Title: Revolution
Author: Bluehaven4220
Summary: Kaelan McIntyre can't cross over, and she knows why. It's her responsibility to bring Jordan and Angela together again before its too late. JordanAngela pairing.
Disclaimer: Do I own My So- Called Life? Hmmmmmmmm... NO. Orginial characters belong to... ME.
She heard the door slam and she jumped. Appearing in the shadows was none other than Jordan Catalano.
"What are you doing in here?" she hugged herself, trying to cover what was so desperately unappealing about her situation.
"Hiding from the world… wanted to be alone." Jordan answered.
"Yeah, join the club… we have cookies…" she looked away, trying to keep warm. The unshed tears in her eyes burned as they threatened to fall.
"Kaelan…" he went and sat with her.
Wait a minute… was he sitting with her?
Snaking an arm around her shoulders, she felt herself flinch.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"No, no, it's not you…" she turned away from him.
Very carefully, she felt him pull her sleeve up. He didn't turn away when he saw the bruise. In fact, he lightly touched two fingers to it. She inhaled sharply. "Did your dad smack you around?"
A loaded question.
"Why would you care?" she snarled.
"Cause my dad used to," he answered. "And I care, Kaelan. I mean that."
"Really? Did your dad rape you too?" she snapped, getting up and brushing herself off. She fumbled in her pocket for her cigarettes. When she couldn't find them, she shot Jordan a dirty look and escaped the boiler room and ran out to the front of the school.
It didn't take him more than two minutes to follow her out. He noticed she had found her cigarettes. Catching his eye, she shoved her hands into her pockets.
"You got a light?" she mumbled around the butt between her teeth.
"Yeah, sure…" he pulled the lighter out of his pocket, flicked it, and held it to the tip. When it lit, she took a drag.
Exhaling, she closed her eyes. "That's better."
He stood with her, lighting his own cigarette. By the time they had both finished their indulgences, she was about to walk away when he stopped her.
"Hey, uh, you need a ride somewhere?" he asked, lightly tugging on the driver's side door handle.
She stopped for a minute. There wasn't anywhere for her to go. She couldn't go home. Hell, she and her mother spent every day trying to get by, like getting away from her dad. "If you can avoid it, Kae, don't come home. Stay with Jordan, or Tino, or… someone else. Just don't come home." Her mother pleaded with her each night.
"Wherever you're going is fine with me," she answered, getting into the front passenger seat. She didn't know where they were going and she didn't care. She just wanted to be… she wanted to feel something.
Her roaming eye wasn't lost on Jordan, who took the opportunity to lean over and kiss her. Red (she knew that's what Jordan had named the car), slowed to a stop in a remote part of Three Rivers. There was no one around, and it wasn't particularly dangerous, what was the harm?
"What are you doing?" she asked against his lips.
Jordan pulled away from her. "Nothing…"
"Do it again," she smiled as he leaned in again and kissed her. She pushed him away a minute later. "Wow…"
Suddenly, she disappeared.
"Where'd you go?" he asked the empty space beside him.
"I haven't gone anywhere…" he heard a whisper behind his ear. "You just can't see me."
"What… what are you talking about?" he whispered as his breath quickened. This girl was freaking him out. He was just talking to her… where had she gone? Suddenly Red jerked forward, through no fault of Jordan's.
"Get out of the car…" she whispered to him again as he hesitated. "Jordan, come on, get out of the car…"
Rolling his eyes, Jordan listened. He popped his door open, and was surprised to see her leaning against the rear passenger door.
"What are you doing?" he asked. He was not one to elongate his sentences. What the hell did elongate mean anyway? Oh well, it was weird, standing outside. He reached over and touched her hair.
It was weightless. Shouldn't hair have some weight to it? When he moved to touch her again, she disappeared.
Jordan backed away from Red. Then he moved forward, hoping maybe to touch her again. No such luck, she wasn't there.
Shaking his head, he slowly got back into the driver's seat and started the engine. By now, it had started thundering and lighting. Not knowing where else to go, he drove to Angela's house.
Running to her door, he pounded on it profusely.
Angela Chase got up from her perch on the couch to go answer the door. Her parents followed her. It was 11:00 at night, who would be banging on the door? Angela looked through the peephole on the door to come face to face with none other than Jordan Catalano.
"Who's at the door?" Patty asked.
Angela turned to her mother and sheepishly put a hand over her face. "It's Jordan…"
"Jordan!" Patty was indignant. "Jordan Catalano? Oh Angela, I told you to stay away from him!"
"Now now Patty, come on, there's got to be some reason why he showed up here in the middle of the night…" Graham tried to soothe his wife.
"I don't even want to know what he's doing here, I don't even…" suddenly the door opened and in stepped Jordan Catalano. "Oh hello, Jordan!" she stopped and answered just a little too cheerily.
"Hi…" he bit his bottom lip and wiped his feet on the hallway carpet. "Can I, uh…" he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the floor. "Can I talk to Angela?"
"Its 11:00 make it quick!" Patty scoffed, leading Graham into the other room.
Angela walked outside with Jordan and stood on the porch, trying to shelter herself from the pouring rain.
"You will not believe what I just saw!" he exclaimed just as soon as she closed the front door.
"Yeah well, I could hardly believe you slept with Rayanne, this shouldn't really surprise me…"
"That's not what this is about…" he insisted, raising his voice.
"Then what is this about?" she raised her voice to match his.
"Whatever…" he brought his hand down violently to his side and turned away from her.
She waited.
"There's this girl… that I used to know," he started. "And… this is weird, I know it's gonna sound totally weird, but I reached out and touched her hair, and she disappeared…"
Angela snorted.
"I'm being serious!" Jordan insisted. "She's nowhere! She disappeared!"
Angela rolled her eyes and opened the door. "That is so incredibly stupid!" she closed the door, leaving Jordan on the porch. Before he turned around, she opened the door again. "I mean, you really expect me to believe that? Come on…"
"Angela, I…" he leaned forward.
"Good night, Jordan…" she closed the door in his face.
Patty slowly rocked the carrier on the couch back and forth as she waited for Angela to come back inside. When she did, Patty looked forlornly in her daughter's direction.
"Did you tell him?"
"No I did not tell him, Mother!" Angela wrapped herself in her flannel shirt. "There's no way I could do that! How can I possibly tell Jordan Catalano, 'hey, remember that time we had sex in the back of your car? Well, look what we have now!' and drop Kelly in his lap!" she went to the car seat and picked up her baby daughter, cradling her.
"You have to tell him sometime," Patti rubbed her own hair. "You haven't seen him in over a year."
"I know…" she took Kelly into the kitchen and took a bottle out of the microwave. Testing it on her free wrist, she deemed it warm enough and offered it to her three month old daughter. "But do you have anything idea how, like, hard it's going to be to tell him? I mean, we were both, like, drunk when we did it, he probably doesn't even remember…"
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Angela got up; Kelly cradled in her arms, and opened the door.
"Angelika!" the eccentric Rayanne Graff held out her arms.
"Rayanne!" Angela stepped into her friend's arms. "Hi…"
"Oh my God, look at her!" Rayanne stepped inside and brushed a finger over Kelly's nose. "You sure do produce some beautiful offspring, Angelika…"
"Thanks Ray…" she smiled, and closed the door behind her friend. With Rayanne in the house, Angela noticed Patty roll her eyes. "Mom, I promise we'll be upstairs. I gotta put Kelly to bed anyway."
Rayanne smiled and trudged up the stairs, Angela following with a hungry baby in her arms. They closed the door to Angela's bedroom, who burped her daughter and placed her into the bassinet.
"So Angelika…" Rayanne reached into her book bag and pull out a lollipop. Tearing off the wrapper, she stuck it in her mouth. "Who's her daddy?"
"You know damn well who her dad is, Rayanne. You slept with him!" Angela spat. The look on Rayanne's face was enough to make her put her hand over her eyes and sigh.
"Oh geez, Rayanne, I'm so sorry…" Angela wiped her tears from her eyes. "Sorry, post partum… shit."
"Ah honey…" Rayanne reached over and hugged her best friend. "It's okay…" Suddenly Rayanne gripped her by the shoulder. "So when are you gonna tell him?"
Angela's mouth dropped open.
