Outsider.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OCs.
The two boys followed the coin like they were watching a tennis match.
Carl smiled at them and flipped the coin in his hand again, causing the boys to look up and then back down as the coin fell into his palm. "Do you want to know the secret to all magic?" he asked them, both of the boys nodded their heads.
Carl flipped the coin over and over in his hands so fast the boys couldn't keep up. Suddenly the coin disappeared and the boys gasped. Carl smirked and pulled the coin from behind Jamie's ear, causing Scott to gasp.
"Misdirection," Carl said, "Make the audience look one way while you make magic. Simple."
He tossed it to Scott and said, "Give it a go." The two boys smiled and hurried off, flipping the coin.
A thunder clap caused Jamie to wake up.
It took him a minute to realise that he was in Veronica and Logan's spare room and there was a thunder storm going on outside in the night. He lay back down, sighing at his memory. He had been having more and more flashbacks since yesterday when he had his first one. At least now he knew that he did in fact know Scott, they had met before and he wasn't hallucinating.
Suddenly the door opened and then closed. Jamie looked to see Casey hurry towards the bed and climb in beside him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
His answer was a scream from her when she heard another thunder clap. She placed her head against his arm and pulled the covers over her.
"Are you scared of thunder?" he asked slightly amused.
"Shut up and go to sleep," she ordered.
It was a while later and Casey was asleep but Jamie wasn't.
He slipped out of the bed quietly and made his way down to the kitchen. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and gaped at the sight in front of him. Through the glass windows he saw the thunder storm in all its glory as it moved over the turbulent sea. Lightening was clear against the sky and all Jamie could say was, "Woah."
"And that's why we got those big windows." Jamie looked over to see Logan walking out of the kitchen in his pyjamas.
"Can't sleep?" he asked and Jamie nodded.
"Well take a seat and I'll get us something to drink."
Jamie walked over to the window seat and sat with his feet up. Logan walked over to him and handed him a cup while he sat down opposite him.
"The view is always amazing when there's a storm," Logan said, "For some reason I always feel so calm when there's a storm. Of course Taylor crawled into our bed because she doesn't like the lightening but Kyle's used to it."
Jamie frowned and said, "Um, you may have heard that I kind of gave out to him earlier?"
Logan nodded and smirked, "Don't worry about it. I call him out on his shit all the time but maybe hearing it from someone else will help."
They were silent again, drinking from their mugs and watching the storm. Then Jamie looked at him and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, how on earth did you and Veronica get married? I mean from what I've read about you two, you're both severely messed up individuals. No offence."
Logan smirked again and replied, "I sometimes wonder that myself. But there is something you should know about Veronica, when someone tells her she can't do something; her actual reflex is to say "Watch me." You know I remember the day I asked her to marry me."
He laughed slightly and said, "She frowned and told me to get off my knee and put the ring away because she wouldn't marry me."
Jamie winched, "Harsh."
"Yes she is. Except a few hours later I was in an accident involving a motorcycle and a lot of alcohol and when I woke up in the hospital a while later, she was sitting there, scolding me for nearly denting her ring, which was sitting on her finger."
Jamie nodded and smiled slightly. "You see, the thing I figured out is that she was the only person in my life that understood me and I shouldn't let her go. And as for Veronica...well I always could see past her walls."
Jamie let these words pass through his mind and he nodded again. "Have you and Veronica thought about my plan yet?" he asked.
Logan sighed and replied, "It's a good idea and I think you and Casey could pull it off but we really don't want to put you in danger."
"I've been put in danger the day my parents brought Scott home. These men, the Johnson brothers, started all this and I'm going to help finish it. No offence but you and Veronica don't seem to be the kind of people who take things like this lying down."
Logan had raised his eyebrows when Jamie had spoken with such determination and then he smirked and replied, "I knew you were a good kid. But right now you need sleep. Go to bed."
Jamie nodded and handed the mug back to him, walking back to the stairs. Then he stopped and turned around saying, "Logan?"
Logan had stood up and now he looked back at him.
"Thanks," he said simply before walking back up the stairs. He rubbed his eyes and reached for the door, pushing it open.
But when he stepped into the room, he stopped. This wasn't the spare room.
It was a child's room, a boy's room. Toys were clearly in the chest at the bottom of the bed which was covered with fluffy blankets. It soon dawned on him that he was in Scott's old room. He quickly back out of the door and shut it.
When he reached his own room and shut the door behind him, he saw that Casey was still in bed. He climbed in beside her and lay back down.
She woke up and looked at him sleepily. "Hey is everything ok?" she asked.
Jamie replied, "Ya, everything's fine. I'm just sorry I dragged you into all this."
Casey laughed quietly and said, "Jamie you know I'd do anything for you. Going to California wasn't that much of a burden."
He wasn't sure if it was the electric feel from the storm outside or the way her smiling face lit up but something made her look even more beautiful then she usually did. "...the one person in my life that understood me."
So Jamie leaned over her and kissed her in one movement. He pulled back a moment later, his arms either side of her and he mumbled, "Um..."
And with the thunder rolling outside and the lightening sparking the sky, Casey tugged on the necklace around his neck and pulled Jamie's lips on hers.
The next morning Veronica found Jamie sitting at the kitchen sipping a glass of orange juice. He smiled at her and Veronica said, "Good morning."
As she reached for the coffee pot she asked, "Did Casey sleep well?"
There was a sound of a glass hitting the wooden counter and hands scrambling to pick it up. She turned around to see Jamie holding the empty glass again and he said, "We just talked!"
Veronica raised an eyebrow and he said, "Well there was some kissing involved but mostly talking." He sighed slightly and he said, "It's a little scary how much she understands me."
Veronica nodded and replied, "It usually is."
Taylor and Kyle joined them later and breakfast was soon ready. Logan came out of his office and sat beside Jamie at the island.
Jamie waited until the two kids had left for school and then he asked, "So are we going ahead with my plan or what?"
Logan looked at Veronica and replied, "You're not going to give this up are you?"
Jamie shook his head and said, "You can either help me or not but Casey and I are going to that ball tonight and we're finding some sort of evidence in that office."
"It wouldn't hold up," Veronica said, "You would have gotten illegally and it wouldn't be allowed in court."
Jamie paused for a moment and then said, "But if a cop saw it, in plain sight? If a cop saw something weird right in front of him, he or she would investigate, that would do wouldn't it?"
"You're saying that if we can get a suspicious file in clear view and get a cop in there to see it, then we'll have Eric Johnson right where we want him?"
Veronica said, thinking it through. She looked at Logan who said, "That might just work."
"But how are we going to get into the house without raising suspicion, get the files in clear view, get a cop in the office and get Jamie and Casey out of the house?" he said a moment later.
Jamie winced, "Yes, I didn't think of the details."
"Leave that to me," Veronica said, a mischievous smirk appearing on her face.
Logan and Jamie glanced at each other and Logan said, "Don't look at me. It's your plan."