Author's Note: I own nothing and I am a starving student writing this for fun. So don't sue.

X Plus Y

Bernarda Knight ran her eyes over her team.

Julia had been dropped off by her grandmother, so she was still in the red dress, having had no time to change.

Alex's jeans were ripped deliberately at the knee and his earring...she moved quickly on.

Jean-Paul had come straight from practise, so he was still in track suit and a baggy hoody.

Zach was unable to stand still, his eyes darting all over the corridor.

Carlos's sash was held together with tape.

Tommy was the only one who even looked vaguely normal, dressed in Jeans and a collarless shirt. She breathed in deeply.

"o.k." she said. "Remember that this is very important. Not just to the patrol, Not just to the school, But to me personally. So I am asking, No begging you to remember this and Behave!"

"You say that like you think we won't," Julia observed. Breathing deeply Bernarda opened a door marked Safety Patrol and Glee Club annex.

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"O.K. people listen up!" Vallejo snapped. "This week marks the start of the X Y exchange. Their patrollers will be here any moment. Fillmore, Third, you're going to be taking," he consulted a list."Fiend and Cavonellia."

"Anza, Tehama. You've got Martin and Storm."

"O'Farrell, Bishop, I want you to work with Bin-Isaac and Pickles. SOC offices suppose to be the best. O.K. People let's do this."

He reached out and opened the door, colliding with Bernarda. To the amusement of both sides they fell in a heap. As they laughed, both threw almost identical looks of fury.

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"There any where I change?" Julia Cavonellia stood, leaning against the desk. Her dark hair was yanked into a pony tail and her voice had a slight accent. "My grandmother dropped me off and she doesn't approve of girls in trousers. However," she said with a slight smile, "Y doesn't approve of Safety Patrollers in dresses." She ran her eyes over Ingrid, "guess X has some different rules."

"Girls' bathrooms down the corridor." Ingrid said, stepping around Alex. She looked like she was trying to decide whether he was a Patroller or a perp. Alex didn't mind. With his shaven head, ripped jeans and hooded top, she wouldn't be the first. It was among the things that made him such a good officer, ironically the exact opposite of Julia, whose good girl image conned most people.

Julia smiled her thanks, grabbing her rucksack up as she did so.

"Boys nearby?" she asked. Noticing the expression on Ingrid's face she smiled. "Relax. Jean needs to change too. For all our sakes."

The young man, with dark hair and elf like ears had been talking to Joseph and Tehama, reached over and grabbed a bag. He touched Carlos's shoulder and said something. He had a very foreign way of talking, moving his hands constantly. Carlos nodded and they left.

Fillmore looked around. Danny and Tommy were discussing cameras and films. Knight and Vallejo were talking in the office. Zach sat on the edge of the desk. Frank kept trying to engage him in conversation, but Zach kept his answer mono symbolic.

"So," Alex asked, leaning over the desk to look at the computer. "What's our gig?"