TITLE: Take One, Take Two

AUTHOR: Mae

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DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere you like.  Just ask first.

SPOILER WARNING: Not really, I don’t think.

DISCLAIMER: They aren’t mine.  If they were, this sort of thing would have been a regular occurrence on the show.

RATING: PG-13 for implied sex. 

CLASSIFICATION: Humor

CONTENT/SUMMARY: The Misfits get a little distracted during a video shoot and Eric decides to use this to his advantage.

OTHER:  I meant for this to be a drabble, but Eric Raymond is just too much fun to write, so it turned into a proper short fic.  Criticism and flames welcomed. 

It was a day Eric knew he would never forget, no matter how hard he might try.  It was the day the Misfits actually did a second take for a video shoot.  Of course, leaving the video as it was would have been in bad taste, but the Misfits had never let that stop them before.  Besides, he had a dark suspicion that claiming that… footage for themselves had nothing to do with taste and everything to do with their desire to indulge their rather narcissistic brand of voyeurism. 

Eric found himself wishing that they hadn’t reshot the video.  He knew there were a lot of fans who’d pay good money to see Stormer pouncing on Roxy and fondling her in a pile of colorful balls, especially once Pizzazz joined in to make sure they didn’t forget that it was all about her.  It would certainly get them a lot of attention, which they craved constantly.

And hey, if Madonna could get away with charging fifty bucks a pop for self-indulgent porn, then surely self-absorbed Misfits porn could easily double that.  He’d try to explain that to them –though certainly not in those exact words— when they got back from wherever they’d disappeared to.  After the shoot, the three of them had scurried off, all with identical evil grins on their faces.  He hoped they weren’t in his office again.  The repairs from last time still weren’t entirely done.

Eric prepared himself for the worst as he walked out of the elevator and towards his office.  He boldly reached for the door handle, and then stopped as an animalistic shriek pierced both the air and his eardrums.  He sighed.  Well, what was another couple thousand dollars or so in repairs?  Maybe the repair crew would even give him a discount for being such a good customer.

He turned and walked back towards the elevator, with the intention of finding a nice bar to erase the mental images those spoiled little- er, enthusiastic young popstars had provided him with.  Hopefully, by the time he got back, the bad thoughts will have gone and the Misfits will have finished destroying his office yet again.  Then, perhaps, he could convince them to relinquish the footage.  He was fully prepared to do anything it took to get them to go along with his plans, even if it meant invoking Je— She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. 

Eric smiled in spite of the images that still danced merrily in his head.  He would see his plans through.  Oh, yes.