Disclaimer: I don't own FTTD. If you DID sue me, all you'd get is just a couple pennies and some jean lint.
AN: I got this idea on a road trip to NWM. I really hope you like it. I got the hint that more of you wanted a sequel with 'For the Sake of Another', but I didn't have any ideas. I have lots more for the were-Sara though. Read on!

It's Back..... part 1 by Ly the werewolf

Amidst all the ritualistic chaos of highschool, one student walked absent-mindedly through the kid-filled hallways. Stopping at her locker, Sara Goodman shoved her textbooks and binders in the empty space, grabbing for new ones. " *sigh*....End of the day. One of my favorite parts of school!" She mused. After she got all of her necessary supplies, she gently closed her locker and clicked the lock shut, twisting the knob a few times out of habit. As soon as she turned around, she came face-to-face with someone she didn't like very much. " AAHH!!" Sara landed on the ground, very ungracefully on her backside. When she looked up, she was met with the evil eye of the local school bully.
" Hey, why dont'cha watch where you're going, you dumb bitch!" He hollared. Sara rose to her feet and sneered at the boy.
" Yeah, well, why dont'cha get some glasses?" She retorted. She wasn't in the mood. Before the loud-mouthed teenager could respond with more verbal threats, an off-duty teacher wandered over.
" Okay, break it up, you two! Do you want an after-school detention?"Both shook their head no. " Just what I thought. Now run along home!" With that, the teacher trotted off, back to her classroom. The larger teen spat at Sara.
" I'll get you, Goodman. You, and your dorky-ass little brother, too. You'll pay for what you did." After his threats, he turned around and walked away, chatting to his goons. The young teen rolled her eyes, and headed for the exit.
" Me-OW..."

Sara happily hummed a tune as she walked along the familiar path home. Tony and Flint were most likely home now; savouring the sweet rewards of surviving yet another day of school. Oh, how she envied Flint and her brother....so carefree, no pasts to haunt them....Sara shook her head. Even though it happened over six months ago, the horrifying journey and experiance of being the Fabled Were-Sara called to her every day. They arose in her dreams, laughing and taunting her, offering a frightening variety of 'what-ifs'.... " I wish I could see Murlock right now." After they kissed that fateful night, Sara and Murlock Holmes, a fellow time detective, grew noticably closer. Mostly just a bit of cuddling, though. Even though Murlock spent his adolescant years admiring Sara from afar, now that they were together, both were shy and confused on what to do. She would just have to let time take it's course.
" Hey, Goodman!"
" Huh?!" A startled Sara whirled around, only to see the arrogent bully she met earlier. He balled up a fist,and began pounding it into his other open hand.
" I told you I'd get you, Goodman. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do..." He trailed off of his sentence. Suddenly, about ten more guys, roughly his height and weight, popped out of the shadows, every single face sneering at the frightened young girl.
" No....no..please, stay away from me..." she begged. None of them listened: all of them continued their merciless march of death, regardless of her cries. What seemed effortlessly to them, Sara was grabbed from behind and dragged into an alley, kicking and screaming.
" Hold 'er down, you ass-rammers!" the lead bully shouted, as he began to punch Sara repeatedly, all over her body.
" No! Please! Stop it!" Her screams and pleas for help became muffled and garbled; she could feel her mouth filling with blood. Suddenly, just as he was about to take another shot, Sara felt a surge of power and adrenaline rush through her viens. She screamed, and tossed her captors off and sent them flying like ragdolls. Everyone backed away, eyeing her suspiciously. Sara leaned against a wall, breathing heavily. Suddenly, she screamed again, this time falling to the ground in agony. What tranpired next was all a blur. All she could remember was feeling the joy of seeing all of them try to run, but they were just to slow.....

Almost an hour later, she came to. Sara weakly opened her eyes; the sunlight was blinding. She mustered up enough strength to roll onto her back. She blinked again, and shifted her body uncomfortably. Her clothes were wet." That's funny," she weakly spoke. " It doens't look like it rained..." When she looked down at her yellow shirt and lavender cargos, she suddenly wished it had. Nearly every single garment that she wore was soaked with blood. She gasped, and jumped up onto her feet. Sara's face went even more pale at the sight before her: every single guy who attacked her were now strewn all across the alley: in parts. Arms, legs, even the occasional head decorated the dark alleyway like some sick Hallowe'en joke. Hot tears streamed down her face; she knew better than anyone what just happened. Not missing a heartbeat, she ran over to one of the bullies. He was wearing a rather stylish trenchcoat, and, well, since all of her clothes were covered in blood, she promptly removed it and put it on herself. Eyeing her surroudings, she ran off into the noonday sun.

Flint Hammerhead merrily sat down at the kitchen table, preparing himself for a meal that could feed the entire peacekeeper army. He grabbed an entire cooked chicken and stuffed it in his mouth, spitting out the bones afterwards. Tony sweatdropped and leaned over to Flint's father, Rocky Hammerhead. " Uh, are you sure he's not part squirrel, or something?" Rocky looked confused, ( for a granite hammer, anyway...) and questioned him back.
" Whaddya mean? Nope! He's 100% caveboy!" The young teen rolled his eyes.
" No, I mean, look at his cheeks! He looks like a squirrel foreging for food!" The hammer was silent.
" What's a squirrel?" Tony fell to the ground.
" Nevermind....." Suddenly, the front door could be heard being swung open and slammed shut, followed by a great deal of cursing, crying and shuffling around. Dr. Goodman, who just walked in, glanced up to greet his niece home.
" Hi Sa--OH MY GOD!!!" He yelled. The sight before him brought Tony, Flint, Rocky and the other time shifters over to the front door. There stood Sara, covered in blood, her clothes torn and shredded. Dirt and tears smeared her face, as she struggled to keep herself in check. Out of the crowd of time shifters, Lupie (remember him?) squirmed his way out and approached Sara. She backed away defensivly; she knew he could sense what was wrong. The tiny wolf sniffed her pant leg, and backed away in shock.
" What....what is it, Lupie.....?" Sara managed to choke out. Lupie sighed, his voice beginning to crack.
" I'm afraid," he began. " That 'it's' back."
" That 'what's' back?" Lupie turned a cold eye to Tony.
" Why, the Fabled Were-Sara, of course. It's back....."

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Sumimasan!! Sorry, I just didn't have any ideas. Well, you know what to do. Comments, questions, flamers can go f**k themselves, send 'em all in to either kaarons@home.com or just in the review. It'll be read and regarded either way. Thanks for reading!