Author's Note: Yes, an AU fanfic. I got this idea and I figured it wouldn't hurt to post it and see what happened. I will also probably kick myself for this later because I also have the sequel to The Littlest Lisbon to write and that's going to be a multi-chapter fic as well(I'm working on it, for those of you waiting for it, I promise!). But, I wanted to post this and it's also a bit of a change from my other stuff-as it is my first very AU fic. We'll see how I handle two multi-chapter fics. I'm going to do my best! Hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I never owned the Mentalist.

The alarm went off and Patrick grumbled, reaching out to the nightstand to slam his hand on the 'off'' button. His first day of 'normal' life. Whoop. Dee. Do. So far, it was sucking. He was tired and why was he up at-did that say seven AM? Patrick groaned, burying his face in the pillow. He heard Charlotte giggling in the hallway, probably excited for her first day of school. At least one of them was excited.

"Hurry up, Patrick." Susan knocked on the door and then opened it to peek inside. "Get up or you're going to be late."

"Right." Patrick yawned sarcastically. "Because I cared so much in the first place."

"Don't try and be a smart ass with me, young man." Agent Darcy told him sternly. "Get up. Now." With that, she shut the door and went to attend to Charlotte.

Patrick made his voice high pitched and mockingly mimicked Susan's words under his breath as he stumbled out of bed. One hand scratched his head as he picked up the uniform he was given and had thrown lazily onto a chair in the corner. He picked it up and headed to the bathroom to change and get ready.

Patrick gave himself one last look over before leaving the bathroom. He wasn't really sold on the uniform, but it wasn't the worst atrocity of an outfit he had ever seen. He could live with it. There was a crisp white button-down collared shirt, grey sweater vest with a logo on the left breast, black pants and a black blazer. To finish it off, he put on the red tie that was also a part of the uniform, though that had presented a small challenge. He checked one last time to see that his curly hair looked fine and left the bathroom to grab some breakfast before leaving for school.

-Mentalist-

Patrick stepped through the big front iron gates of St. Peter's High and looked around the schoolyard that was bustling with students in uniforms. He noticed that the shirts of the uniform were the same for both boys and girls, but the bottoms were different. The girls seemed to wear plaid skirts or fitted black pants. He made his way into the building and found the main office quickly. It was basically right inside the front doors and labelled for his-and everyone else's-convenience.

"How can I help you?" a woman with curly red hair that was pulled back into a bun asked him from behind her desk. Judging from her desk, she was an organized person. Probably a romantic at heart from her sweet demeanour, but still most likely single since he didn't see a ring.

"I'm here to see the principal." Patrick replied, glancing at the name plaque that sat on the desk.

C. Frye

He stored that name away, just in case he were to need it again.

Ms. Frye picked up the phone on her desk, dialled a short number and had a quick exchange of words with someone on the other end. Finally, she hung up. "Okay." She said, looking up at him. "Down that hall. Last door on your right."

"Thank you, Ms. Frye." Patrick smiled politely.

"You're welcome." She smiled back.

Patrick made his way down the short hallway and knocked on the proper door.

"Come in," a man's voice said from the other side of the door.

Patrick obeyed quickly, shutting the door behind him.

There was a kind of balding man sitting in an office chair behind a desk in the office. He had on a crisp suit with a tie. Giving off the overall impression of a very professional man, possibly into the petty tyranny thing, especially since he was a high school principal. "Patrick Jane, right?" The man stood up and held out his hand. Patrick shook it and nodded. "I'm Principal Bertram. Welcome to St. Peter's High."

"Thank you, sir." Patrick smiled.

"Here is your schedule." Bertram handed him a piece of yellow paper with a chart on it. "You will have to meet your guidance councilor tomorrow since he is sick today, but other than that, you can feel free to jump right in."

"That's good to hear." Patrick replied politely.

"Do you have any questions, or should I let you be on your way now?"

"I think I'll be able to figure it all out, thank you."

"Okay." Bertram nodded. "Have a good time. And good luck on your first day."

"Thank you." And with that, Patrick left, waving at Ms. Frye as he exited the office and headed off in search of his first class.

Author's Note: That's the first chapter. Sorry that it was kind of short. Please let me know if you think I should continue. There will be longer chapters if I continue this story. I just felt this was a good spot to end the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Leave a review, please and thank you! =3