"Where are we?" Mark asked as he looked around him.

He'd never seen this place before. The walls were painted black with blue and hot pink swirls randomly placed. The floor was a black and white chessboard pattern, with fuzzy blue and green rugs thrown around. The ceiling was painted black and white zebra stripes. The walls to his left and right were filled with doors leading all the way down the hall. He turned to his two fellow muses and waited for an answer.

"Rizzy's mind," Dave answered shortly, "The part we've never been allowed into."

"It's kinda..."

"Weird?" Sean offered, smirking.

Mark nodded and looked at a door to his left. It was marked "Secret Meeting In Progress. Keep Out." He eyed it carefully then looked at Sean and Dave.

"Should we go in?"

"And have Rizzy kill us?" Sean asked, "You've got to be kidding me."

"Would she really know?" Dave asked.

"She knows everything," Sean told him. He laughed. "Remember thetime she cornered you after she found out you'd been running off to play with Paper's Shawn Michaels muse? I thought she was gonna fuckin kill you off in her next-"

"Shut up!" Dave barked. He looked at Mark. "Go on and open it. Wedidn't sneak in here for nothing right?"

Mark shrugged and turned the knob slowly. The door pushed in and the three muses looked in. In the middle of the room was a table with five chairs around it. Those chairs were filled with five muses they'd never seen before. The muse at the head of the table looked up at the sound of the door opening and glared at the three.

"What the hell is this? Didn't you see the sign on the door, man?" he complained, "It says `Secret meeting in progress, keep out'! Can you read or what?"

Sean and Dave looked at each other.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that Justin Timberlake?" Dave whispered.

"Or a very good facsimile of him," Sean whispered back.

"Hey, I think that's Rizzy's other muses," a muse with short blond hair, sitting next to Justin, said, "You know...the WRESTLING ones."

"Oooh," everyone else at the table said, eyes wide.

"Those are her babies," another one-this time with light brown hair and a pair of full luscious lips-said, "We better be nice to them."

"I thought WE were her babies," a skinny one with brown hair and a deep voice complained, "I mean, we were here before THEM!"

"Shut up, Dan," the last one with a blond-tipped afro whispered, hitting the skinny one, "They can kick your ass, man!"

"I think we've found hell," Dave groaned.

"Who are they?" Mark asked, eyes wide at all the pretty boys he saw sitting around the table.

"Who ARE we?" the blond asked. He looked around the table. "He wants to know who we are!"

The one at the head of the table cleared his throat as mummurs of surprise were heard around the table. He waited until everyone was quiet before turning to the three at the door.

"We," he said, "are Rizzy's original muses-the ones she had before she EVER got into wrestling fic last year." He grinned. "I'm Justin Timberlake, formerly of *NSYNC, now doing quite well on my own thankyouverymuch. I'm her first muse. She's been writing me in stories since she was fourteen years old."

"Which was only about five and a half years ago anyway," Sean snickered.

Justin glared at him.

"This," he said as he pointed to the blond on his left, "is her second muse, Nick Carter. You may remember him as the cute one in the Backstreet Boys." He turned to the skinny muse and the muse with the afro. "Those are Dan Miller and Trevor Penick formerly of O- Town...you know, the Making the Band guys. And that-" he turned to the last one. "That's Nick Lachey from 98 Degrees. But he's probably best known for marrying Jessica Simpson."

"I was a fool," Nick apologized, shrugging.

"I don't remember ever seeing you guys around before," Mark pointed out.

"Good observation...you're name's Mark right?" Nick C. asked. He grinned as Mark nodded. "Okay, see Mark it's like this-"

"I'M the leader!" Justin interrupted, "I'LL explain!" He glared as Nick stuck his tongue out at him. "Rizzy has never actually SHOWN anyone her stories with us except for her roommate and her best friend. She doesn't really make it public knowledge that she writes boy band fics."

"She still loves us, though," Nick C. added.

"Shut up, Carter! *I* do all the talking, remember?"

"*NSYNC sucks," Nick C. muttered as he slouched down in his seat.

"GOOD comeback," Trevor laughed.

"O-Town sucks more."

Dan and Trevor looked at each other.

"Dude, there's TWO of us here and only ONE of you," Trevor said, "Do you really wanna start something?"

"Fuck-" Nick C. started to say.

"Wait a minute!" Justin screeched and waved his hands, "Everyone shut up! We're supposed to be in the middle of a meeting, remember?"

"We are SO in hell right now," Dave groaned again, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Shoot me now," Sean added.

"They're kinda cute," Mark said, eyeing Nick Carter curiously.

Sean and Dave looked at each other then at Mark. Grabbing an arm each, they dragged him out of the room and back into the hall. The door closed behind them and Sean hit Mark's head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Don't get any ideas about those boys," Sean told him, "Rizzy writes them in PURELY Mary Sue's. They ain't never been slashed and never will knowing her."

"But she slashes us all the time," Mark pouted, rubbing his head.

Sean shrugged and looked curiously at Dave.

"He has a good point," Sean said, "She DOES slash us all the time, man...why is that?"

"How the fuck should I know?" Dave asked. He looked down the hall. "Let's try another door."

Mark grinned.

"Maybe there will be more cute boy band guys behind them."

"You really need to get laid," Dave told him. He sighed before opening another door. "And if there are more of those boys behind this one I think I'm gonna cry."

Sean and Mark snickered as they followed Dave into the room. Seeing Dave cry would definitely be something. They'd never seen him cry before.

"Oh fuck!" Dave yelled and shoved the other two out the door before following himself.

"What what?" Mark asked.

Dave shivered.

"It was Garrison Cade in there." He made a face. "And he was making out with Randy Orton."

"Ewwwww!" was Mark and Sean's response.

"I think Imma hurl," Dave muttered, holding his stomach.

Mark bit his lip.

"I thought Rizzy hated them," he said.

"She does," Sean answered, frowning, "But she has muses for them." He shook his head. "Though why the hell they were making out, I don't wanna know."

"Please let there be something better behind this door," Dave muttered as he stopped in front of another door. He took a deep breath before opening it. "I swear anything has to be better than Cade and Orton."

The three slowly walked into the room. The light was dim and they blinked, trying to get their eyes used to it. In one corner was an old overstuffed armchair and sitting on it were two small men. Mark scratched his head and stared at them.

"Ain't those the two guys who played the cute hobbits in Lord of the Rings?" he asked.

"Hey guys," one of them smiled as he looked up from kissing the other.

"When in the blue hell did Rizzy get hobbit muses?" Sean asked.

"Blame Tegan," the second one said, "By the way, I'm Dominic and that's Billy. Nice to meet you boys."

Sean shook his head and pulled Dave and Mark out of the room. He exhaled slowly and slid down against the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

"She's never written them, has she?" he asked.

"No," Dave told him as he took a seat as well, "Why?"

Sean leaned forward, his head in his hands.

"Cos I think I want her to," he answered, "They're cute little guys, ain't they?"

"I guess so," Dave said slowly. He looked curiously at his fellow muse. "You don't wanna be written in a story with them, do you?" He blinked as Sean didn't answer. "Sean? SEAN!"

"Oh, this is classic," Mark laughed, "Sean has a crush on the hobbits!"

"Fuck off, Jindrak," Sean replied, "You're the one who wants Nick fucking Carter of the Backstreet Boys!"

Mark shrugged.

"He's cute, man!" He grinned. "Plus, Rizzy told me he has his nipples pierced now!"

"Good lord," Dave muttered. He stood up. "Who's fucking idea was this to come here anyway?"

Mark and Sean looked at each other then at him.

"Yours," they answered.

"Don't remind me," Dave groaned. He sighed and ran a hand through his short hair. "So, where to next?"

Mark grinned.

"Back to the boy band guys?"

"You are NOT gonna try and get in Nick's pants!" Dave exclaimed, shaking his head.

Sean snickered as Mark stuck his tongue out at Dave.

"You're just jealous cos he was paying more attention to me than to you!"

"Oh good comeback," Dave taunted. He grinned. "This is why Rizzy doesn't write you as much as she does me."

"No it's not!" Mark pouted.

"It's because his dick is huge," Sean laughed, "She can't help but write Dave in stories. If she didn't his dick would protest."

"Fuck you O'Haire," Dave said, but he was grinning.

"Sorry but I'm a dom, man," Sean laughed. He stood up and walked over to another door. "Let's try this one."

Mark grinned as they walked in and spotted a huge feather bed with tall bedposts and lots of pillows and blankets laying on top. He jumped into the bed and winked at the other two.

"Guys, this is sooo my room!"

"OUCH!"

Mark jumped at the sound that had come from beneath him. He leapt out of the bed and pulled back the covers, revealing two bodies under them. Mark pulled one head, revealing that it was a very naked and tired-looking Charlie Haas. His eyes widened and he threw him on the floor before pulling the other body up.

"Jeff!" Sean exclaimed as the other body was revealed, "Is this where you've been hiding out?"

Jeff Hardy shrugged and blinked as he tried to get used to the light hitting his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess so," he yawned. He looked over at Mark, who was still holding tight to his arm. "Can you let go of me now?"

Mark backed away slowly, eyes confused.

"Why are Charlie and Jeff hiding in the darkest corner of Rizzy's mind?" he asked.

"Good question," Charlie said, rubbing his backside where it had hit the floor when Mark threw him, "And I'd be more than happy to answer that if I had an answer." He climbed back into the bed and pulled the covers over his body. "But I'm really tired right now..."

Jeff sighed.

"I'm here because after the real Jeff left wrestling, Rizzy found it harder and harder to write me in stories." He looked at Sean and Dave. "That and she was finding out she had more and more love for you two. Anyway, I came here in the back of her mind to hide so she wouldn't completely forget about me. Charlie..." he looked over at the man now sleeping in the bed. "Well, he's probably her newest muse. She just can't seem to write him yet I guess." He shrugged. "But she wants to, I'm sure."

Sean and Dave nodded at each other.

"Makes sense to me," Sean said. He hugged Jeff. "But Hardy, man, you gotta tell her to write you. I never did get to have my way with you yet!"

Jeff laughed and climbed back into the bed. He rolled his eyes as Charlie rolled over in his sleep and snuggled against his shoulder. "Well, you tell her," he said, "Cos, I ain't gonna piss her off. Now, if you'll excuse us..." He pulled the covers back over his and Charlie's heads and yawned. "It's night for us and we're tired.

G'night, boys!"

Dave scratched his head as they walked back into the hall. He stared at the door then at Mark and Sean. His eyes were tired as he tried to smile at them.

"Guys, I don't know about you but..."

"Time to go home," Sean finished, nodding.

Mark pouted.

"But, I didn't get to see that Nick guy again!" he complained.

"Shove it!" Dave growled, "We're getting outta here!" He looked around. "This is a scary place."

Sean laughed.

"Boy bands, hobbits, and Hardy oh my!" he sang.

"You are such a fuckin idiot," Dave laughed as the three slowly made their way back up the hall and toward their home.