Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Code:Lyoko or it's
characters, they belong to it's makers: ANTEFILMS, France 3, and Canal J.
But I do own the rights to this fanfiction.
Misconnected
Chapter 1--Signal
A storm raged above Kadic High School, and thunder rumbled loudly. The sky lit up as a bolt of lightning struck a tall Oak tree. The tree moaned as it started to crack, and split down the middle. The right half of the tree stood solid and proud, but the left side fell over and took down a few telephone wires as it crashed to the ground.
Across town at the weather station the barometers indicators started flying crazily back and forth, then stopped, and went back to normal. On the roof a black oozing shadow flowed out of a satellite dish and seemingly disappeared into the atmosphere filled with static electricity, causing another surge in the barometric pressure.
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Early the next morning...
"Jeremy? Are you there?" Aelita's sweet voice came over the speaker of Jeremy's laptop computer as a new window opened up showing her smiling face.
"Oh hi Aelita," Jeremy started blushing slightly.
Aelita looked at Jeremy, and saw a book open with a notebook next to it. "What are you working on?' she asked, always curious as to the happenings in the real world.
"Your materialization program," he stated happily, "I'm just jotting down some codes that I've tried to detach you from the XANA virus, and in class I'm going to figure out why they didn't work."
"I want to thank you Jeremy. For all the hard work you've put into materializing me, so I can come to your world for more than a day."
"It's uh...it's nothing Aelita, I just want you to be able to see our world for real again, not just on the news bytes you find on the internet," he said, trying to convince himself that was the real, full reason.
"Well thank you. I-" she started before the connection went out and the screen went black.
"Aelita! Aelita!" Jeremy panicked as he tried every key combination he knew of to get the computer to reboot. He desperately checked the computer's battery, it was three-fourths full, nowhere near dead. "Aelita..." he said once more, softer, with disappointment and loss heavy in his voice. He sat down on his floor for a few minutes trying to figure out what went wrong, everything was exactly how it should be, but he still had no connection to anything.
A moment later his cell phone rang, he looked at the caller ID, and it read Ulrich. Slowly, on the third ring he pushed the talk button and brought it up to his ear. "Hello Ulrich," he said sadly, all he could think to say.
"Jeremy, where are you? You said you'd be here 10 minutes ago...wait. What's wrong?" Ulrich asked, noticing the tone of his voice.
"It's Aelita. She's gone," he stated simply. "I don't know what happened my-" he tried to explain before the line went dead.
A/N: Well there's my first chapter, it's short I know, but it's an intro. Please review!! I have mangoes for loyal reviewers!! I have mangoes for anyone who reviews at all!! Please leave a review full of criticism, but constructive only! All flames will be donated to the "Burn all traces of Algebra" cause.
Misconnected
Chapter 1--Signal
A storm raged above Kadic High School, and thunder rumbled loudly. The sky lit up as a bolt of lightning struck a tall Oak tree. The tree moaned as it started to crack, and split down the middle. The right half of the tree stood solid and proud, but the left side fell over and took down a few telephone wires as it crashed to the ground.
Across town at the weather station the barometers indicators started flying crazily back and forth, then stopped, and went back to normal. On the roof a black oozing shadow flowed out of a satellite dish and seemingly disappeared into the atmosphere filled with static electricity, causing another surge in the barometric pressure.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Early the next morning...
"Jeremy? Are you there?" Aelita's sweet voice came over the speaker of Jeremy's laptop computer as a new window opened up showing her smiling face.
"Oh hi Aelita," Jeremy started blushing slightly.
Aelita looked at Jeremy, and saw a book open with a notebook next to it. "What are you working on?' she asked, always curious as to the happenings in the real world.
"Your materialization program," he stated happily, "I'm just jotting down some codes that I've tried to detach you from the XANA virus, and in class I'm going to figure out why they didn't work."
"I want to thank you Jeremy. For all the hard work you've put into materializing me, so I can come to your world for more than a day."
"It's uh...it's nothing Aelita, I just want you to be able to see our world for real again, not just on the news bytes you find on the internet," he said, trying to convince himself that was the real, full reason.
"Well thank you. I-" she started before the connection went out and the screen went black.
"Aelita! Aelita!" Jeremy panicked as he tried every key combination he knew of to get the computer to reboot. He desperately checked the computer's battery, it was three-fourths full, nowhere near dead. "Aelita..." he said once more, softer, with disappointment and loss heavy in his voice. He sat down on his floor for a few minutes trying to figure out what went wrong, everything was exactly how it should be, but he still had no connection to anything.
A moment later his cell phone rang, he looked at the caller ID, and it read Ulrich. Slowly, on the third ring he pushed the talk button and brought it up to his ear. "Hello Ulrich," he said sadly, all he could think to say.
"Jeremy, where are you? You said you'd be here 10 minutes ago...wait. What's wrong?" Ulrich asked, noticing the tone of his voice.
"It's Aelita. She's gone," he stated simply. "I don't know what happened my-" he tried to explain before the line went dead.
A/N: Well there's my first chapter, it's short I know, but it's an intro. Please review!! I have mangoes for loyal reviewers!! I have mangoes for anyone who reviews at all!! Please leave a review full of criticism, but constructive only! All flames will be donated to the "Burn all traces of Algebra" cause.