Hey Y'all! First chapter of part 2! I've been waiting to do this story! Ok, I don't own MBC. If I did, Violet, Chloe, Celia, Lissa, Riley, and Evan (He has a name!) would be in the show, I only own them. So here goes.

He was gone. The memory was still fresh in Chris Hale's mind as he walked to his friend's house.

"Hey buddy." Danny Jackson said enthusiastically as he jogged down Cathy Smith's driveway, where an intense game of rock-paper-scissors was underway.

"Hey." Chris replied, his voice monotone. Danny smiled sadly, it had been three months since his little brother, John went missing.

"You know, when I woke up this morning, I sort of thought that..." Chris trailed off.

"He'd be there?" Danny asked, slinking his arm around Chris's shoulder as they walked up the driveway.

"And saying 'Hey Chris, can I come to the clubhouse with you please?'" Chloe was on her computer typing furiously. Ever since John went missing, she and Chris had been on a mad search for evidence.

"What do you got so far?" Sam asked as she abandoned watching Violet and Cathy play rock-paper-scissors.

"Nothing much, just the fact that Glor wants John for some evil plan." Sam sulked as she looked up at the two boys walking up the driveway.

"Hey, Chloe's just looking for evidence right now."

"I don't wanna help." Chris said as he sat down on the pavement, his back facing the yellow house. Violet strolled over to him slowly.

"It'll be ok. We'll find him."

"It's been three months Violet, my mom's been a nervous wreck every time I leave the house. My sister won't stop crying for more than ten minutes. And it's taken it's toll on me too."

"Aha! Got it!" Chloe yelled as she leaned in closer to her screen. "Glor's still in jail. I've checked several times in the last three months. And Nossida just seemed to want to get rid of Chris. So I've come to the conclusion that Nossida was just Glor's little errand boy. He admitted that himself, but this proves it!" Chloe explained.

"What proves it?" Danny asked.

"I found a communicator on the ground at the side of the house yesterday, it was hidden pretty well under a dead bush. It was Nossida's, used to contact Glor right before the attack went underway!"

"Nice work, now we just have to figure out where he went." Sam said, as she began to type something into her phone.

"Thank you guys, for everything. I know I've been kind of a third wheel these past three months." Chris said, a smile on his face.

"No problem buddy. All part of the job description of being an MBC member and friend." Danny replied. His voice had lost it's usual confidence. Mr. Smith came out of the house, just in time to see Chris walk towards where Chloe was sitting.

"Morning Chris."

"Morning Mr. Smith." Hugo Smith walked down the steps slowly. Then he approached the boy with a book in his hands.

"Here, this is a book about everything that might help you find John. I just found it tucked away on a bookshelf.

"What's up with us and just finding helpful stuff now?" Cathy asked, limping over to Chris.

"Hey easy, you just got clearance to get out of bed Cathy." Chris said as he helped her sit down.

"It's a stepping stone to finding John.

With John:

John walked slowly down the street, not wanting any attention drawn to him. Everyone that he talked to knew that Nossida had taken him prisoner three months earlier. And that was plenty reason enough to want nothing to do with him.

"Getting into trouble with Nossida a little early today, aren't we John?" Jackie Reynolds asked the younger boy. Jackie, sixteen, was the only person that John really talked to when he got out and took walks. Unlike most people, she wasn't concerned about Nossida.

"No way, I'm only in trouble if I get caught." John replied.

"Got you! Thought you could get away did you?" Nossida growled as he picked John up by his shirt.

"I'm in trouble."

"Let him go Nossida, he's been here for three months. He needs to go home." Jackie said, picking up her broom and raising it over her head.

"No." Nossida replied. Jackie slammed the broom against Nossida's arm with brute force, but to her surprise, it snapped in two! He chuckled slightly, as if the attack only tickled him. John had managed to get loose from Nossida when he was busy dusting off his arm. He ran as fast as he could to the spaceship Nossida kept hidden, he had made this attempt several times before in the last three months. But all of them had failed. He laughed as he scrambled into the ship. Locking the door, he lifted the ship off of the ground, and he headed home.

A/N: Yes, the chapter doesn't make the MOST sense. But in my defense, I am very tired.