Well i finally decided to post this fic here! Initially i was just gonna post it in tumblr (and its there!), but i thought it would look nice here.

The idea behind this is that Jackie didn't get enough screentime, so i wanted to show what happened after Marco left, and give her some adventures! And Tomckie is my OTP so i also imagined how they would meet.

Anyway, not gonna make it any longer. You guys can follow me in Tumblr (same name, WOLFINSHIPCLOTHING). And please keep in mind that his was wrote in spanish AND THEN translated to English.

(also Tom will appear soon. But for now: Jackie!)

For as long as Jackie can remember, she has always loved to skate. It has everything to do with the risk, the adrenaline, the sense of self-improvement… But more than anything, she loves to skate because, when she is on a board, she didn't need to think, just act. Just be.

And that's exactly what she is about to do, and is why she is on top on a ramp, in the middle of Echo Creek Skatepark. Why the mayor decided to spend money on this was something beyond her, but hey, never look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

Under her, a bunch of teens have gathered around, either to watch what she was doing, to wait for their turn, or simply to record in their phones anything remotely interesting. They are about to lose their minds.

She took a deep breath, seized her skate, and let the gravity do the work. She slided from one end of the ramp to the other, increasing her speed at every turn. When she was fast enough, she let herself go off the ramp, jumping into the air. For a brief moment she let herself be, controlled only by the gravity.
And that's when an image of Marco´s smiling face appeared in her mind long enough to distract her. She tried making a turnaround at the wrong moment, and her skate went to the right and she went down. To be more specific, to the hard wood ramp. Acting on instinct alone, Jackie bends her knees slide down the ramp to safety without breaking any bone. She did got rasped knees, though.

The crowd began to gossip and laugh, like they were an old ladies gang who have nothing better to do than laugh at others folks missteps. But Jackie wasn't in the mood even to feel bad. She got up, feeling her body heavy as steel. Her skate felt right next to the ramp but looked intact. She steps aside from everyone and let herself fall on a far away bench.

How can this be? She thought. It's been over a month since Marco left for good, and she couldn't get him out of her head. She looked at the blue sky, not a single cloud in it. It's the only sky she knows, the Earth's sky... But the same can't be said for Marco, who was now living full time on Mewni.

How is life on Mewni? What is he even doing there?

Jackie has never been there, but judging from what little Marco told her she could imagine it: fighting monsters, life or death risk, magic, action, adventure... and Star. The Earth was no rival to that. Jackie was no rival. The more exciting thing in her life was the skate, and now she couldn't even do that!

After a while she realized that, if she was not going to skate, then she should go home. At least there she could vegetate a few hours on the couch and watch horror movies. That will help her stop thinking. Or well, it will make her stop thinking about Marco and it will make her think about ghost invading her house a la Paranormal Activity. Still, it would be progress.

She stands up, ready to leave, when someone stopped her.

"Hey, you okay?" said the guy. He had a real punk look, with the big mohawk and the leather jacket. Of course that was like describing a tree in the woods; a lot of kids in the park had the same look.

"Yeah, I am good," said Jackie, "It's just pain. Could have been worse."

"No kidding. I once got a dislocated shoulder in a crash just like that one," he put a hand on his own shoulder, as if recalling the pain. "Guess I was distracted that day"

"I can relate."

She turns around, considering the chat over, but Punk Guy pressed on.

"I'm Ed, by the way," he said and sat on the bench, as a sort of invitation, "And before you ask, it's not short for Edward or Edmund or anything like that… It's for Edgar, you know, like the poet.

A small giggle escaped Jackie.

Ed looked down, "Its okay, everybody laughs"

"Hey, at least you are not the girl without last name," she pointed at herself: "Jackie Lynn Thomas."

She resumed her place on the bench. After chatting for a while, Ed turned out to be funny and smart. He was kind of like a stray cat you take home with you, and he had a feline smile to complete the look. The difference was he didn't have fleas. Well, probably. Jackie found she was having a good time, even if it was unexpected. Sure, Ed was nice and he obviously liked her, but the last thing in her head right now was to get a date. That's why she surprised herself when Ed invited her to a party and she said 'yes'.

"Awesome!" shouted Ed, showing a contagious smile. "It's gonna be great. I'll be in the old abandoned mansion, one block to the river. Do you know it?

Jackie tapped her head, trying to make memory. "Oh yeah! I think i passed the place a few times. Very big, super old, about to fall down?"

"That's the one! But hey, don't worry, it-it's perfectly safe. Checked the place myself. And if it turns out it's actually haunted, we'll just play Ouija and exorcise those ghost, no big deal!"

"I didn't say anything about it being 'haunted'."

"Oh... Well it's not."

Jackie laughed. This guy was a dork, big time. "You know, you don't look like the type to like haunted places or paranormal or anything."

"You know, some of us are not what we look like, Jackie," Ed said, in a tone that was supposed to be ominous, but just sounded silly. Jackie's laugh was louder this time. Yeah, he is definitely a dork. It kind of reminded her of… Well, it doesn't matter. He is not around anymore.

She got up on her skateboard and put her helmet on. "We'll see. Maybe I'll surprise you too."

With that said, she leaves the place and heads home, already making plans in her head for the night. Suddenly, she felt lighter she has felt in a long time.

"You got your phone?"

"Yep."

"Keys?"

"Yep"

"Money? Jacket? Police club?"

Jackie signed and put down the hairbrush. She wasn't going to untangle her hair anyway.

"Daddy, I really don't think I'll need the club. It's just a party," her father's face was an iron curtain. "Also, i don't think it would fit in my purse."

Mr. Thomas's played with the weapon in his hands, and his expression softened. "It is a little big, right?" he said.

"Absolutely." Jackie thanked God that her dad had dropped the subject that easily.

"But you have the pepper spray, right?" he said, and Jackie facepalmed herself. "Sorry, sorry. It's just... I worry about you, alright? I am your dad. If i don't keep you safe, who would?"

"I know dad. But I can take care of myself," she said, and then added bitterly: "Remember, I am fifteen!

Her dad stares at her. "Yeah, my point exactly."

Jackie shook her head and smiled. She walked right into that one.

She puts a soothing hand on her dad's arm. "I promise, anything happens and I'll call you, ok?" she said, "And if any guy tries to be to fresh, I'll just break my board on his head"

Mr. Thomas's nasal laugh lightened the mood.

"Please don't do that, your uncle would kill me if I ask for a new board," pleaded Mr. Thomas. "You know he still has to pay for them even if he works at the factory, right?"

"I'll talk to him, then. He can't say no to me."

"True. Must be those big blue eyes of yours."

Jackie looked at herself in her room's mirror, and she liked what she was looking at. Blue dress, shorts, and a black jacket with a purse of the same color. Yeah, she was more than ready.

From the mirror he saw her dad looking at her with a known expression. "You look beautiful," he said as he puts a hand on his mouth. Jackie could see the moist forming in his eyes.

"Dad, please," she said, a little embarrassed and more than a little emotional too.

"I know, I know, i am not gonna get emotional over this" his hand took a course around his face. "We can go if you are ready."

Jackie nodded, and grabbed her helmet and her skate. Mr. Thomas grabbed his car keys and they both headed into the night.

Her dad's old blue bug was small and broke down easily, but it has always taken them where they needed to go. Plus, his dad would rather sell his blood than sell his car.

The trip was short, and they spend it chatting and laughing. Jackie couldn't complain: for what she had hear, most kids her age don't get along with their parents, and the rest of them had parents that don't get along with them –big difference. Suddenly, she felt really guilt for not accepting her dad's offer of going on a small vacation. Instead, she spent all summer doing the exact same stuff than always, except with the phone in her hand, in case Marco decided to text her from Mewni.

But he didn't.

To hell with him, thought Jackie. Today is a new day... New night?… Whatever.

Eventually the music outside was louder than the music of the radio, and they knew they found the place. The house was very old, probably as old as the town, all rotten wood and big windows and built to be the home of fifteen or more people, just the one that Jackie remembered. And yet, the bright lights of thousand colors, the deafening music, and the groups of teen laughing, dancing, and drinking what was surely not apple cider, it all disguised the house as new, and whoever didn't knew the place could think it was a fancy goth dance club.

"See? It's just a bunch of teens goofing around, no big deal," said Jackie when her dad stopped the car, "worst we will do is to exorcise some ghosts if they try to spock us."

Her dad stared at her wide eyed, and Jackie could have sworn he turned a bit pale.

"I'm just kidding!"

A long buff escaped Mr. Thomas as he unclenched the steering wheel. He takes a look around, the house, the neighborhood... He was like a hound looking for criminals and evildoers. Jackie didn't know why her dad never took the final exam to be a cop, but she always assumed he was just happier as a security guard.

"Hey, you now is there is any other kid of your class coming here?" he asked.

Jackie couldn't see any kid from her class, or even from her school. But there were only two schools in Echo Creek, so it wasn't far-fetched to think she would see familiar faces.

"No idea. I guess I'll know it when get in."

Mr. Thomas relaxed and turns around to look at Jackie with the same look he had at the house, that happy and heartbroken face.

"Alright, before you go in, one last thing," he searches the pocket of his jacket and puts out a small object, "I want you to have this. It's my personal bodyguard".

He dropped the object in her daughter's hand. Jackie stared at the small red rectangle, completely incredulous.

"A Swiss army knife?"

"What? No, no, just a regular pocket knife. The Swiss army ones are hella expensive, and daddy is not made of money, sweetie," he said with a small smile that quickly turned sad, "I had this one for years and... I want to pass it to you".

Jackie played with the thing. It was rather small and lightweight, with different layers for each tool. "Is this for real?"

"Yeah, try it on! It has a screwdriver, a nail cutter, a pair of scissors which are rather useless-"

Jackie pulled out one layer, and a steel knife appeared before her.

"And a knife."

"Are you serious?" said Jackie, a bit too loud. She pulls the knife down and speaks in a calmer voice. "Dad, you know there are kids my age whose parents don't let them use kitchen knives?"

Mr. Thomas shrugged. "Well I don't know what the kids your age does with knives. They may juggle with them for all I care," Jackie didn't know if he was being serious or not. "But I know I trust you, so please keep it. You probably won't have to use it, but who knows! It might come in handy..."

Jackie snorted. "Yeah right. If an evil screw or a giant toenail tries to come at me, I'll show them right!" she wielded the multi-tool as if it were a mighty sword.

Her father pulled her for a strong hug, rustling her head in the process.

"That's more like it! Now get out of here and have fun you insolent child!"

Jackie got free of the grip. "I will try. Thanks for messing my hair!"

She kissed his dad in the cheek and left the vehicle. She waited until the car turned around the corner to take a look at the pocket knife. Seriously, that man needed to chill and get real. Or get less real. In any case, she puts the multi-tool in her short's pocket and forgets about it. She sends a text to Ed asking where he was, and when he didn't answer, she decided to join the other guests.

It was a good party, objectively speaking. People were definitely having a good time, and there were not as many adults as she thought there would be. Most of the guests were teens, and she was surprised to see most of them were what most people would call 'good-for-nothing': punks and goths arguing whose music was better, skaters doing kick flips, graffiti artists painting the walls, half naked fully tattooed guys showing his inks to whoever was interested, lazy hippies playing the guitar while looking super bored, and others that felt into multiple categories. Out of them all, Jackie was probably the most 'normal looking', and even she had fourteen piercings' counting both of her ears.

She followed the music to where it was coming from, the backyard. She opened her eyes wide when she saw that skater paradise: benches, ramps and other obstacles lined the long backyard. That's where Jackie found the Skatepark guys, enjoying the skate course or dancing to the techno music coming from the two huge amps.

Since Ed hasn't answered yet, Jackie decided to spend the time there. She took some leaps with her skate around the course; she even aced the jump on the ramp that she tried to do that same morning, and that got here some claps from the crowd. She took it as a good chance to socialize with the other skaters, saying 'hi' to whoever wanted to make talk. Except from some small chat here and there, she never really had much contact with the other skaters, so she had some trouble associating the faces with a name, but she still enjoyed the company.

After a while, and even thought it was a fresh night, the heat started to take a toll in Jackie, so she went to the drinks tables. There were many bottles of beer and other alcoholic drinks, next to some cups with dubious, bubbling liquids. A bunch of kids were drinking something from a bowl, so she took the risk and poured herself some in a cup, hoping it to be punch. It wasn't. In fact, it was barely edible. It was as if someone had mixed silver polish with apple cider, and then took out the apples and added rat poison. Jackie coughed out the liquid back into her cup, and then throws it all in the nearest tree. She waited to see if it withered and died, but sadly, nothing happened.

"It sucks, right?" said the girl standing next to her, before emptying her cup in a single drink.

Jackie waited to see if she withered and died. Again, nothing happened.

She took a good look at the girl, who must have been a few years older than Jackie; she had a huge blue Mohawk and was dressed in a leather jacket that looked like it took a trip to the paper shredder, but was put together by thousands of colorful patches. It was like looking at a walking neon sign, but prettier.

Jackie realized she knew this girl… What was her name, again?

Was it… Joanne? Matilda?, she thought, trying to pick a name that matched that face. Jenny? Erika? Emily… Samantha? SAM! That's the one!

Then she realized it was not Sam either, so she gave up.

"It's not that bad," Jackie lied while looking at her now empty cup. The smell coming from it was sickening. "A bit of sugar would improve it."

Not-Sam gave her a quizzical look, followed by a long groan. "No girl, I mean this," she made a wide hand motion, signaling everything around, "this lame, fake, childish party. It sucks."

Jackie took a look around, trying to see what made the girl so grumpy.

"What are you talking about? It's great! The ramp is awesome. Definitely the wildest party I have been to. But not the best one, that's for sure."

Not-Sam checked her up and down. "No offense, but you don't look like you have been too many parties. Aren't you past your bedtime?"

Jackie looked down, trying to ignore how self conscious that comment made her feel. Accidentally, her eyes felt on the giant pineapple patch on Not-Sam's chest.

"Aren't you?" Jackie retorted, a bit more salty than what she wanted. She didn't want to pick a fight with this girl, especially because she looked like an extra in a Mad Max movie, pineapple patch or not.

Not-Sam didn't notice any challenge in Jackie's tone, or she simply didn't cared. "Whatever," she throws her cup to the grass, and steps on it. After that, she took herself and her attitude away from there.

What Jackie said was true, though. Brittney Wong's party last year was better, and not just because t it was on a freaking private bus. It was better because Marco and Star were there, and adventure always seemed to follow them, this time in the form of monsters that took over the bus and tried to kidnap the guests. Jackie was scared like never before that time, but Star and Marco took control of the situation and saved them all, Hollywood hero's style. Around that time Magic and Monsters were a novelty, in the town and in Jackie's life. Now, she wanted to be as far away from magic as possible.

She texted Ed again, and again no answer. She chooses to go look for him.

The inside of the house was just as the outside: like something that crawled out of a horror movie, but got possessed by the spirits of partying teens.

Jackie wriggled across the mass of people, tiptoeing around any cup laying on the floor, and evading any butt that threatened to suck her into the dance. She finally spotted Ed in the center of the room, under a huge imperial staircase, chatting with a group of men; and she thought she saw a woman there, too. They all wore suits and had faces of stone and steel. One of them was older, and looked like a cross between a lizard and an old papyrus, definitely a face only a mother could love—if said mother were a mortician. He was talking to Ed and pointing around a lot, seemingly giving orders to him, and that triggered an alarm in Jackie's brain. When the lizard man raised his head and made eye contact, she has to scrub her eyes because, for one second, she thought the man's eyes were glowing. When she looked again the man was looking somewhere else, and she felt tired and cold, as if she had a terrible fever. She stopped shaking when she saw Ed walking to her.

"Jackie, finally! I was scared you were gonna miss the party, "he said, showing a toothy smile.

Behind him, the group of men followed the lizard guy to a side hallway and disappeared.

Jackie then realized that Ed said something to her. "Hey dude. I did try to text you but you didn't answer."

"Oh, shoot, sorry! Got my phone in silence. You know, too much to organize and so little time..." he leaned a little closer to her. "But you are here now."

Jackie smiled, even if she didn't felt like it.

"Let's go to the top floor. There is a balcony with an amazing view."

Another alarm triggered in her brain, and it was the second one and counting. Of course, Ed hasn't done anything to harm her, so maybe she was just overreacting. She hoped that was the case, because she decided to go with him, hugging her skate close to her chest.

They walked up the stair, the wooden floor squeaking which each step, which didn't helped with Jackie's growing anxiety.

"So, who were the guys you were talking to?" said Jackie, half curious and half trying to make easy chat. "You know, the guy with the, uh-

"Lizard face?" Jackie nodded. "He is the owner of this trash hole. He was ok with me setting the party here."

She stopped walking. "Thought you said this was a abandoned mansion?"

"Well, it is. Abandoned doesn't mean it doesn't belong to anyone, just that there is no-one dumb enough to live here," Ed made a quick step towards Jackie and his foot goes through the wooden floor, leaving a foot-shaped hole. "I didn't plan for that but it proves my point."

Jackie can't help the laugh that escaped her. She felt her doubts melt away as Ed took her through a long hallway that ended in an immense balcony. From there, the city of Echo Creek showed itself. There was something about going to a night party that was just... eerie. Or maybe it was enough just being awake late at night to forget the day was a concept that existed. Looking at the bright city, Jackie had the illogical idea that all the people were awake, out of bed, enjoying the view. She felt a bit silly for be thinking that, but she didn't give a care.

"It's so beautiful, isn't it?" she said with a sigh.

It took Jackie a moment to notice that Ed didn't hear her. He too looked lost on the view.

"You there, dude?"

Ed came out of his distraction and turned to her. "Mmh, what?"

"Nothing, just that the city is beautiful."

"Oh, yeah I guess." he went back to stare at the city. "It's something, that's for sure."

They stayed in a comfortable silence until Jackie noticed Ed was gripping the balcony handle a little too hard "You okay over there, man? You turned very," Jackie thought about the right word to use, "introspective suddenly."

Ed laughed. "Introspective?"

"I read dictionaries in my free time," said Jackie, making both of them laugh. That was a lie, obviously, cause nobody reads dictionaries in their free time. Well, except literature teachers, probably.

Once he stopped laughing, Ed cleaned a small tear of his eye, and went back to his neutral face. "Yeah well, I-I am okay," he said, sounding not okay. "I am just, you know, thinking about all the stuff I am missing right now.

He turned to look at Jackie, but she just shrugged.

"I mean… Look, just think about all these people, ok? " he signaled the city with a hand, "They are sleeping in their beds, they are partying outside, and they are wandering the city going fucking nowhere, "he talked as if giving a speech, as if all the people of Echo Creek could hear him. "And I just think: it's beautiful and all, but isn't it too simple? It's the exact same view for everyone."

"I don't think so, not unless you invite all Echo Creek to this balcony," said Jackie, but this time, Ed didn't laugh.

"Nah, it's the same for everyone. Same old city, same old life," he was shaking his head in disbelief. "Rich or poor, good or bad, they all are the same, don't they? And I-and I just think that I don't want that, I want to see more! Experience more things, you know?

Jackie nodded. "Dude, i totally get that. Like, thirty minutes ago i was lamenting i spent all summer in the town, instead of going vacations somewhere with my old man," Jackie pondered for a moment. "Maybe to Oregon! I always wanted to go there."

"No, no, no!" Ed sudden scream made Jackie jump in her place, "You just don't get it. What-what does Oregon have that make it different to Echo Creek? Or New York, or Paris? It's the exact same stuff! Small people with small dreams.

His face darkened, and he talked less like a teen a more like a disturbed giant. Jackie steps back to the other side of the handle as much as she could without falling over.

"There are so many amazing things out there, away from this town, from this world. Away from this dimension even! Do you realize how much we are missing?" he raised his hands to the night's sky, trying to reach it all. "There is stuff that regular mortals just can't understand, they-they are too fools to see it!" he went back to look at Jackie, his eyes piercing through her. "But we are not like them, right Jackie?

Jackie realized that maybe she should be in any place but there. "Look, why don't we go back to the party-" she made a movement towards the house, but was swiftly blocked.

"No! Don't go back," Ed took smalls steps towards Jackie, forcing her into the balcony corner. "Not yet. Just… stay here."

Jackie shielded herself with her skate, and considered her options: obviously, throwing herself down the balcony was out, unless she wanted to end with her knees in her chest. And running away was not possible, as Ed keeps getting closer to her. And staying there with him was... yeah, it was a 'no'. That leaved her only one choice.

"You could have everything in the world," Ed extended his arms around her, cutting any way out.

When he closed his eyes and went for the kiss, she swung her skateboard and hit him right in the face, pushing him back. Her dad probably thought she was joking when she said she was gonna 'break her board on some dude's face'. But she wasn't.

The board didn't break, but Ed felt back to the other side of the balcony, almost tripping over the edge. He looked at Jackie with blood red eyes, all the while holding his face in his hands.

He took a step towards her. "Jackie, wait-"

But he couldn't finish the sentence, because when he was close enough Jackie kicked him in the groin with enough strength to send his nuts up his throat. Ed went hard as a stone, and then felt into the ground with a pathetic squeal. She took her chance and went for the run while Ed lied on the floor. So focused she was on getting away that she didn't notice the rumble until she was halfway down the stairs.

And that's when she saw the chaos. The guests were screaming and running, escaping from men wearing long cloaks and deformed masks. Those that were captured were knocked out cold and dragged away down a basement door that wasn't there before. And those that resisted were beaten up merciless, by whoever traps them and his closest companions.

Jackie heart was beating so fast it hurts. She raised her head to the end of the room and saw the exit, just at the time when a burly man in cloak grabbed her arm from behind. She didn't had the time to think so she just acted: she broke free from the man's grasp, jumped on her skate and went for door, evading the running teens that threatened to make her fall in their panicked escape, and the men in cloaks who pursuit them. She pushed everyone indistinctly, sliding blindly through the smoke and the flashing lights, her own fear driving her forward. She jumped over a knocked out guy and landed next to the front door. Finally, she could escape!

She opened the door and was greet by the cold night's wind, and the sight of a golden mask showing a mocking grin. The last thing she felt was an unbearable pain in the head, the hardness of the floor, and a crushing darkness all around her.