flames shoot out of the smashed in front of camille's car. a beautiful young woman, assisted by a man pull and pull at his arms attempting to free camille from the wreckage. the steering wheel has pinned him in, and the flames are getting closer.

"COME ON!!" the woman screams, determined not to give up.

the body refuses to budge.

she sees that flames are not erupting from beneath the smashed console of the car licking at his legs.

suddenly, inspiration strikes her, and is reflected in her eyes.

fade to...

the street where redfeathers, father icenine, and handclaps have stopped walking as redfeathers speaks into her cell phone.

"oh my god... are you sure" she asks the person on the other end of the line. "i... i don't know what to say."

dansa steps up to red and places her hand on red's shoulder. "is everything okay, red?" she asks. red holds up her finger, indicating that dansa should hold on. "okay... thanks."

father icenine steps forward. "is everything all right, my child?" he asks.

"i don't know, i... don't know what to think." red stutters, lost in her thoughts.

"what happened? is someone hurt?" dansa asks

"it's not that young man you have been dating... er... uh... " father icenine searches his memory for his name.

"camille" dansa interjects.

"yes, it's not camille, is it?" father icenine continues.

"no." redfeathers answers, shaking her head at the same time. "well, sort of. well, no, he's not hurt, but it does involve him."

"red, what is it?" dansa asks.

"that was my doctor... i'm pregnant" red states.

fade to...

and i say i don't like soap operas...

Insatiable, who is leaving cloudbuster's office within the buster family mansion. she reaches the foyer, and looks around. chris and endorphin are in the living room, some 30 yards away. she looks around for another place to leave, but there is only the front door to her right, which they will surely hear open and close.

no option but to go upstairs. she creeps quietly up the marble steps, slowly so as not to have her high heels make any noise on the marble steps.

she reaches the top, and smiles confidantly as she ooks down into the living room, and sees that chris and endorphin have not heard her as she makes her ascent to the upper level of the mansion.

now, to find a way out.

as she turns to look around, she knocks over a glass vase sitting on a small table at the top of the stairs. she tries to catch it, but it hurtles to the lower level, and smashes along the marble floor.

"what was that?" she hears endorphin ask chris.

she looks around frantically.

fade to...

tron's apartment.

"we? what do you mean we?" gooey asks.

there is a long uncomfortable silence as tron realizes he is slipped up, and gooey and natsume realize there is something that is being hidden.

"we... as in me and... i meant i." tron sputters, unuable to cover his mistake well.

"but you said 'we'" natsume adds.

"well, i meant I, so will you just please leave it alone?!?!?" tron adds, his anger building again.

natsume and gooey exchange a look.

"now, if you don't mind, i have work i need to get done. you both know the way out." and with that, he storms into the study of his apartment, and closes the door, leaving natsume and gooey alone in the bedroom.

fade to...

Lammastide's office at the newspaper. he sits as his desk, his eyes darting between the signatures.

"if you are not tron, then who are you?" he asks the pieces of paper.

"what?" a voice asks behind him.

lammas swivels in his office chair to find that tron is standing in his doorway. the look on hnis face is somewhat unreadable, as tron usually looks angry.

"nothing" lammastide says, hoping that he had not heard the statement in full.

"you said my name" tron states.

"yes, i was just muttering to myself about my vacation time." he smiles at tron for good measure.

tron looks him over, squints his eyes a bit, snorts slightly, and dismisses him by leaving the doorway.

lammastide exhales heavily, and turns back to his desk.

he opens his notepad and writes 'something is wierd. tron is not tron. who is he? what is he hiding? where is tron? why won't he run the buster family story?"

fade to...

chris and endorphin who sit up on the couch with a start.

"what was that?" endorphin asks

"glass breaking" chris says as he gets to his feet.

"is someone else here?" endorphin asks as he stands.

"just JD, our houseboy" chris says. "JD?" he calls out loudly. "JD? WAS THAT YOU?"

the house sits very silent.

chris moves to the fireplace in the living room, and grabs a poker.

"you think someone is here?" endorphin asks, the fear begining to show in his voice.

"i don't know. take something, just in case" chris responds, and holds out the shovel from the fireplace tools.

endorphin takes it and looks it over.

"come on" chris says, and moves toward the foyer. "JD? JD WHERE ARE YOU?"

"JD?" endorphin adds.

the enter the foyer, and see the glass all over the marble floor andstop. their eyes move upward to the hall at the top of the stairs and then back to one another.

fade to...

Late for work because of the damn org again ~ but this is GREAT!!!

bratchildsfriend said:

cloudbuster's car, into which cloud is getting. he takes his untied silk tie which is hanging around his neck, and looks in the rearview mirror. he starts to retie it around his neck, but thinks better of it, and tosses it into the back seat. he looks up at the window of chico's apartment, which is visable from his car window.

sweeny opens the window, and flings a plate at this car. the plate misses and shatters near his car.

he shakes his head and turns the car on.

"why do i get invlved with these idiots?" he thinks to himself, and puts the car in drive.

a coffee mug hits the hood of his car, denting the metal as the ceramic cup shatters.

he looks up at the window again. sweeney is grinning at him. he flips her off, and peals out of the parking lot.

fade to...

the now burning wreck of camille's car, with camille still pinned inside.

the young woman, runs to the passenger side of the car, and pulls at the door, which opens with a matallic groan. she lanches herself into the car, ignoring the flames licking at her clothes, and pulls cammille's unconcious body over the armrests, and out of the car.

the man runs to the passenger side, and the two of them pull camille's body to safety.

once the reach a safe distance from the wreckage, they collapse onto the pavement, and sit, coughing and wheezing, having inhaled the smoke from the fire. in the distance and ambulence's siren can be heard speeding torwrds them.

fade to...

irrestable bitch, running through an alleyway. she stops, her breath short from the exhertion, and falls against the wall behind her, wheezing.

she gaspsfor air for a couple of seconds, and then begins to cry.

fade to...

woo hoo!

the buster family mansion, where chris and endorphin are climbing the stairs, armed with fireplace tools. chris leads, holding the poker ready at chest level in front of him.

"HELLO?" chris calls as he climbs. "JD, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"are you sure he is here?" endorphin asks as they ascend.

Chris nods. "i just saw him in the kitchen and hour or so ago. he tells me when he leaves."

they reach the top of the stairs, and stand looking down the two ends of the hall.

fade to...

tron's office. tron enters the office, and deposits himself inot his office chair with a groan. he swivels in the chair, and ppulls himself closer to the desk, tucking his legs under the space beneath the desk.

he looks over his fairly messy desk, and notices a white envelope with "moonbeam" typed neatly in a large font across it, sitting atop the keyboard of his computer.

his brow furrows as he regards it.

he takes the envelope in his hand, and turns it over to examine the back side. it has been sealed shut, and seems to contain only a piece of paper, possibley two.

in the bottom left hand corner of the envelope is a smaller font in which is typed "from the desk of the fivepercenter"

fade to...

!!! !!!

tron's apartment as tron stares into his own reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. he ponders the face staring back at him. it his own face he sees staring back at him, but it does not belong exclusively to him. oh, no. he shares this face with more than his reflection.

he wonders how much this face had belonged to his birth parents. how much of his facial structure was theirs? how similar had he looked to the mother he had never gotten to meet? to the father he had never known? and how much of his personality could be contributed to the adopted parents he had not known long enough? was his anger and frusteration in the world a direct result of the genes given to him by the parents that had given him life? was it something he had perhaps subconciously learned as a young child from the parents that had nurtured him? or was it the removal of all four parents from his life that had done it to him?

"only one person you can rely on in life" he says to the reflection which silently mouths the same words to him.

"yourself" he and the mirror twin say in perfect syncopation.

the mirror twin frowns at him.

"oh, how could i forget you?" tron says to the twin staring at him. "okay. only people i can rely on is myself and you."

mirror twin raises an eyebrow at him, prompting him to rethink his answer.

"well, alright, myself, you and my real twin." he says to the mirror twin.

mirror twin smiles and nods, satisfied with the answer.

fade to...

more tomorrow, i promise. got busy today being political

cborgman said:

cborgman said:

BAD KITTY!

still, it was another fine show today!

can't wait for tomorrow!

INSATIABLE said:

awww, honey. it'll be better tomorrow. sorry i was being political

cborgman said:

Don't be, toots. I'm proud of you for standing up for what is right.

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Chico319 said:

OMG! I just noticed this. And I'm crying I'm laughing so hard. Wonderful! 5 stars if there ever was such a thing.

What's funny is there is some truth to this.

TRON said:

I KNEW IT!!

Gooey, Tron and Nat DID have a 3some!

endorphin74 said:

Precisely!!!

Hey, I just tuned in. What's happened so far?

TRON said:

ASS!