Welcome. In this story there will be a chess motif if you haven't guessed by the title. Also this story will be taking place during "The Theme Team," "Knock, Knock" and "The Dance" so there will be parts from the episodes appearing. This story was suggested by CMR Rosa and I added some of my own little creativity to it. Yeah, I basically made Quentin Basil's Lynch but he's also going to be really different. Enjoy and review.

On a Crutch

Basil Hagen sighed as he walked to school. Once again he was on a crutch. A pin in the heel via voodoo was painful. Voodoo masters, cyborg generals… when did Basil's life turn into one of his father's planned but unwritten books?

Walking with Basil was his girlfriend Cherie Burlyn. She was a nice girl and had been on the same strange adventure the previous day.

"We both talked to Lee, he has RadCircles phone, he's got it cracked I think by this time Friday Lee will be as free as a… gold fish." Cherie stared at Basil with a raised eyebrow. She knew that Basil had a fear of birds but did he really have to use a different type of animal? "Yeah, that doesn't work as well as bird but what other choices do I have?"

"What other choice in deed?" Basil and Cherie both turned to see Quentin Berkhart. His hair was black like coal and his eyes an icy blue. His skin tone identified him as one of Egyptian ancestry just as Basil's identified him as being of Greek-Italian. His accent was British that obviously meant he was not born in Canada or he had been and grown up in Britain. But Basil was no Sherlock Holmes. For all he knew the accent could have been fake. "You know Basil you should stay home in bed so you don't hurt your foot. It can always get worse you know."

"What do you want, Quentin?" Basil didn't sound happy to see Quentin. In fact he sounded hostile.

"I just want to see Cherie, to talk to her, is that too much to ask?" Quentin's voice was somewhere between high pitched and deep voiced. Fittingly he was somewhere between slow and fast-talker. There was just something about him that made Basil not trust Quentin. "Now go, get to class grey eyes."

"Fine with my injury I better get there quickly." Basil walked or rather hobbled up the steps of A. Nigma High.

With Basil gone, Quentin walked slowly towards Cherie. "Why would someone like him care about you?" Cherie began to shiver as Quentin whispered venomous words into her ear. "Just by looking at him you can tell he only thinks of you as a trophy." Quentin laughed quietly. "Yes, he doesn't care about you… nobody does." Quentin then sighed. "Sadly, I don't think anyone cares about you: friends, family, fellow cheerleaders… except for me." There was charismatic tone to Quentin's voice. The black king did not belong with the white queen the white queen belonged by the side of the white king. "How would you like to be mine, Cherie, my sweet?" Quentin placed his hands on Cherie's arms.

Cherie shivered. Quentin's hands were like ice. "I wouldn't be with you willingly or lawfully." Cherie pulled away from Quentin's grasp.

Quentin just couldn't understand it. Why would a muse want to be with demon instead of a god? Why would a queen want to be with a pawn instead of a king? Why would a woman want to be with a condemned man instead of a free one? It just didn't make any sense. "Why not?"

"Because I know Basil better than you do! He doesn't like me he loves me! He's the sweetest boy I've ever met." Quentin rolled his eyes. Love? Cherie was really going to use love?

"Cherie, love is something that men in primitive cultures tell women in primitive cultures. You and me I aren't primitive, grey eyed Basil might as well have a primitive view of the world with a face like that!" Quentin's comment caused Cherie to back away. "After all, beauty equals goodness and with a face like that Basil is far from good! Look at us we're both beautiful, some of us to the point of being god-like." Quentin's comment made Cherie shake her head.

"You'll never understand." And with that Cherie walked away.

Quentin didn't need to understand Cherie. All he needed was for her to understand his view… by force!