Author's Note: A few readers asked for some more closure at the end of "Teaching Jeff" and an explanation for Brindle's behavior, etc. So, here are my ideas on those things. I hope you like them. This story starts right after the end of "Teaching Jeff."

Sequel to Teaching Jeff

Chapter 1 An Uneasy Feeling

Bogg sat holding Jeffrey for what seemed like a long time. A soft knock on the door made him look up and a middle-aged woman with a kind face poked her head in and smiled at him.

"I'm Joyce, the night manager, we cleared out a room for you in back so you could be more comfortable," and she held the door open and motioned him to follow. Phineas stood up and followed her, carrying Jeffrey into a small room in the back of the unit. He laid him gently on the bed. He'd been afraid Jeff would wake up with all the jostling he had to do to get around the equipment in the corridor, but it seemed that Jeff was sound asleep. Bogg had no doubts that he hadn't been sleeping well because he never even stirred.

"Thanks," he whispered as Joyce left and he pulled off Jeff's shoes and covered him with the blanket. He was so completely limp that he seemed unconscious. Bogg looked at him; he seemed so vulnerable. He reached up and brushed a curl off his forehead with his thumb. Every once in a while he was struck again by how strong his feelings were for Jeff, and he experienced those feeling yet again as he sat quietly watching him sleep, looking so helpless and trusting. He'd never understood why he had these intense feelings of protectiveness for Jeff, but there was no doubt they were there. He sat beside him thinking that Jeffrey could sleep this soundly because he trusted Bogg to take care of him, to take care of the situation. Children were like that and that made it scary. How could you ever make every situation turn out for the best?

Bogg suddenly found himself feeling a bit uneasy. The way things stood right now, their future was totally in the hands of Dr. Bradshaw and a hand full of other people. Admittedly, Bradshaw did seem like a good man, but aside from Susan, he didn't have a great deal of trust in the others, at least not for something this important.

He moved to an upholstered chair beside the bed and leaned back. As the clock ticked the evening away, he suddenly realized he didn't feel quite so relaxed any more. In fact he started feeling a bit desperate. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned quickly in surprise, but no one was there. So sure was he that he'd felt a hand, that he actually stood up and spoke, "who was that?" he asked the empty room. Then his thoughts flew to the omni and he put his hand on it quickly, sure that someone had taken it, but it was still there, solid and safe under his hand.

"I must be going crazy," he whispered aloud as he sat back down. Maybe he had been asleep. He looked around, everything was quiet and as it should be, so he took some deep breaths and leaned back in the chair.

Again, he felt a hand on his shoulders and something brush against his cheek, and suddenly he reached again for whatever it was that he was sure was behind him. Again, nothing was there, but this time the feeling of the hand didn't disappear as he looked at his shoulder and around the empty room, and suddenly he thought of Jeffrey's mother and somehow, he came to know she was there. His fear seemed to dissolve and he sat still. Then he thought of the omni and felt sure it was working the way it was supposed to. He leaned back tiredly.

"Hey!" he yelled and grabbed the hand as he stood and turned. He fell and hit his head and knee against the frame of the bed.

"Bogg?" Jeff asked in surprise as he sat up in bed. Light was pouring in through a window and he could see Bogg on the floor. He got up and was at Bogg's side before he yelled again.

"Stop!"

"Wake up," Jeff said loudly, shaking his friend.

"Huh?" Phineas said breathing hard and looking around. The light was so bright it hurt his eyes and he put his hand up to cover them. "Jeff?"

"Yeah," and Jeff stood up and went to the window to adjust the shades. When he turned back he saw Bogg's hand go quickly to the omni on his belt.

"It was just a dream," Jeff told him, helping him back onto the chair and smiling.

"Yeah, you all right?" Bogg asked calming down.

"I feel great, but you don't look like you got much sleep," Jeff said smiling. It was morning and he felt refreshed, and better than he'd felt in a long time. Bogg however, looked pretty worn out to him.

"I didn't sleep too good," Bogg admitted. "Kept dreaming about somebody touching my shoulder, but I could never see who it was." He didn't mention that he had felt who it was. "Then I felt like I had to check the omni," he sighed and smiled at Jeff. "You slept like a log though."

"I didn't sleep very good in that house," Jeff told him and smiled.

Bogg looked at the clock, 5am, "how would you feel about taking a trip after we get something to eat?" he asked. He felt a strong need to see where the omni would take them in the few hours before the hearing.

...

During breakfast, Jeff listened to Bogg's theory about why the omni had put them with Blake. As he finished eating he spoke for the first time, "so you really think that the omni might be putting us down in certain places, not just to fix history, but so we can learn something too?"

Bogg paused and shrugged, "according to Judge Owens and Professor Garth, it's possible."

"Well, in Hillsborough, all you learned was that you liked Celeste," Jeff teased.

"Well, okay, maybe not me so much as you," he paused, "look we can debate this later," and Bogg's tone of finality told Jeff there were more important things to do. He looked at the clock, it was 5:30am.

"Hold on to me, I'm putting this in the Automatic Mode, and we'll see what happens. Omnis aren't supposed to work at headquarters, except in the Landing Area and Court Room."

Jeff held onto his arm tightly even though he doubted the omni would function. Immediately they felt themselves flying through the cosmos and he knew he'd been wrong.