Disclaimer: Nothing in this story is mine besides the plot and all original characters.

A/N: Ok I had this dream the other night and Charlie was in it and there was a gunfight at my old school so I decided to add onto the dream and share because I began to wonder what would happen…

Prologue

Charlie was surprised when he got the call from Susan Fault two days ago. She had been one of his best students and graduated head of her class. She hadgotten a job as a math teacher for Washington Memorial High School; a local public school in a small rundown part of LA. She enjoyed her job but recently she noticed that one of her classes wasn't doing as well as they were in the beginning of the year. When she asked them why they were doing so poorly they said they didn't' think that math could relate to the real world.

And that's why she called Charlie.

Charlie gave a lecture in each of his classes explaining how math is the real world and that nothing would exist without it. Susan called Charlie to ask if he would give that speech to her class to see if it opened their closed minds. Charlie of course couldn't resist explaining the importance of math to people and told her that he would be happy to.

He was biking over to Washington Memorial during his free period and was still marveling that Susan remembered all that he said five years earlier. He was afraid that he'd be late but now glancing at his watch henoticed that it wasonly 1:56 andrealized that he'd make it therejust a few minutes late.

He approached the school, quickly chained his bike to the fence and ran up the steps with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He found classroom # 104 easily and looked through the window to make sure he had the right room.

He saw his former student exactly the way he remembered. She was slightly shorter than he was, her blond hair was put up into a bun, and she wore glasses that you'd expect a librarian to wear that hid soft blue eyes. She was wearing a black turtleneck and skirt that went down to her knee. That was the Susan Charlie knew five years prior.

Some things never change.

He was out of breath but only nine minutes late for the class. Not bad considering how far he had to bike. He straightened his dark green tee shirt under his thin black dress shirt and looked down at his jeans and tennis shoes. Did he dress too casual?

Before he had a chance to ponder that Susan opened the door and smiled at him.

"Professor Eppes," she greeted. "It's so nice to see you again."

"It's nice to see you too Susan and please call me Charlie. You're not my student anymore" He smiled at her.

"Alright Charlie. Come in," she opened the door wider to admit him and ushered him to the front of the classroom. He placed his backpack on the desk in front of him and turned to face the rowdy class.

"Class!" Susan said shouting over the noise, which slowly subsided as the students saw the visitor in the room. "That's better," she said softer, hands on her hips. "Now class I want to introduce you to a very interesting person." She walked over to Charlie and put a hand in his shoulder. "This is Professor Charles Eppes."

Charlie waved his hand shyly and blushed. He never really liked being introduced to very large groups of people. He heard a couple of girls whispering and giggling quietly in the back of the room and his blush deepened.

"He's a mathematics professor at CalSci and was my teacher when I went there," she continued. "I've asked him to come here today to illustrate why math is so important in life. So I'm going to let him explain." She walked to the side of the room and leaned against the wall giving Charlie room to work.

Charlie opened his bag and pulled out three things; a daisy, a nautilus shell, and a framed picture of the solar system. He set them next to each other on the desk and turned back to the class. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Susan answered it.

A little old woman with gray hair was standing on the other side. "Excuse me Ms. Fault but you have a phone call from your sister."

"Oh," she said sounding surprised. "Thank you Mrs. Alderman." The lady bustled away as Susan turned to Charlie. "Do you mind if I step out for a few minutes?"

"No, of course not," Charlie said.

"Thank you. I'll be right back." And with that she left Charlie alone with her class.

Charlie looked back at the students when he noticed that they were all positioned in a particular fashion. In the first few rows of students were the ones who wanted to learn. He knew this because they all had their notebooks open and their pens were ready to write. And he knew that the rest of the class had probably dubbed this group the nerds.

In the middle of the room was the group that Charlie recognized as the almighty popular group that Don was always a part of. They were the cool people with the cool clothes and the beautiful faces. The jocks mingled in with them and some of them were trying to act cool by wearing those expensive clothes and by gelling their hair to perfection. 'Oh the fashion of today's world', Charlie mused silently to himself.

And in the back, not even filling in the entire few rows, were about half a dozen kids wearing ratty looking clothes and had eyes that were dark and seemed haunted. They looked like the kids that Charlie saw in a case file that he helped Don work on. It had to do with when and where gang rallies would occur in downtown LA. They all wore almost identical clothing. White wife-beaters and jeans.

Charlie remembered when he went to high school with Don. His brother wanted nothing to do with him. He tried to think of what group he'd be in now and decided somewhere between a nerd and an outcast. No one wanted anything to do with him when he was in school and he didn't have any friends. But that was ok because he became more intent on his schoolwork.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a student's whisper from somewhere around the room.

"I'm sorry," he said realizing that he'd spaced out again. "I was just thinking about when I went to high school. I was much younger than you were but that doesn't matter. Ok about math…" He was going to continue and start explaining what he'd come to explain but he was interrupted by a voice.

"How were you younger than us? Don't all people start high school at the same age," a boy sitting in the cool section of the class asked leaning back in his chair. His blond hair was spiked to perfection and his clothes definitely were new. He had a smirk on his face and Charlie knew that he was a class clown.

A few people snickered at his question.

"What's your name?" Charlie asked not in the least put out.

"Pete Haddix," the boy said still smirking.

"Well Mr. Haddix I started high school when I was nine years old, which was slightly younger than you."

"Why did you start school so young?" another voice asked. This time a pretty tan skinned, blond girl asked the question popping her gum.

"And your name is…" Charlie waited for a response from the girl.

"Ashley Rogers," she said popping her pink gum again.

"Well Ms. Rogers, lets just say I understood things quicker than most other kids my age and they kept putting me ahead," Charlie said. "Ok so back to math."

He started slowly pacing back and forth in front of the room.

"Did you know that you use math every day; probably without even realizing it?" he asked stopping his pacing to look at them.

No one moved.

"You do." He insisted as he noticed their blank faces. "OK let me give you a few examples. Telling time, handling money, finding out what temperature it is, even changing the channel number you're on while you're watching television. All of those include numbers. So you see math is everywhere."

The children still didn't respond just stared at him blankly. Charlie then realized that more than half the class didn't want to be there.

He turned to the objects on the desk. "Does anyone know what the objects here have in common?"

No one answered. "Any guesses?" He stood there for a few more seconds before anything happened.

A petite girl in the front row with her auburn hair in pigtails and her large glasses askew raised her hand.

"Name?" he asked pointing to her.

"Abby Pentser," she said quietly.

"What do you think they have in common Ms. Pentser?"

"Well, they all spiral," she said quietly.

"Exactly," he said and he smiled. He picked up the flower and showed the class the spiraling sequence with his finger. "The number of pedals in each row is the sum of the proceeding two rows. It's the Fibonacci Sequence."

The class looked at him curiously for a second before he realized that he had to explain.

"Leonardo Fibonacci was a twelfth century mathematician and he founded this sequence. The Fibonacci Sequence, in its boiled down form, is a math equation consisting of specific numbers. These numbers are quite interesting because they occur throughout both nature and art. So for example…"

He turned around to write the beginning of the sequence on the board. He didn't notice the movement from the back of the room as half a dozen kids opened their bags.

He was still jabbering about Leonardo Fibinnaci so he didn't hear the clicks of whatever they were fiddling with. He had no forewarning about what was to come.

BANG

A/N: I've been working on this for a long time now and I just suddenly thought why not post it. I have five chapters I think almost finished but it may be awhile. I started writing this after the episode where Charlie started talking about Leonardo Fibinnaci and Terry was still Don's main partner then so I think I'm gonna keep going with that because that's how I started it.

Oh ad like I said before this was based on a dream I had. The last school I went to was a small Catholic grammar school. So my dream was actually humorous. There were a bunch of 1st graders running around with guns shooting people (which I find funny looking back on it) but then randomly Don and Charlie ran up and down the hallway. So that is the basis of this fic and my inspiration.

OK weird! Last night I had a dream that one of my friends died by a gunshot in the same situation. woah...now my fics are controlling my dreams...really bad dream. woke up screaming!

Please review because I put my heart into this and have taken a lot and lot of time for this.

Thankies!

TheDudeLordOfFantasy a.k.a. Kathleen