Disclaimer: Although what you are about to read is a work of fiction, it should none the less be played at maximum volume. In other words - yes, they're real, no, none of this has happened and we don't really know how they all swing. We're just making with the funny, so don't sue. Ta.

Thanks: To Miss Mary, the other half of the brain, for writing it in the first place, indulging me when I asked for more and for generally being an fabulous, fabulous person. And to Heather, beta-bunny extraordinaire, who chased down the odd tenses and grammar mistakes that two people writing one fic bring.

Mary wants to thank the academy, and God, and the fans, because she's incapable of thinking up original jokes. No, really, she wants to thank Meg, for... heck, everything! Meg deserves all the praise. Love her. And Heather for fixing up our many, many mistakes.

Notes: Oh, Jesus. Where do we start? The whole thing started when Mary posted the first couple lines to her livejournal as a random scene she'd love to see. I read that entry and snerked coffee down my pjs before begging her to write more in a entry on my livejournal. She did. I wrote some, she wrote more and we spent the next couple hours writing snippets in the comments section of my LJ. Needless to say, I didn't get a whole lot of college work done that day, in fact I spent more of it alt-tabbing between LJ and my computer work than doing my computer work. One thing lead to another and we spent the next week or so co-writing it via AIM and LJ. By the end of it of it all a couple things had happened. 1) we were the proud parents of a beautiful, glittery crackbaby weighing in at 45.kb in a txt file (That's over 7000 words. Aieee!) and 2) We were sharing a brain, a nom de plume and an archive.

The title btw, is a photography reference. We thought it was fitting.