I know, I really shouldn't start other things before finishing things, but it sort of popped into my head and wrote itself. Seriously, I don't even know where I'm going with this. But that happens alot to me, huh?

Well, I have a good feeling this story will be in arcs. Maybe a few chapters in an arc? So don't freak if your favorite character isn't mentioned yet. They will be eventually, in future arcs. Just so things don't get mixed-up.

It gets better later, this chapter's just to introduce things and see how that turns out. ;D Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own TDI.

How did we get here? That was the one thing they wanted to know, standing on the same rooftop as an armed criminal at 2am in the morning. Much to their dismay their memory of the events leading up to this didn't help explain any of it. The situation seemed obscure, and they all just wanted to go home and sleep.

Pfft, that wasn't happening anytime soon, or at least it didn't seem like it.

Although she'd tell him differently, he had this gut feeling he knew he messed up, somewhere along the way. Maybe if he'd done the opposite or nothing at all, none of this would've even happened. Or at least they wouldn't be where they were now.

Stupid.

The punk grinned. He shot a bullet into the sky, and they watched as the sparks flew, taking a good step back. "Hmph."

They weren't allowed to run. It was as if they were frozen in place, mostly, or at least in a compelling enough trance to keep them from escaping. How did we get here? They'd tried to stop thinking that, but that was just as impossible.

All of a sudden the helicopters came, circling the area they were glued to, focusing their lights toward him. Their trance broke slightly, but not by much.

Duncan seemed worried. At first, until he began to laugh out of the blue, leaving the officers stunned.

"A shame it had to end this way, huh?" His statement clung, while he slowly took a step backwards, off the building, into thin air.

--

With the package tucked firmly underneath her sweats, and the keys jingling in her pocket, Bridgette strutted along the familiar streets of Downtown Toronto, humming that one song she'd heard on the radio. Something about kryptonite and rockstars. She couldn't say it was her particular taste, but it was one of those days when nothing could go wrong, so you had to at least see past those kind of things. Her motto was to make the most out of them.

The streets were bare, and her breath remained coolly bitter due to the coffee she had this morning. She wasn't completely used to this. Until she'd promised herself merely two weeks ago, she'd never really gotten up 'til twelve in the afternoon. And that was only when she didn't pop pills the night previously.

9am, Tuesday morning. Bridgette was proud of herself.

She walked around the corner and sighed as she continued down the sidewalk. It had become her routine. For today she was almost there, just a little later than usual.

And when she got there, she discovered she was actually, to put it simply, right on time.

The Eagles were trespassing again, and the Condors were angry, but that was to be expected. In her opinion the alleyway was big enough for the both of them, whether the Condors actually did call it first or not. And anyway, she was there when they'd first found it, and none of them really bothered until other gangs started to show interest.

Somewhere between the punches thrown and the mockery increasing, Bridgette stepped in.

It didn't take long for them to notice. They were expecting her and besides, who couldn't notice Bridgette?

She was the one girl who could get her point across and the reason any of them were still alive. Also, she was quite pretty.

"Sorry I'm late," Bridgette shrugged then lowered her eyes towards both sides. Most of the Eagles swallowed, hard. The Condors just snickered, usually.

What seemed long ago was really just a month or two (possible longer), when she'd been part of them. Yes, she was ashamed now. But awhile before she had a common sense knocked into her she felt like she was on top. Nowadays she felt as if it was her job to watch out for what she was, keeping peace with everybody. But the Condors wanted her back, and didn't have a problem telling her that.

Marcus, her obnoxious pre-leader that she not-so-secretly hated with passion, smirked, "Change your mind yet, Bee?"

They used to call her Bee.

"I wouldn't be counting on it." Now it was the Eagles' turn to snicker. Hell broke loose once more, but that was also to be expected.

Bridgette cleared her throat. "I have a peace offering."

Both sides turned heads, suddenly interested.

She glanced at the time, for some reason remembering she was already two hours late for her first day of school. Whatever, she thought, that could wait. She then raised her clump of old sweatshirt, revealing in her hands, a fresh box of doughnuts.

--

Geoff Collins could not believe it. It was just before third period, and he'd forgotten his locker combination. Already.

He kept trying, giving in a sigh after a number of failed attempts. What if someone saw? That would seriously hurt his rep, or worse. And rep? Great, now he was being cocky. Something was wrong with him today, and he didn't know what.

For one thing, he wasn't one to forget his locker combination.

He was the Geoff Collins after all; a good student, the nicest guy at school, and star quarterback enough that he had most of the female population and then some, kneeling at his feet.

And there he was, struggling to open his locker, and almost two minutes late for third period.

Plus, he was being cocky again. Geoff couldn't remember the last time that happened.

"This is a first," suddenly, Cody, four inches shorter, appeared by his side. He smiled. He and Cody went way back, so far back that when they first met they were both in diapers. Never mind the fact they didn't actually become friends 'til the third grade. And that while Geoff loved sports, Cody wasn't much good at it. He got along with all his football buddies, and he was loyal. Maybe a bit too obsessed with impressing the ladies (which didn't work out most of the time), but still, loyal.

Geoff forced a smile. "Yeah."

Luckily and for some reason, Cody remembered his combination, and yanked it open.

The density in the hallways were slowly decreasing; People liked to be late, but no one liked the two-week detention they got when they were five minutes late.

He hurried, grabbing his stuff out then slamming his locker shut. Cody had skipped ahead, but he never really blamed him. He cared more then he did.

It was right then, when he was just starting his way to third period, when she ran past, almost causing him to lose balance, and his rep, again, if anyone saw. Not that he cared much anyway.

Geoff had caught a glimpse. She was blonde, had nice eyes, and almost knocked the papers right out his hands. He'd never seen her before, as far as he knew. And maybe, that was the very reason why she was stuck in his head for the rest of the day.

--

Fourth period, he sat with his football buddies for lunch. Owen, DJ, Michael, and Johnny W. Plus Cody. Between their slight musings of discussing the assets of celebrities pre- and after plastic surgery, one of them, he forgot who, brought it up,

"Hey, did you guys see her yet?"

"Oh, yeah. I mean I heard her hair was like that naturally, but man, I never even knew her hair was that blonde…" Geoff perked up, trying to make it seem a sort of, oh really? That's interesting, sort of way.

Cody sipped his juicebox, but no one really minded. "Tell me about it. The last time I saw her, she had five piercings and dyed her hair purple."

"You're kidding. Why the sudden change? Stuff like this doesn't just happen."

Geoff excused himself from the table.

--

On his way home, he picked up his mom's dry cleaning as promised, and pretended it didn't bother him. He jerked his key into the lock, and walked in, dropping his stuff by the entrance with a loud thud.

Time goes a lot slower when you don't know what's going on,

He realized, watching the clock for a good five minutes. It was as if nothing had moved. Geoff shrugged it off and switched on the TV, flipping through the channels. He never watched the news, he noticed when he stopped at that network. It was usually just sports. Or the talk-shows, where they tried too hard to be funny. Well, he laughed anyway.

"Just after being arrested again, two criminals escaped last night with still at this time, no leads," announced his television, well, the lady on his television; Geoff watched casually, "On the same night, a local diamond store was robbed, and reports claim they're assuming both cases are obviously connected. If you have any information regarding either of these or both, please call."

Geoff switched it off, and decided to make himself a sandwich.

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