(N): "Okay, so this probably our last chapter until after the weekend so let's get'r'done." (K): "Larry the Cable guy is gonna sue." (N): "Eep! I don't own the phrase "get'r'done", don't sue me!" (K): "Much better, now let's get to the story."

Elaine yawned as she walked through the Sky High hallways. She sighed as she saw Layla walking towards her. "Well, I'm going to be here a while," she thought, mentally shrugging. "Might as well get use to her."

"Hi Elaine," Layla said, smiling. "How are you?"

"Pretty good," Elaine said. "How about yourself?"

"I'm doing great, thanks."

At that moment the bell rang.

"Aw shit," she said, turning away from Layla. "Sorry Layla, gotta run."

She was going to be late, there was no doubt. Her class was clear on the other side of school. As she ran through the hall ways Elaine smiled, she loved physical activity. She had been running for about three minutes when she bumped into a middle aged man.

"Jeez," she said, stumbling to the side. "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

"What's your name?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Elaine," she answered, nervously.

"Your full name," he clarified.

"Elaine Colma O'Donovan," Elaine reiterated.

"Ah, just the person I wanted to see," the man said, smiling for the first time. "Follow me, please."

"Great," Elaine muttered as she followed the man. "I've been here for less then a whole week and I'm already in trouble."

Elaine and the man (he was a teacher for Sidekick History) walked until they made it to Powers office. Powers secretary smiled and instructed Elaine to go right in.

Elaine was slightly shocked to find that instead of Principle Powers behind the desk there was a man in a bland suit with slicked back, black/gray hair. Now in almost any other situation this man would seem completely normal, but Elaine knew exactly what he was as soon as she saw him.

"Elaine O'Donovan?" the man asked from behind the desk.

"You know very well who I am, don't pretend," Elaine said, sharply.

"Of course," the man behind the desk said smiling. "My name is Luke Manson; I'm an agent of F.H.P.A.P."

"Of course you are," Elaine said, rolling her eyes.

"Look Elaine," Luke said, finally dropping the "I'm a nice guy" act. "We've gotta talk."

"Do we now?" Elaine asked, innocently.

"You know I need answers from you and your brother's not talking," he said glaring.

"Whoa, hold it!" Elaine said standing up. "You all made a deal, you stay away from Nate."

"That was never made a formal agreement," Agent Manson pointed out. "We just need to talk about some people that you've come in contact with."

"I'm not talking to you until you promise to leave Nate alone," Elaine said firmly.

"Fine," he said with a sigh, he then began to take a bunch of folders out of his bag. "Now, I need you to look at these files. There are quite a lot of them so you might want to get started."

"What is all of this?" Elaine asked, looking through the first file.

"People that you knew before you were located," Agent M. answered. "We need to know if any of them could possibly know what you and/or brother can do."

"Everyone?" Elaine asked, looking at the huge stacks of paper.

"Not exactly everyone," he replied, looking vaguely sheepish.

Elaine looked in one of the files.

"Cynthia Eminnis," Elaine said, looking up from the file. "I haven't seen her since the fourth grade!"

"Ok, so everyone," Agent M. said, rolling eyes.

"You realize that I developed my powers in the fifth grade, right?"

"Well that's one less file for you to look over," Agent M. said, taking the file and putting it in the trash.

Elaine began to groan when the bell suddenly rang.

"Whelp," Elaine said standing up. "As much as I would love to stay and hang out with you all day, and you know would, I have to go to class."

Just as Elaine made it to the door Agent M. crushed her hopes and dreams.

"Actually, we told your teachers that you may or may not be in class today," he said, looking smug. "They were very understanding."

Elaine narrowed her eyes at the man and sat back down in her chair.

In the end it took Elaine five hours and one lunch break to get through all the names and by the time she was finished she was cranky, hungry and ready to kill the next F..P. Agent she saw (luckily none crossed her path).

After finished her make up lunch, Elaine only had mad science left. When she made it there she sat down with a thud at her desk.

"What's your problem?" Warren asked from behind her.

"F.H.P.A.P. sucks," was her only reply.

Warren just shrugged his shoulders and looked back down to the picture he was carving into his desk using a Spork (sporks are AWESOME!).

After a few minutes Medulla (or Big Head as Elaine had so affectionately dubbed him) walked into the room yammering on about homework, the upcoming science project and something about space ooze radiation.

"And so begins the mind numbing wonderland of Mad Science," Elaine thought, banging her head into her desk.

AT ELAINE'S LOCKER

Elaine was pulling her sweater out of her locker when Warren walked over to his own and began to put away some of his books.

"So," he said, not looking away from his locker. "You gonna tell me why F.H.P.A.P. sucks?"

"Why would it matter to you?" Elaine asked, also not looking up from her locker.

"You seemed…troubled," Warren said awkwardly, feelings were obviously not his strong suit.

Elaine looked at him shocked for a second.

"Are you feeling ok?" she asked razing an eyebrow.

"Why wouldn't I?" Warren said, starting to get defensive.

"Cause you just said something kind, caring even."

At this Warren just rolled his eyes and looked back to his locker.

"Seriously," Elaine said. "Do you have a fever? Oh, wait, that's redundant."

"More like retarded," Warren muttered.

Elaine made a face at him and began grab stuff out of her locker again. Warren just stood there looking at her expectantly.

"What?" Elaine asked once she couldn't take it any longer.

"You still haven't explained to me where you were all morning."

"When did you become my babysitter?" Elaine asked, rolling her eyes.

"When you disappeared and Layla forced me to figure out what was wrong," Warren answered.

"Fine," Elaine answered with a sigh. "F.H.P.A.P. is rooting through my past."

"You know you don't have to let them question you," Warren told her. "After the stuff with my da- after some stuff happened they started to bug me a lot, so I researched them and they have no right to hold you or question you if you haven't committed any crimes."

"Yeah," Elaine said, shoulders slumping. "But if I don't co-operate they could make things really hard for Nate."

Warren watched as Elaine's face twisted in pain at the thought of something happening to her brother.

"Sorry," was the best he could muster.

"Yeah well, shit happen," Elaine said, she then looked up and gave Warren a questioning look. "Why did I tell you all of this?"

"Cause if you didn't Layla would have bugged you to no end," he answered right away.

"Man, she rules over us all, doesn't she?"

"It's sad to say, but true."

Elaine shook her head and slung her backpack over her shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Peace."

"Yeah," Warren said leaning on his locker, wondering why F.H.P.A.P. was bugging a sixteen year old girl and her kid brother.

_____________________________________________________________________________________(K): "Ok folks, that's all for tonight. We're tired and have school in the morning so, this will have to do for now, isn't that right Nori?" (N): "I am no longer Nori." (K): "What?!?" (N): "I am now the Tater-tot formally known as Nori." (K): "That's it folks, she has finally lost all her marbles. She's crazy, over the rainbow, a couple sandwiches short of a picnic basket, wacko-" (N): "Not Wacko, Wanko! Wanko the Sane, WHOO-HOO!!"

Bravo Yankee Echo, Katrinka and Nori.