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st settles down at the desk. The torch is in its holder...she begins to snicker as she writes...

"Look," Quinn started, "don't freak out--"

Before he could finish she interupted. "You aren't the right ones." Picking up a strange device the foursome could only assume was for communication she continued, "Wolf we have a problem. I need you to ident four Trans-Ds."

"On my way." A disembodied voice came out of the contraption just as the sounds of a vehicle could be heard.

"What is going on?" Wade had been through too much to be her usual sunny self.

"If you are who I think you are then you were supposed to be here three days ago and should have about five minutes left."

While a gorgeous leggy blond exited a hovering vehicle Quinn checked the timer. He gasped at the readout: five minutes. His jaw hit the ground when he saw the blond. He hadn't seen anything like her in far too long. Maggie and Remmy exchanged glances and burst into laughter. Wade soon joined them. "Whaz the shakes? Damn they are mine."

"Easy week for you, huh, Wolf?" The two women exchanged amused glances. "'Bout time for allya'll to bail."

Quinn still hadn't mastered himself. He looked at Wolf's deep green eyes and started to drown. "Hey...buddy. How ya doin? I'm Wolf. You gotta push the center button on that timer now k?"

He nodded without thinking and did as he was told. The vortex opened and the girls jumped through. They'd assimilate this world soon enough. Remmy dragged a resisting Quinn through.

Soon enough the park was quiet again. Wolf stood shaking her head. What was it with the Quinns? They always had the same reaction to her. She could never figure it out. Breeze was laughing so hard tears were streaming down her face. Then again Breeze always saw these situations as extremely funny. "Hey chuckles. Did you find out why they were late?"

"N--n-no." Breeze wiped tears from her eyes while trying to answer.

"You want me to wait with you?"

"No need." Breeze pointed to another vortex that was opening up ahead of them. The greenish shimmer deposited four more sliders. Two women and two men again. The two women helped each other up and looked in quiet surprise at Breeze and Wolf. "You were expecting us?" asked Maggie. She would not have been surprised based on the last two worlds they'd hit.

"Yup. Hiya. I'm Breeze and this is Wolf." Maggie took in every available nuance of the two women while Wade helped the men up. Breeze and Wolf were the same height: tall. That was where the resemblence ended though. Wolf was the classic blond beauty. Breeze was classically curvacious. Their looks seemed to fit the two women. It was obvious they were as close as Maggie and Wade had become.

Colin had decided to take the lead now that the four sliders were standing. "Hello ladies. I am Colin Mallory. My friends are Maggie Beckett, Wade Wells and Professor Maximillion Arturo." He indicated each of his companions in turn. With each new world it became a little easier to not introduce Quinn and Rembrandt, the two fallen members of the group.

"Welcome to Earth 3127. You have landed in Santa Maria."

"Can you explain what is going on? I for one am a little lost." Max Arturo had learned much from the events of the last four years. Among those lessons was always get as much information on a new world as possible.

"Professor Arturo--" Breeze began the familiar litany.

"Max please."

"Alright Max. You have landed on a world with some unique properties. I am to be your guide for the duration of your stay. You see I dreamed about your arrival. And you four will play a unique role here."

"That does not sound promising," Colin was becoming more than a little concerned. He had heard of another world with dream masters.

"No reason to freak. There's a wedding coming up and you four will play a part in it that's all." Wolf smiled at him and for a moment his heart fluttered. What was he thinking?

The sliders settled into the large house Breeze shared with Wolf and their friend Beach. Max was checked the window and saw the three women lounging around the large pool at the back of the house. He turned to his fellow sliders to discuss this strange world they had landed on...

Across the city two men were having a heated discusion. "I will not marry that freak."

"You will do as you are told. This is for the family."

Chaser9: well, at least I KNOW the backstory on these guys......

Colin was staring out the window. His mind was focused on two things. The loss of his "brother" Quinn and the woman known as Wolf. He couldn't get her out of his mind. Why? Yes, she was atttractive, but he was usually more level headed than this. Part of him wished Quinn were here. Not what Quinn eventually became before . .before . . .his . . .death. No, what Quinn had been when he had first met him those three years ago. A dreamer, an intellect and someone with a heart. He missed the man. That was true. He looked back out the window a the woman called Wolf and wondered what this world would bring.

Wade and Maggie sat on a couch in one of the back rooms. The two of them knew all too well about loss. Wade had lost Quinn and Rembrandt, while Maggie had lost her husband and in a way, Rembrandt too. Their grief had drawn them closer and closer together. The two were now close friends, who trusted each with their lives. Was there any other way it could have been? Of course not. Neither could imagine a world where they were not friends.

Across the city, Jayce Willis turned to his father, Dalian and spoke, "I WILL NOT marry the freak! For family or for anything for that matter!" "You will do as you are told. I am the Patriarch of this family and my will is law!" Jayce turned to his father and punched him, "Bite me old man!" Dalian fell to the ground and Jayce ran from the house.

Chaser9: They seem so peaceful. I hate to disturb them. Anyway, ThomasMalthus the torch is yours enjoy!

TM: A talking torch! Now, that is weird. (off the Torch's look) OK, OK, on with it I go.

"Sir, are you sure that was wise?" Leuchius asked the leader of his clan. "We needed a purebred for the marriage ceremony. With Jayce now a full-fledged member of the Felus clan, there's no way that..."

"Silence, Leuchius!" the old man bellowed. "Did you think I was a first-degreer, to be ruled by my kittenish desires? I have lived in agony too long, seeing my son as a purebred, while all his young companions belonged to one clan or the other and now to see him a mere sacrifice to our mortal enemies, it was too much for me to bear. Now he is one of us, it's true. But I have a replacement in mind." Dalian walked over to glance at a surveillance photo that had just arrived. "Oh, yes, the Canus clan will receive their human sacrifice. This new young male shall do just fine."

"What?!?" Breeze exclaimed.

"They say that there was an accident. That Jayce needed Felus blood to survive." Wolf then let a slight laugh escape her throat. "But 'don't worry', they said, 'a replacement would be found'". The wedding was little more than a political necessity. The Canus and Felus clans had been warring for decades over turf in Northern Caliphornia, and now with the Big Day approaching... well, what must be done must be done.

"A replacement?" Breeze asked incredulously. "But wasn't Jayce the last..."

Wolf cut her off by nodding her head. "Which means they intend to use one of the newcomers." She now laughed more evilly. "But they'll be unpleasantly surprised. I have my own designs on him."

"Are you sure this is the right world?" Remmy asked.

With a quick look at the timer, the young genius responded with a smile. "Never been surer of anything in my life."

ThomasMalthus

(Sorry guys...I am sooooooooo lost so I am gonna kind of change things a bit....don't kill me....PLEASE!!)

"What the.....?" asked Quinn. "Colin, are you okay?"

"Uh, I think so," said Colin. "I had this dream that I was going to be used in some kind of sacrifice."

"Oh, I see you have been reading those horror books that your friend Dexter gave you," replied Quinn.

"Well, yes," replied Colin. "He writes so well. But Quinn, this was so real. Wade and I were captured by these people."

"Wade?" said Quinn. "Colin, you've never even met Wade."

"Well, that's true. The Professor was there too," said Colin. "I can't explain it but it was so real."

Quinn put his hand on this brother's forehead.

"Well, you don't feel like you have a fever," said Quinn. "Maybe you should take it easy bro. Get some sleep."

Colin went back to sleep as Quinn's mind drifted to thoughts of Wade and the Professor. He hadn't really had time to think about them lately. Searching for their home world had been his only quest. He and Colin, along with Remmy and Maggie were stuck on this world for two months and things were getting rather boring for them. He picked up the horror book and began reading before he drifted into a deep sleep.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Quinn jumped as he heard the knock at the door. He went to open it. Remmy came barging in.

"Quinn," he said. "I just found out from Maggie and the Professor that Colin and Wade have been captured by some mysterious group. They want to use your brother as some sort of sacrifice."

"What are you talking about Remmy?" asked Quinn. "Wade was captured by the Kromaggs, remember?"

"Kromaggs?" asked Remmy. "They didn't mention these people were Kromaggs."

"No," said Quinn. "I don't mean now. She's been gone for almost a year now Remmy."

Remmy looked at Quinn in disbelief. He placed his hand on Quinn's forehead.

"Are you feeling okay Qball?" he asked.

"I don't know," replied Quinn. "I'm confused. I think I need some rest."

"No time to rest now," said Remmy. "Wade and Colin need our help."

"Uh, okay," Quinn replied. "I just have one question. Is the Professor with Maggie?"

"Yes," said Remmy. "They are waiting for us out in the car."

Quinn's puzzled look worried Remmy.

"I've got to be dreaming, I've got to be dreaming, I've got to be dreaming," Quinn said to himself over and over.

As Remmy and Quinn stepped out into the parking lot, Quinn saw the Professor and Maggie wave to him from the car. Just as he waved back the car exploded right before his eyes sending Quinn and Remmy to the ground unconscious.

Quinn jumped as he felt a cool cloth on his forehead.

"Easy bro,' said Colin. "You fell out of the chair and hit your head. How are you feeling?"

"I...I...I'm fine," replied Quinn. "I just had the strangest dream."

"You too huh?" asked Colin. "Well, looks like you have been reading Dexter's book too."

"Well, yeah," replied Quinn. "But this seemed so real."

BritSlider: Okay...someone keep an eye on Mychand until the story is done. Looks like she's had an overdose!

QBall: We now rejoin our regularly scheduled story, already in progress!!!

"Dex did seem to have a way with words," Colin said. "But something about this doesn't seem right."

"Where are Remmy and Maggie?" Quinn asked.

"They went out to get some pizza...they'll be back soon."

"Well, I'm going to get some more sleep," Quinn said. "I have to try and figure this out."

"I'll wake you if you get too crazy," Colin said.

Quinn nodded his thanks and closed his eyes. Instantly he was transported in his mind to his neighborhood. He saw Bernie Massey's old Pontiac next door...apparently it still had not been fixed. He approached the gate to his front yard and opened it. It squeaked, just as it had ever since he was twelve years old. He had hated that squeak, but now it was a breath of fresh air.

He ran up to the front door and knocked on it. Mrs. Mallory opened it to see her long lost son Quinn. Speechless, she grabbed him and cried.

"Quinn!" she shouted. "Is it really you?"

"Yeah, mom," he said, starting to forget it was all a dream. "It's me...it's Quinn!"

They both laughed and embraced with tears in their eyes, when all of a sudden they heard a vortex open nearby. Quinn and his mother looked over to where it had opened. Four figures were deposited from it, and Quinn recognized them right away. They were Arturo, Wade, Rembrandt, and himself, and they were dressed in some form of Medieval garb.

"What on earth?" Mrs. Mallory said.

"It worked! Three days and some change," Quinn2 said.

"Thank God..." Wade said. "Hey, isn't this your neighborhood?"

"It is! There's Bernie's Pontiac that got rear-ended before we left! And there's my house!"

"My god..." Arturo remarked. "Look who is standing on the porch!"

"Pizza's here," Colin said.

"Hope you like anchovies," Maggie added.

"If not, we got some breadsticks, QBall," Remmy said.

"No thanks, guys, I'm not hungry." Quinn answered. "Colin, I have to go back to sleep. Give me the book."

"I don't think thats such a good idea, brother," Colin said. "You were getting pretty worked up the last time. It might not be safe."

"Listen," Quinn said. "In my dream there was another group of sliders. I was home, Colin. It was my home, not Kromagg Prime, and there were no Kromaggs. It all seemed too real. I have to go back and find out who those sliders are, and what the deal is with this dream thing."

"If you say so." Colin said, handing over the book. As the others ate, Quinn began reading the book and was instantly in a deep sleep.

"We have to," Quinn2 said. "They've seen us, and that could be my home!"

The sliders walked up to the gate.

"This gate has been squeaking since I was twelve," Quinn2 said to the others. He opened the gate. Naturally it squeaked, and they were overjoyed. They all walked up to Mrs. Mallory and Quinn.

"Hi...mom," Quinn said. He wasn't sure what to say. He was gazing upon himself with his mother. Perhaps this Quinn had never slid out of his basement, and it wasn't home. But perhaps he had been beaten home by a close double.

"Looks like I beat you," Quinn said with a nervous smile. Who are these sliders, and why do they all seem so real? he thought. He reminded himself that it was all a dream. Last time he had forgotten. The sliders just kind of stood there, speechless.

"So what do we do now?" Remmy spoke up. "Play board games?"

"Perhaps we should all sit down and talk about what is happening," Arturo said. "Maybe then we can sort everything out."

Quinn looked at Arturo and wiped a small tear from his eye. He missed him...and Wade. And now here they were at his house...his home. Quinn almost didn't want to wake up. After all he had lost, he was getting it all back again. But he had to face reality in order to figure out what was happening.

"There's nothing to sort out," Quinn said. "This is all a dream. It all seems so real that I don't want to believe that it is one, but in a while I will wake up and you will all be gone."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Mallory asked. "I am very real, and very much alive. When you disappeared I thought I'd never see you again. And now you are here...two of you...and you write it off as a dream?"

"I know it's hard to believe," Quinn said. "Oh, what's the use? I'm talking to figments of my own imagination."

"I swear to you, Quinn," Wade spoke up. "We are real. We just came here from a world that was stuck in Medieval times. Did you think that up?"

"No," Quinn said. "I don't seem to be dreaming any of this myself; the dream just seems to have a life of its own, and so do all of you. I'm going crazy here!"

Just then Quinn felt himself slipping out of consciousness. He was in a state of half-sleep, being both in the hotel room and on his front porch.

"Quinn?" Wade said. "You're fading!"

"Mr. Mallory!" Arturo said.

"I'm waking up," Quinn said as he opened his eyes. He was now completely back in the hotel room.

"Thanks for the warning," Maggie said.

"How much time do we have?" Quinn asked.

"About four and a half days left," Colin answered.

"I've got to get back to sleep," Quinn said.

"No way," Maggie said. "It isn't healthy what you're doing."

"I don't care!" Quinn shouted. "These other sliders in my dream are real! I don't know how, but they are. I'm not dreaming this stuff up myself...it's all happening on its own. Each one of those people have a mind of their own and a life of their own, and I have to continue the dream so they can make the slide in 3 days."

"What are you saying, QBall?" Rembrandt said. "It's just a dream, right?"

"It's more than just a dream, Remmy. I've never been as serious or sure as I am right now. Now I have to get back to sleep. If we slide out of here in four days and I haven't seen those sliders off that world, those people will die! The entire world stops when I wake up. When I go back to sleep, I enter that world once again and it picks up right where it left off. It's almost as though some sort of 'bubble universe' has been created somehow. It's just been a theory until now. Now these people have slid into my bubble world and are dependent on me to stay asleep long enough to open the window for them. If they don't slide before we do, they will die along with that world. I can't let that happen."

"Here's the book," Colin said. "But after this is all over, we're burning it."

"That's a deal." Quinn said before he drifted off to sleep.

QBall: Well, you are now. Here's the torch, misswells. Show us what you've got!

Meanwhile, Maggie and Remmy was trying to make sense of the situation while the two Mallory's are busy slumbering.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Maggie said.
"Nope." Remmy replied. "That is usually Quinn's department."
"That makes two of us."

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<Slider142 finishes putting up a calendar and adjusts the Maybe machine to a more central position in front of the couch. At second thought, he pulls a rug over the Chasm.>
Slider142: There we go. <Notices outed torch lying on floor.> Hey it's the torch! Well, might as well continue the story one last time...hehe

"Colin, what are you doing ?" asked Wade. He had gotten that glazed look again.
"I'll do it." said Colin dreamily.
"What ?!" Wade just stared at him in shock.
"Well," said Jerahl, also surprised. "You had the week, but I guess the wedding will be held sooner than planned."
Sera looked at her soon-to-be-husband and smiled enticingly. "I'll prepare the lodgings."

'Sera' entered the large house after seeing her father and the guests to their rooms. Looking around quickly, she pushed open a side-door. When she came out, she was once again Wolf. As she passed by the upper suites, the professor managed to catch her arm.
"Sorry to bother you, Miss Wolf, but did you happen to see two members of our group, Wade and Colin. They've been missing since this afternoon."
She shook her head vigorously. "No, sorry." Wolf walked off, leaving the professor standing there. Maggie walked up.
"Did she see them ?"
The professor frowned. "She said no, but she's lying. We're too important to her to be written off like that. I do believe she knows exactly where they are, and they may be in danger. The question is, what now ?"
"Leave that to me." said Maggie.

Quinn looked around the table. "I had a dream before this where I had a rude awakening. To synchronize things, my brain came up with an explosion, and two people died. I'm not even sure whether they were real or not." He couldn't bring himself to name the professor and Maggie. "The thing is, I have to stay asleep long enough to see you off."
"Or we may be stuck here forever." finished Quinn2. "Did you tell your...companions...about waking you ?"
Quinn shook his head. "No, they probably want to wake me even more now."
"What about Mrs. Mallory ?" asked Wade matter-of-factly.
Rembrandt looked at her. "Girl, you've gone and stepped in it now..."

Quinn agreed. "Our best bet is the Chandler. They've probably gone there."

The two Sliders made their way in that direction, hoping their fears hadn't already begun. Once there, they were pointed in the direction of the suite where they were met at the door by Maggie. She was surprised to see them.

"May we come in?"

Maggie looked at her Rembrandt for assistance and he nodded his head somberly.

Quinn and Rembrandt gasped as they saw the sleeping brothers. "We're too late!" exclaimed Quinn. "They've already succumbed!"

"What? What have they succumbed to?" shouted Maggie.

Rembrandt2 started, "They've already entered the sleep. The events are already in motion."

"So what is it?" queried Rembrandt.

"Sit down and we'll explain..."

Using his much stronger arms, Colin stopped Wade and pushed her away. "I can feel something there, Wade. I've never felt like that before. This is something I have to do!"

Wade threw up her hands in exasperation! There was no getting through to him! He'd never been like this before; something must be affecting him. She was immune so she guessed it had to be something to do with this Sera girl. In addition, there was something annoyingly familiar about Sera, something Wade couldn't put her finger on.

"Colin," she announced, "stay right here. I won't be long."

"I don't wanna go anywahere. I just want to wait for Sera. Where are you going?"

For some reason, Wade felt that she could no longer trust Colin. "The bathroom," she lied, hoping it wasn't too obvious. Even if it was, Colin didn't cotton on.

"Okay."

Wade opened the door to their quarters slowly and carefully and made her way out into the hall, pulling the door to behind her. She needed to find out more about these people.

BritSlider: Ready to roll, Blink ol' boy? Just remember... don't get Wade #2 confused with Maggie #4!
QBall79: Or Quinn #10, who just left with Arturo #56...
sleepingtiger: ...not to mention Henry the Dog #345.
<Blinker trembles... his forehead quivers violently...>
Nycslider: Uh-oh!
<A trap door opens on Blinker's head, and his brain explodes violently all over the cave.>
Cryin <wiping brain fragments off his shirt>: Great. NOW how's he gonna write his part?
Blinker: Actually, I feel fine. I resent your implication that I'm somehow incapacitated! I mean, we've never had problems before! ;-)
SL4ever <eyes widening>: Double uh-oh...
Blinker: You don't like me, do you? You must also be The_Cynic! ;-)
Chaser9: Without his brain, he's turned into...
All: BLINXECUTIVE!!
wrldjmpr: What will we do??
Chaser9: In this state, he's a threat to all of us. We may have to... liquidate him.
Blinxecutive: This situation reminds me of the classic TWILIGHT ZONE episode I SHOT AN ARROW, in which a bunch of people killed each other! ;-)
QBall79: As if fairy dust wasn't enough! We have to do something...
Blinxecutive: It's no problem; I can write the story like this! I * am * the author of CRISIS, you know! I was even blacklisted for the Booker Prize! Uh... I mean shortlisted! Yes, shortlisted! ;-)

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It was only after Colin had finished his business that he realized Wade was nowhere to be seen! Hadn't she gone here just minutes before, but never emerged? Colin decided to hunt down the girl, who had mysteriously fled from the bathroom, apparently to escape from him, Colin, who had just decided to...

<Lengthy segment censored by the Dominion "Excessive, Circular Exposition" CGI-bots>

Colin ran down the hallway at 13 1/2 miles per hour. After a while he ran out of breath and slowed down to Normal Speed.

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"Yes, shadowy FBI contact? Over."

"The plan is set. Operation Kill The Sliders shall proceed on schedule! Over."

Mrs. Mallory put away the walkie-talkie and smiled at Quinn.

Quinn seemed disturbed. "Who were you talking to? Who is 'Shadowy FBI Contact'? Over."

Mrs. Mallory smiled. "No-one! Over."

Quinn nodded. "Okay! Over."

Suddenly Colin ran up at 86 miles per hour. "Wade's gone! Is she here? Over."

Quinn frowned. "Um... no. How did you get here from the last scene? Over."

Colin grinned. "I don't know! Over."

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Wade was hiding inside the toilet tank waiting for a chance to escape. With Colin gone and the rigors of the flush cycle subsiding, she started to pry the tank cover off. She wasn't expecting to be faced, however, with the face of the evil Shadowy FBI Contact, or SFC for short! ;-)

SFC pulled out a gun and aimed it at Wade's head. "Are you Wade; the Slider that I've been sent here to kill?"

Wade grinned. "Yup!"

SFC fired, instantly killing Wade.

The author of this story realized he had written himself into a corner, so he passed the torch to...

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~Robin

<Robin opens her eyes to see every member of the story game staring at her.>
Robin: Oh, is it still my turn?
SL4ever: Yes.
Robin: Hmmm, well then let's get started, shall we? Anybody got anymore of that lemonade left?
HK: NO!
<Robin sits down at the desk and looks over the previous parts of the story.>
Robin: I think I can handle this! <flashes evil grin>
<Everyone just stares at her.>
Robin: Oh come on! I was at least expecting a "Noooo!" from somebody! Maybe nycslider? Or Brit? Please guys? Say I can't do it! <cheerfully> I could ruin it!
<No one says a thing. Robin sighs and starts to write.>

~Robin

"Okay, we start off with these two :-#es standing in a park. These :-#es are STRAPPED. They are f-ing beautiful. Don't take my word for it, I'm not a ladies man. Hey, the last time I got a piece of ass was when my finger broke through the toilet paper, so what do I know? But it said so in the story, so they were beautiful. One of them is Breeze and another is named Wolf.

"So then this superfluous group of Sliders comes in and Slides right back out. I don't get that, but then they don't pay me to be a writer. They pay me to be the sum-up guy. As a matter of fact, excuse me a minute." "HEY HURRIKAIN? YOU GOT MY F-ING MONEY???? OKAY, GOOD." "Okay. So then four Sliders who are going to stick around show up. They are told that they are going to play a part in a wedding. Apparently, this is a world where Sliding can be predicted, by dreams or some :-# that I really didn't understand. I guess you had to be there.

"So then there is some foreshadowing that the groom does not want to get married. Then we get some character development, and then the groom tells his father once again that he does not want to be married. Then we have the wildest, most bizarre plot twist I have ever had to sum up. The father is a some kind of F-ing vampire and he blows – um excuse me – sucks the blood out of his own son and turns him into a vampire!! Fairy dust my ass! This one came from someone more strung out on drugs than a research monkey! So anyway, that leads to the plan to capture Colin to replace the sucked up son who can't be married now.

"So then we get Colin and Wade run over like someone standing between Peckinballs and a F-ing movie rip off script. They are thrown in a car and taken away. Then, Quinn and Rembrandt appear out of a vortex for no reason. Okay, cool, right? This story isn't so bad, right?

"Guess what? It's about to be. First, it is revealed that Colin has been dreaming this whole F-ing thing! There was also something about some F-ing idiot named Dex who writes novels. He's too busy writing about food to write about anything else, by the way!" Vince pauses to eat 50 pounds of ham salad (with little dashes of hot sauce mixed in! And on crackers! Mmmmm Mmmmm!) "So then we appear to be in Quinn's dream! Because Remmy shows up talking about Colin and Wade are missing. After an exchange so long that even my retarded dog knew what was going on, Quinn finally realizes that he is having some kind of lucid dream, in which the Professor and Maggie are waiting for Quinn and Remmy so that they can all search for Colin and Wade.

"But then Quinn 'wakes up' again (as an aside, if you think that is the last time I am going to say that, you are sadly mistaken) talks to Colin for a minute, and then he goes back to sleep and wakes up in some other world that whoever wrote that segment just pulled right out of his or her F-ing ass.

"So here are the three worlds we have at this point. Stupid F-ing Vampires World, which I shall call SFVW for short. That world has Remmy, Quinn, Maggie, and Arturo searching for Colin and Wade, who have been kidnapped so that Colin can marry some hard-up :-#.

"We also have Homeworld, where Quinn and another Quinn, Remmy, Arturo, and Wade are with a Quinn's mother. These are the same four Sliders from the last stupid F-ing game, if you remember.

"And both of those worlds are dream worlds being dreamed in a THIRD world, which I shall call DBW, short for Dream Boys World. Colin is dreaming SFVW and Quinn is dreaming Homeworld. If either of them is waken, that world will cease to exist, which would break my F-ing heart, I'm here to tell you. On DBW there is, beside the two extra-lazy dreaming guys, a Maggie, two Remmys, and another Quinn. The awake Quinn and one Remmy are from another group who lost their two friends to this dreaming sickness.

"I will now wrap up with a quick summary of each of the three worlds.

"In SFVW, Jerahl, the Patriarch of the Canus clan, which is apparently another group of people (like the Felus clan) who run around in tights blowing people –um – sucking the blood out of people, visits Colin and Wade in their cell. He says that kidnapping Wade was irrelevant, all he wanted was Colin because to marry Sera, who is Jerahl's daughter. Colin gets this glazed look in his eyes and agrees to go through with the marriage. Jerahl and Sera are pleased and they leave the cell. So then it is revealed that Sera can shape change and the she is also Wolf, one of the two strapped women who met the Sliders in the park. The four had been staying at Wolf's house, not knowing that the place housed the Canus clan. Arturo asked if Wolf has seen Colin or Wade and she says no but he tells Maggie that he thinks Wolf is lying. Meanwhile, in the cell, Wade tries to discover what has come over Colin. He rebuffs her, so she goes to the bathroom. For some reason the door to where they are being held is F-ing unlocked, so she is able to leave and use the bathroom down the hall. When Colin uses the bathroom a couple minutes later she is not there. Following some stupid Executive parodying :-# about how fast Colin runs, Wade is apparently killed after she climbs from inside the toilet. What can I say, you had to be there. We'll see about that.

"In Homeworld, not much happens. Quinn is sitting down talking a lot with Quinn, Remmy, Arturo and Wade. It is explained that this is a bubble world and the dreaming Quinn needs to keep dreaming it long enough for the other four to reach their window and Slide out. Quinn's mother overhears and wants to find a way to keep Quinn here so that she doesn't cease to exist after he and the other four leave. There was some fevered :-# about Colin coming over into this dream world and Quinn's mother talking to FBI people but we'll also see about that.

"Meanwhile, the second Quinn and Remmy in DBW explain to Maggie and Remmy the deal about the two sleeping men and what will happen to the worlds they have created and the people within them if the sleeping men are waken before the dreams are played out. But if they dreaming men aren't waken, they run the risk of dying. There is also some :-# in there about a book that caused all this and bubble worlds, but I didn't follow all that. The last segment so far ends with the dilemma of whether the waking Sliders allow the dreaming Sliders to continue F-ing dreaming.

"There's no telling what this next F-ing idiot is going to come up with, but let's all watch and see. Youre turn to write, SL4ever, and I am outta here! Right after I collect my F-ing money!"

Vince DeFellow leaves the cave.

Editor's note. Vince is an F-ing idiot. The clans are werewolves, not vampires. Sheesh, where did you get this guy, Hurrikain?

"Oh," SL4ever answered.

Wade blinked. For a second she thought that someone had been standing in the bathroom with her. But the hallucination had been fleeting. She stepped from the tank and dried off with a guest towel. Rebelliously, she replaced the towel on the hanger and sneaked out of the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Maggie was shadowing Wolf to try and determine what the woman was up to and what exactly she knew. The other three, Remmy, Quinn, and Arturo, were trying to organize their search for the best results. They figured that the Felus clan were the most likely suspects if a kidnapping had occurred, since they were the ones who needed a groom replacement. Now it was simply a matter of figuring out a likely place the for kidnapping victims would be held. It would not be easy, since the Felus holdings were extensive. Little did they know that it was not the Felus clan but their enemies, the Canus clan, who actually had Wade and Colin.

Mrs. Mallory roused herself from her pleasant fantasy about Colin and FBI agents and went to get her guests another round of refreshments. Fantasies were nice, but she had to figure out a way to get Quinn to stay here permanently.

Remmy turned to the Dreaming Quinn. "So what happens now?"

The other man shrugged. "We won't know if you can Slide out of here until your timer reaches zero, so we are just going to have to hang out here until it does."

"Well," Remmy sighed as he gazed down at his two dreaming friends. "I think we have to let it right for now. We have to give them a chance to come out on their terms. We don't know what will happen if we try and wake them forcibly. But if they start looking like they are slipping away, then we'll have to risk it."

"I agree," Maggie added. "It isn't worth the risk unless we are going to lose them anyway."

The other Remmy and Quinn shared a glance. This had been their reasoning as well, and it had cost them two friends. But it was not their place to do more than advise. Being pushy wouldn't solve anything.

BritSlider grinned. "Shoot. There might as well be 40 people ahead of me if there are four! I have a looooooong time still to lounge around the cave!"

WJ: <to the torch> you can be replaced you know. Alright, gimme that damn pen...I tell you what....when I get my hands on nycslider and cryin....blah...blah....blah...blah

There was a knock at the door. Maggie jumped up to answer it, hoping it was her companions with some answers. She opened the door and saw only the empty doorway. Something tugged at her blouse. She looked down. There were two children standing there, about 6 and 8 years old.

"Hi," she said, smiling tentatively at them, "are you lost?"

They didn't answer. Instead, they bolted into the room, heading straight for the sleeping Mallory brothers.

"Hey, come back here!!" Maggie shouted after them. But she was too late.

Each child had chosen a bed and began to jump on it. Colin and Quinn bounced up and down as the children played. Maggie tried desperately to grab one or both of them, but they were too quick for her.

"I'm a Pokemon!!" the cute little girl said as she knocked Quinn in the head accidentally.

"Me too!!" yelled her brother as he landed on Colin's stomach.

Not surprisingly, both brothers awoke. About that time, the children's flustered mother came bounding into the room, apologizing profusely. She dragged them both out, threatening torture to the first one that spoke. The little girl turned back around, waving goodbye to Maggie.

"What just happened? Colin asked, rubbing his eyes. He was confused. Just a moment ago he was preparing to get married, now he found himself in the room at the Chandler.

"I'd like to know the answer to that too, Maggie," Quinn said, standing up, "I thought we asked you to let us sleep. I've got to get back, where's the book?"

Anger flashed in Maggie's eyes at being accused of doing her part. "Quinn, I just didn't let those two little heathens in here, they pushed their way through...I'm thinking we should take them along to help fight off the 'Maggs."

Quinn didn't answer, his mind had strayed back to his mother.

"Where is the book, Maggie, I must get back." Colin said desperately.

"Um, there's a problem with that. Remmy and um, some friends, went off to look for that Dex guy, you know, the guy who wrote that book? Anyway, they took the book with them."

Quinn grabbed Maggie by the shoulders, "Took the book? I've got to get back now...if I don't, those innocent people may die. I couldn't handle being responsible for another death!"

Colin pulled Quinn's hands from Maggie's shoulders. "Brother, you can not blame Maggie for this. We will just have to wait for the book."

Quinn looked at Colin and realized that he was right. He apologized to Maggie, who just shrugged him off. Both brothers decided that they were hungry and so they ordered up room service. An hour went by, and still the trio had not returned.

Quinn began to pace the floor, the videos on MTV grating on his nerve. The last one featuring some moronic guy in a popcorn fight had been the last straw.

"Where could Remmy be? Its been over an hour, I'm afraid that being out of the bubble world this long will bring dire consequences."

There was a gasp at the door and Maggie, Quinn and Colin turned to see Remmy and a very strange man standing there. The strange man rushed in.

"Are you saying that you have been awake for more than an hour? This is most unfortunate, yes, yes, indeed it is." The strange man continued to mumble.

Quinn looked at Remmy and then back at the man. "Why? How do you know this?"

The man looked at Quinn with beady little eyes. "I am Dex, the author of that magical book you have been reading....and it is most unfortunate because any awake period of more than a few minutes destroys the bubble universe--and everyone in it."

Horror filled Quinn's eyes. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

WJ: I had it on good authority that you were only 75% correct on most of those summaries. Plus, I think everyone here will thank me. Now, where's LovePigeon? I'm anxious to pass this torch on and find the credit card thieves!

<And Rover began to write.>

"It will be alright, brother."

"How can you say that Colin! Because of us, all of those people are going to die! And not just our friends! Hundreds....thousands....Millions!!!" And with that, Quinn collapsed in sobs. Maggie ran to comfort him.

"Now , now!" said Dexter. "I know this is hard for you, but try to keep yourselves together." IN the face of this placation, Colin lost his last grip on reality, strode over to Dexter, and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him profusely.

"HOW?!? How are we supposed to keep calm? You have to help us! You have to tell us what to do!!!!" Remmy ran over to quiet him down.

"Hold up, man! Stop it. This isn't helping anything, farm boy. He's right...you have to calm down." He removed Colin's hands from the strange man's neck and held them for a minute or two until Colin's desire to throttle something seemed to wane. Dexter sat down to catch his breath.

"If you'd only listen to me! I think I can help. No guarantees, but there may still be a chance to fix this problem."

At this Quinn stopped sobbing for a moment. "What? What can we do?"

"Well," said Dexter, "you'll have to come with me to my workshop. It won't work if we stay here."
The two men immediately gathered themselves together expectantly. Colin clutched the book tightly in his hands, not at all willing to let it out of his sight again.

"Then let's go!" he cried. "There's no time to lose!"

"Ok," said Dexter with a mysterious grin. "Follow me." He led the boys out the door, with a farewell to Maggie and Remmy. Maggie stopped him before he could shut the door, however.

"Just a minute!" she said. "I think we should come too. Those are our friends, and they're in no condition to be on their own right now."

"Now, now, my dear. There's no need to be alarmed. It would be better if no one else came along, simply because it might be... distracting to the process. Our goal is to save as many lives as we can, including your friends', right? And that may be a difficult process. We need perfect concentration. And don't worry. They aren't on their own, they're with me. My workshop is perfectly safe, I assure you." He gave another mysterious grin. "I'll take good care of them and return them to you in a few hours." Maggie looked at him suspiciously, but then Quinn called from outside.

"Please, let us go, Maggie! It's a matter of life or death!"

"You'd better take good care of them, mister," she said, "or we'll be looking for you. Remember, we found you once...we can do it again."

"Please, not to worry! But we must hurry, so you must let me go." He removed Maggie's hand from his arm and shut the door behind him.

Maggie and Remmy exchanged worried glances.

"I don't know about this, Rem. I don't think I trust him."

"I know, girl, but it looks like we don't have much choice at this point."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it," said Remmy2, who had remained along with Quinn2 when they brought Dexter back. " I just wish we'd thought to find him before our friends got hurt."

"Yeah," said Quinn2. "I think he can help them, and I can't think of anyone else more qualified to do it. Don't worry, they'll be fine."

Maggie and Remmy still didn't look totally convinced, but they relaxed a little.

"Well," said Remmy2. "I guess our job here is done. We'd better be on our way, Qball."

"Yes, I suppose you're right. Goodnight, guys, and good luck!"
And with that, this set of doubles was out the door on their way to other places, never to harass the story cave dwellers again.

So Remmy and Maggie waited. And waited. And waited some more. Remmy paced the floor, while maggie stared out the window.

"Y'know, Maggie," said Remmy, suddenly breaking the silence. "Something is a little odd here. Do you remember much about when you were in your bubble world with Quinn?"

Maggie sighed. "Of course I remember Remmy! Every moment of it! I'll never forget it."

"Yeah," thought Remmy to himself. "And you'll never let us forget it either...." Aloud he said, "I just had a thought about it. When you and Quinn were out of it, you were OUT of it! I mean, no matter what farm boy and I did, we couldn't wake you up. And besides that, you were aging before our very eyes. You were living a decade in an hour. We thought you were going to die on us!"

Maggie pondered this for a moment. She hadn't really consciously experienced this facet of the situation and tended to forget that part of it so she could focus on the part about having sex in that convertible.... "Just what are you saying, Rem?"

"Well, girl...Quinn and Colin were nothing like that. They woke up several times, and nothing ever seemed wrong about them...except for being a little over-emotional. And the worlds they were in sounded a bit surreal...with shadowy FBI men, and Wade hiding in a toilet tank, and people turning into werewolves...Does that sound like a real world to you? Sounds more like a dream to me."

"I don't see anything strange about any of that, especially after having a sex-monster living in my stomach for a couple of days."

"Ok, I see your point. But I still say that they didn't seem like they were in a bubble world. Something's fishy about this."

About that time there was a pounding on the door. Maggie ran to answer it. A shadowy FBI man stood waiting. The FBI man looked Maggie over suspiciously, then flashed his badge at her.

"I'm agent Cooper of the FBI. We're looking for a suspicious character. Sort of a strange little man...." He pulled a 5x7 picture out of his coat pocket and handed it to her. By this time Remmy was standing behind her looking over her shoulder. As soon as he saw who was in the picture, he freaked.

"Oh my God!" he cried. "What are you looking for him for?"

"I take it you've seen him," said the FBI man, deftly putting the picture back in his pocket. "He's wanted for murder and is considered to be very dangerous. His game is synthesizing hallucinogenic inks and writing books with it. People absorb the hallucinogen while turning the pages, and it makes them fall asleep and have wild dreams that they think are real. The drug also makes them very open to suggestion, and he uses mind control to get them to do whatever he wants. Occasionally people react very violently to the ink. Several people have been maimed, killed, or mortally embarrassed, either by this man's ink or by the things he makes them do once they are under his spell."

"Oh no!" cried Maggie in horror. "I knew we shouldn't have trusted that guy! He's got Quinn and Colin! And we don't know where he took them! " She looked at Remmy whose terrified look mirrored her own.

"Girl, what are we going to do now?"

Chaser9: "Let's just get on with the story."

In any case, Dex turned to them in the car and handed them a piece of Juicy Fruit.

"Here," he said. "Chew this."

"But why?," asked Quinn.

"Just trust me," responded Dex.

Colin and Quinn put the gum in their mouth and traveled down the road. Finally, they arrived at an old abandoned railway station. Entering, they noticed something extremely strange...something that separated this world from many others...that forced them to question the motivation behind Dex's help. The walls of this railway station were covered all over by...posters from the movie "Anaconda."

"This is it!," yelled Dex. "This is the key!"

"Hey Dex," said Colin. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't you see??? Haven't you ever seen 'The Yellow Rose of Cairo?' Somehow, you are connected to the woman in this movie or fine piece of artwork. The woman who, in your bubble universe, was called Maggie. The woman with HUGE HUGE...ummm, excuse me endothelial cells."

(Colin briefly thinks back to Vampire world where all the vampires went around blowing...I mean sucking the blood from everyone.)

Dex went on. "By bringing you out of the bubble universe for one hour, giving you a piece of chewing gum, and saying the words, 'Nuttin' Honey,' the woman from this fine film will be mine...FOREVER!!!"

"How can you do that, Dex?" asked Quinn.

"Does it really matter? Has anything else made sense in this story?"

"Guess not."

Remmy was laughing. "So what you're saying here, Agent Mulder...is that aliens have taken over the earth and are using blonde women to make pancake batter."

"Exactly," replied the agent. "It's become a huge problem. We don't know what to do with all the pancakes. Fortunately, Peckinpah and his men are trying to fight them off."

"Huh huh...that's just too funny," said Rembrandt. "What's this world coming to?"

All of a sudden, Maggie got up from where she was sitting and exclaimed, "WAIT!!! We've got to get Quinn and Colin back."

Rembrandt, Agent Mulder, and Mallory (who was now at the scene for no apparent reason) burst into laughter.

Mallory yelled, "What's wrong, Maggie...need to find a man? What was wrong with that vampire world? Those vampires liked to - " (use your imagination).

"Yeah," yelled Rembrandt. "Let the next writer worry about that problem."

Mallory and Remmy held up two more shot glasses and drank to blonde woman pancaked batter.

With that, I pass the torch.

And with that Brit walked back to the couch where he lay down, thinking of various ways to finish the story. Oh well, he thought, as he drifted off to sleep, tomorrow is just another day.

And with that, BritSlider began to write...........

"That's right." Replied Maggie.

"Yeah," said Remmy, "I guess you could say that they've flown the coop, Coop!" He would have laughed himself at the weak pun, but the situation didn't exactly call for humour.

Agent Cooper decided that his initial impression of Remmy was correct; this man would be about as useful a chocolate fireguard. He turned his attention to Maggie. "I would imagine by the way you hold yourself that you have received military training, am I correct?"

Maggie was stunned for a second, but being a woman it wasn't long before she found her tongue; "That's right, I was in the Marines. How could you tell?"

"It's all part of the training ma'am, the FBI is very thorough. I could use your help in rescuing your friends though, are you willing to put your life at risk in order to save them?"

"Why not, I seem to do it every week; this one'll be no different."

"You can count me in too!" Put in Remmy, a little miffed at having been left out of this conversation. "I used to be in the Navy."

"Really?" Agent Cooper raised a speculative eyebrow. "And what exactly was your function in that branch of the armed forces?"

Remmy looked a little embarrassed; "I was a cook, but I still had to go through basic; I can handle this!"

"Hmmm." Agent Cooper seemed less than impressed. "Perhaps I could find you a sharpened spatula to use?" And with that he walked out the door, beckoning the two Sliders to follow him.

Remmy would have said something even wittier as a rebuff, but right now all he think of was to flip the finger at the retreating form of the FBI man, as he hurried to catch up with him. Agent Cooper had set a brisk pace, and stopped by his car.

"So do you know where we are going?" Asked Maggie.

"Of course I do ma'am. The FBI has extensive files on this man, he will be at one of his secret labs."

"If it's a secret lab then how do you know about it?" Queried Remmy.

Agent Cooper levelled a stare at him: "I'm with the FBI sir, that's all you need to know." He said, slipping behind the wheel of his government issue vehicle. The others barely had time to get in and close their doors before the car sped off.

"What the hell are you doing?" Shouted Quinn. "Let me out of here right now or you'll be sorry!"

Dexter just grinned. "Really my dear Quinn, I think you will be the one who is sorry. You see, I am not just an author, but also an evil, sociopathic, scientific genius. I have developed hallucinogenic inks that make the readers of my books fall asleep and have wild dreams that they think are real."

"I am confused," said Colin, and not for the first time in his life. "Why would you do such a thing?"

Dexter just laughed out loud. "I am an evil, sociopathic, scientific genius; I don't need a reason to do this! Just the fact that I have the ability is enough for this weak plot line! But I decided to study people's reactions to my stories, and that was when I stumbled across these two!"

Dexter pressed a button on the wall of his lab, and a section of the opposite wall started to move back. As Quinn and Colin looked into the newly opened section they were struck dumb with awe. In front of them were what appeared to be doubles of themselves, strapped into a pair of La-Z-Boys. However, this Quinn and Colin appeared to be unconscious.

Quinn was the first to react. "What have you done to them?"

"Simple," replied Dexter, "I found that they had dreams of something called 'sliding' so I kidnapped them and decided to try and get the secrets of travelling to other worlds for myself. However, they have so far resisted my attempts to gain this information; they are most stubborn. When I heard that two of their doubles had come into this dimension, I decided to kidnap you. I am sure that they will tell me all I need to know if they know that one of their doubles is in danger." Dexter grinned evilly at the two brothers

"I would never tell you the secret to sliding!" Spat Colin, I would rather die than let that information fall into the hands of an evil, sociopathic, scientific genius like you!"

Just then there was a bright blue light, which expanded and then coalesced in front of them. To Colin and Quinn it appeared to be very similar to one of their wormholes. When the light had faded they could see an attractive woman standing there. She was about 5' 6" tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. But what caught their attention most of all was the gun she held in her right hand.

"Who are you?" Spluttered Dexter, unsure what had just happened.

The woman looked at him and smiled; "The name's Agent Laura, I'm with the Probability Police."

"Who the hell are they?"

"We are an organisation that is dedicated to eradicating those who constantly defy the laws of probability. You," she said, as she pointed to Dexter, "have defied such protocols by not only producing such chemicals as could alter peoples' minds, and then finding out about sliding technology; but to actually find another pair of sliders who are doubles of the original two! Give me a break! This is no random act, you have bent the probability curve, and so you must pay the penalty."

Dexter started to look worried. "What are you going to do, put me in jail?"

Agent Laura smiled. The smile wasn't a very pleasant one. "Not exactly."

With that she raised the gun until it was level with Dexter's head, and fired one shot. The report from the shot sounded incredibly loud in the enclosed space, with both Quinn and Colin unable to protect their ears from the noise because they were still strapped in to the La-Z-Boys. Dexter was flung across the room like a rag doll from the force of the bullet. Laura slowly turned to face the brothers.

"What are you going to do with us?" Asked Quinn, somewhat nervously.

"Oh! Don't get me started on how often you two have screwed probability! Do you have any idea what the odds are of constantly running into your doubles in all the worlds you slide to? And wherever you go you always seem to get into some kind of trouble, what's wrong with you people? Why can't you just slide to a nice quiet world and stay there for a few years? Your files have all been flagged back at the office, but it seems that Bureau Director Peckinpah has other plans for you two."

Colin looked over to the other Quinn and Colin. "What will happen to our doubles?"

Agent Laura looked at them with clear disgust. "I HATE doubles! God, why is it that people always have to meet their doubles all the time? I've heard reports of three or four doubles all appearing at once! You better not let me catch that happening to you two!"

Quinn and Colin stayed very quiet.

"I shall take them back to their assigned dimension, from where they can slide out normally." Agent Laura stood by the two unconscious Mallorys, and pressed a device attached to her belt. The blue light started to appear again, flared brightly, and when it had faded she and the two brothers had gone, leaving Colin and Quinn still trapped in the La-Z-Boys.

"Quinn looked around the lab. "How are we going to get out of these now?"

Just then, the door to lab burst open, and FBI Agent Cooper came rushing in, pistol at the ready, followed by Maggie brandishing a shotgun. Remmy came close behind with what looked like a very sharp cooking implement.

"Wow," said Colin in astonishment, "what are the odds of that happening?"

Quinn quickly looked for the reappearance of the blue light, but when he saw none forthcoming her decided that Agent Laura had been telling the truth about their fate; and breathed a sigh of relief. "Just get us out of here will you?"

Agent Cooper went over to the body of Dexter, while Maggie and Remmy released Quinn and Colin. The FBI man looked around the scene, and turned towards the two of them. "What happened here?"

Quinn looked at his brother, and then spoke; "I don't know, we were both unconscious. We only just came round to see you guys bursting in."

Agent Cooper studied them for a moment, but decided not to press the matter further.

"What are you going to do about all this?" Asked Remmy.

"The same thing the FBI always does when it wants to destroy evidence." Replied Agent Cooper. "We'll set fire to the building and blame it on someone else!"

The four sliders thought that this was probably a good time to get away , and left Agent Cooper happily splashing petroleum around the lab.

As they made there way to check into another hotel, Maggie turned to Quinn: "So what really happened back there, you weren't really unconscious were you?"

Quinn smiled at her; "No, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you! Let's just hope that we don't run into any of our doubles in our next adventure."

"Amen to that!" said Colin (along with all the writers of the story game!)

And with that, BritSlider went home to pack :-)