I don't own the characters or the show

I don't own the characters or the show.

--Chapter 1. 

Jack climbed up into the bus and went straight to his tiny room.  He laid on the bed and flipped open a Game Pro magazine and started reading about the newest Sega games.  It was really quiet only he and Clu were there.  The Bell's decided to do some food shopping because Carey had eaten almost all the food.  Carey and Molly were at rehearsal for tonight's show.  Annie was off doing God only knows what.  Clu was taking a nap in his room.  Jack was really enjoying the silence.  He forgot how much he missed it.

            He wished it could last forever.  Jack was so sick of everything around here; he wished Fi would come back so he would able to stay at Aunt Melinda's house himself.  He considered asking permission to go there or Aunt Rachel's hell he didn't care where.  Touring wasn't fun for him, he had no musical talent, was sick of hearing the same songs over and over.  Seeing Carey and Clu and their sibling bond made him miss Fiona.  Annie was a reminder that Jack was now playing second in this mom's heart, well actually third, Fi takes second place.

            "I would love for this quietness to last forever."  He said out loud while closing his eyes to take a short little nap.

Jack looked up with disgust when he heard his mom and Carey walk in.  He wasn't ready for the quiet time to end.  It had only been an hour.  They were defiantly not being quiet, laughing, talking at near full volume.  Jack jumps up the bed, picks up his pillow and throws it at the door with all his might.  Just missing the lamp.  They weren't suppose to be back for at least another two hours!  He thought while pouting to himself.

"Hey honey, me and Carey are going to order a pizza, do you want some?"  She didn't even knock or ask permission to come in.

"Sure whatever."  He wasn't hungry but he knew his mom would ask what's wrong if he answered no.  He followed his mom out of the room into the kitchen area where Carey was on the phone.

"Yes I'd like to order 2 large pizzas.  The first one with pepperoni and sausage.  For the second extra cheese and ham.  Yes, I'll be picking it up, ok thank you."  He hung up the phone and squealed like a kid on Christmas, damn it wasn't like he didn't have pizza at least once a week.

Clu wasn't in the front room; Jack found it strange that he could still be sleeping.  He's not one for long naps plus it really was quite loud.

"Is Clu still in his bedroom?"  He decided he'd ask if anyone knew or not.

"No I just went back there before I got you."  Molly answered while pouring some juice.

"He must likely went somewhere with Annie."  Jack said, but why hadn't he heard him leave?  It's hard not to hear things like that in such a small living area.  He decided he was in a deeper sleep than he thought previously.

"I'm going to go fetch the pies, anyone want to join me?"  Carey asked a few minutes later.

"Sure, I need to get something at the store so I'll gladly join you."  Molly answered.

"I'll stick around here if that's all right?"  Jack said while crossing his fingers in hopes there would be a nasty traffic jam and they'd be gone for hours.

"Of course it is honey.  We'll see you in a little bit."  They then left and got into the blue rented car.  It was decided whenever they were to be in a certain town for three days or more they would rent a car, sometimes two, to make running errands a bit easier.  They weren't able to last year because of lack of money but now that wasn't a worry.

 Silence yet again had come to surround Jack and he loved it.  He sat down on the couch and turned on the newly bought TV.

"….tonight at 8 there will be a concert by Molly Phil…"  Jack quickly switched the set off, he was sick of hearing those two words Molly Phillips every time he turned around.  Jack then decided to finish reading his Game Pro magazine before Clu asks to borrow it, because when that happens the magazine is gone forever.

The door opened, Jack didn't look up figuring his mom and Carey were back.

"Jack help with the groceries."  It wasn't Molly but the other lady of the bus Irene.  Jack sighed and walked outside to unload the rust filled pickup truck.  Ned and Irene stayed on the bus to allow Jack to do all the work himself, hey they bought the food the least he could do was unload it.  Jack couldn't believe the amount of food they had brought, it was enough to feed an army, but with the Bell sons it would be gone in three days.

"There all taken care of."

"Thanks Jack."  Irene told him from the seat he had been using previously.  Ned was lying on the couch with his eyes closed but Jack didn't think he was asleep.  In a matter of moments Jack had been kicked out of the front living area, he knew he could stay in there with them but he'd rather have rabbits chew his toes off.  So he retreated back into his bedroom.

Not even being in the room for three minutes the bus was over taken by the sound of snoring.  Ned was one of those loud snorers that could be heard for a three-mile radius.  Everyone had to wear earplugs to bed just to help lessen a fraction of the noise.

"All I want is some quietness is that too much to ask for?!"  Jack muttered under his breath while throwing that same pillow, this time hitting the lamp.  He didn't bother to clean up the broken glass he really didn't give a damn about it.  Surely Irene would come in see what the noise was and she'd take care of it.

Several minutes past and there was no Irene in sight.  Jack decided perhaps he should clean it up before someone walked in and stepped on the pieces.  He looked at his watch and counted the minutes since Carey and his mom had left, he decided they would be back any moment.  Actually they should have been back by now, but it was unfamiliar city, making it easy to get lost.  Irene and Ned were gone as well, at least they weren't in the front living area.

"What the hell!?"  Jack said while looking around him for any sign for where they might of gone so suddenly.  He loved the silence, but this silence was giving him a creepy feeling.  Something was wrong, very wrong.