A/N I've got the next couple of chapters sorted, but I really struggled with writing this one, typical!

Morgana looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. It was her first day at the new school, and she had butterflies.

Rani had tried to say that people were really nice at the school, and that so long as she made it clear she was living with the Smith's she'd instantly be accepted.

Morgana had pointed out that the kids in her year 11 probably hadn't even heard of Luke and Sarah-Jane, so she'd just have to get by on her own thank you very much.

She wished that she could be in their sixth form class though. The subjects would be more interesting and she would at least know someone in the year group. As it was, she would be on her own, in Year 11 lessons, with a bunch of immature teenagers.

Great.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and Sarah-Jane poked her head around the door, holding a cup of tea and smiling.

"Morning," she smiled softly, offering the tea. "Nervous?"

Morgana nodded. Nervous and a little scared.

"You'd think I'd be used to starting new places by now," she muttered. Sarah-Jane ruffled her hair slightly before leaving to answer the door.

Morgana picked up her bag and walked out onto the landing, before crashing into Luke coming from his bedroom.

"I am sooo sorry!" he gasped, dropping to the floor to pick up the books that had tumbled from Morgana's bag, flushing red.

Morgana opened her mouth to say something, but Rani came up the stairs and laughed loudly.

"Come on Morgana, Luke!" she grinned, pausing in the stairs, "We're gonna be late if you just stand there staring at each other!"

Morgana looked away and felt her cheeks flush against her will, avoiding Rani's knowing smile and Luke's similar expression.

"Um, lets go to school then, yeah?" she stammered, rushing down the stairs and out of the door, crashing into Clyde at the bottom.

Great start to her first day at school.


"So, Morgana Jones, what syllabus were you studying at Prince Henry's, they have yet to send your info through," asked the bubbly and interfering Biology teacher, forcing her to surface from the bubble of embarrassment he had already forced upon her when entering his classroom. He had been the only teacher all day to introduce her to the class. It had been horrible.

"AQA sir," she replied automatically, knowing that it was the standard GCSE board for the sciences in this universe. He nodded to himself and wandered off, back to handing pink books and covers to all the students in the class.

"Um, hi," the girl sat to her right smiled, holding out a hand for Morgana to shake. "I'm Sara, Sara Blackwell."

"Hey, Morgana Sm-Jones, Morgana Jones," she smiled back, shaking the proffered hand. Another girl prodded Sara in the ribs.

"Sorry, I've been designated questioner concerning you I'm afraid," Sara breezed with a light laugh. "the girls want to know why you came with Luke Smith and his friends."

"Why?" Morgana was confused, wondering if what Rani said would be true, or if this would make her laughing stock of the class.

"Because Luke Smith is, like, famous in this school, totally lush and clever, perfect combo! The Langer boy has won three competitions for the art department, and well, the girl is Chandra's daughter, they are well weird though, so do you?" Sara barely paused for breath and Morgana found herself the centre of attention of a group of breathless and wide-eyed waiting teenage girls.

"Yeah, I'm uh, living with the Smith's at the moment, actually, for the foreseeable future," she smiled shyly, watching the reactions of the girls under her mascarad eyelashes.

"Oh my GOD!" Sara gasped, and opened her mouth to say something else, but by now, Morgana had attracted a small crowd of appreciative girls.

"Enough chit chat ladies, back to your seats. You can all talk to Miss Jones at lunchtime I'm sure," the biology teacher was back, stern-faced and the gaggle of girls melted back to their seats, giggling and whispering.

So Rani was right then, saying she was staying with the Smith's would improve chances of acceptation into the complex society of human schooling. Damn, that was £5 she now owed Rani.

And so Morgana settled back and let her fantastic mind wander, after all there would be little pulled out of a GCSE level class for a girl who had taken a graduated degree in medicine and biology, would there? And the courses weren't different at all, she had checked.


Morgana's POV

I entered the busy cafeteria, butterflies twisting in my stomach. I couldn't see any of my friends; or a free table for that matter.

It was just a sea of faces, people I didn't know. I was all on my own. I bet that I looked really stupid, I just standing there in the doorway, not moving forward, not moving back.

I never have liked crowds. I can cope, if I have someone with me, but I'm on my own... I feel all panicky, I want to run, to hide, where can I hide?

But I can't move at the same time, maybe this is what a panic attack feels like.

A sudden hand on my shoulder, I jerk away, but it's just Luke, looking shocked, thank heavens.

I'm calm now, still not hungry though.

"I've decided something," I whisper to Rani as she linked arms and pulled me away from the canteen, the two boys trailing behind like puppies.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"I really hate school."

"Don't we all!"


My phone buzzed in my pocket, thankfully on silent and disguised under the babble of my maths class. I was really confused, who would text me during the day while I'm at school?

Mr McGregory was turned away, writing something on the board, and I was sat at the back, so maybe I could just check my phone...

"the team have got a case! Meet outside science at the end of school, SJ is coming x" It was from Clyde. Obvious seeing as he was the only one who would put the team have got a case, like they were some sort of spy agency. I slipped my phone back into my blazer pocket, curiosity kindled, and glanced at the clock.

Five minutes till the end of school, cool. Just five more minutes of revising quadratic equations. Not that I needed to, I'd already finished the entire worksheet and all the questions in the book. Bored stupid. I wish that Sarah-Jane had let me go into the sixth form with the others, at least the work might be more entertaining.

This world was only parallel, only the names of a few things were different. And the streets were organised differently, a pain when trying to find your way around and you automatically turn let instead of going straight on.

I doodled lightly in the margin of my book, my new sonic, mum and dad, hearts with Clyde and Rani written inside. I personally didn't think it would be long before they realised they fancied one another. Luke had Maria, and they have each other. I'm on my own.

I never thought of myself as bitter, and am new to the emotion coursing through my veins. Its times like this when I miss my family. Our psychic link meant that we were able to bounce ideas off each other, and solve problems and feelings. One of them would have know what I felt, was it envy?

The rest of the lesson was spent idling away, daydreaming and drawing, but I was careful to rub out what I had done. When the bell finally went, I was so relieved! I have never felt that way about school before, never ever. Mr Whatever-his-name-was didn't even look up as he dismissed us with a wave of his huge manly hairy hand choosing instead to preen his already impressive moustache in a woman's' handheld mirror. It was gilt edged and everything! I secretly harboured thoughts that he was batting for the other team, despite the gold wedding band on him finger.

I hurried out to find the science block, turning right and the corner, and realising I was in fact somewhere in languages. Great start Gana I thought laughing at myself. I often go the wrong way. I'm sixteen and still struggling with lefts and rights. Not good, funny though.

It only took me a few seconds to retrace my steps and find my way to science, battling the slowing stream of people leaving school as fast as their legs could carry them.

"Morgana," Damn it was Haresh. I turned, plastering a fake smile across my face.

"Hey Sir, just going to meet the guys," I grinned. Haresh nodded, not disputing what I was saying, but not taking the hint that I wanted to go.

"How was your first day, any good?"

I nodded, smiling, fidgeting.

"How are the teachers and the other children? I know someone of your intellect can sometimes be taken as "weirdos" and struggle to fit in. As my daughter's friend and my neighbours ward, I feel that I should keep an eye on you till you settle in."

I stared at him disbelieving. He really did not just say all that, did he? And more, he sounded so self-proud and even puffed his chest out. I nodded again, waved and turned, knowing that he wouldn't tell his daughter's best friend off.

Sarah-Jane's car was parked in front of science block with all the crowd waiting for me.

"Sorry," I gasped, and in way of an explanation, "Haresh!"

Rani groaned loudly, mock-banging her head against Clyde's shoulder.

"So, what's occurring?" I asked, tossing my school bag into the boot and coming back round to the door. Everyone except Sarah-Jane was in the car. I slipped in, feeling a little guilty that I got the front seat when all three of them were a good three inches taller than me, at least. They must be so cramped.

"A few unusual energy readings were coming from the school, so Mum called, asked me to check it out," Luke grinned enthusiastically in the mirror. "We found these footprints round the back of DT and followed them during our free period earlier, phoned mum, and Clyde text you."

I nodded, none the wiser.

"What sort of energy readings," I asked, seriously and a little confused. Sarah-Jane nodded towards the glove box. In it were some sheets of numbers.

"I bought them along, wondered if you'd seen anything similar at Torchwood," Sarah-Jane said distractedly, turning the car onto some sort of playing field. I studied the sheets closely, looking for some sort of pattern, anything familiar. Finally I gave up.

"No, sorry. Nothing."

Sarah-Jane stopped the car on the edge of a large playing field, disused by the looks of it. We clambered out.

"Creep tastic, yet again," muttered Clyde, and for once I felt inclined to believe him. There wasn't anything here, just dust and a few tyres. But it felt seriously odd. Something wasn't right here. I couldn't see how though.

"Hey, look at that?" Rani spotted something in the dirt. It was a vaguely humanoid footprint with small points pressed into the dirt as if claws had trodden there. I shivered. It defiantly wasn't human. My point was backed up when the print suddenly began oozing goo, green liquid trickling up from the hard-baked ground. It was disgusting.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle, standing upright. we were being watched, I was sure of it. I opened my mouth to ask the others if they felt it, but Luke beat me to it.

"Does anybody else have this really weird feeling that we're being watched?"

I nodded, feeling the fear slip onto my face. I saw the others nodding as well. I took a tiny step towards Luke and Sarah-Jane.

A cackling noise filled darkening night. Terrified to the max, I turned and sprinted for the car, swiftly followed by everyone else, all of us piling in. Sarah-Jane pulled away from the field and kicked up a cloud of red dust in her haste. We were all breathing heavily, the same shade of white, and with the same spark of irrepressible fear in our eyes.

"Did anybody see it?" I whispered, when we were safely back in the attic, rolling the tennis ball between my hands. Everyone shook their heads in the negative. So we had all freaked at something none of us saw. It didn't make sense. We were Pro's at alien hunting and all that jazz. SO why had we freaked at a cackle? Nothing ever made sense anymore.

Sarah-Jane called out Mr Smith, but I think it was just so she had something to do, to stop her hands from shaking quite so much. Rani muttered something about tea, and went downstairs with Clyde. Luke stayed up in the attic, eyes wide and unseeing.

I had the uneasy feeling that something had happened that had not happened to me. I just freaked because everyone else did, but why did they all panic so much?

"Because Morgana, you are not quite human, and so your mind is protected," Sarah-Jane said gently, sitting down on the sofa gently. I looked at her, surprised, did I really ask that out loud. She smiled softly. "I watched Peter die again and Luke dies too. I think that they, whoever they may be, caused us to see our worst nightmare or something along those lines. The worst thing happening to the ones you love the most. Why do you think Clyde wouldn't let Rani go down on her own?" this was accompanied by a sly wink from the woman who I had known since I was four years old and reciting the periodic table for fun. She pulled me into a hug. I soon found myself returning to the calm state I had occupied earlier, thanks to Sarah-Jane's hug. Comforted, I saw that Luke remained frozen on the chair, knuckles white from gripping the arms of the chair.

"I'm going to talk to Clyde and Rani, talk to Luke for me will you?" Sarah-Jane whispered, before leaving the room quietly and un-noticed.

Luke didn't even notice as I softly crossed the room to him, but jumped as if scolded when I lightly touched his arm, face turning to me. I was scared as I saw a flash of irrepressible and frantic fear cross his eyes before he realised it was me and relaxed.

"What did you see?" I asked quietly, taking his hand, and kneeling on the hard floor. He looked away. "Luke, please, tell me, it will help." I pleaded.

"I don't want to in case it makes it real," he finally gasped out after a few minutes of agonising silence. I felt so sorry for him, a real heart wrenching feeling that shook me to the bone. And on impulse, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a hug, letting him cry out his feelings like a boy only does when he is truly scared.


Luke's POV

How can I tell her? How can I tell her that what I saw was her leaving, going back to her own home and leaving me behind?

I can't. If I say it maybe it will become real. So I won't tell her. I can't meet her beautiful hazel eyes when every time I close my own I see her turning away from me and into the bright blue-white light.

Suddenly I feel her arms snake around me and pull me in for a close hug as the tears that I had welled up fell in torrents down my face.

She didn't say anything, just comforted me, softly stroking me hair and rocking me back and forth. I found that her just being there helped, I could cry and she wouldn't be embarrassed. I could cry and she wouldn't go away.

Its only as my tears slowly dry up and she is offering me her hankie – some sort of tradition on Other Earth apparently- that I realise that this is the closest we have ever been. I also note that I don't feel that uncomfortable.

"You OK now?" She asked in that amazing voice that sings and trips words into each other as if they were dominoes, but still always makes the most perfect sense. I nodded silently, pretending to be ferociously dabbing me eyes with her hankie so I didn't have to look at her. "Promise me something Luke."

I look at her in surprise and see her eyes overflowing with worry. She was chewing her lip, something I had only noticed her doing when she was scared or upset. I nodded.

"Tell Sarah-Jane what you saw, even if you won't tell me," she said, un-lacing her arms from me and pushing herself up, dusting her knees off. I felt so cold and unprotected without her there. It didn't feel right.

For the gazzillionth time I wondered if she felt the same way about me. Did her heart catch in her throat like mine did? Did she get all nervous and unsure of what to say?

The one thing I did know, and especially from what had just occurred, we were like two parts of the same jigsaw, we fitted together perfectly.

Now just for her to realise that.

A/N sorry but Im feeling a bit soppy and want a bit of romance! So, Luke loves Morgana, proven by the fact that his "nightmare" is here leaving him, and I hint at a Clani match! Please review, and if you are confused, then all will be explained in the next few chapters.