Okay. So this is my first Strange Days fan fiction so please be kind if you decide to review. (Though I would like criticism, please don't make it harsh. ^_~). Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters though I wish I did. I love them all so much. Well, without further ado: Here's the story "Another Wormhole?"

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"But I like this shirt!" Lucas complained as Josie ripped his favorite shirt at the shoulder.

"And I'm rather fond of your life!" Jose snapped. "This cut looks really infected and I need to see it better." She calmed down a bit as she was concentrating on her work. She wasn't completely calm, though. She kept thinking about Lucas' apparent disregard for his life at the moment. "What happened to you?" She asked as she balled the shirt up and threw it on the floor.

Lucas sighed. "I discovered another wormhole, so I thought it might be interesting to see where it would take me. I didn't do anything to change the past…" he added as he noticed Josie's glare. "I went to the future – OW!" He rubbed his head where Josie slapped him. "What was that for?"

"Being an idiot," Josie scolded as she turned away to hid the tears she felt welling up in her eyes. "You don't think, do you? You could've been killed!"

"Yeah, I guess." Lucas shrugged and winced when his cut protested to the movement. "I did run into Tyler. He's one of Avenir's flunkies, go figure. The dude nearly killed me, too. That's how I got this cut, I fought him. It would've been much more than a cut if I hadn't – Josie, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Her voice was rough from nearly crying. Josie Trent did not cry. As far as Josie knew she didn't even like Lucas like that, so why did she care so much?

"Um… Josie?" Lucas was clearly confused; he was such a typical guy. He had no idea the girl he had been pining over since freshman year in high school was having an internal battle whether she liked him or not.

"Yeah," Josie turned around, all hints of crying gone. "Let me disinfect your wound for you." Without any warning she grabbed an alcohol swab and wiped Lucas' cut.

"Ouch! Josie, what did I ever do to you?" He exclaimed as Josie gripped his shoulder to keep him in his seat. "Can I have some warning next time?"

"You made me worry." Josie said it quietly, barely a whisper, but Lucas was so used to hanging on her every word that he caught what she said. All that time trying to figure out the truth for herself, and here is was out in the open. It was too much for Josie; she covered her mouth and started to leave. She just had to get away, but Lucas grabbed her arm and she stopped.

"Please don't leave," he said. "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"Fine," she picked up a new alcohol swab and started working again. "But only because if I leave this cut, you'll probably die." After that she worked in silence while Lucas would occasionally glance at her reflection in the mirror in front of him.

I have a couple of questions for you," Josie finally stated as she was looking for strong, sterile thread. (Luckily she had some pre-packaged medical thread since she was a pre-med student).

"Shoot." Lucas was expecting this. He knew Josie, and he knew that she would want to find out more about the new wormhole. He was so busy thinking about how he would answer her questions that he missed the first one completely. "What?"

"I said 'Why didn't you go to the hospital?'" She started to thread the needle and the question caught him off-guard.

"Why didn't I go to the hospital?"

"Yes, that's what I asked. Did Tyler also make you retarded?" Lucas gulped. Now Josie was annoyed, and she was about to stick a really big needle into his shoulder.

"Um….no – AH!" Lucas gasped when she made the first stitch. "Tyler's sword had this weird futuristic goo on it. I didn't know if it would show up weird on any medical tests."

"Understandable," Josie nodded her head. "I have another question. Why is that your favorite shirt? It's just a plain orange T-shirt." Lucas chuckled and winced at the same time as Josie made another stitch. The noise that came out was mangled and almost like a hyena in pain.

"I guess it is too obvious for you to figure that out." After that comment, he got a nice glare from Josie. "Chillax, it's just because it's the color of your hair." Josie looked over at the bloodied rag in the corner. "Well it was," Lucas added. "Before I bled on it."

"Oh."

"Do you have any more questions for me before I leave?" His eyes met Josie's in the mirror as she tied the final knot.

"Yeah, I have one more." Josie replied and Lucas wondered what she was going to ask. "This may, um… Well, this may seem awkward, and if you don't want to, you don't have to. I know you're capable of living alone, but I think I should keep an eye on you with that future gunk in your blood-stream. Will you stay the night? I have 'Z' on speed-dial in case you get worse."

"Yeah, sure I will, if you want me," Lucas mumbled. She was right, it was awkward, but he really did want to stay.

"What?"

"I said sure." He replied a bit louder. "Sorry about that, I'm a little tired. I think I'll go to sleep." He moved from the chair to the floor already almost half asleep. "Do you have any blankets I can use?"

"Nu-uh. You're not sleeping on the floor. Not in your condition." Josie grabbed his waist and half guided, half pulled him onto her bed. She covered him up and pulled a chair beside the bed so she could watch him. She was already suspicious of how quickly Lucas got tired, but she didn't know if that was normal for him or not. All she could do was wait.

Josie didn't know how long it had been – her yes never left Lucas, not even to check the time with the clock that was two feet from him – but she knew it was late when Corrine came back.

"You're home late," Josie commented. She didn't move from watching Lucas, she knew her roommate would figure it out eventually.

"Yeah, I was helping Marshall find Lucas, he's been miss- he's here?!" Corrine finally noticed the sleeping boy in Josie's bed. Josie just nodded, still watching him. Finally she turned to face Corrine, tears in her eyes.

"I think he's hurt. Bad."

"I have to call Marshall."