"Alone at last," Mimi sang, wrapping her arms around Roger.

"Finally," he agreed. "I thought Mark would NEVER leave."

"Well, it took a little convincing to get him to go to that film festival- but it worked, didn't it?"

"Yup!"

They leaned forward, kissing each other passionately on the lips, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Mark, open up," a strangely familiar called.

Mimi sighed. "I guess it was too good to be true." She got up and walked over to the door and opened it to reveal- herself.

"HEY!" exclaimed the other Mimi. "What are you doing in our apartment? And why do you look like me?"

"I should ask the same of you," Mimi replied, as Roger walked over beside her, his mouth open in shock.

"What's going on?" he asked Mimi.

"I don't know," both Mimi's said at the same time.

The other Mimi stepped away, revealing another Roger.

"There's one of me too!?" Roger exclaimed.

The other Roger shrugged.

Mimi frowned. "So there's two of me . . . and there's two of you?" she asked, looking at Roger.

"It looks like it," he said, frowning. "Hey wait- that Mimi's pregnant!"

It was true. The Mimi that stood in the doorway's stomach bulged proudly.

"We just got back from Hawaii," the other Roger announced, proudly. "We just had our honeymoon there. We're married!"

"Hmm. Honey, why aren't WE married?" Mimi asked HER Roger, frowning.

"All in due time, baby," he promised her.

"Hey- what's this?" the other Mimi asked, ripping a note from the door.

"That wasn't there before," the other Roger said, confused.

"What does it say?" the OTHER OTHER Roger asked.

"Dear Mimi, Roger, Mimi, and Roger," the other Mimi read, "We've both been working on our stories about you guys for quite a while- and we decided that it's about time that you guys should meet. Don't try to leave- remember, we're the AUTHORS, here. We've got the door locked."

Jiggling the door nervously, the other Roger realized that they WERE all locked in together.

"You've each been equipped with the following: Saltine Crackers, Olives, Dried Rice, and Glow-in-the-Dark condoms. You'll know what to do. Have fun together- we know you four will get along great! Just remember who's Roger is which, Mimi's- otherwise could get nasty. Don't hate us too much- remember, we own We can do whatever the hell we please. We'll check in later! Love, Jan and Mari (a.k.a DirtyFlower and Em0xstatic).

Em0's Mimi crumpled up the note in disgust and threw it onto the floor. "The nerve of them," she exclaimed.

The other three shook their heads in disapproval of their authors.

"Well, there's nothing else to do but just deal with it until they decide to show us some mercy," DirtyFlower's Roger sighed. The others agreed.

And then the real fun began.

a/n: (DirtyFlower): I TOLD you me and Mari were gonna do a fanfic together! We're gonna take turns posting chapters, obviously I did this first one, and Mari's gonna do the next one. Have fun, and remember- this could get very, very, nasty. (