A/N: Okay, ya'll. I posted this one because I had another idea in mind when I wrote my other Animorph fic. I couldn't not post it…even if ya'll might think it sucks. I'm not really confident that anyone will like this one, but I'll try anything once. But if you do read, pleez review! ;)

Disclaimer: Only the two teen girls you're gonna read about are mine.

Note: This Prologue is the only part of the story that's in third-person POV. The rest is in the traditional first-person.

Prologue:

"Come on, Tash!" a teen named Randi joked to her best friend, Tasha. She was staying at Tasha's for a week over the summer. She had known Tasha for a good three years or so and they were the best of friends…even though they argue an awful lot. They were sitting on Tasha's bed while Tasha read aloud out of an Animorphs book and Randi read along. They'd stopped when Randi and she joked around again. They had an inside joke that suggested that Tasha was a Controller and such. "You're a Controller if I ever saw one!"

"Oh, yeah, okay. I admit it," Tasha joked back. "I can't stand to keep pretending I'm one of you primitive humans anymore. It's so frustrating."

"I knew it! And I knew your sister Teagan was one from the start, too! She's the one who tricked Tasha, ain't she? And--hey! We humans aren't primitive…Yeerk!" They were totally wrapped up in Animorphs. Randi is an X-Men comic book and Lord of the Rings freak. That is, it was just that until Tasha got her hooked on Animorphs. Now, she's an X-Men, Lord of the Rings, and Animorphs freak, just like her friend. Tasha, on the other hand, doesn't mind too much of X-Men and doesn't live and breathe Lord of the Rings like her friend, but she loves Animorphs just as much, not to mention Eragon, which Randi doesn't take much interest in.

Randi is a little older than Tasha, a sophomore while Tasha is a freshman. (Tasha would be a sophomore too if it weren't for her being born one day over the dateline.) She isn't extremely tall; she's lean and about 5'2. Tasha's a good 5'4, and only a little tiny bit less slim. Randi has moderate long, thick, brown hair (which gets a hint of golden-blond in the summertime) hanging just passed her shoulders; deep, chocolate brown eyes—almost enchanting—a moderate western accent—but not a strong one—a cute sense of humor; and has a knack for animals.

Tasha, of course is younger by a few months, but taller. She has a lighter brown tint of hair with gold highlights on top. Her hazel eyes sometimes change to the most unusual colors, mostly depending on her mood. Her hair isn't nearly as thick and elegant as Randi's, but gets tangled easy and quite in the way as it hangs down to her waist. But it shows no less beauty than her friend's and if it's pulled back into a ponytail or something—which it seldom is—it's no problem. Tasha has a wild side as Randi does. Tasha's "the crazy one" while Randi is "the insane one". They laugh together a lot, mostly about things that others would think as out-of-style or just plain weird. But they have fun with their ways, not bothering to impress anyone, but just to enjoy themselves…even wrestling a friend named Tanor. (Of course, Randi does the kicking-his-ass while Tasha stands by and laughs her own off.)

Randi has a twin brother—Rian, by name—whom she is very close to. Though, they rarely see each other for he lives in another town. But her psychic powers keep them in touch. This isn't some wild fantasy, talking about her being a psychic. Tasha is the same, but not as powerful. Randi can tell what's going to happen most of time before it does. She's helping Tasha to improve her own skills on it. She can also contact—not talk to—other psychics with her power, which they are both on the way to mastering. Tasha, her mom being a powerful psychic brought this power to Rand's attention who didn't even know it existed. They had been exercising it and using it when necessary. But it wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do. But the bottom line is that it's like turning on a switch that says that "something's wrong" or "someone needs you to go to them" in that person's mind. There aren't many of these people, so don't keep thinking that I'm making the psychic thing up. It's just not common.

Randi's tried to contact a non-psychic, but so far, it's only worked—about one out of fifty times, mind you—on Rian. But she had no idea that it would come in handy soon. Linking with another mind has advantages that neither one of them expected.

"Primitive, enough," Tasha quipped back. "We Yeerks have better speech than you humans, though."

"Yeah, well, you can't talk without a host and the speech patterns come from the host. So, ha!"

"Yeah. And the speech that comes from the host is of inferior quality compared to ours. So, ha!" Tasha shot back.

"But…at least we don't have to crawl into someone else's head to talk!"

"Why are you insulting me when it has no point?" Tasha asked in a mock annoyed tone.

"Because it's fun. I thought you knew me, Tasha…" Randi paused and mocked looking grave and suspicious, "Or, whoever you are. What is your Yeerk name, anyways? Alpha 544? Kamikaze 232?" Tasha just laughed her usual laugh that was more like an exhale. "So, Yeerk," Randi 'snidely' continued, "Where are the other Animorphs? Where's Cassie?"

"Oh, I dumped her in a ditch after I killed her so I can have Jake all to myself," She smirked. Did I mention that Tasha's favorite character is Jake? Oh, yeah. She loves him. But Randi's secret is similar.

"You killed Cassie? How daaaare you?"

"I'm a Yeerk, remember?"

"Okay, fine. Where's Jake?"

"At the Sharing meeting. He's been a full-time member for quite some time."

"Eek!" Randi gave a tease scream of surprise. "You turned Jake into a Controller?! Again?! Give the guy a break! This is his third time!"

"Second."

"Movie-wise, third."

"Book-wise, second."

"Well, I'm going by the show." Tasha laughed again. "Okay, fine. What about the Joker, Marco? He's Jake's best friend, so--"

"That's why he's at the Sharing with him." Tasha giggled

"WHAT?" Randi exclaimed rather dramatically. "Not Marco! Not the funny one!" Tasha laughed a little harder. "I'm afraid to ask what you did to Toby!"

"Oh, I'm just torturing Tobias." Tasha joked, knowing that Tobias is Randi's favorite character in Animorphs.

"What'd you do? Lock him in a cold basement and starve him?" Randi asked in horror, cupping her cheeks in her hands.

"How can you be so sure that I'm starving him? I could be fattening him up just for a nice, tasty meal, you know."

"Tobias can't get fat!" Randi exclaimed and then asked, "Can he?"

Tasha laughed again. "Oh, yeah. Then I'll roast him and add lots of barbeque sauce for seasoning. I think Visser Three would just love that."

"Now you're quoting Visser Three. Besides, that's in the future."

"Well, the future has to come sometime," Tasha flattered.

"But, wait. He can't be eaten as a hawk if he stays in human morph, can he? Top that!"

"That's what cannibalism's for," Tasha smiled at Randi's torment again.

"Eek!" Randi screamed again. "You aliens are brutal!" She jumped up and dashed for the door. "Hold on, Toby! I'm comin'!"

She disappeared into the hall. Tasha just smiled, crossed her arms, and waited. Five seconds later, Randi peaked back into the room, "Back so soon, Randi?" Tasha grinned.

"Uh…where is this basement of yours, anyway?"

"Oh, the Sharing building basement."

"Right." She left the doorway again. Tasha waited again. Five more seconds, and Randi reappeared, "Uh, Tash?"

"Yeeees?"

"Where's the Sharing being held?" Tasha flat out barked a laugh this time, falling over on the bed. Randi crossed her arms and put on a mock French interrogator voice, "Yoo are being voolish. Ve haf vays uv making yoo talk."

Tasha sat up again, "Anyways, Randi, should we get back to the book?"

Randi jumped excitedly back on the bed, "Yeah! Keep reading! I wanna see what--"

"Alright, calm down," Tasha playfully padded her shoulder. "Anyways, where were we?" she asked, searching for the book which they had apparently dropped.

"Oh, forget it," Randi said, pulling out the same book from her duffel bag. "I bought the same one on eBay."

"What?" Tasha exclaimed. "You got the same one and didn't even tell me?!"

"Well…yeah. I'm an imp, huh?" Randi smiled with pride. "And it's an even better copy. See?" she held up a shiny, glittery copy of the first book which they had read at least two or three times before. "Pretty-ful, huh?" she teased.

"Yeah. Very nice," Tasha answered in a not-so-sincere voice. "Now, what page were we on? Do you remember?"

"I dunno. I pay attention to the words, not the page numbers."

"Fine," Tasha scoffed, taking the left side of the book in her hand. And began flipping through the tops of the pages and looking for their page.

"Uh…Tash?" Randi said and stared at the book as if she'd seen a ghost. "Where are the words?"

"What words?" Tasha asked, still searching the page numbers.

"The words that are supposed to be on the pages! Look!" Tasha looked. They were both seeing it. Each page Tasha turned, the words disappeared as if someone was pressing a 'backspace' key on a computer. They stared wide-eyed at each other and then at the book again. "I'm not the only one seeing this, right?"

"Not if you're seeing what I am," her friend stunningly answered. This was no joke. The pages were erasing! It was as if someone was deleting the story and writing it a new way! "Are we dreaming?"

"Well, if we are, then nothing can hurt us. But if we're not, then we're in deep shit." Suddenly, the pages glowed a white light. It grew so bright that it blinded the two friends. They had to cover their eyes and turn away. But each kept one hand on the book.

Then, as quick as it happened, the light was gone. Tasha and Randi were both standing up in the middle of a school hall. They were still holding the book. There were lockers on either side of them and the hall seemed empty. "Uh…what happened?" Tasha asked as she and Randi looked around them. "Did school start early?"

"This isn't our high school," Randi replied, walking over to the lockers to her right and pocketing the book. "I know what the high school looks like and this definitely isn't it. For one thing, we don't even have half lockers and these ones are full-sized." Suddenly, a crazy thought came to mind. "Hey! You don't suppose..?"

"Oh, come on, Randi," Tasha scoffed. "Animorphs is a book! There's no way--"

"Excuse me? Who just made an unexpected jump to light speed with me? Honestly, you're beginning to sound like Marco."

"And you're beginning to sound like you've lost your mind."

But before Randi could retort, "Did you get your notes for that history test on Monday?" a male voice from down the hall suddenly asked as if he was taking to another.

"Ah, no I didn't! Crap!" the other answered. "Come with me to my locker, will ya, Marc?" the voices began to get closer. Tasha's and Randi's eyes grew as big as lollipops. 'Marc'? Oh, God! Marc-o!

"Uh, I think I'm about to believe you, Randi," Tasha said in a stunned voice. Were they really in Jake and Marco's high school?!

Two teenage boys came around the corner. One was kind of tall, while the other—with a darker complexion—was a bit shorter. He'd be considered short while the other would be called tall. "A dream?" Randi asked in a stunned manner.

"Definitely a dream." Tasha replied, both staring ahead at the two boys who suddenly stopped and looked at them.

"Uh…" the shorter spoke first. "You two girls lookin' for a hitch-hike with two totally good-looking guys?"

Tasha and Randi looked at each other before starting to laugh. But instead of admiring his own joke, the boy just furrowed his brow and looked over at his friend, who looked back, "That's Marco, if I ever saw him!" Tasha exclaimed.

"Oh, lemmie guess," Randi calmed a little. "You're…Jake, right?" she looked at the one who hadn't spoken yet.

"Uh…yeah, that's me."

"Oh, my God," Randi turned then to her friend. "Tash, I really think this could be the real deal, here."

"No, I think that this is just a dream." Tasha suddenly answered definitely. "I've finally come to my senses, so I suggest you do the same."

"How can we be in each other's dreams?"

"How can we be standing in the middle of their school?"

"How can we be listening to this?" Marco muttered to Jake, both standing bewildered at the arguing teens.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" a female voice came from around the same corner Jake and Marco had. Two girls, actually. One was blond and looking like a beauty queen, while the other was a little shorter with black hair and dark skin.

"Hi, Rachel," Jake said to his cousin.

"Uh, what's goin' on here?" Cassie asked.

"I dunno, man," Marco answered. "Jake and I were just walking to our lockers, minding our own business, when Tweedle-Doo and Tweedle-Dee showed up and greeted us like a couple of movie stars."

Tasha and Randi turned to him, having overheard what he said, "Hey!"

"I didn't know Marco can be such an asshole, too," Randi added.

"Face it, Ran," Tasha turned back to her. "This is just a dream, okay?"

"No, it's not! You're a psychic, too. You should know!"

"Yeah! And you're the more advanced psychic, so wake up and smell the coffee!"

"Alright, what if I can prove that this isn't a dream, huh?"

"Be my guest, but you'll never convince me," Tasha turned slightly away and crossed her arms in a confident manner.

"Alright," Randi walked over to a nearby locker. Taking aim, she slammed her head as hard as she could against it. Jake, Marco, Rachel and Cassie all flinched at the impact.

"Ow," Cassie whispered.

Jake, who had rubbed his own forehead, imagining what it felt like said, "Whoa, what are you doing? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Sure," she half giggled and half winced. She held her forehead and stumbled back over to Tasha who gaped at her. "Tash, this isn't a dream. That really hurt."

"How do I know you're not just acting?"

"Then, you go do it! See how it feels!"

"Uh, maybe that's not such a good idea," Rachel and the rest hurried over incase Tasha tried the same thing.

"What's the big deal about dreams, now?" Marco questioned.

Tasha exchanged looks with Randi, "Don't you guys know who you are?"

"I thought I knew. Unless everybody's here as a secret agent."

Tasha and Randi laughed again, but more subtle. But after a few seconds, Randi stopped and groaned, clutching her forehead harder. "You know, I'd be surprised if you didn't have damaged brain cells, now." Cassie said.

"Thanks," Randi groaned. She looked at Tasha. "I swear! If I still had the strength and insanity, I'd head-butt you right now and make you share my pain."

"Hey, don't look at me," Tasha grinned and held her hands up at her shoulders as if she was surrendering. "You're the one who attacked the locker and for once didn't win."

"Yeah, but I'd always had to jump in front of a firing squad to convince you."

"Talk about hard-headed." Tasha laughed her usual one.

"Uh, you want us to take you to the nurse if she's still there?" Jake asked.

"No, no. I'm good." Randi replied. "I've had worse pain than this before." Glaring at Tasha, she growled, "I'm so gonna kill you when we get home."

"Uh, where exactly do you two live?" Rachel questioned. "I don't think I've seen you two around here before."

"Well, we came from a town in New Mexico about eight years from now," Randi replied.

"You mean you aren't from around here?"

"Well, no," Tasha said. "But we know all about you." She had obviously finally come to believe that they were talking to the Animorphs.

"How?" Cassie asked.

"Uh, can we play twenty questions later, please?" Randi winced. "And maybe get outta here? I don't think too much of staying in this school for long."

"Oh. Okay. We can head to the mall, if you want."

"Sure," Tasha and Randi said in unison.

"Wait." Randi grabbed Tasha's arm. "Where's Tobias?"

"Oh, God," Tasha laughed.

"Who?" Marco, Rachel, and Cassie asked together.

"I know a Tobias," Jake said. "A little."

"You walked in on a couple of bullies holding his head in a toilet, right?" Randi asked in a way that suggested the thought hurt her.

"…Yeeeah," Jake replied as if wondering how she knew. "That's about the only time I've seen him."

"Hold on," Randi then turned to Tasha and whispered. "They don't know who Elfangor or anyone is yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that we went back in time, too, and not just a little in the middle of a book. I mean the very beginning! Before the beginning!" Randi answered as if it was the most obvious thing. "If they don't know Tobias except Jake, then they haven't went home from the mall yet and passed through the construction site!"

"Then, that's what the erasing of the words in your book means! Where exactly did you get that? You wouldn't get something like that off eBay."

"It's not important."

"Randi!"

"Okay! I got it from a corner store. The owner looked like he was going out of business, so I decided to help the poor guy out. He had Animorphs books, so I couldn't resist anyways!"

"Figures. Obviously, we have to stay until the books you bought are up. How many did you buy?"

"Oh, not much," Randi started with a confident smile, "Just…" but it soon dropped as if she realized something. "…Oh."

"How many?"

"Nine." Tasha was about to explode until Randi added, "But they're all out of order. He didn't have some, so I bought ones that he did have. Maybe it won't work like that."

"I doubt it! Maybe we'll just skip from one thing to another."

"Uh, girls?" Jake walked over and broke up their argument. "I thought we were going to the mall."

"Uh, yeah," they said and followed the others. How were they gonna tell them what was in store for them that night?

A/N: Um…I didn't over-do it, did I? I just had to get several points across and it took a lot of writing to make it sound realistic. So, anyways, hope you good readers will review and motivate me to send the first actual chapter. Remember, constructive criticism is always welcome:) but pleez be nice.

Note: And before ya'll start thinkin' that this is just an AU version of the books, think again. Things are really gonna get crazy and out of whack with Tasha and Randi hangin' with the Animorphs. The books are so gonna be altered. How, you ask? Review and tell me you wanna find out!