Author's Note and Disclaimer: I do not own Pendragon; I wish! The awesome awesomeness that is Pendragon belongs to D.J. MacHale. I'm just hoping to entertain myself, my friends, and those fans that are waiting eagerly for the next book to come out :3 That in mind, I've read all the books, so, I apologize if there are any spoilers. And, also, there are some things which, you may notice, I have chosen to blatantly ignore. Say it ain't so! But, remember, this is just for the fun of it all. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for reading. Hobey ho, let's go, and all that!

C.V. Spike, November 20, 2007

Pendragon, Journal #1 (for simplicity's sake)

(a.k.a. Strange Things Afoot at the Circle K)

We've got a problem, guys. We knew the time would finally come, when Saint Dane would attack our home. And, I know I said you guys would get to play a part in it. And you will. I promise. Just, not yet.

I guess the best way to say it is that, for now, at least, we've got to play the Spy card. And let me tell you, it's nothing like those movies with all the fancy gadgets and behind-the-scenes dudes. In fact, it's probably more like 'a pair of wigs, contacts, and a cheap apartment with leaky pipes'.

That in mind, I'm writing to you from Chicago- yep. The windy city. So, I am here, on Second Earth- it's just that this particular stage of the game's got me a few hundred miles from my usual teammates.

If I could've, I would've brought you guys, Mark and Courtney. But, regretfully, that seemed a little impossible. No matter how many times I thought about it, I couldn't come up with an explanation for taking you to Chicago with me that would satisfy your parents. Still, I'm hoping I can rely on you guys to try not to go nuts until it's time for you to help out.

Anyhow, though, I couldn't do this alone- well, I guess I could've, but this particular missions seemed more like a two-man job. With that said, after contemplating my choices, I narrowed it down to one guy as being the most suitable for the job- Vo Spader. After all, he'd been to First Earth before, so it'd take away some of the shock, right?

So, I'd flumed to the abandoned subway tunnel, and I'd gotten a letter giving me the essential details of this shindig (yeah, not the usual, huh? But more on that later). After deciding that Vo was the man for the job, you can guess where I went. I won't go into much detail on my short trip to Cloral, but I've gotta say, it's great when you don't have to worry about quigs. I also gotta say it's pretty handy to have your boss in on the Traveler gig, because after a quick chat with Yenza and a mug of sniggers, we were off to Second Earth. As always, the flume seems to put us just where we need to be in time, because there was a letter waiting for us when we got there.

Bobby. Vo.

Bobby, as you already know, all is not well on Second Earth. The only thing is, we don't know what's wrong just yet. Our former letter informed you of the possibility of using espionage to your advantage. Vo, I thank you personally for standing up and coming to our aid. Things have been arranged for you in Chicago, Illinois. Airline tickets and some money can be found in this envelope. (Further money has been wired to a bank in Chicago if necessary; you can thank Gunny for making this possible).

I hope you don't mind that I've been looking into this without telling you. I know it's not the place of an acolyte to direct a Traveler, but I think I've really got something here. I'm sure you can agree that you need all the help you can get, and we acolytes simply wish we could help you more.

The letter was unsigned, like the one I'd gotten when I first arrived here, without Spader. I know it's not typical, but it's kind of nice not having to figure everything out for once, you know? Even though it's really just a lead, it's pretty nice.

"So we get to be spies, mate?" Spader asked, seeming at least mildly excited at the prospect.

"Yup," I replied. "Just like in the movies." At seeing Spader's puzzled expression, I couldn't help but smile. "You'll see," I added. I also vowed then and there that, at some point on this journey, I'm getting Spader to a movie theater.

And so we go.

xXxXx

After changing into Second Earth gear (a red t-shirt that had the word 'green' printed across it in black and khakis for me, a white shirt, black jacket, and blue jeans that didn't fit very well, but definitely didn't fit me, for Spader), we set off. Spader mumbled something, but I didn't quite hear him- I was more distracted by a sound outside the door to the flume…

And let me tell you, there were definitely a lot of quigs here. The sound I'd heard was one of them scratching about at a wall, probably trying to catch a rat or something. But as soon as they heard us, every pair of yellow eyes found us. And, seemingly all as one, they pounced.

Being the brave Travelers we are, we of course did the noble thing- we turned tail and ran.

"Mate! What's this?" Spader asked. He had a spraycan in his hands. He'd probably asked the question earlier. I didn't really figure this was the time to figure out what a mystery bottle was, but handing it to me, I could see that it said clearly on it 'pepperspray'. Of course, Spader wouldn't really know what pepperspray was- but I did. Knowing the quig-dogs were right behind us, I tried to aim behind me, and did a quick horizontal shot of the air behind me, catching one quig right in the face.

The sound of their pained howling was one of the most terrible things I think I've ever heard in my life. Definitely not the most terrible, but, certainly up there on the list. Their powerful noses were probably bleeding due to the stuff, and some of them probably had gotten it in their eyes, too. There were a lot, though, so it wasn't like one shot would do the trick. However, it did a lot in hindering them, and we managed to get out of the place unscathed- which was awesome, by the way. Whoever put the pepperspray in that jacket, you're my hero. If we plan a return, we're definitely gonna want to make sure we have that.

There was a moped waiting for us outside. It was a fairly crappy moped, scratched up, but full of fuel. A note attached to it said 'This'll get you to the city, at least. Then ditch it.' So we crammed onto the thing, with me driving, and zoomed off to the city. After ditching the moped in an alleyway, we hailed a cab, and headed off for our departure airport.

I could barely believe what would come next- Travelers, traveling! Traveling like everybody else! Oh man. Flumes- if they can't get you there, well, there's always commercial airlines!

And I was sure Spader was gonna just love it.

Please review! Let me know if I should keep writing or not! And yes. It does mark it as a comedy. It's coming- you just have to give it time to get there. I'm doing my best to write and word things as I think Pendragon would. Which means I've gotta save the best things for… middle-ish! X3

Also, as a slight glimpse into the future, you'll get to see some of Spader's journals, too! Just wait for it:D

Thanks for reading! With your support, Journal #2 should be coming soon!

(Note: 'Strange Things Afoot at the Circle K'- Reference to Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure)