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Mary M.:
Panting, I look at Tamara,"How long is it going to take for Lisa to correct the typo?"

"From now to never!" Tamara yells back. "Run thata way!"

The four of us start running thata way.

"LISA!" Ferris yells. "You have the girls being chased by headhunters. And Julian."

Lisa grumbles at him as she starts typing furiously. "That wasn't what I wanted. Maybe if I do this, it'll work..."

"I say, what's she doing now?" Wesley says as he adjusts his glasses and peers over Lisa's shoulder.

Oliver looks over, then groans. "The four run across the beach and see a shimmering GLUE?!? What the hell is that?!?!"

"Oops, that was supposed to be lagoon,"Lisa mutters."Did I mention that I can't spell very well?"

"Wonderful," Oliver sighs.

We see something shimmering ahead of us.

I shout,"What's that?"

"I dunno, but let's get to it! The headhunters are right behind us!" Kim L. shouts. "Mary M, you go first!"

"Why me?" I shout back.

Tamara pushes me. "Cause you're the shortest! Now move!"

I jump into the shimmering pool with Tamara, Kim L. and Julian right behind me. I look at how the stuff sticks to me and I stare at it."IT'S GLUE!! LISA DID A TYPO AGAIN!!!"

"Not a typo, she can't spell with that laptop of hers!" Tamara yells back.

"Whatever!"Julian yells back. "here comes the headhunters!"

Tamara:
As we try desperately to wiggle our way out of the sticky glue, I could see the dozen headhunters racing up to us, "LISA, if you can hear me.....GET US OUT OF THIS!!!!"

Lisa sat at the keyboard and nervously looked at the words on the screen. Her friends needed help. Damn her nails! And damn Gateway for making such a tiny keypad!

"You have to write them out of this!" Oliver shouted, reading the latest message, "These headhunters are going to kill them!"

Then a light bulb went off, "Not necessarily," Lisa grinned, and began to type...

"Excuse me miss?" the head, headhunter says, "but do you have a permit to swim in that glue?"

"HUH?"

"This glue pond is owned by Acme, and is therefore off limits to you," another headhunter adds.

We look at the group of savage natives and are stunned by the sudden change of appearences. All of them are dressed in three peice suits, with briefcases and spears. Their hair is still tied up in a pony tail on the tops of their heads...only instead of a bone running through the middle...there is a golf putter.

"Who the hell are you guys?" Cathryn huffs, finding herself sticking to Julian.

"We respresent Acme, division of glues and waxpaper," one of the headhunters says, "Our firm is Stanton, Huffner, Gregory, and Ah-Poo-Poo."

"Oh my God!" I say, trying hard not to laugh.

"What is so funny?" Mary M. asks.

"Lisa," I say, looking up to the sky, "You are one sick, sick puppy."

"What is going on?" Julian asks.

"These guys are headhunters all right," I giggle, "Coorperate Headhunters!"

Cathryn:
Sticking to Julian is definitely not the most unpleasant thing in the world. And, like in any cartoon, our efforts to get unstuck just tangle us up more. The whole thing is really pretty funny, at least to me. Julian doesn't look overly amused.

Finally, I suggest,"Let's just wait until it dries, and then peel apart."

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that," one of the suits says. "We're gonna have to bring you in."

"Bring us in where?" Julian demands.

A couple of your standard bodyguards wade in and drag us out.

"Sand," I observe. "Goody. Hey, Julian, it would appear that we are a new medium of art."

The bodyguards keep propelling us.

"Hey!" Tamara yells. "Stop! They're with us!"

"Bring us too!" Mary M adds. "We're covered with glue too! We have to stay together."

They try to come after us, but the suits surround and block them. We're too sticky to fight the bodyguards. Julian is swearing grimly under his breath in Klingon. Worf, I think, and get a bizarre picture of him at the front of the classroom, methodically teaching DS9'ers how to curse your dishonorable enemies out in Klingon. I swallow a giggle.

"Whoever this Lisa of yours is," Julian mutters, "I am going to do very unpleasant things to her."

"Get in line," Oliver growled.

Kimberly:
"Allright..." Lisa mumbled, "...That worked! At least they are not going to get served up as appetizers..."

Kim W. rolled her eyes. "At least not RIGHT now. Come on! Write them out of there!"

"I'm not sure how to."

"It's simple!" Mary Ann interjected. She put a hand on her hip and wagged a finger at Lisa. "All you have to do is write 'and pouff, there they were, all back together with their friends'."

"And be sure to type slowly and carefully." Oliver cautioned through gritted teeth as he knelt down beside her and began to spell out each word. "A - N - D - P - O - O - F Comma T - H..."

"Don't be a pain." Lisa muttered.

"Well better safe than sorry." Wesley observed. "We don't want you to type 'fiend' instead of 'friend'."

Kimberly peered over her glasses. "Yeah, 'woof their fiends' that could be nasty. Drop them in the middle of the hellhound pound."

Donna frowned. "And 'bark together' could be really bad also."

Lisa threw her hands into the air. "ALLRIGHT! I can take a hint! Don't worry this line is perfect - 'And poof! Their solo adventure ended when magically they were reunited with their friends'."

Cathryn jumped halfway out of her skin and back into the glue lagoon as the bolt of lightning hit 30 feet away.

Tamara shut her eyes and whimpered to Mary M. (who was stuck to her in a most uncomfortable way) "Mary... I want 'you' to tell me what just happened, 'cause I'm afraid... very afraid."

"I'm not looking." Mary M. hissed back.

Tamara opened one eye as Oliver's string of curses hit her ears. As a set she and Mary M. turned around. They couldn't help but bust out laughing at the scene. There was everybody else, grouped under a fried palm tree, hair standing straight up on end, small trails of smoke coming off their shoulders, glaring at Lisa.

"Now, I'm going to write something concerning 'tar and feathers'" Kimberly barked. "Give me that laptop!"

Ah-Poo-Poo snapped his fingers at Huffner. "Get your briefcase. I think we need more application forms."

Mary M>:
Mary M. sighed, "This is just great. Now everyone is stuck at the Glue Lagoon with headhunters. And Tamara...bend. My feet hurt from tiptoeing."

"Sorry,"Tamara said as she bent down a bit."But mind you, you'll have to tiptoe up later. This crouch is making my back hurt."

"Tamara, love! You all right?" Oliver cried as he came over to us.

Tamara waved at him."Yeah, but we're kinda glued together here. THANKS Lisa!"

"It wasn't my fault! You know how this laptop is!"Lisa cried.

Duncan sighs."Yeah. Now we all know. Mary M., want help being unglued to Tamara?"

"Duncan, if you can get me unglued to Tamara, I will kiss you senseless," Mary M. sighes happily.

"Don't let anything stop you," Duncan grins as he grabs an arm. "Oliver, you grab Tamara."

Cathryn looks at the group that appeared with Lisa, who were happy to be together but not willing to be glued together. "Is there anyone else left that can fic us outta here?"

Kimberly looks around. "Mary Ann, here. Warner Brothers and sister Dot, here. Wesley, here. Donna, here. Duncan, here. Who else came?"

"This missing are Sydney, Samantha, Michael, Sandy, and Ferris," said Mary M as she hangs on to Duncan. Then she frowned."And I think Adam. Who had better stay away from any technical contraption, else we're gonna get more lost than we are now."

Adam enters the living room. "Where is everybody?"

"With the headhunters," Samantha said as she looks over the screen.

"Why?"

"Because Lisa poofed themselves there," Sydney answered as she sets up her own laptop. "We've gotta get them back before Lisa poofs them again."

Adam nods, then reads the screen and does a double take. "Mary M. is about to kiss Duncan?!? Why?"

"He's about to unglue her from Tamara," Ferris said."Is that thing ready?"

"Well, get her back before she kisses him!" Adam yells indignantly. "Here, what does that button do?"

"Don't press that!" Samantha yells as Adam presses the computer key.

A crack is heard through the air above the Glue Lagoon. Ah-poo-poo looks up."What was that?"

Everyone looks at Lisa.

"I didn't type anything yet!"

And Tamara's guests to the cyberparty all huddle together and shudder.

Tamara:
We all wait, wondering when...and if the door to the black and white house would open. When it does, all I can do is shake my head.

"Wow! What a trip!" A small Tuba blares.

"You're telling me," hums the Kazoo, who is standing on next to a tall Basoon.

"Hey!" whistles the Harmonica, "Check it out! Tamara, Donna, Mary M., and Kimberly are here! So, what brings you guys...ah...where are we?"

"You're in the wrong list," I point out.

"Not that it's bad to see you guys," Mary M chuckles.

"Who are they?" Kim W. asks.

"Everyone," Donna introduces, "These are members of the Union of Possessed Instruments. Kazoo, Harmonica, Tuba and Bassoon." she notices the blank expressions on their faces and sighs, "They are suposed to be on the Giles and Joyce list."

"And you're suposed to be in real life," Kazoo shoots back, "This is cyberspace....our home....well," he looks around, "sort of. Where the hell are we?"

Everyone turns to Lisa, who huffs, "Thanks guys! Blame it all on me. It's not my fault that you ended up here. Who's idea was it to have a Cyberparty, in the first place?"

"And who erased Tamara?" Kimberly adds.

Mary M. and I look at each other and sigh. Yep, this party was not what I had planned.

"Um," Ah-Poo-Poo interupts, "There is still the matter of your trespassing and now, the erasure of Fred...."

"Oh, great!" I sigh, "Sid, Sam...someone....GET US OUTA HERE!!!!"

Tuba looks at the coorporate headhunters and cocks her horn, "Who are the suits?"

Tamara:
Ah-Poo-Poo looks at the group, "I'm sorry, but this plot is getting to complicated for us to assertain. We are going to have to downsize."

"DOWNSIZE?!" all shouts.

"What the HELL do you mean downsize?!" I gulp, wondering what else could go wrong with this ill-fated party.

The Coorperate Headhunter fixes his hair-club and gives a small sniff, "With the way the economy is today, too complicated a plot is not cost effecient."

With that, he presses a button, transporting myself and my friends to...

"Where the hell is this?!"

Kimberly:
Cathryn looked down at her attire. Saddle shoes, knee socks and a plaid parochial school uniform. She twisted up a side of her lip and looked at Tamara to offer her opinion of being in yet another cyber-mess. "I do not like this Tam I am."

Tamara pulled herself away from her shock at finding herself in a Blues Clues jumper and tried to say "We've been downsized into a preschool site!" But instead began to sing the A. B, C song.

"Wow! Oh! Golly Gee!" Kimberly began to sputter in such a way that all knew that the real words were not anywhere close to that.

"See Lisa. See Lisa run. Run Lisa run." Oliver said in a happy voice as he pulled on his too short knickers and ripped off his clip on bow tie.

"Q, R, S. T, U, V. W, X, Y and Z! Now I've said my A, B, C's Won't you come and sing with me?" Tamara flinched and began to point out the colors in the brightly hued landscape. "Red, yellow, blue - what can we do? Orange, purple, pink - somebody think!"

Lisa opened up her laptop and watched Big Bird dance across the screen. She tried to access back to the internet but Oscar popped up out of his trash can and shook his head. "Lisa cannot bypass the Guardian without mommy's permission." Lisa stuck her lip out and pouted. "Ain't fair!"

"Let me see!" Wesley said as he reached out for the laptop. "I wanna see!"

"MINE!" Lisa shouted yanking it away from him.

"MY TURN!" Wesley yelled back. "YOU HAD YOUR TURN!"

Lisa took off running toward the treehouse. "MINE! MINE! MINE!"

"I'm going to hold my breath until you give me it!" Wesley threatened.

Mary M. hugged her teddy bear. "I wanna go home." She whimpered.

"Can we go with a fox? Can we go in that box?" Cathryn said as she pointed at a refrigerator box covered with portholes, wheels and wings drawn with green crayon. She began to jump up and down and clap her hands. "Yes we can, yes we can! Yes we can Tam I am!"

Oliver looked over at the box and let out a very uncharactistic "Yipee! A race car! Me first!"

Mary Ann crossed her arms. "It's a spaceship!"

"Race car!"

"Spaceship!"

"Race car!"

"Is not!"

"Is so!"

"You both poo-poo heads! It's a boat!" Kimberly butted in.

"Ooooo... she said 'poo-poo head'!" Donna said while making a "shame-shame" motion. "I'm gonna tell!"

"Mr. Bear wants to ride!" Mary M. shouted as she gave her teddy bear a toss by the ear toward the box.

Oliver stomped his foot. "Bears can't drive race cars! Boys drive race cars!"

Up until this point Tamara has tried to retain a thin hold on adult reasoning. But all that came to her was. "Unt-uh! Girls can drive race cars!"

"Can not!"

"Can too!"

"Can not!"

"Can too!"

Cathryn:
"Can so!" Cathryn butted in.

"I'm talkin' to Tam, not you!" Oliver shrieked, getting somewhat red in the face.

"So!" Cathryn raced over to the box and jurmped in. "Vroom! Vroom! See! Girls can drive!"

"Nuh uh!" Oliver yelled. "You're out of gas!"

Cathryn's attempt at yelling back, "Well, you're full of gas!" turned into, "Am not! I just bought some!"

Still sitting in the same spot that she had landed in, Mary M began to cry. "Stop yelliiiiiing," she wailed, clutching her teddy tighter.

"You guys made Mary cry!" Kimberly exclaimed. "I'm gonna tell!"

~~Tamara's cyberhouse, about ten minutes ago~~

Sandy Scolex, Ferris Bueller, and Rupert Giles looked around in utter stupefaction (sp?) as everyone else in the house - and Lisa's laptop - vanished.

Sandy was the first to speak. "Oh, well done, Lisa."

Ferris looked stunned. "Do you realize what this means? Now we've got to find them all by ourselves."

Sandy paled at the thought. Giles, surprised by the others' reactions, tried to reason things out.

"Well, how far could they have possibly gone?"

Ferris and Sandy exchanged disbelieving looks, then Ferris slowly turned to face Giles. "You don't know much about cyberspace, do you?"

"Cy-what?"

Kimberly:
Sandy paled and nuged Ferris. "He's not going to be much help."

Ferris picked up the last hot wing. "Right, look we gotta think of something because if Lisa makes another typo we could get sucked in there too."

"So quit eating and think of something!" Giles yelled.

"Hey! What if we got tossed into a 'diet workshop' site? We have to think ahead." Ferris countered.

Sandy began to nod his head. "Right! There's a site for everything. We could just as easily get drawn into some florist page as some S & M ..."

"I'm beginning to get the idea!" Giles interrupted. "Does anybody have the first glimmer of what kind of sites they could be at?"

"Well, they write a lot about you." Sandy said. "We could start out by looking at their personal sites and link around from there. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff they have done to you!"

Giles looked pained. "Splendid, well let's get on with the search."

Tamara:
"Okay, we need to see who is here," I say, trying hard to keep my sentences from sounding like a six year old. "Starting with me, Tamara."

"Oooo," Kim Wylie jumps up and down, "Goodie, I know how to count too. Kim, makes two!"

"And Mary Ann is three."

"Mary M. is four...but oh, there is more!"

"Kimberly is five, who is glad to be alive."

"And Cathryn makes six," Cathryn smiles, "who adds to the mix."

"Donna and Lisa makes seven and eight."

"While Oliver and Wesley, have come here late." I finish.

"WE really must get out of this, before I go crazy, "Lisa sighs, pulling out her keyboard, "But I don't really feel like writing..."

"Oh don't be lazy." I say, "If we rhyme much more, I think my head will explode..."

"Is that a good thing to say here?" Kimberly asks, looking around at the large alphabet block approaching us, "And are we missing some people?"

"I wanna go home," Wesley whined, stomping her foot, "This isn't fun anymore."

"Okay then, send us someplace else," Mary M. sugests to Lisa, who began to type, "And no typos!"

"Oh this is bad," Mary Ann shivers, "This is really bad."

"What is?" Oliver askes, taking a lollypop out of his mouth.

"One, two, three...big blocks coming to get me!" She points at the large blocks lumbering toward us.

"Type good, type fast!" I shout.

"I'm trying...so get off my ass!" Lisa snips.

"Hey," Cathryn places her hands on her hips, "This site is rated G...so no bad words, if you please!"

"I think I have it, I really think I must!" Lisa smiles. "Now hold on tight...and give me your trust..."

Lisa pushed the enter key...and the world swirls around us...sending us too......

Cathryn:
I open my eyes warily to see if the world has stopped spinning. It has. >Next order of business is looking down:

"Yes! Proper size once more . . . and Amazonian attire? Lisa, I really hate to complain, but . . ." I look up - to find myself standing alone in a giant, hilly meadow-type place surrounded my trees. Alone.

". . . guys?" I call, tightly gripping the walking stick that's suddenly appeared in my left hand out of nowhere.

Okay. Great. Forget hating to complain. I start walking, looking for anyone familiar and muttering under my breath about all the things I'm going to do to Lisa . . .

After a minute or two, my soliloquy - which is really getting quite creative - is abruptly cut off as I hear something rustling in the woods nearby. Switching the stick hastily from my left hand to my right, I brandish it defensively and demand,

"Who's there?"

"Cathryn?" A figure comes out of the woods.

"Oliver!" He, like me, is dressed in different clothing - green tunic and pants - but it's definitely him. Relieved at the sight of someone else in our twisted little party, I run over and fling my arms around him, thunking him in the head with the stick in the process.

"Ow!"

"Oops." I back off with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. I'm not really used to this thing yet, since I've had it for about two and a half minutes . . ."

He rubs his head, obviously irritated but putting it aside in favor of more urgent problems.. "Have you seen anyone else?"

I shake my own. "For a moment there I thought I was the only one here. But since you're here too, maybe the others are nearby."

"Let's hope," he mutters as we set off together.

Two hours later, we have reached two conclusions.

"They're not here," I mutter faintly.

"And we still don't know where the hell we are," Oliver adds sharply. His temper's been climbing for the past hour and a half.

I try to look on the bright side. "Maybe," I offer, mostly to cheer myself up, "they're just somewhere else here. Maybe this is just a really huge website."

"Either way," Oliver growls, "I don't think things could get any -"

"NO!!" I shriek, leaping at him to cover his mouth - but it's too late.

"- worse," he finishes disgustedly. "What's wrong with you?" he adds, staring at me blankly.

"Don't say that!" I cry, looking around frantically. "You don't ever say that things couldn't get any worse, because then they always get -"

I cut myself off as as I see a spark in the air, then several more. Then a man materializes. He's dressed in black with lion-mane-like wavy black hair, and facial hair of the same color. I recognize him right away.

Oh. Boy. I turn and smack Oliver with my walking stick.

"See??" I shriek. "WORSE!"

Oliver tries to glare at me and watch the new arrival at the same time, rubbing his shoulder where the stick landed.

"What?" he demands. "Who is this?"

"Oliver," I say, excessively polite, "I'd like you to meet Ares. You know. The Greek god of war. But to look on the bright side," I add, "at least we know where we are now." A Xena/Hercules-fandom page. Yikes. Who knows what could be lurking here?

"Delighted, I'm sure," remarks Ares. "You know, I owe you a debt of gratitude," he tells Oliver.

"Really," Oliver answers warily, not taking his eyes from Ares. Like he could do anything.

"Yes. You see, I was *bored*, but then I heard you say that things couldn't get worse, and wouldn't you know it, my very favorite thing - aside from war - is proving people wrong." He smiles. Very unpleasantly.

Oliver and I share a look and speak simultaneously:

"I'm gonna kill Lisa."

Kimberly:
"Lisa, I'm going to kill you." Kim W. said with a smile.

"Un-huh." Lisa muttered as she withdrew her head and slammed the door. "That one looks like some financial, stock market site." She crossed her arms and stared down the door lined hallway which stretched for miles before them. "All I wrote was 'and we all found the door to where we belonged'. I thought that would take us back to the place Tam rented."

"Guess what."

"What?" Lisa asked hopefully.

Kim W.'s smile became quite evil. "It DIDN'T. And not only didn't it work, but now we're stuck here in what looks like a search engine and eveyone else is gone!" She crossed her arms. "So start typing, or I'm going to find a site with terrible fanfic and toss you into it. I know! I'll throw you into some of Kimberly's and let her goblins..."

"I'm typing, I'm typing!" Lisa shouted as she opened her laptop. "Okay so.. ut-oh."

"That's the second time you've said that. Now what?"

"My battery's low... we gotta find a computer retail site and get a recharge." Lisa said as she began to trot down the hall. "Don't worry, things can't get any worse."

"I'm afraid that the others are nowhere to be found." Wesley announced. "So we should get moving because I would say that we are not in a pleasent place. In matter of fact, it could be quite dangerous here."

For the 20th time Kimberly stepped on Mary Ann's hoop skirt. "What gave you that idea Wes? Your Confederate uniform? Mary Ann dressed up like a extra from 'Gone With the Wind"? Or maybe the fact that those guys called me a Yankee spy and chased me hell and gone across the landscape?"

"Well, 'Cousin', you are a Yankee." Mary Ann pointed out.

Kimberly gave Mary Ann another hug. "You saved my butt... 'Cousin'. If you ever need anything just yell, just be sure to use that beautiful Southern accent of yours."

"What we need at the moment is to find assistance." Wesley snorted as he picked up his rifle and haversack. "We shall go 'that' way."

"Wesley, it would be so nice if you would not wave that gun around." Mary Ann said sweetly. "At least until we find Lisa and then I think we can use it."

"I wonder where everybody else is?" Kimberly questioned as she headed off the direction that Wesley had pointed. "Bet they're having a great time while we're stuck here."

Tamara:
"Lisa?" I say, looking around at the star filled page, I was apparently transported to, "Lisa? Anyone? Where the hell am I?"

"At the bottom of the page," Mary M sighs, looking up at the spralling words. She turns to me and smiles, "Hi."

"Hi." I say releived that I wasn't alone.

"Where are we?" Donna asks, teetering on the Advert bar.

"Well," I sigh, "there is only one way to find out. The title is too high up to read here. But this page seems so familiar."

"We're not going to climb it, are we?" Donna sighs, rubbing her back, "I'm a little too old to be mountain climbing, thank you very much."

"This isn't a mountain," Mary chuckles, "it would be Web scaling."

"What ever," she grumbles. "I still don't know how we are going to climb this thing."

I look around and find a large '@' just sitting on the page, "I think I have an idea..."

I reach out, pluck the '@' off the page, and begin to straighten it. Soon it's a long rope. Grabbing a comma, I tie the rope around its end, and toss it up, hooking it onto a lower case 'G'. I turn to my compainions and smile, "Are you with me?"

"Do we have a choice?"

"Sure," I grin, "If you want to stay here forever."

"Damn."

We being to slowly climb up the makeshift rope and reach the first group of letters. Balancing on the 'T', I try looking up again. the letters finally came into focus, causing me to gasp.

"I don't believe this!" I shout, shaking my head.

"What?" the others ask, as they scramble up the rope.

I stare at the Moon Logo in the top left corner and sigh, "We're at Knight Slayer! We are stuck on my own damn site!"

"LISA!!!!"

Cathryn:
"Knight Slayer?" Mary M repeats, scrambling up the rope to take a perilous seat on the SGTVS graphic. "Maybe we can use this to our advantage . . ."

"How so?" Tamara asks, helping Donna up onto the other graphic.

"The Sunnydale Guide to Vampire Slaying is where you have Cyberparty archived, right?"

"Of course," Tamara says indignantly. "Where *else* would I put it?"

"Temper, temper," Mary M replies. "Anyway - if we can somehow get into the party from here, we can twiddle around with things -"

Donna's face lights up. "- and make it so none of this ever happened!" she finishes.

"None of it?" Tamara asks doubtfully. "This has been a little fun . . . sort of . . ."

Mary M waves a hand dismissively. "Okay, we worry about that when we get there."

Tamara grins. "M&M, you're brilliant!"

"Thanks. Now, how do we go about clicking this thing open . . . ?"

"Like this!" Donna takes a flying leap at the SGTVS graphic, smacking right into its center. Their surroundings fuzzed, swirled, and changed into the Sunnydale Guide to Vampire Slaying home page.

"Nice job, Donna!" Tamara exults. "Onward, ho-oo!"

"Ow." Donna stands up, rubbing her nose where it crunched against the graphic. "The rest are text links, right?" she asks hopefully.

Tamara:
WE find ourselves perched on the bottom of the title to The Sunnydale Guide to Vampire Slaying, looking down at what seemed like an incredible distance to the Image Map.

"I can't do this," Donna says, clinging onto the U, "That looks like fifty feet down!"

"It's not that bad," Mary M. says, sitting on the hoop of the "d", "I think I can make the jump."

"But what about me?" Donna asks, "I am NOT going to stay up here on this U forever."

I peer down at the top of the cast picture and sigh, "She's right. That's a long drop. Damn, I should have brought the @ with me."

"We are just going to have to jump," Mary insists again, "Come on guys, we can't give up now. At least the Fiction Link is right next to the top."

With all of our courage, we drop off the letters, one at a time. Mary makes it first, with ease. Then I jump down. Followed by Donna. But as Donna lands onto the top of the picture, her foot slips off and she tumbles down the page.

"Donna!" Mary and I scream.

"Grab onto something!" I shout.

"Like what?!" she yells, as she continues to fall past the picture, "There isn't much to grab onto!"

"Grab anything!"

So she does.

And we end up in...

"Hey, it's the Fun and Games page," I smile. "Not exactly Fiction....but not too bad either."

"What do you mean?" Donna asks, looking around.

"I have to do something," I say, reaching over to the Kissing Booth Link and stomping on the words.

I look around and see the Giles link.

Oh yes....I must do this.

Reaching out, I hit the Giles link and we are transported to the bottom of the Kissing Giles page. I look up at the fourty foot picture of ASH and sigh. This is going to be fun!

"Tamara," Mary asks with concern, "What are you doing?"

"I want to kiss Giles." I state simply.

"What?!" Donna yells, "We are trying to get out of this cyber-hell, and all you want to do is kiss Giles?!"

"Hey," I defend, "This is Giles, we are talking about. And besides, when will I ever get another chance to do this?"

With that I climb up the picture slowly, until I get to his face. Sigh....and what a handsome face it is. This seemed easier that I thought. The pictures were three dimentional, at this height, and climbing them was like climbing a mountain.

"Peice of ca-"

CLICK

"What was that?" I ask.

KISS

"AAAHHH!!!!" I shout, as ten foot, red cyber-lips smack into the picture, just below me. "Someone is on this page!"

CLICK

KISS

"Get down!" Mary shouts, "Get down before those lips crush-"

CLICK

KISS

SQUASH

"-you."

"Medic," I mutter, pressed up against the picture, unable to move.

CLICK

"Jesus," Donna shakes her head, "Hasn't this person had enough?!"

KISS

"OUCH!" I cry out, "Damnit! I can't move! Get us outa here!"

"How?"

"The link at the bottom," I manage to get out, between lip assaults, "it will take us back to the main page. Hurry!"

As the lips return for a final attack, the page begins to fade...

Cathryn:
"I cannot be*lieve* you said that," I seethed at Oliver. "You are *such* a ..."

What Oliver was would remain forever unsaid as I was distracted by the sudden appearance of Strife, who strode purposefully toward Ares - and stuck his tongue in the war god's ear.

I bit my lip in pure joy. A Xena-Hercverse slash site? Oh, goody.

"Uh . . ." Oliver, unfazed - I suppose he's seen weirder - touched my arm. "Look." He pointed. I looked.

Eep.

I squinted at the enormous crowd headed in our direction. Iphicles, Iolaus, Autolycus, Joxer, Iphicles . . . wait a sec. Didn't I already count him? Oh. Yes, just not that one. As the crowd got closer, I saw a few other faces, plus many duplicates of the above mentioned characters. All with the purpose that Strife is currently demonstrating firmly in mind.

A lightbulb went off. I started laughing. Oliver stared at me in disbelief, so I explained.

"We're in the Ksmithares archive! It's okay! I'm a member, Ares won't do anything to me."

"What about me?"

"Doesn't matter, they're gonna keep him busy for a while," I answered, pointing to the crowd converging on Ares. "I guess a bunch of KSA muses spoke up at once."

"Whatever." Oliver grabbed my hand. "Let's get the hell out of here. Where's the links page? Every fan site has a links page."

"I don't know," I admitted. "I only visit the archive."

"Oh, wonderful."

Lisa slumped against a cyberwall, defeated. "I didn't know cyberstores could run out of inventory."

"I suppose," Kim W growled, "that most laptop owners are intelligent enough to STOCK UP AHEAD OF TIME."

Lisa glared. "I do! At home. This one is not my fault!" She sighed.

"Look. This is a search engine. We can get anywhere from here, remember?"

Kim W nodded slowly. "Including the Cyberparty," she said, picking up on Lisa's train of thought, "if we look hard enough."

"Exactly." Lisa stood. "C'mon," she said and started walking, leaving the useless laptop behind.

"And why are we going this way again?" Mary Ann inquired, picking her skirts delicately up out of the dust.

Kimberly shrugged. "Because Wesley pointed?"

"Oh. Of course. Silly me."

Wesley stopped short, exasperated. "Well, if either of you have a better idea, I'd bloody well like to hear it!"

"Good a place to start as any," Ferris remarked as he, Sandy, and Giles found themselves in the Sunnydale Guide to Vampire Slaying Fanfic Index.

"Indeed," Giles mumbled, looking around to get his bearings.

"Well, I don't see them," Sandy said impatiently. "We'd never be so lucky as to get them this close to home, anyway, not the the way things have been going."

Suddenly, the entire page shook violently, sending the three to their knees.

"Owwwww . . . hey, Mary M, you brought us to the fiction index . . . good work . . ." a familiar voice said weakly.

Ferris jumped up hastily, recovering from the now-stopped shaking much more quickly than the two older men. "Tamara?" he called excitedly. "Is that you?" Scrambling agilely down over graphics, he found Tamara, Donna, and Mary M at the bottom of the page and immediately yelled a report to the two waiting at the top.

"Is it just you guys? Where is everyone? Are you okay?"

"Yes, we don't know, and I don't know," Tamara mumbled dizzily, sitting up shakily. Ferris knelt and placed a steadying hand on her shoulder.

Sandy and Giles climbed down to join them. "What happened?" Giles asked, taking in Tamara's bruised, dishevelled state.

"Umm . . . nothing," Tamara said quickly, reddeding at the very thought of Giles finding out about the kissing game. Mary M and Donna exchanged glances and snickered.

"Well, now what?" Sandy asked, brushing off his somehow still-impeccable suit.

Tamara:
"Good Question," I say painfully, "We have to get to my RTW section."

"Why?" Ferris askes.

Mary looks at the young man and sighes, "Because cyberparty is archived there..."

"If we could just change what we wrote," Donna adds, "we might be able to erase this insanity."

"Erase?" Giles looks at the three woman nervously, "Why would you want to erase what's happened. I mean, yes it has been nerve-wracking, but you have to admit it hasn't been boring."

"Maybe we could change, or re-write the ending," Sandy suggest.

"How?" I ask.

"Anyone have a pencil?"

"Lisa, how goes the battery?" Kim W. askes.

"Sucky," she grumbles, "I think we should just try and get to Sunnydale Guide. It's our best bet."

"Well, we're here in the search engine," Kim sugests, "Let's search."

"Okay, y'all," Kimberly sighed, realizing what she just said, "We have GOT to get out of this page, before I start spouting from 'Gone with the Wind'."

"Perhaps," Wesley suggests, "if we can get to the top of the browser, we could..."

"Click on HOME!" Kimberly was catching on, "Then we would be in a search engine."

"And we can get to Tamara's site!" Mary joins in.

"Okay," Wesley nodds, "Let's do it!"

Cathryn looks at her new cyber-friends and shakes her head, "Um, guys, as much as I would love to hang out with all of you, this isn't the genre we need to be in right now."

"So, where do you have to be?" Joxer, pauses from what was close to being a very interesting scene.

"We need to be in the Buffy-verse," Oliver says.

Ares strides up to them, "You're interupting this for directions?"

Cathryn hemmed and hawed, "Well....ah...um...yes?"

Oliver give a small, sly smile, "Of course, if it's not in your power to send us there?"

"What are you doing?" Cathryn nudges him in the ribs.

"Not in my power?" Ares looks at the two incredulously, "You've got to be kiding. I'm a god! Nothing is 'not in my power'!"

With a wave of his hand, the page begins to change sending Cathryn and Oliver directly to...

"Sonja's Buffy links!" Cathryn smiles at the handome man, "I'm impressed. How did you know he would do it?"

"He's a god," Oliver reasons, "Not to mention, male. Never tell a man he can't do something."

"I like your reasoning," she smiles back at him, "Now, let's find the Guide."