Part One may be found here: /s/4478609/1/

Please excuse any confusing author's notes as up to Chapter 11, this was posted with Part One until I figured that the story would be way to big and overwhelming to publish in one fanfiction. That isn't to say that the parts aren't related, of course, but they can be read in a fairly enjoyable manner by themselves, if you would like. For example, if you didn't like the way Part One was going, you're probably going to like this one a lot better.

Thanks. :)

Part Two

Chapter One: Michael

The clock flashed six a.m. and blared very loudly.

If Michael had been sleeping on his bed, he would've fell off from the way he twisted and rolled himself to hold his head and ears to try to muffle the sound. After ten more beeps, he came to his senses and remembered to somehow use his hands and press the button so that the sound would stop.

Six, he thought weakly. Early.

A second later, he pushed himself to sit up and lean upon his bed. "Shit!" he swore, seeing the clump of blankets he fell asleep on the floor with. He also squeezed his head with palms. It really hurt.

"Hey," he swatted his fingertips at the clump. "I need to jet. Can you get across the Channel by yourself?"

The clump stretched itself out, revealing a head of soft sandy hair and smiling face. The girl smiled, looked into Michael's eyes, crawled up to her hands and knees, and pressed her lips against his.

"Stop it!" Michael pushed her face away and grasped his head again. Shit, shit, shit, he thought. As if from an angel, he grabbed the bottle of water on his bedside table and chugged most of it before remembering the girl next to him.

The girl took the offered bottle thankfully and finished it off. She was beginning to come to her senses as well, and took note of where she was. "Where am I?"

"London," Michael combed his hair through his fingers and started going through his drawers to find something to wear. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his day clothes last night, and neither had she.

The girl blinked wildly and looked about the room. She could remember a window... yes, the wide window that overlooked a park, and that someone told her it was Queen's Park. She also remembered the window on the ceiling that had a terribly romantic view of the stars. Apart from the country blue paint of the wall, the whole place was new to her. "Oh," she said, still dazed.

Michael quickly took off his black shirt to pull over a white one, which he accompanied with a black vest. "I've got to go, but I can take you as far as the Channel."

"Channel?" the girl tried on the word.

"The English Channel. The strip of water that separates London from Paris? Oh well, c'mon." He threw his trousers in the corner and put on a pair of jeans. Then, he led the girl downstairs.

A younger boy sat on a stool at the kitchen's granite counter. He was eating a bowl of cereal and milk with a plastic spoon.

Michael immediately went to the refrigerator for some orange juice. "You know, you shouldn't have set my alarm for me."

The boy yawned. "With each and every tiny step you take towards being expelled, Mum puts a knife closer to my throat because I'm not helping you out."

The older brother finished pouring a glass for himself, and offered one to the girl. She declined. "Bull. You could've just told me today was going to be Monday so I could set it myself and get my own hangover water."

Charlie took in another spoonful of his cereal. "It's Tuesday," he said. "You missed school yesterday."

While Michael made no reaction to this, his brother noticed the girl. "Hi," he said kindly.

"Good morning," said the girl.

Charlie blinked. "What she say?" he asked his brother.

"She said, 'Good morning,'" responded Michael.

Charlie finished his breakfast and stood up. "Oh. Er, guten tag," he said to her.

The girl smiled uneasily.

Michael sighed. "You're an idiot. She's French."

"I know. That is French, isn't it?"

His brother shook his head in disgrace.

Charlie placed his empty bowl and plastic spoon in the dishwasher. "That's the third French girl since the end of summer. I thought you were starting to go to Madrid more often."

Michael leaned upon the counter, downing his orange juice. "Yeah, Gordo said we're going this Thursday."

"While you're there, can you pick me up some of those churros? I've been craving them for the past week."

Michael leaned in very close to his brother and looked at him with angel eyes. "Can you get me a ride to the Academy?"

He took a deep breath. "Yes..."

"Alright then, chocolate and churros it is."

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About six minutes later, Michael and the girl were squeezed together in the backseat of Charlie's car. The hood was down, as it took after those old-timer convertibles, but without a trunk as the space under the seats was enough for cargo. It was also about half the size of an antique car in terms of width, and could only comfortably fit three people. Also, as it was a model specifically built for electrokinetics, it was painted with a signature electric blue with robin's egg blue upholstery.

Charlie walked up to his pride and joy, but noticed the extra passenger with a sigh.

"Where are we taking her? Dover?" he asked, taking off his shoes and placing his bare feet on the large metal panel at the floor of the driver's seat. They emitted a blue spark at the point of contact, and the car immediately retracted its wheels and hovered itself about a foot in the air.

With a yawn, Charlie put his hands on the steering wheel, and the car hovered to a height of about ten feet. He changed the gear and they were off.

Queen's Park was a lovely part of London all but two of its residences being unoccupied since Year Zero. Apart from the Fergusons, a couple with no children lived on the other side of the neighborhood. When they were younger, Michael and Charlie both imagines it to be an absolutely beautiful place before the virus, but now the neglected homes were taken over by chipped paint, overgrown plants, and a whole colony of cats. Nevertheless, this sort of emptiness allowed Charlie to drive so fast without running into one, so it was a fair trade off.

"I've never seen London before," the girl said suddenly, looking past the current residential estates to the city skyline.

Michael laughed. "There's nothing much to see," he said, commenting on the part of the city center that she referred to. "That there's the Old City. See the big-ass Ferris wheel?"

She nodded.

"That'd be the London Eye, and I guess people thought they were up real high when they got to the top of it. And that clock tower over there?" Michael pointed to the other side.

"Yes. Was it a church?" asked the girl.

Michael shook his head. "No, Parliament used to meet there. It's far too large for the government to use and maintain now. I think it's a museum of some kind."

By the time he had finished talking, they had already crossed the River Thames, and were heading towards the coast. It took ten more minutes to reach Dover, where the girl thanked Michael and bravely said that she could get on the ferry herself. It was only once he had gone that she remembered that she hadn't asked for his phone number.

About a half hour of driving later, the Academy came into view. Charlie sighed, and his car slowed, lowering to the ground and eventually extending its wheels to drive across the parking lot that sat cozily next to the pink brick wall that covered the entire monster of the building. They saw that they were not late at all as students from all across the grounds were climbing the walkway toward the two main entrances.

Charlie put his shoes back on and swung his bookbag across his shoulder. He asked Michael if he had his, but he responded that bookbags were for squares. In a snap, they both sighed in disgust, turned apart from each other, and approached the school from a different entrance.

A/N: Huzzah! The story continues! Sorry for the delay, but I'm not sure any of you actually care so, eh. Review please so that I can be happy. D You like making people happy, don't you? Doesn't matter if they're decent reviews or not, flaming es muy interesante, no?