“You’re teasing her, you’re such a fucking tease, Jesus, Sam,” laughed Julie, sitting on the table next to the couch. 

            “Dana…,” muttered Alice, waking from her shock induced slumber.  Sitting up, seeing Sam.  “I thought I saw…,” began Alice, looking over and seeing Julie.  “OH MY GOD, you came back!” yelled Alice, launching herself into Julie’s arms, knocking her backwards and onto her back.

            “OMPH!” yelped Julie, all the breath knocked out of her, trying to wrestle Alice off her, “I’m not her!  I might look like her, but I have better hair, and I most certainly don’t play tennis, I’m the anti Dana Fairbanks!” yelled Julie, attempting to untangle herself from Alice’s clutches.

            After a moment, Alice arched up on both arms, in a push up over Julie, “You’re not Dana.  You don’t sound like Dana.  You sound like a machine gun auctioneer.”

            Sam was on the couch, laughing heartily.  Thinking seeing Julie falling back heels over head was hilarious.   Grabbing her stomach, feeling fresh blood trickling passed the packing in her nose, “I’m dying,” laughed Sam.

            “Get off me, for the love of all that is holy in the world, get off…,” struggled Julie, finally wiggling out from under Alice.

            Alice felt like an idiot, finally getting up and offering a hand to the Dana-look-alike.  Julie looked up with some reservation.  “Oh I won’t bite!  Dana didn’t like the biting thing either, but Uta, well that was a whole other story.”

            “Uta?” asked Julie, extending a hand and getting some help from Alice, who was blushing to the roots of her blonde hair. 

            “She was a vampire…,” said Alice matter-a-factly.

            “Did she know Jo Wheaton?” asked Julie seriously.  Alice shook her head, not knowing. 

            “Sam, you’re bleeding…,” said Alice with concern, moving over to where Sam was sitting.

            “Yeah, I’m not much of a blood clotter is seems.  I’ll be ok, I’ll just put some ice on it…,” said Sam with confidence. 

            “Let’s get you to the hospital, you look kind of pale, Sami,” said Julie, looking at Alice, who was still staring at her hard.  “Cut that out!” blared Julie.

            “Sorry…,” said Alice sheepishly.

            “I’m good, seriously…,” said Sam, watching as Alice kept sneaking side glances at Julie. 

            “Seriously?  Seriously?” mimicked Julie.  “You’re far from fine, let’s go find you a doctor McDreamy, ok?  I’ll feel better, you klutz.  We are taking you to the hospital, no arguing with me, understand?  You are so fucking clumsy.”

            “I didn’t step into her fist, you know?  She out right belted me, she was aiming for Shane, not for me, though” muttered Sam.

            “WAIT!” yelled Alice, hands up in the air.  “Who belted you?  Who wanted to hit Shane?”

            “Carmen.”

            Alice was silent for a moment, “You should have let Carmen hit her, she deserves it, leaving that gorgeous woman at the alter…  ok, that’s it!  Hospital, chop, chop!”

            Sam grunted, not wanting to go, but seeing that she was outnumbered two to one.  Getting up from the couch, touching her lip and feeling the wetness of blood there again.  Thinking they were going to have to burn the bleed, sighing and putting her wrists in front of her, as if waiting for the hand cuffs.  Her head down, hair falling into her face and she heard the tell tale clicks of cuffs.  Looking up alarmed. 

            “What did you do that for?” she asked Alice who was grinning rather brightly, Julie was trying to hide her smile.

            “Well, they were there.. I mean…,” giggled Alice.  Julie was giggling, licking her lips and crossing her arms over her chest.

            “Alice…,” began Sam, swallowing slowly, thinking of what she wanted to say.

            “Yes?”

            “Those aren’t my handcuffs, I don’t have the KEYS!!!” yelled Sam in desperation, which just sent Julie and Alice into another fit of laughter.