An Impossible Reunion

Author's Note: Hey, I'm glad people liked the trailer! And I hope you like the first chapter!

Oh, and just incase:

Ariana Morretti/Ariana Rodriguez - Kristen Herrera(Dana from Zoey 101)

Alma Morretti/Alma Portillo - Ninel Conde(Singer/Alma Rey from Rebelde)

Chapter One - The Loss Of Gabriella

Troy Bolton sighed for the millionth time that day. He sat on his bed with his legs crossed and his back resting against his blue wall. He had his eyes closed, hoping his mind would get the message and let him fall asleep so he can dream of the one person he wanted to see the most. That was the only time he actually felt content. When he was dreaming. That was the only place he could see Gabriella Montez. The only place where he could communicate with her. The only place where he could touch her. That was the place he longed to be every dreadful second of the day.

The sudden ring of a cell phone made Troy wince. He reluctantly opened his eyes and craned his neck over to his side drawer. He stretched his arm and grabbed the vibrating phone. He looked at the caller ID and groaned silently. He inhaled deeply and flipped the cell phone open.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey man!" It was Chad Danforth.

"Hey." Troy forced a smile, even though Chad couldn't see it. "What's up?"

"Me and the guys were gonna head out for ice cream and we were wondering if you wanted to come with," Chad said, his voice filled with forced cheeriness. That's how Chad talked to Troy, now. With forced smiles and fake cheeriness.

Troy could almost see the hopefull smile on his best friend's lips, begging him to say yes for once and start being happy again, just like old times. Back when they could carelessly throw their worries into the air and act like normal teenagers trying to have a good time.

Troy forced back another sigh before answering, "No thanks, man. I'm not really in the mood for ice cream or anything right now."

"You're never in the mood," Chad muttered. "Look man, you have to get out more. Being cooped up in your room all day with no sunlight can be very unhealthy for a sixteen year old."

Troy chuckled bitterly. "I'll think about it, alright?"

"Fine." Chad sighed. "So while you're thinking, get ready and we'll be at your house in fifteen minutes. I'll honk!"

"Chad that's not - "

"Yes?" Chad tapped his foot impatiently.

Troy groaned inwardly. He knew Chad wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Fifteen minutes," he said. "Got it."

Chad grinned. "Great! See ya then!"

Troy closed his cell phone and let out the groan that had been dying to get out for the last four minutes. He tossed the phone to the other side of his bed and reluctantly got up. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to comprehend the fact that he was no longer the fifteen year old guy who's only care was basketball. He was different now. So much has happend. He got interested in new things, he's connected with different stereotypes. He's lost the one person he's ever really loved and felt sincerely comfortable with.

"I need you, Gabriella," he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, in an outdoor restraunt a woman, who seemed to be Latino, was walking up to her friend. She had long, brown hair with blondish streaks that went just past her chest. Tanned skin, a great figure, and brown eyes. She wore a lab coat with a black skirt and a blue blouse underneath and had a pair of black, high heeled boots to match.

She was a female agent and a computer technician. As soon as she saw her friend sitting at an empty table, she smiled slightly. She tapped her on the shoulder gently and took a seat next to her.

The friend was wearing a red blouse, black high heeled leather boots, tight, black pants, and a zipped up leather jacket. She looked at the woman who had just sat down and smiled.

"Hey Alma," she greeted. "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on my favorite sixteen year old," Alma replied.

"Oh, so now I'm your favorite?"

"Yes, the poll results finally came in last weekend," Alma joked.

The sixteen year old chuckled, but her expression quickly turned blank and serious. It was obvious that she was really down about something.

"What's up?" Alma asked.

"Today." The friend sighed.

"Today? What do you mean?" Alma furrowed her eyebrows.

"Today's 'The Day'," the sixteen year said, emphasizing words 'The Day'.

"Ah," Alma said, finally understanding. "I'm sorry, I've just been so busy lately that I've even forgotten how far into the week we are."

"Don't worry about it," her friend assured. "You have a life and you have more important things on your mind."

"Gabriella," Alma started, "this is your one year anniversary! It's been exactly twelve months since you decided to join us! I should've remembered that! I feel so guilty."

"I just can't believe it," Gabriella said. "It's been a whole year since I became an agent. A whole year since I left my friends and family." She looked down at her hands.

"You okay?" Alma asked.

Gabriella nodded. "Yeah. I just miss everyone. My mom, my friends." She shook her head and looked up at Alma. "But I don't regret joining you guys. In fact, you guys entered my life at the perfect moment. I really screwed up." She smiled warmly at Alma.

"Well we're all glad you decided to join us," Alma said. "You're sweet, very intelligent, and extremely strong and positive. Exactly what we need. And it's also been fun being your guardian." She grinned at Gabriella.

"I know," Gabriella said cheekily. "I am definately the ideal daughter. Parents would kill to have me in their lives!"

Alma threw her head back and laughed. "Oh yeah," she said. "We should get going. It's getting late and we have to wake up extra early tomorrow. The commander said that he wanted to meet with us at eight sharp."

"Okay," said Gabriella. The two females walked into the parking lot in search for their car, a 2008 Chevrolet 'Impala'. The interior had black leather seats and had enough room for five people. Gabriella owned a car for herself, but she and Alma were usually together. So the Impala was what they used to get around. Gabriella got in the car, followed by Alma.

As Alma was driving, Gabriella looked out the window, trying to remember exactly why she decided to become an agent and give up everything and everyone she loved. She had been fifteen and had gotten into an arguement with her boyfriend, Troy.

Flashback:

It was Saturday morning and Gabriella logged on to her Dell labtop to check her mail and maybe get a chance to chat with Taylor or Sharpay. That whole week had been horrible, after the nasty rumor she had just heard about her and Troy. She wanted nothing more than to talk to one of her best friends and have them comfort her and tell her not to listen to any of the gossip.

The computer dinged to let Gabriella know she new messages. One in particular caught her eye.

"For Miss Montez's eyes ONLY," Gabriella read to herself. She cautiously clicked on the email to open it.

Miss Montez,

Your intelligence and special skills have enabled you to be selected by a secret agency group

for you to become part of our organization. This must be kept secret. If you are interested, give

us a reply on our email address in private. The address is written below. Once you have given a reply,

delete both emails immediately. We can't afford to have anyone else know about this.

--P.S.P.U.U.S.A.

"What the hell?" Gabriella muttered to herself, curious if this whole thing was a real or a joke. Usually she would think it was just junkmail, spam, or a prank pulled by someone like Chad Danforth. But for some reason, she felt this was serious. She decided to print out the letter and keep the paper in her diary before deleting the email. She then clicked on 'New Mail Message' and typed in the email address she was given. She then typed in a message and sent the email. About a half hour later she got a reply.

Thank you for accepting, Miss Montez. Welcome to the P.S.P.U.U.S.A. Please book an appointment with us as soon as you can so we can meet.

--P.S.P.U.U.S.A.

"I wonder what that stands for," Gabriella said out loud. She pondered over whether to meet with these strangers or not. She still wasn't completely convinced that they were real, for she had actual evidence. But she had to admit, she was a little anxious to find out. And the only way to do that was to make an appointment. She emailed them again saying to meet her outside a Starbucks nearby today at about eleven. She clicked 'send' and glanced at the clock at the bottom of her screen.

9:20 it said. Gabriella logged off and closed her labtop. She walked up to her closet, looking for something to wear. She settled on a pair of Frankie B. jeans that Sharpay had bought for her and an Abercrombie & Fitch Adrianne, Heather Gray top with an 'empire waist front tie'. She then put on her metallic rubber flip flops from the same brand as her shirt, let her hair down so her brunette curls cascaded down her shoulders and went downstairs.

"Mom," she called, "I'm going to Starbucks! I'll be back later, okay?"

"Alright," Ms. Montez said. "Be careful!"

"I will! Love you!" Gabriella headed out the door, looking at the time on her T-Mobile Sidekick. It was ten forty-five. She kept on walking, passing Troy Bolton's house about five minutes later.

"Gabi!" Troy called from his backyard, a basketball under his arm.

Gabriella sighed, not really in the mood to talk to him. "Hey." She forced a smile.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Starbucks," Gabriella answered. "I'm in the mood for a Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino."

"Oh well," Troy started, "I'll go with you. If that's alright with you."

Any other day Gabriella would've happily agreed, but today was different. She had to meet with that 'organization' alone and she was still a little uncomfortable about what she heard at school.

"Um..." Gabriella looked down at her feet. "I'm actually meeting with somebody there. It's personal."

"Oh," Troy said, a little disappointed. "Okay. No problem." He looked down at his shoes, his basketball tucked still tucked under his left arm.

"So, I'll see you later." Gabriella was about to walk away when Troy stopped her.

"Wait," he said softly. "Um, are we okay? You seemed a little distant this whole week. Is anything wrong?"

Gabriella sighed, knowing that as long as she was here, she might as well tell him.

"Why do I keep hearing that you're cheating on me?" she asked softly, looking down at the ground.

Troy stared at Gabriella in disbelief. "Gabriella, I'm not," he said slowly, not exactly knowing how to respond.

"You were working with Lilana at her house last week and people said that something more went on than just discussing History," she told him softly, her voice still barely audible. She kept her head down, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"And you believe them," Troy said, mostly to himself. "Gabriella I would never cheat on you. Why would you ever even consider believing those rumors?"

"You have been getting a little closer to her," Gabriella replied. "And on Tuesday and Thursday you sat with her at lunch."

"Because I thought you were mad me," Troy explained, raising his voice a little, "but I wasn't sure, so I just gave you a little space. That's it!"

"Just forget it," Gabriella said, looking up at him. "Just forget I even mentioned it."

"No," Troy said. "No, we can't forget it. How could you possibly think that I would cheat on you?"

"I already told you why!" Gabriella said, raising her voice as well. "I'm not even accusing you! You asked me what was wrong and I told you!"

"Gabi - " Troy was cut off.

"Forget it! Go talk to Liliana!" she yelled. "From now on, just stay the hell away from me!" She ran off, leaving Troy both upset and confused.

Why is she so Goddamn stubborn? he thought to himself.

Once Gabriella calmed herself down, she walked into the coffee shop and went straight towards the restroom to wash her tear stained face. Then she walked back out and sat down at one of the outdoor tables to wait for the 'agents'.

About ten minutes later, a man in his early 50's approached her. He had short grey hair, aqua green eyes and was wearing grey suit. Right behind him was Alma in a black suit. Gabriella looked at them, confusion practically written on her forehead.

"Are you Gabriella Montez?" the man asked.

Gabriella nodded cautiously. "Yes."

"I'm Commander Johnson and this is Alma Portillo, our computer technician," the commander said.

"Nice to meet you, Commander and Miss Portillo," Gabriella said politely, sticking her hand for them to shake.

"So why did you guys send me that email?" she asked.

"Because we are looking for new agents," Commander Johnson replied.

"But I'm only fifteen! Aren't I just a little too young?" Gabriella asked.

"Think of this as an experiment. We're testing a hypothesis. We believe that if we can train agents at a young age, they can get better used to everything than when learning it at an older age." Commander Johnson explained.

"Um, Commander," Alma cut in, "I think it would be better if we left to a more secluded area."

Gabriella laughed. "Um, no. I'm not going anywhere with people I just met. I'm sorry if this sounds offensive, but I'm still not exactly sure about all this."

"We expected that, Miss Montez," Alma said. "Don't worry. We are far from the sick perverted rapists you hear about from overprotective parents and the news." The comment didn't exactly make Gabriella feel better, but it was enough to follow them to their car.

End Flashback

"Gabriella," Alma said softly, gently nudging Gabriella's arm. "We're home."

Gabriella's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Alma. She sat up in her seat and unbuckled her seatbelt, still feeling slightly disoriented. She longed to lie down in her bed and go back to sleep, hoping she'll feel a whole lot better the next morning.

Author's Note: Alrighty. I think this was pretty long, so this author's note will be short. Review and tell me what you think!

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