Hello! This is our first story, like ever, at least written together. We know it's not super long but we're going to blame it on just starting. Please, please, please read and review. We appreciate everything, terrible insults or Golden God praise. Thank you!

Kisses,

Telemancer

Disclaimer: We own the two main characters and some other ones, but all Skulduggery stuff is the Golden God's. Oh, and the Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter and Sherlock all go to their respected people.

"Oh my gods. This is so cool!"

"Cooler than 221B? Or Harry Potter Country?"

"Don't make me choose between our babies!" They are walking down the Skulduggery Pleasant area, where some buildings from the books were constructed to serve as a memorial and museum for the fantastically popular series.

"Ooh! There's the pier!"

"Caelan," The taller girl laughs as she says it, like Caelan is a joke.

"I would marry him, unlike Val. 'Cuz he's from Skuldugg."

"Yeah. But if he exists, then there's a good chance everyone else exists."

"I suppose. Then I would marry Skuldugg."

"Ery. Skuldugg-ery. And he's, like, over 400! Anyway, you belong with Gracious. You can nerd together."

"He's old too!" A group passed, decked in Skulduggery Pleasant and Lord of the Rings gear. The short girl with the snakeskin pants pokes her friend's Star Wars ™ rebel symbol shirt and points to them.

"They look so silly!" she giggles.

"You look sillier. Look at all that Harry Potter crap!" The girl adjusts her SWIM! headband and pokes the short girl back.

"Hey! It's cool! And expensive," she adds in an undertone.

"The guy dressed as Legolas does look stupid. Or Scapegrace, as you say."

"Did you know that Legolas had a sucky childhood?"

"What? Why?"

"He was Lego less. Get it? Legolas?"

"That's so cheesy."

"I know." But when the girls glance at each other, they laugh anyway. They finally get over their giggles as they approach a big mansion. They look at the plaque.

"Gordon's house!" they chorus.

"Let's go in!" the small one yells, throwing her arms up in victory.

"No, dip, Sherlock!"

"That's one of the greatest compliments ever. Being called Sherlock."

"I know. Call me Derek." They take the steps by two, and try to enter the door. But the two guards block the way.

"Sorry," the buff guy says, staring down at the young fangirls. "You're not allowed in."

"But we're VIPs!" The Star Wars ™ rebel symbol girl looks indignant. She pulls out a ticket. "Look, full ride! We're Very Important Pleasants™ . We paid for access to everything." The other guard, a young woman, looks bored.

"Ladies, I'm sorry. Gordon's mansion is… Under construction." The short girl stood up from where she was picking a piece of grass from the famous Gordon's mansion.

"Look, kids," She was younger than them, by decades, but made up for it in sass. "We came all the way from America! Super expensive! Once in a lifetime experience! I don't care if it's-" here she used exaggerated quotation marks "under construction. We came to see it and we are going to!"

The guards exchanged glances. They both looked nervous. The short girl was holding an Ollivander's designer wand to their throats. Everyone stared at it, and the owner sheepishly put it away. One of the guards spoke up.

"I am sorry. But the construction site is dangerous, I can't let you in." The wand girl opened her mouth, about to say something rude, by the look on her face. But the other girl elbowed her aside; she whispered, "Violence is not the answer, just yet." And cleared her throat, before turning to the guards.

"Surely the whole building can't be under construction. Couldn't we see the safe parts?" she said batting her eyelashes sweetly. The woman guard was clearly threatened.

"Um, well, yes. But, um, oh, no one else is inside. And we have to stay out here. So we can't let you in. Again, sorry."

"SORRY DOESN'T FREAKIN-" The wand was out again, waving around. The logical girl dragged her away, waving to the guards.

"-CAME HERE FROM IOWA, THE BOONIES! SPENT A FORTUNE ON THIS! NOT LEAVING WITHOUT-" her screech faded away and the guards exchanged another glance.

"We dodged a bullet there. Nice lie about the 'under construction' thing. I don't think we would have had such good luck otherwise. Bloody American fangirls™. "

"Yeah. Never underestimate a fangirl on a mission."