "Flyin' cars…" Then he made a whistling noise and dropped his finger fast. "Smashing to the ground. Lotsa concussions there, right?" He glanced at Roy and shrugged. "We've gotta make sure they're too mixed up to concentrate on gettin' us back."

"Yeah. And… oh… it takes the rescue team a whole hour to show up!" Johnny was back to typing madly.

Roy shook his head. "Ya know, they do nice things for you too. Like give you wives and kids. Do you really wanna mess that up?"

Johnny wrinkled his nose, and his fingers flew to his chest. "So, you think we have to be nice to them after everything they put us through? Roy, your kids have been kidnapped, you lost a leg, your mom died in an earthquake…"

"She what?!"

Johnny ducked his head sheepishly. "Oh… that one hasn't been published yet. I just got wind of it. I'm just sayin', we're not givin' 'em anything more'n they deserve."

"And I'm just suggesting a little balance," Roy countered. "And maybe draw things out a bit. Don't throw all those mishaps into one story. Take your time with it. Write a bunch of stories. It's more believable if you spread it out a little."

"Hmmph." Chet sniffed. "But it's less fun."

"Yeah," Johnny agreed. "A lot less fun."

"That's right." Steve gave a decisive nod, then leaned over the typewriter. "I've got an idea for Chapter Six. Radiation poisoning!"

Danno rolled his eyes. "Real original there, Super SEAL."

Roy just shook his head. This was hopeless. Finally, he looked up at the ceiling and raised his hands as if in surrender. "I'm not part of this! I've tried to reason with them!"

Everyone trembled when a voice sounded out of nowhere. "In that case you might want to consider taking your vacation soon." Gradually, the hazy figures of two Writers hunched over their typewriters became visible, hovering over the couch. They were grinning and laughing and typing more furiously than Johnny ever did. Henry whined and covered his eyes with his floppy ears.

Roy paled. He nodded and backed toward the door. "Yeah… uh… I'm callin' in sick. Right now. Guys, now you know — they're watching you. I bet… I bet they're even writing this. And they'll get you in the end!" An evil chuckle emanated from the hazy vision above the couch. Roy darted out the door, climbed into his car, and drove away as fast as he could.

The four vengeful characters looked at each other and then up to the spot Roy had been focusing on above the couch. Then they shook their heads. "Nah… that was just our imagination," said Steve.

"Even so…" Johnny pushed the typewriter away and looked at Chet, his eyes darkening. "Do you think he's right? Could they be writing this?" He eyed The Great Big Book of Fan Fiction. Then he opened it to the end and watched as the words appeared on the page. The words he'd just typed were there. The words Roy had said were there. Even the words Steve and Danno had spoken!

The apparition above the couch spoke again. The voice was deep and spooky, the kind of thing you expected to hear in a haunted house. "The Writers wrote that, didn't they?"

Then the last thing anyone expected happened. Henry got off the couch. "I sure hope they love dogs," he said. Johnny gaped. The dog's voice reminded him of Eeyore on the Winnie the Pooh cartoons he'd watched with the DeSoto kids.

The Writers up above murmured and chuckled. "Oh, isn't he adorable?" And Henry trotted out of the station.

Johnny pulled the page out of the typewriter, wadded it up, and tossed it in the trash can. "Man, I hate it when Roy is right!" He shuddered as he looked up at the apparition again. The Writers didn't look appeased. "Um… Chet… it's every man for himself at this point. I wish you the best of luck!" With that, he got up, ran out of the day room, and hid himself in his locker.

Chet reached into the trash can and pulled out the page Johnny had just thrown away. He looked at Danny and Steve, only to see that they were backing away from him in horror. Then they got up and hustled out of the station. "Hey!" Chet shouted. "What gives?!"

The crumpled page dropped through his fingers to the floor. Oh well, it was too wrinkled to use, anyway. Chet tried putting a new sheet of paper in the typewriter, but discovered that everything he touched, he passed right through. "Well, whaddaya know…" And suddenly he grinned. "The Phantom really is a Phantom! Oh boy! I can have fun with this!" He saluted the Writers, then floated up to give them five. "Thanks, ladies! We really are three of a kind, aren't we? But can you write in me bein' able to manipulate things? I can't do much if I just pass through everything." They made the edit, and the next evil laugh was Chet's. He couldn't wait to wreak havoc on his Pigeon.