James The Lesser Presents His Version of the Daria Gender Flip Based off of Not So Different.

Not So Different Is a Story by The Other J-D. I read it and enjoyed it but had my own ideas for how the end of season four-Rest of Series could go. I asked permission and he granted it so I am going to do my own version of the show starting at S4 E12 Fire! His story is really good and I hope those who haven't given it a chance does! It will mostly be the same but a few variations thrown in for my ideas.I don't know exactly how to do an idea like this so this will be done by trial and error.

S4 E 12

What's Going On Here?

Sonny grumbled as he flipped through the channels. He stops on the hotels own channel. "Advertising the hotel to people staying at the hotel. This has my father's work all over it."

They were talking about the opportunities for playing golf at the hotel. "Thank whomever has stopped my father from trying to drag me out on to the course."

He was interrupted by a knock at the door. When he opened the door, he recognized Bobby, who'd met them on arrival. When he'd put the tray on the table and removed the lid, he started fidgeting. 'You know your sister, Quinn?'

'I might know some one by that name. Why?'

'Is she seeing anybody?'

'Only a dermatologist, for that rash', Sonny said, a little too quickly.

Bobby grinned nervously and flinched. 'Oh … er …'

Sonny looked at the youth as his own mind clicked rapidly into gear. He remembered arriving at the hotel. Bobby had offered to help with the luggage, and then taken care of Quinn's only. As he escorted Quinn inside, Jake had been left to his own devices—to speak loosely—to cope, or not, with the rest. He'd collapsed under the weight of the one case he'd managed to haul from the car and remained pinned underneath it until another bellhop came to his assistance.

Should Sonny crush Bobby's hopes quickly or leave him to be ground down by Quinn slowly?

Sonny couldn't altogether blame Bobby for Sonny's father's problems. His father would always get himself into trouble. It was because he'd set the kitchen on fire that they were staying in this hotel at all.

The issue resolved into a question which answered itself: why should Quinn get anything out of this?

'Don't worry', he said, 'it's not contagious. And even if it were, you'd never get close enough to catch it. Trust me, I'm her brother. I've seen it all before a hundred times. At most she might let you get as far as slow dancing by the fifth date. If you even make it that far."

Bobby's face took on a blank look and then, as Sonny sat down and began to eat, he blinked rapidly. Sonny decided to follow up.

'The halls of Lawndale High are littered with the hearts that girl's broken.' He shook his head meaningfully, then continued eating.

Bobby half-turned to go, then seemed to come partway back to himself and stammered, 'Well … um … enjoy your snack, sir', before leaving the room.

When the door had closed behind Bobby, Sonny turned an appraising gaze in that direction for a moment. He returned his attention to his hamburger.

As his appetite was progressively satisfied, he looked around the room again. He reflected on the kind of isolation from his parents and Quinn that staying in hotel rooms afforded him. So why wasn't he savoring it more? By the time he finished eating he was brooding hard.

Looking around the room again, his eye fell on the phone. He walked over to it, picked up the receiver, and dialed Jane.

Jane looked out of the corner of her eye at Tom, then back at the television screen. Maybe she had been a little hard on him. It hadn't been fair for her to jump down his throat about having given Sonny his phone number. He'd been quite right: she had given Sonny Tom's phone number, so that they could rescue Sonny from a family bonding day. Well, she hadn't exactly jumped down his throat—she'd just asked, hadn't she? And when he reminded her of the facts, she'd let it drop, hadn't she? He'd reacted as if he didn't like the tone of her voice—but when did he get elected to decide what tone of voice she used?

She sighed quietly and took another peek at Tom. He was watching Sick, Sad World. At least that was something they both liked still.

It had been awkward for her at the beginning, when Sonny had made it quite clear that he didn't like Tom and didn't like Jane's involvement with him. But gradually he'd warmed to Tom. Well, not exactly 'warmed'. Still, in his own way he was getting along with Tom. That should make things easier for her. But …

This time it had started when she and Tom couldn't agree on a movie to see. If the idea of a movie hadn't come up, they would have been sitting here right now enjoying Sick, Sad World, making fun of things, no problems … well, nothing to speak of, anyway.

She stole another peek at him. The thing about Sonny getting along with Tom, she told herself, was that it reminded her that maybe she and Tom weren't getting along as well as they used to. The subject of Sonny having Tom's phone number had come up because Tom had mentioned that Sonny had left him a message about a Fellini film festival, because he didn't fancy Jane's suggestion, Screecher II. The truth was that on some other occasion Jane might have been interested in a Fellini film, but definitely not when Tom began to talk about 'symbolism', and 'the cinema', and 'a movie with a plot'.

Wasn't it reasonable that she didn't like being condescended to? Tom had watched plenty of exploding-eyeball-type movies with her. Did he think that was all she was good for? Was he just slumming with her? Was he trying to give her some message by the way he went on about Fellini and 'the cinema'? She was about to take another brooding peek at him when the phone rang. Trent answered it. A moment later he called out to her.

'Hey, Janey! Sonny's on the phone for you.'

Tom remained silent as Jane got up from the couch and walked into the other room to take the call.

'Yo.'

Sonny noticed her tone of voice. The same tone Tom had had a problem with. 'Are you okay?'

Jane shook herself back to normal. 'Sure. What's up?'

'I thought you might like to come over and check out Le Grand Hotel.'

'Actually … I'm hanging out with Tom tonight.'

'Oh. Well, why not bring him over too? There's plenty of space. In fact it'd probably be better that way. If my parents find out you were in my room I can tell them we had your boyfriend as a chaperone.'

The thought of Sonny wanting Tom as a chaperone made Jane uncomfortable. 'Um … maybe some other time, okay?'

'I guess. You know we're going to be here for a while, but not forever? I just thought you might like the chance to see the place up close while you can.'

'Yeah. Right. So … I'll come round some time. And by the way, uh, thanks for leaving that message on Tom's machine about La Dolce Vita.'

'Hey, watching a dead fish wash up on shore always puts me in a good mood.'

Jane ignored Sonny's words. 'You're never in a good mood. And hey, I'm always happy to pass messages along. No trouble risking getting his parents or little sister.'

'Sure. I just …'

Jane cut in. 'Well, see ya soon! Gotta get back to Tom now!' She hung up and went back to the couch.

Tom asked her what Sonny had been calling about.

'Didn't I tell you? His dad accidentally set their kitchen on fire last night and they're staying in a hotel for a few days during the repainting.'

Tom turned his attention to her from the television. 'Nobody was hurt, right?'

'Nah. They all got out at once, the fire brigade got to it in time, and there was just some smoke damage.'

'Good.' Tom was still looking at her.

'So, um, anyway, Sonny thought maybe I'd like to come round to check out the rooms, see what the place is like. I told him we were busy tonight.'

Tom raised his eyebrows. 'Busy?'

Jane squirmed slightly. 'So, wanna go out and get some pizza?'

'So, still planning on coming over to check out Le Grand Hotel some time?' Sonny said to Jane as they walked along a Lawndale High hallway. 'You know it's up to you. It's just you seemed interested when I said we'd be staying there. If you've changed your mind, that's cool.'

Jane looked closely at Sonny but he didn't change his expression. She'd been stalling him about this for the last few days without actually rejecting the idea, and getting more and more awkward about it. Now she seemed to have reached the point where she felt she had to give him some kind of explanation.

'Uh …', she said, 'the thing is … well, things have been a bit … what's the word? What I mean is' she said reluctantly, 'things haven't been so great with Tom and me lately. So I've been trying to spend more time with him.'

Sonny thought rapidly. Were Jane and Tom about to break up? Then Tom … Tom would just be out of the picture. That would have to mean Jane spending more time with him, which could never be bad, but … Did he want them to break up? Jane seemed to be happy with Tom. Even if he didn't like Tom he wanted his friend to be happy. But did he...

'There's no problem with that', he decided. 'You could spend time together at the hotel.'

They had arrived at Mrs Bennett's classroom, and Jane stopped in the doorway, from where one of the teacher's characteristic hopelessly muddled diagrams was visible on the blackboard. She gestured at it.

'It's as tangled as that. Can we talk about it later? I'll make it as easy to explain to you as much as I can.'

'Lunchtime?'

After half a minute, Jane inclined her head. Then they went into class.

Later, over lunch, Jane tried to explain.

'I'm not trying to give you a hard time about it now, but I know you weren't too happy when I started dating Tom.'

Sonny interjected. 'I acted like a jerk, to you and to Tom. That's why I'm trying to be different now.'

'Yeah, well, it's true that my hanging out with Tom has to mean spending less time with you, maybe less than we'd both like, but it's like I told you, it doesn't mean our friendship is less important to me. It's just …'

'One of those things that happens.'

Jane pulled a face. 'I guess. Anyway, it made things easier for me when it seemed like you were going to suspend hostilities with Tom, but …'

Sonny remembers Jane pointing at the board earlier. 'How does Mrs Bennett's diagram come into this?'

'I dunno.' Jane looked glum. 'It's just confusing, like with lots of circles and crosses and arrows all over the place linking them up.'

'Am I a circle or a cross in this analogy?'

'Sorry—I really am sorry—but in this analogy I'm not sure what you are. That just makes it more confusing. The thing is … while I'm working on spending more time with Tom … and you're suggesting we could do that at the hotel, but …'

'I think I'm starting to get it. You want to spend time together, but you're not sure whether the hotel is the right sort of place to spend the right sort of time. I kind of understand. I guess it's easy to think of a hotel as a place full of lots of other people, which you know is not something I would willingly inflict on you any more than I would willingly inflict it on myself. But when you're actually there it's not like that.' Sonny scratched behind his ear. He realized that Jane had been avoiding this conversation because she didn't want to say to him straight out that she wanted to spend time with Tom without Sonny. But he understood that without her saying it, and now that he knew that Jane and Tom were having problems he wanted to act like a friend. All this flashed through his mind in a moment before he continued.

'You remember when you and Tom had a date to meet at the parade?'

Jane nodded. 'But you hooked up with him instead.'

'Hooked up? We were together briefly, but he was looking for you the whole time, and he was still looking for you when I left.'

'Yeah, he found me in the end.' Jane poked at her food.

'Well, you told me that your date with Tom consisted of making fun of people.'

'I told you that you were being simplistic.'

'Anyway, if that's the way you and Tom have fun together, there's no shortage of subjects at the hotel. Fresh ones, too. You could hang out at the pool, for example. There's lots of people making public buffoons out of themselves with energetic horseplay, and that's not even counting my parents. Then there's people who aren't even interested in the water, but are just using it as an excuse for lounging around in public, like Quinn and her Fashion Club cronies—when they're not exploring other ways of exploiting the male staff that they've got twisted around their little fingers. If Quinn can bring in her friends, so-called, as guests, I don't see why I shouldn't do the same. If things haven't been so great with you and Tom lately, maybe a change of scene and somebody new to joke about is just what you need.'

Sonny paused for a reply from Jane, but she just kept looking down at her lunch, so he took another tack.

'Of course, what would I know. Giving you advice about this makes me feel like a fraud. But I know that the time at the hotel seems to have been good for my parents. When they're not hanging around the pool they're spending a lot of time in their room … the word 'rekindling' just came into my mind and I don't want to think about what my parents are doing any more. But when I'm in my room, it's like the Fortress of Solitude. At home I had to see Quinn and my parents sometimes at meals and other odd times, but now I can get all my meals from room service, and if I was abducted by aliens I don't think my family would notice my absence for three days. So if you and Tom wanted to check out the hotel and also have some "couple time", you could come up to my room and then I could go and hang out somewhere else.'

Jane looked up at him. 'Like where?' It sounded almost as if she were challenging him, and after a moment's hesitation he tried to turn it off with a joke about how Tom was surely able to afford to send him out to have some pizza. Jane just kept looking at him, so he felt pressed to come up with other ideas.

'I could go and use the pool myself.' Another thought came to him. 'I never mind spending some time hanging out at the public library. Look, that's not the point. Just think about it. It could be a long time before you have another chance like this to check out a fancy hotel.' Sonny struggled to hide his puzzlement at Jane's reaction, when he was just trying to do something nice for her and Tom.

Jane seemed to pull herself together. 'Yeah, I guess that's true. Look, I promise I'll think about it. It's just that with Tom …' She trailed off again.

'Okay', Sonny said. 'But it really is okay if you want to bring Tom around and even have some time there without me. Promise you'll make sure Tom knows that?'

Jane nodded and looked away again, and they finished lunch in silence. Sonny still didn't know why.

'Mr Morgendorffer? There's somebody at the desk who wants to see you.'

Sonny had wondered why the phone in his room was ringing. Now he understood.

'Excuse me, but I think that must be a mistake. Mr Morgendorffer is my father.'

Sonny heard muffled noises coming through the phone line, and then the concierge was speaking to him again.

'Am I speaking with Mr Jacob Morgendorffer, Junior?'

Sonny was flummoxed. 'Yes, I suppose so, but … there's somebody there who wants to see me?'

'Yes, a Mr Thomas Sloane.'

At that,Sonny understood. This was Tom and Jane's idea of a joke. 'Okay', he said, 'send them up.'

Minutes later there was a knock at his door. 'Come in', he called. 'I've unlocked it.' The door opened and Tom came through it … and shut it behind him.

'Hey, Sonny.'

Sonny narrowed his eyes. After a moment he spoke.

'Hey, Tom. Where's Jane?'

'Ah, I dropped by her place and she was deep in a creative process which involved power tools. I didn't have my safety goggles with me, so I thought I'd drop round here instead and see if you'd mind showing me the place. Jane told me you invited us both round, and I thought if I took a look while she's busy, it would give us something to talk about when we get together later this evening.'

'Oh.' Sonny looked around. 'Well, here's the room. The bathroom's through there if you want to check it out. I guess it's not so much of a much for somebody who's used to your style of living.'

'No, I can see why you thought Jane and I might like it. There's a pool here too, right?'

'Um … yeah. I can take you down to it if you want to see.'

'I figured if we're going to check out the pool we might as well do it properly. You know, swim a few lengths. I've got my swimsuit on underneath so I can just get undressed here before we go down. Can you lend me a towel?'

Sonny nodded, but he was feeling more and more uncomfortable. He had thought that he and Tom had an understanding. They weren't friends. Sonny was just being nice about his best friend's boyfriend. Sure, they'd spent a little time together, but that was hanging out with Jane. There was that time at the parade, too, but that had been a mixture of happenstance and practical necessity. Was Tom deliberately trying to hang out with him now? Why? That wasn't part of the deal. But when Sonny tried to open his mouth to say so he felt like a saboteur. He thought of Mrs Bennett's diagram, with its tangle of arrows and lines like badly cooked spaghetti. Whatever, he wasn't going to be the cross. Unless it was the circle he wasn't supposed to be. Whichever.

He flexed his scalp muscles in an attempt to clear his mind. It was like being trapped in a Mystik Spiral song. Meanwhile, Tom had begun stripping down to his swimsuit, which was making Sonny even more uncomfortable. He was being reminded of the locker room during gym class, when he still had to take it. He cleared his throat.

'Ah … I'll just get a couple of towels from the bathroom. And I guess I'll grab my swimsuit first and change in there.'

Tom just nodded.

In the bathroom, Sonny carefully adjusted his boardshorts to make sure the piercing in his navel was concealed. He wasn't wearing the ring at the moment—he was long past the stage where he had to keep it in continuously to stop the hole closing up—but nobody new was going to see the place. Certainly not Tom.

Then he came out carrying two towels and they went down to the pool.

Sonny still didn't like it. First Jane acting strangely, and now Tom. Maybe it was because they were breaking up. If so, Sonny hoped they'd patch things together. He'd finally got used to Tom's being a factor and he didn't want weirdness again.

When Jane rang up to arrange to come round to the hotel with Tom, Sonny naturally assumed that Tom had told her about his earlier visit. Sonny was bewildered when it came out that he hadn't.

Jane wasn't bewildered, she was upset. Which surprised him even more.

'So, were you planning on telling me about this?'

'I just did tell you about it. I don't know what Tom was up to, but I'm not keeping any secrets from you.'

There was a moment's silence at the other end of the line before Jane said, 'Yeah, I guess you wouldn't do that.'

'It doesn't make any sense. Tom must have known you'd find out from me.'

'I don't know what Tom's thinking.' Jane sighed. 'What did you two get up to, anyway?'

'Get up to? He checked out the room … we chatted about a book I've been reading, Coup d'État: A Practical Handbook, by Edward Luttwak …'

'Sounds like your sort of book.'

'Well, Tom seemed to be interested in hearing about it, unless he was just being polite.'

Jane sighed again. 'No, he probably was really interested. Anything else?'

'We went to the pool so he could check that out as well.'

'You went swimming?' Sonny listened as Jane breathed audibly. 'Did you show him your navel ring?'

Stop it, Sonny thought. You're freaking me out. 'Of course not', he said. 'I don't have it in at the moment. And I'm not showing the piercing, ring in or ring out, to anybody . My family still doesn't know about it, they would still freak if they did, and they could show up at the hotel pool at any time. And I wouldn't do it even if it weren't for that.' Please. Get a grip. Somebody has to. 'Look, I don't know what the problem is, but don't think that Tom and I are becoming bosom buddies. I thought if I wasn't at odds with him it made things easier for you?' At least that would make sense.

'If you want to use logic.' Now Jane sounded not cranky, but depressed. 'I don't know. Sometimes I feel like a third wheel in my own relationship, but I don't know whether that makes any sense.'

'Crosses, circles, a tangle of arrows, and wheels?'

'Maybe.' There was a long pause, but the tone in which Jane had uttered that one word made Sonny feel she had something more to say but was still working out what it was. Eventually, she did continue: 'I don't know what to say to you. I hate being like this.'

'I can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe you should try something new to break out of the tangle. You rang this time to arrange to come round with Tom, so do that. And I will get out of your way. I've figured out where I'll go while you're here. I'll let you into the room and then I'll go. If you want to go to the pool, or anywhere else in the hotel, and any of the staff make problems for you, just say you're here with the Morgendorffers. I'll fix that with my parents in case they get asked.'

Jane was worried about Jake and Helen's reactions if they thought that Sonny was arranging for Tom and Jane to be alone in his room. Sonny had thought of that. He'd let them think that Tom and Jane might just be going to the pool without him, but not explain that while they were in the hotel he was going to be somewhere else entirely.

Sonny says goodbye to Jane and Tom and starts walking towards the elevator when he runs in to a bathing suit clad Stacy Rowe. "Oh, um, hey." He steps on the elevator with her.

"Hi, um, Sonny." She looks at him for a second before looking away. "Are you ok after the fire?"

"Yes." He is uncomfortable being trapped with a Fashion Fiend.

"I'm glad you are. Quinn seemed ok too but she never really talks about stuff not fashion. You're more, deep, I guess."

Deep? What does she know about deep? Sonny watches the light on the panel change from floor number to floor number.

"How are you liking your own room? Even though you're a boy and she's a girl you're brother and sister. They could have put you in a double bed room."

Sonny slowly turns to Stacy. "You know I'm her brother?"

"Of course. You're ok, for a brother. Sandi's brothers are like, pure terrors."

"I'm, surprised. She tries as hard as she can to make sure people don't know we're related."

"I don't know why. All the times we've talked you've always been super nice! Much nicer than any of the boys I dated."

"Because I'm not trying to date you."

"Exactly! You have Jane."

Sonny stays calm. Stacy wasn't the first person to confuse his friendship with Stacy. "I don't. She's just a friend."

Stacy fidgets nervously. "Oh, but, uh..."

"Just friends. I don't date."

"Really? What about like, ten years from now?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "I'll worry about it then."

"Well, um, you are super nice I'm sure any girl would be happy to date you."

He can't help but raise an eyebrow. "Even the more popular ones?"

"Well, maybe not Sandi, or Tiffany. They would laugh and throw me out of the Fashion Club if I even brought it up. They can always get hotter dates than me. And they don't understand why I tried to be just friends with Brock or Chris or..." She lists off several names.

Sonny starts to get exasperated. "Look, I'm busy."

"Ok, but like, maybe we could talk later? Over pizza?"

"Why?"

Stacy bites her lower lip. "I, um, had a fire when I was younger. It was really scary. Now that you and Quinn went through the same thing we can talk about it!" Stacy notices the entire time he keeps eye contact and never looks at her body. "If you want to. Quinn says she's fine with it but I think she's just hiding what she really feels."

"Wow, that almost sounded like... Depth. You're different from the rest of the Fashion Fiends." Sonny's eyes go wide as he realizes what he just called her.

"Fashion Fiends?" Stacy laughs. "I'm lucky they even let me talk to them sometimes. I can be such an idiot when it comes to spring fashion." She surprises him by hugging him as the elevator doors open. "I need to go. But let me know if you want to talk about the fire or stuff!" She skips along merrily.

Sonny exits the elevator and leaves the hotel as Stacy goes towards the pool entrance.

Sonny knocks on the door of a very familiar home. 'Hey, Sonny. Janey's not home.'

'Hey, Trent. I know. Jane's over at my hotel, checking it out, with Tom. I was hoping I'd find you home and free for a chat while she's out. I think it might be important.'

Trent remained relaxed as ever, but Sonny knew him well enough to see that he was pausing for longer than was usual before he said, 'Sure, come on in.'

Sonny followed Trent inside and they sat down on the couch.

Without saying anything—without, to be honest, giving any sign of metabolic activity at the waking level—Trent gave Sonny the time and the space to put his words into, when he was ready. Sonny knew Trent was alert in his own completely unchallenging way. Sonny rested one hand on his own midsection, feeling his navel ring through the fabric of his clothes, and gathered himself to speak.

'Jane says that things haven't been going too well between her and Tom.'

'Yeah.'

'She mentioned that to you?'

'No, but I'm a musician. I'm very sensitive to shifts in mood.'

'Oh.' Sonny shifted slightly in his seat. 'Well, Jane's been in a strange mood that I don't understand. She pretty much said the same to me herself. She doesn't know what to say about it, and I don't know how to describe it either, but I thought maybe you might have picked up on something. I know you and Jane are close.'

'You wouldn't be asking me to talk with you behind Jane's back, would you?' Trent still seemed perfectly comfortable. He gave no sign in look or tone that he was rebuking Sonny, but Sonny felt his conscience prick him.

'I don't think that's what I was doing. I don't know what's happening, but I don't want it to be my fault.'

'Nobody said it was, did they? You wouldn't do anything to hurt Janey, would you?'

'Not unless she grew long red hair and began keeping a lip gloss database.' Sonny recognized Trent's look of incomprehension. 'Sorry, in-joke.'

'Oh.' Then Trent took on an unusually serious look. 'It sounds like whatever is happening is feeling hard for you. But you know Janey can look after herself. You need to be sure you know what's in your own mind and your own heart, Sonny.'

Now Trent's starting to freak me out. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. 'Well, thanks for talking with me, Trent. I guess I better be going now.' Sonny stood up. He felt awkward and wanted to say something more. 'I'll think about what you said.'

'Hey, any time.' Trent stood up and walked Sonny to the door. As Sonny left Trent gave him another serious look. 'I hope you figure out what, who, you need to figure out.'

Sonny did need to talk with someone and someone had volunteered. Of course, it had been hard to get Stacy alone to ask her. It took an accidental run in with her between classes and a passing of a note.

Since he knew people would be there that he didn't want seeing, he asked Stacy to meet him at Pizza Forest instead.

"Wow, this place hasn't changed in years!" He sees the light and excitement in her eyes. "Too bad they don't have cheeseless pizza."

"Uh, sure." He watches as she strips the cheese off of her pizza slice. "You said you had a fire when you were younger."

She sips her soda before replying. "I was eight. It was so scary." She takes a bite out of her pizza. "I had nightmares for months. I still do, some times."

He sees the look in her eye. "Hearing about ours brought them back, didn't it?" She nods in response. "Sorry."

"It isn't your fault. I want to talk with, someone, about it but can't. None of my friends would..." She pauses for a second before going back to her soda.

"Care?"

"No, but, like, listen. They're my friends but they don't care about stuff like that."

"Then they don't sound like real friends."

They sit and eat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. Even the people dressed as animal mascots avoided their booth.

When Sonny finishes his slice he looks back at Stacy. "I'm sorry. That was rude to say."

"It was honest." She nibbles at the crust that was left of her slice. "You're honest. That's like, really hard to find, and stuff." He sees her smile weakly. "Thanks. I actually feel a little better."

He smirks. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to talk about the fire."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry."

"I'm actually ok with it. It isn't like my childhood home went up in flames. The fire department got there quickly."

"You got lucky." Stacy sets the crust down half eaten. "Um, thanks for eating with me." Stacy reaches in to a fashionable periwinkle purse and pulls out a ten. "I think this is the first time I've been with a boy and had to pay for myself."

"I don't pay for my friends." Sonny blinks a couple times as he realizes what he just said. "Or for my sister's friends." He gets his own ten out.

Some dialogue from 'Fire' by Peggy Nicoll

A/N Ok, I copy/pasted from FF, and then edited it a bit. I removed some stuff from Other J-D, added my own, entire sections or some times just a word or two. Again I've never done any thing like this before but I had these ideas after reading Not So Different and wanted to write it out. Thankfully Other J-D gave me permission!