DISCLAIMER I don't know who created the Subreality Cafe or the Bouncer, I just know that I didn't, and I haven't asked for permission to use them. Kevin and Lizzie and Kert belong to me, and Siku belongs to Darqstar. I am using her with permission. And the e-mail's belong to all the people who sent them to me, so some I have their names on.

Note: In the contents of this story is my decision on making the stories with Kevin into a series. And if anyone calls me Jessie Lee, I'll have to kill you.

But Kevin didn't want to be a series. He was happy being in two stories (well three now), and he didn't want to be in others. And the reason for this?

He was scared that after a few more stories people would stop liking him, and would go back to read other stuff and forget about him. But if he wasn't a series, people would remember him because of how good the two stories were written.

He banged his head on the table again. He needed someone to talk to.

"Hey kid, don't do that! You'll damage something."

He looked up. There was a girl standing in front of him, a glass of ice tea in her hands. He noticed her hair and realized who she was. "Hi Lizzie." He mumbled.

She sat down across from him. "Guess we're brother and sister now huh? Do you think Raven will mix our series together sometime?"

"I don't want to be a series." He mumbled.

"Why not? It's pretty cool, I mean Raven is always thinking about me and the others at CMS and everything she does is a possible story. It's pretty cool. And maybe you'll have one of those series where other people write stories too."

"I don't want to be a series!" He yelled at her.

Lizzie looked at him startled. She had read Raven's A Very Special Gift and The Gift That Keeps On Giving, and this boy didn't seem anything at all like the Kevin in those stories. "I don't really think you have much of a choice. I mean, Raven is your writer. Wait here, I want you to meet someone." She stood and was gone for a minute, then came back with a prity blue girl. "Siku, this is Kevin, Kevin, Siku."

"Hello Kevin."

"Hi."

"Siku belongs to Darqstar. Or Darqstar belongs to her... anyway, Siku is an ongoing series about growing up with the X-Men."

"I know. I don't want to be like her though."

Siku (Who had no idea why she was in this story) looked at him puzzled. "You don't want to be like me? What do you mean?"

"I don't want to seem like some copy cat of Darqstar's work, that's what I mean. I just want to go on and kind of fade from everyone's mind."

Lizzie sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. But she had an idea. Leaving Siku and Kevin alone, she walked over to where Raven's other characters were sitting separated from the rest of the fan-fics. She was happy to see that her mother, very alive and happy, was talking calmly with Brian, also alive and happy. Kert, Harvey, Timofee and the rest of the CMS group was there, as well as Raven's versions of Gambit and Forge, and Slim Cyke, Gina Gondola, and Doc from Bad Fan-Fiction, and a few shades of people that Raven had only thought about, but hadn't gotten around to writing yet.

"We've got a problem. Kevin over there doesn't want to be a series." She said straddling a chair backward.

"No," Slim said. "We've got an even bigger problem then that."

"Yeah, we're out o' cigs." Doc said. Slim and Gina nodded their heads.

"Don't you know that cigarettes kill? And they're not part of The Plan!" Quinn and Kristan, the fateful Mormons, said together.

"I don't care. I want more c-"

"I wish you'd zip it." Harvey said, and a zipper appeared over Doc's snout.

"Thanks, Harv." Lizzie said, picking the baby alligator up off the table and pushing it across the floor. "Look," she pointed to where Siku was trying, unsuccessfully, to get Kevin to stop pounding his head on the table. "He's not a happy kid. He's decided he doesn't want to be a series."

"So? That means Raven will have more time to write about us." Jack said as if that settled the conversation. Deven hit him over the back of the head.

"True, but what about the people who really liked the stories with Kevin in them? I mean, what if there are people out there who really liked them and are looking forward to him being in a series? Besides, Raven's not going to stop writing about us. We've been in her mind long before she'd ever started writing us."

"How do you know that?"

She shrugged. "Don't know, I just do! Now come on, I've got an idea. Harvey I need you to..." They all leaned in close and she whispered what she wanted to do.

"But Lizzie," Erika said a moment later. "If we get caught, we'll be bread."

They all looked at her. "Bread?" Raven's Gambit asked.

Harvey put his arm around her. "She's from the fifteenth century, she means toast."

"Shhhh! Not so loud!" Someone hissed in her ear.

"Kert what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in New Orleans." She said, standing up and brushing her jeans off. "And where is 'here' any way?"

"You're outside of the Subreality Cafe." Kert said smiling. "And I'm not the real Kert. I'm the fan-fic Kert. And you're Jessie Lee. My writer."

She ran her hand though her hair, pushing her too long brown bangs out of her face. "Either I fell asleep at the keyboard again, or I need to find a new Cajun restaurant to eat at. The last time I ate there I wrote Bad Fan-Fiction." She sighed irritably.

"Neither. Lizzie got Harvey to wish you here. Now come on, Jess, we've got someone you need to talk to." Raven dug her feet into the ground as Kerie Leet started to pull her toward the Cafe. "What now?" He asked letting go of her arm.

She punched him. "That's for calling me 'Jessie Lee'! The name's Jessica Lee Raven Adams, but not even my parents call me 'Jessie Lee' anymore. Either it's 'Raven' or 'Rave', but not 'Jessie Lee'." She glared at him. She figured she had fallen asleep, but while she was dreaming, she might as well get some things straight.

"Sorry." He coughed out. "Man, you punch as hard as Lizzie."

"What am I doing here?"

"Kevin. You need to talk to him. He's in there." He said pointing to the Cafe.

"But I thought writers weren't supposed to go in there."

"Yeah, but that was before you created CMS. Lizzie's charming the pants (not literally this story's G rated) off of the Bouncer so I can sneak you in. Even in our spare time between stories we're spies."

"Ookaaay. This is only the second weirdest dream I've ever had, but what the heck, I'll go with it. Lead on... I think."

He walked her up to the door of the Subreality Cafe and poked his head in. Lizzie was using her charming ability on the Bouncer, drawing his attention to her and away from the door. She motioned with her eyes that they should go, and Kert pulled Raven in behind him.

"Don't talk too loud. If anyone recognizes you, we're both in trouble."

"Then why are you helping me get in here?"

Kert smiled. "For one, I like Kevin, and he needs someone's help. We thought you could talk to him. And two, because I know what you've got planned for Lizzie and me." He whispered something in her ear.

Raven's eyes got big, "How do you know that?" she hissed "Only the real Kert knows - oh that big mouth!"

Kert grinned at her. "He's a pretty nice guy. Reminds me of me."

"Jerk, I'm gona ring his neck." (She would too.)

"Aw don't do that. If you do, then you won't have a model for me. Oh, here you are." Kert smiled as Lizzie came up behind them.

"Um, hi?" Raven said as Lizzie grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Kert, it was kind of strange seeing people that had run around in her mind for so long, right in front of her.

"Come on." Was all Lizzie said. "Kevin's sitting right at that table over there with Siku."

"That's Siku? She's taller then I thought."

"You really do need to go talk to Kevin. I'll keep the other fan-fics away. Oh, and here." Lizzie pulled a wad of papers from out of her pocket and handed them to her writer.

"Hey!" Raven yelled looking at them "These are my e-mails!"

"I know. Hi Kevin, here's someone who wants to talk to you. Um, come on Siku, let's leave them alone."

"But what am I supposed to talk about?"

Lizzie whispered something, and then Raven started to understand. Her subconscious created this dream (if this was a dream) as a way for her to make up her mind about making the stories with Kevin into a series or not. She could go with that.

"But who is that?" Siku asked as Lizzie pulled her away.

Raven sat down in front of Kevin. There was a glass of ice tea on the table, Raven looked at it longingly, then wrinkled up her little Mormon nose and put the glass on another table. She adjusted her glasses on her nose and sat the papers in front of Kevin. "I hear that you don't want to be a series. Mind if I ask why?"

"Hey you're-"

She put her hand over his mouth. "I know who I am. And ~you~ know who I am. You don't have to broadcast it. Trust me kid, you don't want to mess with me right now. I can be worse then some people from the Bronx." She pulled her hand away from his mouth and ran it through her hair, pushing her bangs from her face.

"You're not what I thought you'd be like."

"Nope. I'm dreaming me a little bit bossier. Usually with me, you'd be getting your way about not having your own series, I'm a real big pushover, but not this time.

"Look, I know why you don't want to be a series. It's because you think people will think you're trying to copy Siku. You think that people will stop reading about you. That you'll just drift away like the leaves in the fall. I know. I feel the same way.

"I feel that with as good as the first two stories where, all the other stories won't be as good. But you know, all that's a risk I'm willing to take. Look at these." She pushed the papers over to him. "Read them. Top one first, that's my favorite."

Kevin frowned, but he did what she asked. "'I love this story and the first one in the set. I was reading this story to my little sister and when I got to the part where Remy and Rogue adopt Kevin she started crying. I had read the story earlier, so I knew he didn't die, but she was ready to flame you. Instead she just kinda sat there and stuttered "h.. he.. he's not d-dead?" Then she started dancing around the room laughing... Kriz and Jenni.' They really like it that much?"

"That's what they said. Only thing is, I couldn't e-mail them back for some reason. Keep reading."

"I don't-"

"Fine give them to me! I'll read the shortened version. 'PLEASE do keep on writing! 'Specially with this chain of stories. SassyKat.' 'You evil person you! Making me think the last scene was a funeral, shame on you! Margaret' I have to admit, making the end of the story seem like your funeral was a good touch."

"Not on my end."

"Here's five 'Please make it into a series' and here's one 'I think if you make it into a series it'll be like the Batman movies.' I'm not reading the name on that one. But I also got a 'I seriously doubt anyone in FanFictdom could possibly destroy anything as badly as the Batman movies did.' and a 'You might consider using Darqstar's X-S series as a pattern.' Both of those are from Todd. And, well you read this one." She handed him the paper.

"Hey! This one says 'I did not LIKE these stories'!"

"Yeah that one came from David Amaya. I think he needs more help then I do. Keep reading, there's about two pages worth of him pressing the 'return' key."

Kevin turned the page over. "'I LOVED THEM!!!'" He flipped though the pages reading them, There were at least fifty e-mails from people who had seen that story on Darqstar's page and UntoldL.

"People like you. They want you to be a series. They want to read more about you. I want to keep you as a series. So do a lot of people. But I guess I'm kind of scared about some stuff too. I don't want it to seem like I'm copying Darqstar, and I don't know if all the stories I'm going to write will be as good as the other two, and I don't want to lose touch with writing my other series. But I'm willing to try it. And you're going to have to live with it."

Raven sat back in her chair quite pleased with herself (Even though this current story sucks big time). Kevin looked at her, "All these people really want me to be in more stories?"

"I didn't write all those e-mails myself."

He just looked at her for a moment then smiled. "Cool."

A cheer went up in the cafe, and they both realized that all the fan-fics had been listening. Raven's CMS came up and welcomed Kevin to the "family" and Raven made a promise to Siku that she wouldn't write Kevin like he was in the X-S series.

The Bouncer came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Writers are not allowed here. But-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm leaving. I need to get back into the real world anyway. Hey Kev, it's been fun."

"Yeah. Just one thing before you go?"

"What?"

He held up his ragged teddy, stuffing was popping from one of it's seams, he'd have to get the fixed. "Why do I carry this thing around with me?'

She smiled. "My grandmother gave me one when I was born. By the time I lost it last year, that's what it looked like. Since I can't find it now, I thought I'd give it to you."

"Oh."

"Come on let's go." The Bouncer said pushing her forward.

He pushed her outside of the doors to the Subreality Cafe, and she fell on her butt. She turned around and stuck her tongue out at him.

A few seconds later, he was back tossing out all of CMS.

"I can't belive we were thrown out of the Subreality Cafe!" Timofee said shifting his solid black eyes to Lizzie.

Kert sighed. "You know what this means don't you?" He asked Lizzie.

She grined. "Yeah, now we get to sneak back in."

Okay, so it's going to be a series, and it's going to be called "Marpiya Wakankdi na Kimimi", which is Sioux for "Mysteries of Heaven is Joy."