Jesse walked to school, his eyes puffy and red from lack of sleep and smoking weed. His head pounded with a hangover that seemed to get worse with every step he took. Back when he actually was a teenager, he would never if gone to school in these circumstances, and would probably just lie in bed all day, but the sight of Aunt Ginny's worried face when he finally walked home last night was enough to guilt him into at least making the effort.

That was the thing about Aunt Jenny, she always pretended like she didn't care what Jesse did, but it'd be her who'd wait up for him late at night, and look after him when he did something dumb and hurt himself. So, despite the (self inflicted) pain, Jesse trudged to JP Wynn high, trying not to think about how Mr White would be pissed at him for not doing the research. Whatever. Jesse'd discovered he could still get drunk an stoned, that was proof enough for him that this wasn't a dream. He'd managed to sleep for a few hours too, you can't fall asleep inside a dream, right?

As if Jesse'd summoned him by thought alone, a worn-down black car pulled up next to him on the pavement. The window rolled down, revealing a disheveled looking Walter White. The guy's hair stuck out in all directions, and his eyes too were blood-shot, but Jesse guessed that was defiantly because he was tired, and not because he'd been smoking weed.

"Rough night?" Jesse asked, smirking a little. "You look like you haven't slept at all, man."

"I haven't." Mr White snapped, irritably. "I wasn't able to do any research because my computer wasn't working properly. I'm guessing you haven't done any either?"

"I found out I can sleep, get drunk and get high. Pretty sure I couldn't do that if this was a dream."
Walter rolled his eyes, the disapproving look in them almost made Jesse cringe

"Get in." He commanded, his voice gruff, and as if on instinct, Jesse climbed in, moving an action man doll of the chair as he sat down.

"This yours?" He asked, teasing.

"My son's." Walter replied tightly, hands clenching the steering wheel, one thing was evident, Mr White was in a foul mood.

Walter kept his eyes on the road, and both hands on the wheel, trying to ignore the tired itching of his eyes, telling himself that he couldn't possibly be tired, because this was a dream.

"So where the hell are we going?" Jesse asked for the third time, and for the third time Walter ignored him. "Yo! Mr white, if your not gonna tell me where we're going then let me the hell outta here!"
Was that a hint of fear Walter detected in his student's voice? Sighing, Walter answered.

"We're going to the Albequrty central library. They have sufficient internet there, and the resources we need to do the research. Because Jf Gus, Gale and the rest of them exist then this must be a dream."

"This isn't a dream and you know it." Jesse huffed. "What about school?"

Walter rolled his eyes. "Fuck school." He said, his voice low and dangerous. He didn't bother telling Jesse he'd called in sick. "We're finding out the truth."

"This is pointless." Jesse said, knowing full-well that no matter what they found out at the library, it would not explain what was going on. Unless they ran into like, the alien or witch or whatever that caused this whole situation, Jesse couldn't decide if that'd be cool or scary..

"It's better than nothing, Jesse, you might be able to live in ignorance, but I for one want to at least attempt at uncovering the truth?" Came Walter's reply. Jesse just turned away, his own curiosity the only thing keeping him from just leaving.

They arrived at the central library in no time with Walter's uncharacteristically speedy driving. They seemed an odd pair to walk into a library together at this time of day- a nerdy-looking 40 year old man, and a teenage boy, but luckily the place was near-empty anyway.

Jesse sat waiting for the computer to load up, While Walter scoured the shelves, pulling out random books as if they might have the answer to all this madness.
"Yo! It's loaded." Jesse called, "Get over here!"

"I thought even the most ignorant person would know not to shout in the library." Walter said, putting a book back almost reluctantly. "- and these books aren't even in alphabetical order, how is any one suppose to work in such a disorganized area?"

"Whatever. We've done 'work' in a broken RV and bug-infested houses. This place'll be fine." Jesse said, rolling his eyes. It occurred to him Walter seemed to turn into an OCD madman when he was sleep-deprived. He'd only seen Mr White this way a couple of times before, like the time he spent the night cooped up in the super-lab chasing down a fly.

"Shh! Don't talk about that here!" Walter said, almost on instinct. Jesse resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Whatever man, where do we start?"

Jesse wouldn't say the past hour had been the most boring of his life, but it defiantly ranked in the top ten. Mr White completely hogged the computer for a start, busying himself with research into archives and stuff that Jesse didn't even care to understand. The only 2010-person who'd been easy to find was Gus- he had a small site advertising los pollos hermano's restaurant.

The site boasted proudly about plans to create a second store, and how it would soon become a chain-restaurant. On the main page was a picture of Gus Fring, smiling his usual polite smile that never quite reached his eyes. He hadn't changed at all in the past 10 years, the guy was like a statue or something!

"You see, Jesse? If we'd dreamed up the future it'd be just that- a dream! It wouldn't have elements of reality in it, like the existence of this man here." Walter said, slowly like he was explaining something to a particularly slow child. "That means 2010 is the reality and this is the dream."

"That doesn't prove shit, man." Jesse said. "Gus Fring owns like, a restaurant chain, he has adverts, yo. You could of registered it like, subconsciously."
Walter fixed Jesse a long challenging look. "Fine. We'll google somebody else. Saul."

"Fine." Jesse said shortly, he felt his temper flare, and he had a strong desire to break something and he wasn't sure why. Lack of sleep? General stress? Teenage hormones? Mr White's annoying face?

Walter quickly typed in 'Saul Goodman', and sat back as the results took their time loading. "So, first night 'back in the past' and your already spending your time getting drunk and high." Walter said, more as an observation than an accusation, but it made Jesse angry regardless.

"Whatever. I didn't even smoke that much. It was more research than you did." Jesse said, forcing a defiant smirk onto his face. "Besides- you think this is all a dream of yours. What does that say about your mind, man, that your dreaming about going back in time and me getting high."

Walter actually faltered at that, if this was a dream what did that say about his mind set. Realistic dreams you can't tell apart from reality where a sign of insanity, right? Why would he dream Jesse was the only one who knew what he knows. Was he perhaps in a coma and that's why his dream was so long and realistic? Was his life being held in the balance right now, was he really lying on a hospital bed, hit by a car perhaps, or maybe the cancer had made a sudden comeback hitting him like a deadly assassin. Skyler's words flitted briefly through his mind.
'I'm waiting for the cancer to come back and kill you'

"See- nothin' " Walter was brought back to the present (or past, possibly) by Jesse's voice. He looked at the search results. There was no lawyer named Saul Goodman.

"We need to check thoroughly this is only the first page!" Walter said.

"Dude, if this is your dream just make it on the first page." Jesse huffed.

A half hour past of Walter scouring the pages, Jesse passed it by spinning on the computer chair, and flipping through random books. He was just starting the first Harry Potter book, when his teacher suddenly cried out a triumphant

"Aha!"

"What? Did you find him?"

"No, but I remembered something- his real name's Mcgil." Walter said as he typed the name into the search engine.

"It would of been great if you remembered that like, half an hour ago." Jesse grumbled. "- Hey I totally already know how the Harry Potter books end now, you know people were actually betting on that stuff? I could make a fortune!"

"I'm glad that you have a solid life plan." Walter said, sarcastically.

"Whatever man. I made a few hundred in cash just yesterday. So far I'm doing better than your old ass." Jesse said, smugly

"What? How? Have you been selling Drugs? Methamphetamine?" Walter replied, actually turning around to face him.

"Among others." Jesse said, making no mention that he didn't plan to sell again.

"I see." Walter said, he regarded Jesse for a ling awkward moment Before turning his attention back to the screen."Found him."

Jesse leaned forward to the computer screen and almost burst out laughing. A picture of a younger Saul Goodman flashed on screen. He was wearing some kind of vest top and leather jacket, and his hair was spiked up with excess amount of gel. He might of been younger but he wasn't young enough to carry of that look. The slogan on the top of website read 'Saul mcgil- urban Lawyer. Real Lawyer'.

"So what his gimmick's like being some kind of urban, gangsta, lawyer?" Jesse said, shaking his head. "And I thought his 2010 ad campaign was lame."

"He can settle things without even going to court, apparently." Walter said, a heavy scepticism in his voice. "So you see, Jesse this proves that this is a dream because- "

"- No way. We are not getting into that argument again." Jesse said, ignoring the smug look in Walter's eyes. "Whatever, I haven't eaten since yesterday, I'm going to Mcdonalds."
"The way you look after your body is awful! How are you even still alive?" Walter said, shaking his head at his young junkie friend. It always astounded him how Jesse seemed to have moderately good health despite his terrible lifestyle.

Walter dropped Jesse of at school that afternoon, after an awkward McDonalds meal spent discussing plans for staying in this weird past life.

"I could like, write songs from 2010. Good songs- I could make a fortune in the music industry." Says Jesse.

"So you plan to make a life of stealing from others? That's the lowest of the low."

"Well, what are your plans? You gotta have plans, yo."

"To wake up."
Jesse hoped out of the car, shielding his eyes from the searing new Mexico sun. "Ugh. Why did I leave my spare house keys in my locker?" He groaned.

His aunt was out on one of her trips, meaning he'd have to sneak into school and get to his locker to get his house key. "And why did I waste my day with you? I'm gonna get a detention now!"
"Just like when you were actually a high schooler." Walter said from the front seat of his car.

"Prick."

Before the two could start bickering again, a figure hurried over.

"Oh, hello Mr White. I thought you were ill." It was Mrs Grey. Walter resisted the urge to scowl, and instead forced a pleasant smile.

"I was actually just driving to the doctors." Walter said,

"Oh, and you thought you'd give Jesse a lift so he wouldn't be even later to school? That was kind." Mrs Grey said suspicion clear in her voice. Jesse smiled at her in attempt to look innocent and get out of a detention. He was twenty five for gods sake!

"Something like that, yes" Walter said. "Now I have to go to the doctors, don't want to be late. Pinkman, don't give Mrs Grey any trouble."

"Yes Mr White." Jesse said with mock-respect that Walter found infuriating for some reason.

"Jesse, come with me." Mrs White said. Walter drove of smiling smugly while Jesse's mind raced with excuses.

"Walter, the boiler's broken again. We're going to have to go to Hank and Marie's to get our shower tonight." Was the first words Skyler had said to Walt when he arrived home that evening.

"Yay! S- So we get to see uncle Hank?" Junior cheered happily from his place in the living room. "-but wait, I don't wanna bath."

"Then you don't get to see uncle Hank. You can stay here all on your own." Skyler said, sternly.

"Fine, I'll go." Junior said, pouting almost theatrically.
Walter made his way over to Skyler.

"Can't we just get it fixed?" He half-whispered. Skyler rolled her eyes and fixed him her best 'your being a dumbass' look.

"Walter. You know we can't afford that right now." Skyler said, casting her eyes over their son. "You know we need to save."

"I know it's just- " Walter sighed. Humiliating. It was humiliating that he couldn't provide for his family for the most basic things. He had to relay on Hank to keep them clean, for gods sake! He was sure his brother in law secretly felt smug about that. "Never mind.."

"Are you sure your alright, you look like you haven't slept." Skyler said, rubbing his shoulder's soothingly. No! He wanted to yell back at her.

No I'm not fine. I've gone from being the most powerful drug lord in ABQ to some loser who can't even afford to fix his boiler! I could possibly be trapped in a coma, and the only person who knows about 2010 seems to despise me. My head hurts and my eyes are stinging. And to top it all of my own son still cares about his uncle more than me. Instead he settled for a simple.

"I'm fine. Just tired."

Before Jesse had been adamant that this wasn't a dream. Now he wasn't so sure. Because his english teacher, Mrs Grey, was in his bed, in his aunts house, lying nude next to him. Holy fuck how had this happened!?

All through the detention she'd been flirting with him, but he figured since that's how she usually was it didn't mean anything. So he just flirted back like any normal person would. Harmless fun. She didn't flirt like a normal freakin' person, either, she said all lyrical artsy stuff, that'd be shameful if any normal person said it.
"I never noticed, Jesse, but your eyes are such a captivating shade of blue." Every time she said something like that, Jesse would be surprised and flustered, not smooth at all, like an actual teenager he was awkward as hell. But she seemed to like his lame responses.

"Thanks.. I think you eyes are like- pretty."

Her suggestive poses, and the way she seemed to lean in a little too close to him when they were speaking was more than enough to temporarily distract him from thoughts of Mr White. The whole thing was making his weird teenage hormones go crazy, once again he cursed the fact he was stuck in this frustratingly young body. But Mrs Grey seemed to be into that sort of thing..
She kissed him suddenly half way through the detention. He kissed back without even thinking about it, and afterwords she acted like it hadn't even happened.

Jesse spent the rest of the hour in an agonizing awkwardness, expecting to be suddenly kissed again every time she got too close. He wondered if she counted as a pedophile, but he didn't view himself as a child.

She offered to give him a lift back to his aunts house, and asked if she was in. Jesse took the hint and said no, she was out for the night, "- so do you like, want to come in for like, a drink, or something?" he offered. Unsurprisingly the English teacher agreed. One thing lead to another, and before Jesse had even finished brewing the coffee, he found himself being pulled down onto the couch by a pair of long, pale hands.

"Damn! First you take our water, now your takin' our beer!?" Hank said, nudging Walter in a jovial sort of way, before laughing. "Ha! I'm just messing with you, Walt, lighten up! I'm happy to help. I just got the new promotion so I can afford it, no troubles."

"Yeah. Great." Walter replied stiffly, suddenly the beer tasted too bitter and the can felt too cold in his clammy hand. He had to remind himself, that Hank doesn't mean to be a rude, insensitive arrogant asshole. He's just messing and he doesn't mean to remind Walt that he's a failure.

"Uncle Hank look how fast I can walk now!" Junior called out, he'd had an operation last summer, it seemed like every time he had one he was thrown back on square one for months. He tottered over leaning on those little metal crutches, beaming.

"Hey watch out, speedy Gonzalo's!" Uncle Hank said, grinning. He picked the kid up and span him around, and the sound of his son's laughter filled Walt's ears. Suddenly, the atmosphere was stifling and he had to go out and do something.

"I'm just going for a drive." Walter said, and without waiting to wittiness his family's reactions, he left, got in the car and sped of.

The old car didn't go nearly as fast as he wanted it to, and the sound of the tinny engine drove into his head like a drill.
So what now? Was this his reality? Would he be stuck here in this impossible scenario forever? What should he do? What did he want to do?

He wanted to get his power and his empire back, that's what. But was it really such a good idea to go to that dark place again?

Suddenly, while he was driving he noticed something on the side of the road.
Now, despite his catholic upbringing, Walter had always been agnostic, not wanting to even bother thinking about ideas and religions that could never be proven. But if God did exist, then this was surely a sign straight from him.
On the side of the road, was an RV with 'for sale £1000' written on a piece of paper and haphazardly taped to the window. Walter grinned to himself, plots and plans already forming in his head.

Less than an hour later, Walter was knocking on Jesse's door. He'd bought the RV for less than the original price. It was a bargain! He got it of some bigshot banker who'd just gone bankrupt. It was a real steal. Finally things were starting to make sense- he had purpose! ..even if this was all his imagination.

The door swung open to reveal Jesse. His hair stuck up in all directions, and his shirt was on backwards, like he'd gotten changed in a hurry. His blue eyes narrowed when he saw Walter standing before him.
"Yeah, what do you want?" He asked. Eloquent as ever.

"Let me talk to you, just give me a minute of your time." He said, already stepping in. Jesse stared at him for a long moment, his blue eyes boring into Walt, finally, he stepped away.

"Fine. But be quick." Jesse said, letting his teacher in and closing the door after him. Walter took a moment to examine the room. It was decorated with mismatched furniture, and the wall was crammed with cheap looking ornaments and trinkets, the type you buy from tacky little tourist shops. There were pictures on the walls of a younger Jesse, and other family members that Walter had never seen back when Jesse owned the house.

"Well what is it? It better not be the same bullshit."
"

Jesse, your in the meth business already, aren't you? Your already selling at this point, I mean." Mr White said,

"Yeah. A little. What about it?" Jesse said, he suddenly regretted telling Mr White that. If only he hadn't mentioned it..

"Jesse, let's start the business again. We know what to do this time. No more mistakes. I have an RV already." Walter said. "Think of the millions we could make."

"Are you shitting me!?" Jesse hissed, his voice low. "After all that's happened you actually want to start that again?" He took a step towards the older man. "No way. I'm out, man."

"Jesse, I can understand why you left the first time. Things got out of hand." Walter said, his voice was low, caring. Jesse could almost believe the emotion behind it was genuine. "But now we can start afresh! Nobody has to die, it will be s smooth operation."

"You keeping saying that! But someone else always has to die. Fuck, I can't even remember how many people were killed!" Jesse said, throwing his arms open for effect. "Why man? You don't have cancer now, you don't need to do this."

"Jesse I don't have cancer yet but I will do. My family's poor, now. My son- if I could afford proper speech therapy and operations for him his life could be improved so much more. He could be normal. Does 't he deserve that?"

Jesse faltered for a moment, Walt knew the quickest way to win an argument with Jesse was an emotional appeal.

"But it doesn't have to be meth, yo. You could make money other ways! Less illegal ways!" The younger one said.

"Oh, like what?" Walter snapped, transforming from compassionate to irritated in an instant.

"You- we- know stuff about the future now, yo, you could just win the lottery or invest in the stock market. Whatever!" Jesse said, gesturing wildly like he so often did in arguments. Walter paused, and without his eyes leaving Jesse's, he walked across the room and sat on the couch like he owned the place.

"You know, for some reason I haven't memorized the numbers for the lottery, or kept a record of trends in the stock market." Walter said, giving Jesse an unamused look. "If you could impart with me that information I assume you took the time to remember, that'd be excellent."

"You bastard! This isn't about the money, is it?" Jesse snarled, pointing an accusing finger in Walt's face. "This isn't about providing for your family or any of that, is it!? It's all about you. You getting to play drug lord because face it, man, you got fucking drunk on power."
Walter felt a flare of anger run through him. That had hit a nerve. Jesse was wrong, anyway, he was doing this for his family! It was his duty as a man! The fact he enjoyed the power was just a bonus. Or so he kept telling himself.

Menacingly, Walter stood up to his full height, looking Jesse straight in the eye, he grabbed the younger man's outstretched arm, and pulled it back down. God, the kid's wrists were so skinny!
"Bitch what're you?- don't touch me." Jesse growled, backing away, Walt pursued.

"Jesse everything I did was for my family, even if they never appreciate it. They mean everything to me." He said, slowly. "I don't think you understand what I'm offering you here. This is your only chance to be successful at something, don't you want that?"

"Your offering me a place in the fucking drug underworld." Jesse spat back, very aware of how close Mr White was, and how the mantle piece he was backed up against dug into his back.

"You, are already a drug dealer. You did that without my interference. Now, are you going to become a worthless junkie like you were before, or are you going to make something of yourself?" Walter asked. "Your can do so much better, if you'd just apply yourself. Be honest with yourself, after Fring when we were running our own operation, it was good. Admit it. You liked it, it was a smooth operation."

"You know what? I did like it." Jesse said, and it was the truth. He liked the feeling of power he had, and the satisfaction of knowing he was actually good at something- not just good, the best. But what he'd really liked though, was sitting down at the end of a cook and sharing a beer with Mr White. Just hanging out. They'd chat and watch TV, and Mr White finally saw him as an equal, as an individual of worth, not just a junkie idiot. But then Todd murdered a kid and everything became clear, like an unforgiving flashlight had been shone on Jesse's world. His only talent was making a poison, their business was built on an addiction that ruined lives and the man he was so happy to please was a power-hungry sociopath.

"So lets start again. I know we can do it. You can do it." Walter said, smiling. He knew Jesse was weak against encouragement, the Kid was easily swayed.

"I liked it until Todd killed that kid, you fucking killed Mike, and ordered the Killing of ten guys in jail, you psycho bitch." Jesse said, his voice raising and his eyes flashing with a rage he'd been trying so hard to contain.

"I did what I had to do to protect us. I was protecting you as much as me."

"I don't want anyone killed for me! You know- I'd rather be a junkie loser than a murderer!"

"Well, too bad for you, because your both!" Walter shouted back, in a sudden rage.

"Fuck you, man!" Jesse yelled back, pushing his teacher away from him, hard. Walt stumbled back, almost falling over, and in blind retaliation, with his judgement clouded by beer and lack of sleep, he grabbed Jesse with a fervent grip and flung him to the floor.
"You ungrateful little shit!" Walter hissed, aiming a kick at Jesse's stomach only to have his leg grabbed by bony fingers, and find himself being dragged painfully to the floor. He collided with the ground with a smack, the worn old carpet did little to soften the pain of the impact.

There was a a fraction of a moment were both Walter and Jesse were still, both contemplating what to do next- their heads told them to leave it, but every fiber of their emotional bring was itching with the desire to attack the other man. To hurt him.

It wasn't clear who broke the stillness first, but the next thing was, the two men lunged at each other in a blind fury. Walter knocked Jesse to the floor first, having the advantage of weight. Jesse hissed, swinging his fist wildly, getting a rush of satisfaction when he felt it smash into his teacher's face. Walter felt his glasses crunch into his face, accompanied by a sudden pain that only increased his wrath. Without hesitation he returned the blow, punching Jesse square in the face.

"Ah! Bitch- " the younger one cried out, Walter was stronger than he was used to, being ten years younger and cancer free, this time he could beat this skinny kid. The thought spurred him on. Jesse hit him again with all his might.

"That was for Mike." He yelled, still trying to shove his teacher of. He looked at the man on top of him, whose eyes were red-rimmed and wild, whose raging expression mirrored his own. He wanted to hurt him.

Before Walter could, yet again, deny killing Mike, Jesse swung at him, his fist clenched. Before he could connect with Mr White's face, the guy grabbed both his wrists, wrestling them further to the floor.

"You stupid junkie! You take everything we build and turn it to shit!" Walter hissed, face inches from his struggling student. "You always make idiotic moves and ruin everything, then you give up and I have to sort your messes out."

Jesse growled from underneath him. "You think because I don't want to cook meth I'm the idiot!? You think I'm giving up?" He hissed. "Your the one who gave up, man, you gave up on your goddamn family. You wanted that drug empire over your wife, you- "

Before Jesse could finish, Walter wrapped his hands around the boys neck and squeezed.

"Don't you dare even talk about my wife! You- you- dropout loser!" Walter hissed, Jesse's fists connected with his face again, and his glasses went flying across the room, but his grip didn't loosen. "Junkie idiot! What do you know about family! You have no family, nobody!"

Walter let the anger and frustration he was feeling at Jesse, himself and everything take over. He was vaguely aware of the boy writhing under him and scratching desperately at his hands. He thought of how he'd sold his soul to provide for Skyler and she'd cheated on him, he thought of Hank's sly digs, Marie's attention-seeking, How his son seemed so dismissive of his father, How he was stuck in a weird twilight zone-like situation which felt to real to be a dream.

His insecurity's flooded his mind- the way Skyler looked at him, like he was a big disappointment, she married a genius who was suppose to become successful but she ended up stuck with a lame high school teacher.

He thought of the bored faces of his class- of every class over the years, how futile teaching had become. He thought of how his wife wanted him dead, and even Jesse had walked out on him. His grip tightened.

Jesse saw bright spots of light, and his head felt light. Terror flooded him as he realised Mr White wasn't letting go, he could still make out the deranged expression on the man's face. He felt his energy drain, as his punches and scratches got increasingly feebler. He was inches from passing out, when he saw a blurry figure rush into the room, and push Mr White. Suddenly the iron grip was around his throat was released, he took in a few deep gulps of air and felt his head spin.
Walter looked up at the women who'd pushed him, made him realize what he was doing. At first he thought, with dread, that it might be Jesse's Aunt. Then he saw her hair that was dyed an unnatural shade of blonde, and he noticed her face that was caked in makeup to hide any possible wrinkles.

"Mrs- Mrs Grey? Blanche?" He said, his voice was eerily calm and didn't reveal any of the tidal wave of emotions beneath the surface.

"D- do I k-know you?" Mrs Grey said, sounding terrified at the prospect of being recognized. Walter almost groaned; he was so mundane that people often forgot him. She scrutinized his face for a moment then gasped. "Walter!? What're were you doing? Y-you assaulted a minor, and student! I could go to the police."

Walter looked up at her, took in her messy hair and mismatched clothes like they'd been thrown on in haste. Like Jesse's. Suddenly he was very aware of what she'd been doing here.

"I could go to the police and report a case of pedophilia. Jesse is a minor, and your student" Walter said evenly, everything still felt surreal, and he still hadn't really thought about what he'd done.

She laughed a shrill desperate laugh.

"W-we never! You can't- you can't prove anything!" She said, but Walter could see her hands shaking and he knew he'd won this one. Mrs Blanche Grey was too much of a coward to put her own neck on the line.

"Mr White-don't fucking talk to her like that- she isn't a pedo, 'aight. You bastard." Jesse wheezed, after recovering from his coughing fit. He massaged his reddened throat and looked over at Walter with a mixture of contempt and fear, and suddenly the chemistry teacher felt a wave of regret.

"Jesse I- I didn't mean to fight. I mean you did start it but- it's been a rough couple of days, you know that. Things got out of control, but I promise- "

"Save it." Jesse said, trying to keep his voice even. "Just leave, take your bullshit some place else."

"I'll give you some time to think about what I said." Walter picked up his glasses as he stood up, and Jesse resented the way he acted so cool and collected.

"W-what's going on between you two!?" Blanche stammered. She wasn't good at dealing with confrontations.

"It doesn't matter." Walter said darkly. "Just know that if you report me, or try anything, then I'll be happy to tell the principle about- this-"
He gestured around the room, his intimidating gaze never leaving the woman in front of him.

"Jesse- he would never! Never admit to any unsavory gossip about me!" Blanche said, with vindication. Jesse nodded in agreement.

Mr White's eyes flicked to his student. "Jesse would never rat me out, either so I guess we're at stalemate."

Both the teachers looked to Jesse for conformation of this. He sighed.
"I'm not a rat." He said, finally. Walter felt a bubble of pride in his chest. Jesse was still loyal. He could come around. Blanche looked disappointed.

"I know." Walter replied, Jesse shot him a glare.
"Yo! Did you not hear me I said said get the hell out of here!" Jesse shouted, his voice still sounding hoarse.

Mumbling a half-hearted apology, and shooting one last warning glare at Mrs Grey, Walter left. His mind once again scheming.

(A/N: This chapters kind of all over the place, and I can't remember why I thought adding a character like Mrs Grey was a good idea, buuuut you know :3.. hopefully next chapter will be better :D

Anyway, please review and tell me what you think! :).. and thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far! 3