Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters or shows appearing on the WB or any members of the BCS extended community appearing in this fic.  All trout appearing herein, however, are my own......

 

 

The Marcus Blucas Manor

F=j, goddess of Vegas, stands over the bodies of GA, Lindsers, and Greeneyes.  She brings her flame thrower to bear on her time-displaced daughter, Talia, under the control of the Dawson’s Freaks due to the chip on her neck.  She speaks words dictated by Spot off in the lair....

 

F=j (Spot):  Heheh.  This is WORTH the 20 henchmen we lost getting one of these on her!  When word gets out that a Darksider murdered three helpless GLR’s, the war will start for SURE!  Now.... kill them, servant!  I have to go read Ant’s Survivor fic!

F=j (controlled): Yes.  *powers up flame thrower*

Talia:    Mom!  I won’t let you do this!  Fight it mom, I know you can! 

Talia:  *reluctantly pulls out her flame thrower, when suddenly she remembers that it was her MOM’s flame thrower, the SAME ONE being pointed at her right now, and...*

 

Anthony walks across the room:  Diddley-doo!  Diddley-doo!

With that, Talia experiences flashback to part one of this fic, saving me from having to write several lines of exposition.....

 

“Ozzie:  And you think you can use the grid to send some message back into the past?

GA:  More than a message.  A person.  But there’s a catch.  It’s GOT to be someone who WASN’T actively posting the week the war broke out.  The distortion employs high energy and can be very unstable.  If we send someone who was already there...

Talia:  All the energy will discharge, and who knows what THAT would do.....”

 

“GA:  Dear god.  You were controlling the boarders back then?  But wait, the chips weren’t as sophisticated in those days.....

Roxy: True.  The mark one chip could be removed without killing the wearer, and they lacked a surge protector.  But that isn’t going to help your dear friend Talia since she doesn’t suspect that the people she’s going to help aren’t all on her side......”

 

Back in the present....

Talia:  *bows her head, lowers the flame thrower*  I can’t fight you mom.

F=j:  Aww... U can’t fight?  TOO BAD!  LOL

Talia:  Just.... Just take my weapon.

 

Talia lobs the flame thrower at F=j, who is very surprized.  The flame throwers touch, and suddenly the room is filled with a large burst of chronometric energy.  The chip on the back of f=j’s neck is fried.  F=j falls to her knees and howls in anguish.

Talia:  YES!  It worked!  Mom, are you okay?

F=j: *getting groggily back to her feet*  OMG!  WHO DID THIS?  I had Liz @(#&^(*#&% Parker stuck in my head for a week!  Were they on my list?!  SOMEONE’s gonna DIE!

Talia:  It’s Larry’s fault!  He’s trying to start a war between the DS and GLR for his own evil purposes!

 

*dramatic music begins, softly, builds*

 

GA:  *getting up slowly*  It’s a war he wants, huh?

Greeneyes:  *dusting himself off*  You’d think he would have learned by now.

Lindsers:  With my family involved, he’s doesn’t stand a chance!  *hugs Tal proudly*

F=j:  Ima kill him!

 

*music swells*

 

GA:  I’ll take this chip back to GLR headquarters, see if we can find out where the transmissions to it are being sent from.

Talia:  Someone should get back to the board too, to help them protect BM.

Greeneyes:  Between that and tracking down Larry, we’re going to be pretty busy.....

GA:  Hey, where’s Anthony, anyway? 

 

*music grinds to a halt*

 

The group looks out the broken bay windows to see Anthony holding Marcus Blucas in a headlock.

Anthony:  She’s MINE, you hear?!

MB:  I give!  Please, no more, I won’t go near her!!!!

Lindsers:  I’ll get him.

 

Lindsers walks over, grabs Ant from behind, and flips him over her shoulder, pinning him to the ground under her......

Greeneyes:  *eyes widen, face turns red*  Oh my......

Talia:  Hey!  Don’t do that to my sis--.... I didn’t realize the back could arch that far....

F=j:  *smiling*  GO Daughter!

GA:  Sigh.

 

 

The secret lair of.... LARRY! *duh, duh, DUNNNNNNNNN*

Mysterious Voice 3:  *holding Spot by the throat*  You LOST the sleeper agent?!

Spot: *whimpering*  I don’t know how, we lost contact!

MV3:  WERE YOU WATCHING THE MONITERS?

Spot: Well.... Uh... the next part of Survivor came out.....

MV3:  SURVIVOR?!

Larry:  But the GLR’s were fighting back against the DS’ers, and GA kicked and.....

MV3:  SILENCE!!!!! FOOLS!!!! Must I do EVERYTHING myself?!

Larry:  Now wait a minute!  I’ve been terrorizing the board LONG before YOU came around!  I don’t need you to tell me how to do things!  In fact, I’m leaving now!  With or without you, Spot!  *storms off*

Spot:  *inwardly wants to go with him, but can’t thanks to.... A chip on the back of his neck*  Are we going to let him go, boss?

MV3:  Of course.  *smiles evilly*

Spot:  But... the boarders will catch him and interrogate him and he will lead them here!

MV3:  My plan exactly.  The boarders know too much to be lured into fighting each other now.  They need to be lured here so I can deal with them personally.  And if Larry doesn’t get that job done, there’s always the hostages....

 

 

Several hours later, a small rundown motel

 

Larry: *walks in, panicked, starts throwing stuff into his suitcase*  I’ve got to get out of here before.....

Greeneyes:  Before WHAT?

Larry:  YOU!  How did you get in here?! 

Greeneyes:  I’m the one asking the questions here!  And you’re going to tell me the location of your base and everything you know about the Dawson’s Freaks or ELSE.....

Larry:  *ponders this for a moment, suddenly his eyes light up, having gotten an idea*  Ooh, I get it.  You’re not going to fool me!  This is Good Cop/ Bad Cop!  You’re going to be all mean to me and then someone else is going to come and save me and try to leverage that to make me talk!  Well it won’t work, cause I’m smarter than that!

Greeneyes:  *smiles*  Wow, Larry, that’s the closest you’ve come to a right answer yet.  This IS Good Cop/ Bad Cop.  Only, I am the GOOD cop, and you’d better cooperate or else I’m going to leave you alone with the BAD cop. 

Larry:  Huh?   Who’s the bad cop?

 

Suddenly, the open door slams shut, revealing standing behind it..... F=j.  Larry’s “AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!” can be heard for miles around......

 

 

The BCS board

 

Lindsers and Anthony walk in, clothes torn in places, hair messed up, etc. 

MD:  Well, who would’ve thunk it?  The GLR’s got some.....

Heather:  Ack!  My virgin ears!

MD:  Yeah.  There’s just something so virginal about “mother of 6”. 

Heather:  You shoosh you!

Lindsers:  Uh, where is everyone?  We’ve got to coordinate our assault on Larry!

Roxy:  Well, uh...... you’re kinda looking at us.

Anthony:  WHAT?!

VampyrSlayer:  We’re all that’s left.

Ozzie:  Someone’s been abducting people.

SocKs: They appear to have laid some sort of trap in the chat room.  People go in, and they aren’t coming back out.

Lindsers:  That’s horrible!  Where are they keeping them?

GA:  *coming in*  Try the Bronze set.

Everyone:  Huh?

Talia:  With my knowledge of Dawson’s Freak transmissions and GA’s access to the GLR mainframe, we’ve triangulated the location of their base to the Buffy set, specifically the Bronze. 

Ozzie:  Of course!  It makes sense, since they seem to have Joss and Jamie Kellner under their control.

Roxy:  So we’re going to get to visit the Buffy set?

VS:  Cool.

Heather:  Oooh, I wonder if Sethie will be there....

MD:  He isn’t on the cast anymore.

Heather:  Shoosh!

SocKs:  So is this everyone then?  10 of us against whatever forces they’ve got....

GA:  Actually, F=j and Greeneyes found an address they think Larry might be at, and went to check it out.

Roxy:  Won’t that be dangerous?

Talia:  Yeah.  For Larry.

 

Suddenly, GA’s GLR communicator beeps

GA:  GA here.  What’ve you got?

 

 

The motel

This quiet little one story motel might seem the perfect place for someone seeking to elude pursuit.  Larry, however, is appreciating the fact that it’s only one story most of all as he dangles upside down by one ankle over the edge above a dumpster on the ground below.  F=j stands on the edge of the roof, casually holding him there with one hand while doing her hair with the other.  Greeneyes is seated, talking on the comm..

 

Greeneyes:  Here’s what we got from Larry.  He says their base of operations is the set they use for the Bronze on the show.

F=j:  He says that they had some sort of help.  No big surprise there, this is clearly beyond his planning skills.  Hm, I wonder what this hairstyle looks like, if only my other hand was free to hold my mirror.....

Larry:  *whimpers pathetically*

Greeneyes:  Nevermind about F=j’s hair, GA.  *holds up a mirror for F=j*  At any rate, they actually had no idea who their help was, where they got their mind control equipment, or why they wanted a board war. 

F=j:  In fact, he doesn’t seem to have much in the way of thoughts at all.  And I can NOT get this leftie!   *lets go of Larry’s ankle, switches brush hands, catches him at the last second with the other hand*

Larry:  *sobs*

Greeneyes:  I don’t know what that sound is either, GA.  Must be interference.  Okay, so your info matches with what we got from him?  Great.  We’ll meet you en route.  Greeneyes out.

F=j:  What’d GA say?

Greeneyes:  He said we can let Larry go.

 

The two look at each other for a moment.

Larry:  Oh no.....

 

 

The Bronze (or rather the set thereof)

 

Twelve figures sneak onto the set of the Bronze, deserted for filming over the summer break.  They are paying the utmost attention to stealth....

 

Roxy:  OMG this is SOOOO cool!

Heather:  Aww, Sethie played on that stage!  Awwwww......

 

The group looks around for any hints of the evil base, when suddenly a maniacal laughter is heard.  They wheel around to look at the stage, where a lone figure and a small rodent are standing.

 

GA:  Oh dear god.

F=j:  *averts eyes*  It’s too evil, even for me!

Anthony:  Our friends have been kidnapped... by Ash and Pikachu?!

Lindsers:  AAAHHH!!!!!  Not the Pokemon!

MV3:  NO!  Even WE aren’t THAT evil!

Ozzie:  Thank goodness.

Spot:  Yeah!  And who are you calling Pikachu, huh?  I would NEVER demean myself like that!

MV3:  Silence, rodent.  You do whatever pleases me, and just to prove it I’m reducing your vocabulary to that of Pikachu for the rest of this fic!

Spot:  Hey!  Why are you doin---- pika?  Pika!

MD:  Nods:  I like the command style.  Get him a whip and we might get along.  *everyone looks at her*  What?  I mean if he weren’t holding all our friends hostage!

Greeneyes:  Where ARE our friends anyway?

VampyrSlayer:  Yeah, if you’ve done anything to them, you’re in big trouble!

MV3:  Your friends belong to me now, as you soon will.....

SocKs:  Not likely.  You don’t know who you’re dealing with.

Talia:  Yeah!  I’ve watched you destroy my future once!  I’m not going to let you do it again!

MV3:  *laughs evilly*  I don’t know who I’m dealing with, do I?  Oh I believe I know more about you than anyone.  I must say, little Talia and SocKs, I liked both your weddings.  Yours, Talia, where you were worried if your evil mother would approve was so cozy. And yours, SocKs, for the grand spectacle.  You boarders never fail to amuse me.

Spot:  Pika!  Pika!

VS:  Who ARE you?  And how do you know so much about our lives?!

MV3:  *laughs evilly again*  I know EVERYTHING about you all!  More than you know about yourselves!   Because I.... *pauses dramatically* AM....

 

Suddenly, there’s a large explosion, and when the dust clears a huge crater is present where MV3 was standing.  Everyone slowly turns around to look at F=j.

F=j:  *hides her rocket launcher behind her back, looks innocently at them*  What?  I was bored!

GA:  Evil one!  Now we’re never going to find out who he really was or what his evil plot was......

 

However, an evil laughter is heard.  Everyone wheels back around to face the stage, pulling out weapons.  MD cracks Excalibur, Ozzie powers up his lightsabre, F=j and Talia shoulder rocket launchers, and Greeneyes, SocKs and Anthony arm GLR issue commando gear.  GA pulls out a trout, as does Lindsers, smiling innocently and motioning that she’ll return it later.  Heather, Roxy, and VS borrow weapons from this various assortment.

 

MV3:  *his voice now coming not from one place as before, but resonating from the WHOLE ROOM*  I’m hurt, GA.  To think that YOU, who comes in chat every day with “chat demons beware....” as a profile wouldn’t recognize me...

GA:  Oh.  Dear.  God.... *lets trout fall from his hand, in shock*

MV3:  I know everything about you because I was THERE for it all!

F=j:  It can’t be.....

MV3:  I brought you here for this battle because I’ve wired this room so that it’s an extension of my domain!  You’re in MY world now!!!!!

Ozzie:  I never thought this would actually happen....

SocKs:  It’s done some pretty crazy things before but still.....

MV3:  I am the COOLEST CHAT ON THE INTERNET!!!!  I AM..... BRAVENET!!!!!!  And now you belong to ME!!!!

Spot:  Pika......CHU!!!!!!

 

To be Concluded........

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