Disclaimer: Detentionaire is not mine, it belongs to Teletoon.

Hi, Crystalmoon39 is back with an update! Thanks to all who reviewed! Good or bad I'm glad to hear it. Nora will meet Lee in this chapter, I'm trying to make her not so Mary-sue, but she needs some advantages for later on. And I do have a love interest in mind for her. Maybe he'll appear in this chapter! (P.S. It is not Lee.) If this is too long, I'll just say I wanted to finish the episode.


All That Taz and More Continued…

Even if I told myself I was going to do this, I have to say I'm at a disadvantage. My reason for showing up early was to get to know the school. Instead I was 'asked' to hunt a dangerous animal through it. Nora you're a glutton for trouble. My subconscious always kicks me in the bum. Okay, time to focus! "How do you hunt a tazelwurm?" Apparently, a lot of the students had decided the best way was with giant sticks. "Effective. If they can corner it. The question is flushing it out." Why had it attacked earlier? Maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time? No way, no one has worse luck than me! And who said I couldn't get to know the school in the process? No one specifically- oh, yeah the ex-army, cyborg, general/principal. He was expecting me to catch it. Maybe I can say it got away? He's already signed me on! He can't do anything to kick me out. I'll just take my tour now.

Boy was that a mistake.

Five minutes in and I find myself running from armed teenagers who want my help in catching their mascot. Where are their teachers? A space between the lockers provides a good hiding place as they run by and miss me. Their voices die out and I let out a breath.

I'm actually not that far from the enterance. I see some students going out yell that the taz had been spotted. I should be relieved, that means no expectations. Yet… that animal. Yes it's got fangs, claws, yellow eyes, and long red tail. But it's still a living thing. I may not have any authority to stop the students if they go too far either. But I should be present, shouldn't I? I go outside to see a collision of students on skateboards and jock jackets among others, with their boards and sticks going flying!

I also see the tazelwurm, it's fleeing in the other direction along with some kid with red and black hair. Doesn't he want that A? Well, maybe he's an animal lover or something. The tazelwurm wasn't attacking him either. In fact, when they came to the enterance where I was standing, with several hazmat-people out in front, they boy shouted "Go!" to the creature and began running together. The hazmats- they have guns! They shoot out lasers!?

"You don't see the student!?" I yell at them. This can't be allowed! "Stop firing!" They stop, but only when a blast hits the tazelwurm. I see the creature's arm, and torso become crystalized. Okay, this is just too much! I can't lose my focus. Help the student, Nora. That's what you're here to do! The boy was kneeling near the tazelwurm, and hazmats were surrounding him. No way I can take even one of those guys on. I hear the sound of small wheels, apparently those skaters had recovered. I can't bet they will help but, maybe at least a distraction is all I can get. I put my two finger to my mouth and let out a loud picilo-pete whistle! The skaters hear it and charge right into the hazmats. "C'mon!" I yell out to the boy and hold open the door. He manages to pick up the tazelwurm and runs inside.

The boy grunts as he carries the load. I remember from earlier that the thing is strong, I was barely able to hold it down. The boy was eyeing me suspiciously. Can't really blame him. I've been dubbed the Taz-tamer. First rule of being a teenager: don't trust anyone older than you. I remembered that one. "Why'd you help me?" he asked agitated. I was about explain when the double-door opened to the sound of robotic- beeps. I guess they are robots! Heh, I'll go along. I set myself to run, fully intend to help the kid I was with, when we both let out a yelp from something forced us back.

Another kid, a very big kid, had pulled us into a classroom to keep us from being seen. "Thanks," the boy holding the tazelwurm said, "this mean we're cool?" A friend of his? Good.

"I'm helping Taz." The boy stated angrily. "And why the heck is she here?" The 'she' being me. "Why would the "Taz-tamer"," he added his own air quotes, "be hiding him from the psycho-cleaners and crazed students?" These two really don't trust anybody. "I was only defending myself." I told them. "The tazelwurm jumped out of the vents, leaped at me and I just reacted. But I have no intention of handing over an animal to someone who has no regard for human safety. That includes Barrage and his hazmats." The two boys eyed each other.

"Look, I honestly don't care if you believe me or not. I can't believe half the crazy things I've seen today! But I draw the line at firing at kids. If I get the boot after this, it'll be fine by me."

The large boy shrugged. "Okay you're fine for now." Then he stood up. He really is taller than me! "But I'm still not talking to you." He pointed to the other boy as he left. But he followed anyway. "Biffy, I'm sorry about blowing you're chances with Kimmy."

Oh, so that's it. The red-haired boy did something to ruin the other boy's chance with a girl he seems to like. Now it looks like their friendship is on rocky-ground too. But he did talk to him, and he did get us both out of a jam. That's more than some people would do. Now the other boy sounded like he was pleading. "I just-"

"Okay," the large boy interrupted. "time-out on the no talking ! I. Don't. Care! And since the bad guys went that'a way, maybe you should go this'a way. And take your new girlfriend with you!"

"Whoa now!" I don't even know this guy's name. But he is not in my dating range!

"But Biff-"

'Biff' clapped his hands. "Starting now!" And walked off. This left me with the Tazelwurm, and the boy still holding him looking dejected. "Aye," I groaned. "C'mon things are quiet this way." Even if he didn't trust me I was going the way his friend had suggested. "You don't have to help." He said. This one has a little attitude. "Actually, I do." I told him. "I've already started, and I won't stop until this is finished." After that things were quiet between the three of us.

"Seriously, dude, you are really heavy!" I guessed the boy was talking to the tazelwurm. "What do you eat?" I smiled. This boy wasn't so bad. He had two different colors of hair, a tattoo on his arm, and a trademark trust issue, but the way he talked to his (frankly scary-looking) friend, and took care of the tazelwurm he was really a good guy. In a way the two of them almost matched, color-wise anyway. Maybe not everything at this school is so bad. At the very least I'll have some interesting stories to tell Dad. Nnnnn-no. He can live happier without the details.

A terrified scream came from down the hall. From a familiar and annoying voice. I saw another opening between the locker and shoved the boy and taz into it with me. A very tight squeeze!

"No! Capture the Taz, not the Chaz! Ahhh!" Chaz was running down the hall for his life, being chased by three big guys. Are those teachers? They looked just a little older than me! When they passed the both of us stepped out. "Okay, coast is clear." The sight of Chaz running scared was funny to me. Maybe he'll figure out being the center of attention isn't always so great from this. But I had my doubts.

"Thanks." The boy said. He smiled and asked. "I heard your name was Nora, right?"

I smiled. "You saw my interview!" I added a little mock amuseement.

"Yeah, news comes on first period. No one misses it."

"And Chaz seems determined to keep the gossip flowing."

"You've met." He answered with his own mock amusement.

"He left an impression. That Tina girl seems like the real news reporter to me."

"Yeah, Tina- she's… she's pretty awesome." He blushed. Ooooh, so him too. That's so cute.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The boy and I both gasped. Barrage was coming close!

"This isn't good!" I whispered seeing the large shadow. The boy pointed to an open locker. We ran over with me covering Barrage's view of the Taz being shoved into the locker. "I'll get you out when it's safe." The boy promised.

"Ping!" Barrage yelled. From the way the boy jumped, he knew Barrage meant him. "What in the name of papaya-eating-o-rang-go-tans are you doing out of class!?"

I answered for him. "He was going to the bathroom, Principal Barrage. He has a pass even."

He held it up for Barrage to see. Barrage laughed, "Well, if that's the bathroom, your books are gonna get miiighty wet!" Eww.

Barrage took me along as he took 'Ping' back to class. In addition he told the teacher that he was not to give him another pass. Unless he was about to explode, and Barrage seemed to enjoy the idea of that happening. As we left Barrage said, "Ya need to keep an eye on that one, Soldier. Ping's as bad as they come."

"Sir," I'll risk arguing back, "He did nothing wrong. He was looking for the bathroom. And with all the other students running around with sticks, it's no wonder he was in the wrong place."

"DON'T LET THAT TROUBLE-BREWIN' PRANKSTER FOOL YA, SOLDIER! THAT'S AN ORDER! Lee Ping is the most low-down, maggot-eatin, hoodlum at A. Nigma!"

I didn't believe that. "Sir, what could he have possibly done? He's a kid. What could he have done that was so bad?"

Barrage stopped in our walk. "Hmm. Ah guess ya should know." He resumed his limping stroll. "After all he'll be under yer charge durin' yer stay."

Under my charge? Oh, yeah! With all that happened this morning I forgot I was originally here to guard- I mean, oversee the detention students. And that boy I met, Lee Ping, he must be in detention for something. Whatever it was it seems to have ticked off Barrage pretty bad.

I was once again in the principal office. Sitting, when Barrage slid a file my way. I opened it, and Barrage took it upon himself to narrate some of the contents. A lot of it was pictures. "On my first day here, ah was giving welcomin' speech to the students. The next thing I know the lights went out, this weird music playin', a stink bomb, green paint; utter chaos! The auditorium was all locked in, students, staff, when finally, the doors open from outside. The music stops, and he," 'he' could only mean Lee, "stands there, clean as a whistle, and laughs!" That does sound pretty incriminating. But I couldn't believe the boy I had just seen was capable of something like that. I read the file on my own. "And for that he was given… a year of detention?"

"The Detentionaire," Barrage was glowering. "Prowler, that was the first and last time a student has caught me off guard. Ah've set an example of that boy. And I encourage the staff to as well! This includes you. Even the detention rooms been upgraded to keep that hooligan in check. But I need an extra pair a' eyes. Bein' you, Prowler!"

I guess now's a good time to ask what my real job here is. "What exactly do you want me to do, sir?"

"Yer my agent, Miss Prowler." Excuse me? This isn't the military! I am not an agent, I'm a freshman college student here for credit! "Ah've put you down fer both lunch and after-school watch. At the end of each you report and tell me what those mud-swimmin' mongrels do, Ping in particular."

I know there's someone I should report this too. A principal shouldn't talk about his student's like this, even the worst ones. And I've seen far worse than Lee Ping on my first day. But it was like Barrage said, and I was already signed on to A. Nigma High. I'll just have tough this out until I can actually do something. But one last thing. "Sir?" I asked. "With all… this going on… what exactly can do in order to… assert my authority around the students here?"

I spent a good few minutes talking to Barrage. Even though in the end I basically got what I wanted, I still felt like more should have been done. I heard Barrage leave his office after me, and thankfully he went in the opposite direction. I was so demoralized by now that I completely gave up the Taz-hunt. I just decided to look around and see what other kinds of crazy walked these halls.

A lot, in fact most, of the students were either in class or outside hunting the tazelwurm. But I was able to see some students hanging around. In the library I found a group in matching green sweaters with different math symbols pouring over books in the library. I asked the librarian, Ms. Alice, who they were and she told me "That's the fiction section, dear." But I found out from someone else that they were called the Mathletes. In the auditorium, I heard music and found a rock band practicing. The logo on the drum set red D.O.D. Nothing too bad actually. The staff (specifically Barrage) seem to be the ones a little out of touch. But it's not my job to deal with them, just the students. Some words from my old teacher came to mind. "Sometimes we complain much without thinking much of it, but the frightening thing is that every time we complain, a cloud descends over our hearts. And if we allow it, our hope, appreciation and joy gradually wane." Sensei Hong was strict, but he was also a caring person. He'd even helped me and my Dad after my mother died because he had been a friend of hers. I hadn't seen him for three years now, but I still remembered so much of what he had taught. "I won't complain over what I can't fix." I told myself. "But I'll stand my ground for what I'm here to do."


I saw Lee and Biffy later that day during their lunch detention. The shocked looks on their faces when Barrage announced I'd be keeping an eye on them were priceless. The detention room could be summed up in one word: OVERKILL! Electrified floors, gas if you talked, and already a sleeping teacher? Can this school really afford this? No-wait, the question here is: How can this be legal? But I kept my mouth shut, and waited until Barrage had left. He had given me special pads for the bottoms of my shoes so I could walk around, plus a chair by the door with non-electric panels around it.

When he was gone, the metal doors shut. I didn't have a code to open and close the doors, apparently Barrage's trust isn't 100%. I walked over to Lee and Biffy, both giving me glares that said 'Don't trust you' or 'You work for the enemy.' I understood why they did. Not just the number one rule of a teenager, after meeting Barrage anyone working with him would be labeled as suspicious. Instead taking my seat by the door I pulled up a chair from a desk in front of both of them and sat so I could face both of them. This surprised them both. "So," I smiled slyly, a little proud of my success, "Everything's okay now?"


They didn't give me much. Which was fine, they told me what had happened to the Taz. Biffy was very cautious about telling me anything, but Lee seemed alright with telling me a little. They seemed to be good friends again, but they didn't explain why, and the tazelwurm was now outside of the school somewhere in the city. "Can he survive out there?" I asked at one point.

"What makes you think it's a 'he'?" Biffy glared.

"Is it?"

"Biffy!" Lee got some of that foul gas sprayed on him. I didn't laugh even if I wanted to a tiny bit.

"She's cool." He went back to whispering. "If she was going to turn in Taz she missed several chances while we were in the hall. And when Barrage found us, she could've turned me in right there."

"And just how can base any trust on her when she's working for the most crazed principal in history?"

"I don't work for Barrage." I put my case down firmly. "I work for no one until summer starts. But my 'job' here, is to earn credits for my college so I can graduate in a few years. That 'job' said I'm supposed to help the students in detention. In this case that's the two of you."

My voice was down but I put authority and sincerity in with it to make my point clear. And it worked, Biffy was quiet as was Lee. The only sound was the teacher's snoring.

"He does that a lot?" I asked them.

"That's all he does." Biffy said.


Their after-school detention was pretty mellow after that. Lee gave me a few facts about the school. He explained the cliques and the teachers, and when I asked he even explained the Prank, he looked at me like I was the first person whoever had asked. "Did you really do it?"

"…No."

"Then why were you not in the auditorium?"

Lee told me the story. How he had been using the bathroom, and then just come in at the wrong time. And apparently it had happened a second time at the school dance. I noticed Biffy looking up occasionally, and whenever he did Lee would trip over his words and turn the story a little. But when he finished… I full out laughed, causing myself to be gased. Ugh, yuck! That's disgusting! I coughed the taste out of my mouth. "I *cough*cough* sorry. I just honestly didn't think that there was someone with less luck than me today."

I earned a quick laugh from Biffy, and a small smile from the 'Prankster'.


The end of the day found me at my favorite coffee shop along with my laptop. There were small outside tables with green umbrellas fenced off from the sidewalk , I sat down in one near the outer corner. In my head I went over my entire first day. All I had found out and experienced. Then I weighed it with my resolve to stay on because it was my responsibility to.

Lee Ping and Biffy Goldstein… Those two were the center of my responsibility since Lee had detention for a full year and Biffy seemed to get almost every day at some point. I could sense a friendship between the two just as easily as I could sense they were not telling me everything. Lee did not do the Prank; that much I was solidly sure of. But at most I would be here for a few months, I don't know what I can do for a kid like that. Should I do anything? I moved here just prior to the school year, in any way can this be any of my business?

Yes, I questioned myself much more than I questioned anyone else I had met today. Why even stay? Just ask for a transfer, go to another school, ask for a different project. No one can make you stay! Just run now, Nora! Oddly enough, I didn't feel like this was an ordeal of common sense. It was a test of character (or maybe pride).

And I had made myself a solemn promise. I think I should stay, at least to add a voice of reason in a school with no sense of its own. "I've always run away from my problems." I repeated the promise over the cup of cinnamon coffee that was brought to me. "No more running. When an obstacle comes, I'll charge it head on." A confident smile came onto my lips and I drank up the calming, sweet, warm liquid.

And for the third time today, I heard an odd sound. I knew it was an engine, but it had been close by for a while. Like the owner forgot to turn it off. Looking up, I saw a sleek black motorcycle. On it was some guy with a red jacket and black helmet. From the way eyes on the helmet were made I could tell the person was looking my way or at least at the coffee shop. It was only for a second and the guy turned around and sped down the road. Wow, nice motorcycle. That was all I thought before I went back to my coffee and opened my laptop to begin working on an assignment for my on-line class.


A/N: Phew, that took a while! I wanted to get to the end of the episode and introduce one of the Council (guess who). It seems right that Nora debuts the same day as they do, if a bigger bad guy comes it's a great time for a little extra help for the good guys! She didn't do much, cut her a beak it was her first day and I don't want to completely mess with the plot. I'm still not happy with the lack reviews.