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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)
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This story was originally written for CSSA. The real people portrayed
in this story are not represented here the way they are in real life.
The fictional characters are the properties of Spelling Television,
Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation, Disney Enterprises and
Hanna-Barbera, and are used here for fantasy purposes only. This is
obviously not intended for under-18s. People, lighten up...

* * * * * * * * * *

 "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. "What the fuck IS this?" she asked again
softly.

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