Message-ID: <44735asstr$1066079404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Cindylover1969@aol.com (CindyLover) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 03:18:28 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 12 Oct 2003 20:18:27 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} ...Make Me Feel So Damned Unpretty: Female Trouble (Jennifer Garner, Jessica Alba, Brittany Murphy, Eliza Dushku, Gabrielle Union, Paige Matthews, Piper Halliwell, Phoebe Halliwell, MF, FF, con, oral, bond) Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 17:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman The content of this story is fictional and not intended to represent the actual conduct of any of the actresses herein. The fictional characters herein are the properties of Spelling Television, Disney Enterprises, Hanna-Barbera Cartoons and Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation and are used purely for fantasy purposes. This story is not intended for under-18s, and like the other sections was first published on CSSA (and is being resent because it didn't get through the first time). * * * * * * * * * * "It's a really weird feeling," Sara told the interviewer from the magazine as soon as the shoot broke for lunch. "Working on a big studio movie like this, and with such a great cast and crew; I know this sounds like the usual PR stuff, but I really do love working with these people - Kirsten's a real treat to be with..." "Yeah," Kirsten said to herself, watching the ingenue chatting to the scribe. "Except when you call me Anna." "Why does she call you Anna?" Eliza asked, in between gawks at Sara. "You got me. But maybe you can bring some of that Faith training to help me find out - I'm hardly Action Girl." "You sorted out those dollies in 'Small Soldiers'." "Yeah, but all I did in 'Spider-Man' was smile and hang around waiting to be rescued." "Still more than Cate Blanchett did in 'The Two Towers.' And I haven't met a guy yet who didn't love the rain scene," Eliza added, looking at Sara. She couldn't help noticing that a lot of the other people on set were staring at her as well, but while the others were almost certainly hypnotized by her stunning looks, Eliza was looking at how she was so uncannily similar to Tracy. Most twins had a tiny difference if you examined them long enough, but Sara was a perfect match. Even the hair was the same style. Why hadn't anyone noticed this before? Sara kept up the chat, thinking over her lines for the afternoon and wondering when the calls from the men's magazines would come in. Though she didn't let on, she was soaking up all the attention she was getting and wanted more. And damned if she wasn't going to get it. "Any plans when this movie's done?" "Get another one like this, in quality I mean," Sara said, casually crossing her legs. "I really do believe you're only as good as your last movie, but you're also as good as your next one - you don't want to wind up in something like 'Kangaroo Jack' or something." The reporter prayed she hadn't seen his stiffy and agreed. Sara smiled to herself; she had seen it... * * * * * * * * * * It was close to midnight in San Francisco, and traffic was very light across the Golden Gate. Anyone who was conducting any business by the railings of the famed bridge would have had few witnesses. Ashley Gabriel was far above what little traffic there was, at the very top of the bridge. There was nowhere for her to go, unless she wanted to throw herself onto the tarmac far below, or into the San Francisco Bay even farther. Though Smoleg, the demon that was holding her, wanted her gone, letting her commit suicide was the last thing he wanted. He had pursued her to the apex of the bridge, and was now pinning her down; the young woman kicked and bit, punched and scratched. But Smoleg paid her no mind. It would only take a moment, but it had to be soon... it had to be now. Ashley wanted to die, and soon he would grant her wish. But first... "Hey there, tall, dark and ugly!" Smoleg whirled to see who was mocking him at the moment of triumph. "Exactly what part of 'No' don't you understand?" asked Piper Halliwell, and threw all her power at him. Not freezing; the other one. Smoleg blew into a million pieces... and reassembled in a second. But Ashley had scuttled away as far as she could without running over the edge. "Dammit! Not again..." the elder sister cursed. "Too bad you can't reassemble," Smoleg sneered, and aimed a lightning ball at the sister. "Lightning!" To Smoleg's astonishment, the light ball vanished before it could strike Piper. Almost at once he felt a rapidly advancing heat from behind him - Paige had orbed it into another direction; the ball packed a punch, but it still wasn't enough to destroy him. It was enough to disorient him, though. Phoebe quickly took out the spell she had written to get rid of him for good. Paige's semi-satisfied smile soon vanished, as she found herself suddenly lifted into the air. "Hey, what is this? Phoebe's the one who can fly, not me..." "You're right," Smoleg chuckled as he levitated the young witch over the sea. "And just in case you're thinking of orbing..." A blue light surrounded a shocked Paige. "Keeps your magic trapped in there. Now call off your sisters and let me finish what I started with Ashley, or you become the world's posthumous high-diving champion." "Hang on, Paige," Phoebe called. "We can still finish him off." "We do that and Paige's dead!" Piper told her. "Why not take the chance?" Smoleg laughed. "It won't be the first time you've lost a sister." "But it'll be the last," came another voice. Ashley had come back, her fears gone. Smoleg could see something new on her face - something stronger. "It's after midnight, Smoleg. You're finished." "What....?" "By all that's right, in all good name... return to that from whence you came," Ashley told Smoleg calmly. Smoleg snarled and ran at Ashley, but only made it to two paces before his face began to contort in pain. Flames started to burst out of his body, and once again another demon exploded, breaking the spell over the captured Paige. The blue prison disappeared at the same time as Smoleg, and the beautiful witch started the long plunge towards the ocean... and orbed out of the sky. Paige safely rematerialized next to her sisters. "Not in the mood for a cold bath tonight!" she gasped, as the three looked at Ashley Gabriel, who was now safe, and more powerful than ever. They had been charged with protecting the potential witch until after midnight; Ashley was still a virgin, but had Smoleg succeeded in deflowering her before midnight, when she turned 22, her powers would have come to him. Now she was free, and she was in their debt. Ashley nodded silently to them, and stepped off the bridge... and flew away. "How come she can do that and we can't?" Piper grumbled. "And by we I mean me and Paige, of course..." Phoebe wasn't listening. She was watching Ashley leave, with a look in her eyes that went far beyond the usual relief of another successful job. Had she looked in the eyes of her sisters, she might have recognised the same thing. * * * * * * * * * * Howard Johnson returned to his seat, also with the look of a job well done in his eyes. He had spent last night working on an essay for today's History class, and though he didn't like to say so himself he thought he had done a damn good job. "Smirking smartass," Tony deMatteo said to himself as Howard took his seat. HJ ignored him, as Miss Arthur studied the work. She picked up Howard's essay and flicked through it. A frown crossed her face, and she started reading further. The class recognised that look, and didn't like it. It meant someone was going to be called on the carpet. "Ummm... Howard." "Yes?" "I think you should read this one out to the class. See what they think of it." Wondering why Miss Arthur would want him to do so, Howard took the work and started to read. "'Fantasy Crossovers 1: Gilmore Girls and Lizzie McGuire' by Howard Johnson... OHMYGOD!!!!" He had handed in a dossier of some of what he'd dubbed his "literary wet dreams" instead of his assignment. The class burst into laughter at the humiliation that was sure to follow, as Howard tried to sit down. "No, no," Miss Arthur said with a smile. "Keep reading." "But - " "Keep reading," Miss Arthur said, with the same smile but a stronger tone. Wishing she could have given him detention instead of this much worse punishment, Howard started to tell the class how Lauren Graham found herself giving Hilary Duff a very special birthday present. * * * * * * * * * * VELMA: and you had to read the whole thing? ALBASSEXSLAVE: Yes. VELMA: in front of the class? WILL: Even the bit where Lizzie McGuire got broken in with her own birthday necklace? ALBASSEXSLAVE: The whole thing. WILL: Tough break, man. Should've been about Kristine. :) Howard - "Alba's Sex Slave" - rolled his eyes as he tapped out his part of the conversation. Will was a Mary Mary Quite Contrary; he insisted that the hottest person ever to be on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" was Kristine Sutherland, he regularly claimed that Lisa Simpson was the real star of "The Simpsons," and he told anyone who would listen (and a few who wouldn't) that the best cartoon in the history of television was "Chip'N'Dale Rescue Rangers." (This last had been what convinced Howard and several of his online friends that Will was a poser, since that soulless Disney small-screen show was NOBODY'S favourite cartoon.) But he was okay when he wasn't trying to beat jokes to death. Velma Dinkley, on the other hand, was a peach; she was a sex story writer herself, only she specialised in men more than women. That was less of a bother to Howard than her choice of screen-name; he had never seen what was so damned great about that show, and cartoons today were so much better. Why couldn't she go and call herself a Fairly OddParent or something? Still, she was a good person. And she'd never tell. * * * * * * * * * * Brittany Murphy had no idea how long she'd been falling. Or of why she was alone... the last thing she'd remembered was clutching Jessica Alba's hand as she was sucked into the floor. She should have had her for company. But at least she was alive. The actress slowly got to her feet and looked around. She was on a dusty deserted highway, in the middle of a very, very hot day; not a cloud in the sky. She must have fallen from up there, but there wasn't a scratch on her. Brittany checked herself to be sure; nope, she was intact. So how did she get here... and what was that in the distance? It looked like a van. Brittany knew that it would have made perfect sense for her to stay right there and let it pick her up, so she could make a start in working out what was happening. As opposed to leap into the air and run like hell down the road. She did the latter... * * * * * * * * * * "Silencers" wasn't the only production whose schedule was being thrown into disarray; "Alias" had also been slowed down by Jennifer Garner's absence, but they could shoot around her for a day or two before it became crucial for the leggy one to be back on set. And in the meantime, the word was spreading over why she was missing. Mostly being spread by Ellen. She wasn't even totally lying; she had casually mentioned that Jennifer was missing because she had found out that her husband had been playing away. "You know what it's like," she had told an acquaintance. "Can't handle the wife having a better career than him, always busy, an opportunity comes up..." "Yeah, I know what it's like," her friend had agreed. Said friend had been cheated on herself, and was still bitter about it. "Hope he's proud of himself..." Scott was not, as it happened, proud of himself. He was holed up in his own house, studying a three-quarters full bottle of whisky; he wasn't usually a drinking man, but he needed something to help him forget. He was ignoring his phone, his e-mails, everything. He only had two things on his mind; his wife, and his penis. Or that green thing between his legs. That bitch Ellen had pulled something sick on him. He picked up the bottle and brought it to his lips, swearing that he would get her... * * * * * * * * * * The bedroom was creaking the way it only did when two people who really loved each other were in it. They had been together several times before, and you would have thought familiarity would have brought along its usual baggage. But no; the female was lying on her front, doing the splits with nothing on, and laughing as she called for her lover to do his thing. She was small but blessed with everything, and she was sizzling hot between her legs; she cried out as her fiancee dropped his hands on her shoulders and plunged his manhood into her. The box took in the meat eagerly, rushing inside and beginning to tease her into delight. The woman levered herself up with her arms, her legs still apart, and began to push back and forth along the prick. Her dusky, lickable body was supple and strong, and he loved running his hands along it as he pumped her. She, for her part, had never stopped loving this sexy guy ever since she saw him. The two communicated only in pants and grunts as they made love, with more sighs from her as he played with her fantastic breasts, gently pulling on the tips. His hands, his prick, his breath... everything was turning her on as she felt his length going through her... she closed her eyes and felt herself starting to come... she didn't want his prick to come out of her, but if it didn't she couldn't look forward to the next time... With one thought on her lover and another on the next day's work, Jessica Alba finally started to yell Michael Weatherly's name as she came. * * * * * * * * * * Ten minutes after Eliza Dushku had left the "Saturday" set, a message had arrived saying that while the other two were still MIA, Jessica had in fact come back to the set; there had been some weird accident or something, but she was okay and would be back to work the following day, and could Eliza please hie her shapely ass back to the set ASAP. Eliza's shapely ass was getting some appreciative glances as she waited with Kirsten later on. "And she doesn't take ages?" she asked. "No, it's like only ten minutes and she's ready to go home," Kirsten said. "Amazing." "Yeah. Amazing," Eliza agreed, as the door opened. Sara Hathaway was in her street clothes, ready to go home and relax before the next day's shooting. Waving to some passers-by, Sara started to stroll over to her car as the two actresses approached. "Hey, Ellen," Eliza said casually. "Ah... no, you've got me confused with someone else," Sara told her. "We don't think so," Kirsten replied, showing her a printout. "We had a screencap made of that story about Jennifer Garner, and look who's there..." The picture was indeed of Ellen/Sara. The latter examined it and looked befuddled. "So she was right..." she said to herself, and instantly regretted it as the other two picked up on it. "She?" Kirsten and Eliza said together. Sara flung the paper away and ran for it, as the others pursued. Both actresses were fast, but Sara not only had the start but was also even faster as they chased each other across the lot. She would have gotten away, but as she passed a building a car pulled out in front of her. She was nearly hit, but she caught herself in time and stopped. As did Kirsten. Sara had brought herself to a stop, with the sound of a screech. But the screech didn't come from the car - it was from Sara's feet. "Oh shit..." Kirsten breathed. "Watch out for the screech..." She raced after the receding Sara, leaving Eliza to try and catch up. This time Kirsten was gaining rapidly on Sara; Sarah Michelle Gellar's message was still ringing through her ears, and she wasn't about to let the only clue they had get away. Figuring she had nothing to lose, she tried out a flying tackle for the first time in her life; Sara suddenly found herself pinned to the ground under the weight of Kirsten Dunst, not a bad place to be if you're a man. Sara tried to wriggle free, but Kirsten wasn't about to let her loose - not now. "You wanna tell me how you did that?" "How I did what??!" "The screech thing - Gellar told me about it!" Sara stopped struggling as Eliza got there. Even without the added weight on Kirsten's side, she knew it was time for her to let them in on what was going on. Or part of it. * * * * * * * * * * Jennifer Garner's journey had been fast, and short. The last thing she knew she was in some little girl's room getting a handjob from Ellen... now here she was on the floor in what looked like a bedroom. But there was something wrong with this room. Something she couldn't quite finger at first... She looked around, not quite believing what she was seeing at first. This was a dream, right? It all HAD to be some weird dream she was having. Well, if it was a dream, she had to just play along and she'd wake up sooner or later. At least she was in proper working order; funny, after that fall she should have been all broken bones and blood. Jennifer got to her feet and made for the door, but never got there. She felt her foot brush something, and suddenly found herself upside down and hoisted upwards; she had been trapped! Whatever it was had been put there to get someone breaking into the room, but she found it worked just as well to get someone out. And she didn't have anything to cut her way out... until whoever set up this trap came to get her out, she was stuck there. * * * * * * * * * * "Hey there, David E. Kelley." Howard grinned at Kirk; his classmate had been there for his impromptu live reading, but hadn't razzed him about it (not least because he himself had gotten a story from the guy). "Thanks for keeping silent." "Too bad the teacher won't," Kirk commisserated. It was true that his parents would want a word with him, but he could live with what might happen. "I don't need to write at home," Howard told him as they went to the bus stop. "And anyway, she seemed to like it." "You wish. Still taking requests?" "Always open to suggestions." Kirk pulled a magazine out of his backpack. "You know that movie with Faith and the 'Dark Angel' girl?" "Yeah." "Well, forget them - I want you to do one about her." Kirk showed Howard the page in question - it was a picture of the stars of "Silencers" taken the first day of shooting. Eliza was there, so was Jessica, and so were Brittany and Gabrielle. And right in the middle was Tracy Ryan. "She's a hottie and a half," Kirk drooled. "Couldn't take my eyes off her." Howard was finding it hard to disagree. Very hard. * * * * * * * * * * "Why the screech?" "How come you all look alike?" "Where's SMG?" "Where's Garner?" "Why do you keep calling me Anna?" Sara Hathaway sat there calm and serene, letting the team of Dunst and Dushku hurl questions at her in the latter's hotel bedroom. She would tell them, but for a price. She annoyed the hell out of Eliza. Sitting there, looking like she could pick up a man just by looking at him... it would have been better if she couldn't act, but from she saw the girl could. Better than any of them. Eliza wished she could kick the little minx to death right there, but it would have been a moment of joy followed by a lifetime of remorse. "Okay," Sara said softly. "What was that?" "I'll tell you... if you do me a favour." "We'll let you go without any broken teeth if that's what you mean," Eliza rasped. "No... I meant if you'd reenact that night." Kirsten gaped at Sara, and Eliza sat down in surprise. "How the hell do YOU know?" "That would be telling," Sara smiled. "I know that and a whole lot more. Where I come from we know everything about everyone... but never mind that. I want to see it happen again." * * * * * * * * * * Three years earlier... On-screen, Kirsten and Gabrielle had played rivals who became friends in "Bring It On." That day they and the others had shot the "Mickey" scene, and they were together in Kirsten's place that evening. Gabrielle had cranked up the music loud and was doing some more "Puttin' On The Hits"-type performing, putting her all into her performance. And what was this tall, gorgeous ebony sexpot pretending to sing? Why, Britney Spears. Kirsten cheered lustily as Gabrielle finished up "Sometimes," and tossed her the microphone. "Come on, Kirst - your turn." Laughing, Kirsten cued up a Missy Elliott number and was soon doing her best to be a well-rounded black rapper as a slim white blonde could be. But Gabrielle loved it; as far as white women trying to be black went, she'd seen worse. When the track ended, the two women collapsed into laughter. "No more!" Kirsten begged. "Love to see what Eliza could do with this..." "Trust me," the brunette told them on entering, "you couldn't get me to do that if you tried." "Oh come on," Gabrielle begged, "you did it out there." "Hey, I've got my own idea of fun," Eliza countered. "Like..." She plucked out a couple of handcuffs from her bag. "Who wants them?" "What are those for?" Kirsten asked, like she didn't know. "You asked, you get to find out," Eliza laughed, and cuffed Kirsten to her wrist as Gabrielle swung the other cuffs on her hand. Giggling, the three women went into the bedroom, where Eliza unlocked her own cuff and placed it onto the bedpost, while Gabrielle slipped the other set onto Kirsten's other wrist, securing her onto the bed. "Coochy coochy yaya mama..." Eliza sang as she and Gabrielle slowly started to undress. "I don't think those are the words..." Kirsten started. Gabrielle slapped Kirsten's legs. "You speak when you're spoken to, missy," she admonished, and started helping Eliza with her clothes. Both women lazily danced while discarding their duds, Gabrielle's gleaming dark body contrasting perfectly with Eliza's paler one, Gabrielle having smaller breasts but longer legs, and both being stunning to look at all told. When they were both unclothed, Eliza wetted her lips with her tongue and moved in to kiss Gabrielle. "Wait a minute," Gabrielle said. "We've forgotten someone." She strode towards Kirsten, still cuffed and still clothed. "How are we going to get this top off without unlocking you? Oh, what the hell..." Gabrielle ripped off the top, displaying Kirsten's bra-covered boobs. "Hey! That cost - " "I thought I told you..." Gabrielle tore a strip or several off the shirt and gagged Kirsten, and tied another strip round it so she couldn't spit it out. All the better to keep her cries in. "They say it's better to give than to receive," she continued, gently running her hands down Kirsten's gorgeous body. "You're about to become a hell of a lot better than me or Eliza." And she soon had the rest of Kirsten's clothes off, the other two women studying Miss Dunst's trimmed blonde box with anticipation. "But first..." Eliza opened Kirsten's legs wider, and with her other two cuffs, clamped them to the ends of the bed. Kirsten was now spreadeagled, helpless to prevent whatever her co-stars wanted to do to her. Not that she was inclined to stop them, anyway... Gabrielle climbed onto the bed, and sat over Kirsten's face. Her eyes widened at the sight of Miss Union's box; was the girl genetically modified or something? Her cunt was HUGE... "If you behave you can have some of this later," Gabrielle told her. She lowered herself until her box was practically brushing Kirsten's face. "Like it?" Kirsten nodded. Gabrielle moved down Kirsten's body and out of her sight. She craned her head upwards and caught a glimpse of her black-haired head nuzzling between her breasts before Eliza's head filled her vision. "Ah-ah-ah... no peeking," she admonished. "Keep going, Gab... I'll keep these beauties occupied." Eliza started to play with Kirsten's breasts, rubbing and squeezing until her nipples were standing up. She rubbed her own tits next to Kirsten's, listening to her lover's muffled squeals. As long as she was kept down, it would be hard for her to come. Just bring her to the edge and keep her there, that was what they wanted. But Kirsten was dying to let it out, especially now that Gabrielle had arrived at her blonde pussy. Gabrielle tasted Kirsten's slot, and dabbed away again and again. She had been known to get up and walk away when the person she was going down on tasted bad, but Kirsten was young and tender... Gabrielle kept on tasting, her hands fondling her captive's legs. Eliza, meanwhile, was being nursed by Kirsten's breasts, her lips happily sucking away on them. Kirsten was jerking along the bed, wondering why they had her tied down like this... she was hardly hating the feeling, and she didn't want them to stop... Why'd they stop? Why were they standing up and getting off the bed? "You're very sensitive, aren't you?" Eliza asked, looking at their captive. "Let's see how sensitive." Kirsten's pussy suddenly became the home of more hand action, and she squirmed and tried to back away from Eliza's hands. Eliza Dushku was tickling Kirsten Dunst... * * * * * * * * * * ...and now Kirsten was returning the favour three years later, with Sara's help. Bound and gagged, Eliza was being forbidden to come just as Kirsten had been, made to prolong the pleasure for hours and hours. Kirsten and Sara were teasing and playing with Eliza, just as she and Gabrielle had. As Eliza screamed through the gag for mercy while Kirsten's long fingers scrabbled along her co-star's body, Sara made for Kirsten's chute, clutching her shoulders as she did. She moved her hands down the young actress's lovely body, and started to lick down her spine as she put her fingers into Kiki's crotch. Eliza's eyes widened as Kirsten's had, but not because of the sight of any private parts. Sara was changing... "Hey, Anna... look behind you," Sara cooed as she kissed Kirsten's ass cleft. "Sure thing, but stop calling me Anna..." Kirsten laughed as she looked behind her - and saw the real face of the lady about to eat her butt out. Kirsten opened her mouth to scream, but Sara opened hers first, and as the green light swamped the room she plunged her face into Kirsten's firm, soft ass... When it dimmed, Sara was the only one left in the room. * * * * * * * * * "Glad to have you back," the director told Jessica the following morning. "Shame your co-stars are still off their skulls somewhere... I knew it was a mistake to get those two together..." "Don't worry, we can shoot around them for a bit," his assistant said. "Plus they'll turn up soon," Jessica assured them. "Count on it," Tracy added. "Well, at least we've still got you two... okay, go and do some acting." * * * * * * * * * * Ashley lived in a little house by the beach; she was sitting outside having some herbal tea and watching the sunset. It was one of the more out-of-the-way areas, which is why she loved it. Hardly anyone to bother her; she could live her life the way she wanted to. And the sound of the waves was music to her ears; a lovely thing to wake up to, a good way to lull her to sleep. She finished off her tea and sat back, thinking how good her life was. "Ashley?" She had a visitor. And one she was looking forward to, thank heaven. "Paige?" she asked, facing the witch. "Oh man, we've been - I mean, I'VE been trying to find you for..." "I know," Ashley interrupted. "I sensed you and your sisters were looking for me." "So why didn't you - " "Try and block them?" the woman finished. "Because I wanted you to find me. I wanted to see who'd get to me first." "You might be all-powerful and all that, but this finishing-my-questions stuff is getting REAL annoying," Paige muttered. "Sorry," Ashley said with a sheepish smile. "Oh, I'm the one who should be sorry," Paige replied. "I shouldn't be pissed at you. I just... wanted to see you again. I don't know why, but after that night on the bridge I just... felt like I wanted to protect you more than any old innocent." Ashley nodded. "So..." Paige let it hang in the air. She knew what she wanted, and Ashley knew. The one they had saved beckoned for Paige to come along, and she walked into her little house. Paige's heart sped up as she entered; she and Ashley were about to come together, the way she had wanted from the moment they had saved her... Paige's mouth dropped open. Piper was curled up on the floor underneath a blanket, fast asleep with a satisfied look on the face. Paige had seen that look on a few of her boyfriends - they usually looked that way after they'd had a good bout of sex. Shocked, Paige hurled a glance at the calm Ashley. "Did she get here first?!?" "Of course not," Ashley replied, and took Paige's hand as she led her into her bedroom. "She did." Phoebe was similarly resting in Ashley's bed, also looking as if she'd just had some great sex. "If Piper had found me first, she'd have gotten the bed," Ashley told her calmly. "What is this? Are you taking our powers or something?" "No," Ashley replied, and cradled Paige's head in her hands. "I'm taking you." Paige's resentment melted away as she looked into Ashley's eyes. This beautiful creature just wanted to be around them; she made people fall in love with her, but she never harmed them or used them to her advantage. Paige knew how powerful Ashley was; if she wanted to kill her sisters she could have done so by now. Paige and Ashley kissed deeply and lovingly, and Paige felt the woman lightly removing her clothes. This would give new meaning to the expression "Touched By An Angel"... As filming continued on the "Charmed" set, Rose McGowan had that dream on her mind; she never let it show, but she knew she had to talk to someone about it. Probably Alyssa... no. The girl had a dirty mind in real life, and she'd never be able to keep quiet about how Rose was having dreams about Jessica Alba guesting on the show. Meanwhile, Alyssa was wishing the power she had as a producer was enough to give her the strength to tell the other two about the dreams SHE'D been having. * * * * * * * * * * "Well?" "SMG still won't talk." The woman sighed melodramatically. "Doesn't she know it'll be easier for her if she does? Does she REALLY want to have to go through it again? All right, take her back to her cell. And leave her with..." She ran through choices in her head for a moment. "...Bobby, this time." "But he's - " "You heard me!" she shouted in her thick Southern accent. * * * * * * * * * * Brittany had put up a good pace, but the men in the van had managed to catch her. This freak was kicking and fighting them all the way, but they had her bundled up, with only her yells as accompaniment. "What's wrong with her?" asked Norville as his partner drove. "You bring ladies down here they freak out sometimes," Fred said. "It happens." "She's really freaking out, though," Norville added. Brittany's eyes were indeed starting to get even bigger than normal. As were her feet... * * * * * * * * * * Jennifer Garner had lost track of how long she'd been in that net... when was whoever'd caught her going to come? She was losing all feeling in her arms and legs; she'd never be able to move if she got loose... Someone was coming up the stairs. Finally she'd see who'd gotten her in this mess. Jennifer built herself up to see who was coming in. The door burst open, and in rushed a pair of... boys. A grown woman had been caught by two boys. Two boys who were enthusiastically high-fiving each other. "It WORKED!" they shouted down the stairs. "We TOLD you we'd get a bad guy!" "A BAD guy?!?" Jennifer spluttered. "I don't even know how I GOT here! Now will you let me down?" "Not until you tell us - " said the first twin. " - who sent you," finished the second. "I'm warning you, if this is some kind of trick like last time I'm..." said a fourth person, coming to see what was going on, and stopping dead when she saw who'd they captured. Jennifer's own eyes, already finding it hard to believe where she was, were stretched even further on seeing who was in front of her. Except for La Garner, everything around her was a cartoon. The room was a cartoon. The net was a cartoon. And staring right back at her were Jim, Tim, and Kim Possible... * * * * * * * * * * "Action!" Jessica Alba was running down the road, trying to escape the "killers" after her as the cameras turned. At the same time, the real Jessica Alba was finding herself standing outside a familiar looking house, the same house she'd found herself outside on waking up. The same one she'd been dreaming about - that damned Halliwell house from that crappy WB show about witches. (She consoled herself that she hadn't been dreaming about "Smallville.") Every night she'd had some kind of dream about Combs, Milano and McGowan, and now here she was again. She had been standing there for the past few hours, not having a clue on where she should go next. Finally figuring she couldn't stay there all day, she walked up to the door and was about to knock. She never did; the door flung open of its own accord. "About damn time you got here!" was the first thing Jessica heard before being pulled inside. "Hey, what the fuck IS this..." Jessica's voice drained away when she saw who was holding her arm - if it had been one of the Halliwells she'd have expected it. But it wasn't. "We need your help," Mystery Inc.'s redheaded member Daphne Blake said quietly. "We?" "Yeah," Tara Maclay added. "We." Jessica's eyes darted from one to the other and back again. 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