A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here, pumping out the last chapter of More Than Friends before the mid-season special!

Yup, look who is getting back in the swing of things, huh? I would like to take the opportunity to thank everyone who ever uttered nice words about me, and gave me the encouragement I needed to get along with things, especially 'mariposa de cristal' (muchas gracias, amiga) 'Iggynator' (who I have been talking to for a while, and has been a big help), 'Mbavrocks12' (for always chatting with me whenever), 'youre-never-to-old-for-disney' (for being an awesome internet buddy) and, of course, my dearest fanfic buddy, 'MBAV fan66', who has been sticking by my side through the ups and downs of my crazy life. And to anyone I might've missed; you know who you are :)

And I promise this will be the last update for this story for a while; I have a few stories I need to be working on (I swear, if anyone says anything about The Search For Happily Ever After, I'll...cry silently in a corner :P) but I just wanted to squeeze this chapter in because I was so excited for it XD

Think of this as the sequel to a chapter in Ex-Friends called 'Mission Not So Impossible'. I wanted to do this chapter ever since watching Saturday Night Fever, and, admittedly, Grease (though Grease has nothing to do with this chapter.). Yeah, I've been on a John Travolta musical marathon nowadays :P

So this chapter is all about a certain dance that goes by the name 'disco'! Yup, we are going back to the 70's and bell-bottoms, so I hope you are ready for this action-packed, blast from the past from your good, ol' pal, TOBN :P

Shoutouts to the one and only...

MBAV fan66- I'd never get mad at you, fanfic buddy *gives you a bear hug* Anyway, yeah, you're right, that was a pretty easy adventure for them, huh? I guess maybe I wanted to take things easy for them, since this chapter is probably going to be pretty action-packed for them this time. They don't go on a vacation, do they? Anyway, thanks for your review as always, fanfic buddy :)

So drop a review, and I hope you like the chapter. I certainly try my very best to entertain you :)

Disclaimer: I don't own MBAV, or its characters. I don't own any song references I slip in there (primarily the Bee Gees, not gonna lie :P). I just own these plots, and Sky Bryans, my OC. I also own Talia Baxter, who is the antagonist of the story, along with anyone else you don't recognize (i.e. Shark, Mark Peterson, Sky's parents, etc)

ENJOY!

P.S- Thank you Fanfiction . net for having enough space for me to put this title. I really appreciate it, because this title is absolutely everything I could want :P

P.P.S- I realized that this chapter was the exact same chapter as Mission Not So Impossible in Ex-Friends. I didn't even noticed. What a coincidence :P

P.P.P.S- I actually searched all these dance moves. Huh.


More Than Friends: Chapter 9: Mission Not So Impossible: Disco Nation


There was nothing Ethan liked more than singing Bee Gees at midnight while washing the dishes.

His parents were out, and weren't coming back until morning, and Jane was at a sleepover. Since Ethan ate on his own, he ended up cleaning the dishes, and, while he was at it, decided to clean up the kitchen a bit as well.

Now he could've invited Sarah, or his friends over to hang out, but Ethan felt as if he was seeing them too much. It's not like he didn't like seeing his friends, or was tired of seeing their faces; he loved his friends. But during the last couple of adventures that they had, he just felt as if they had never had there time alone.

So that was how he got to this moment; singing along to 'Staying Alive' that was playing on his phone. He danced a little, smiling to himself as he slid across the kitchen floor, singing as loud as he could; he didn't care about his neighbours.

"Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive." Ethan sings, twirling all over the kitchen, and hitting all the high notes as best as his singing ability allowed him to. He bobbed his head to the beat as he scrubbed off the dish until it was sparkling.

"Ah, ah ah, staying alive, ah ah ah ah staying allllliiiiiiivvveeee!" Ethan stretched out the note, really feeling it as he laughed - was he weird? He didn't think he was weird - doing some general disco moves, and trying to walk as cool as John Travolta.

All of the sudden, the lights flickered off. Ethan looked around, clearly curious, as he tried to flick the light switch on and off.

Nothing.

"Dammit, maybe it's the weather." Ethan muttered to himself, the sound of the Bee Gees still ringing in his ears.

He checked the living room, where he was met with a mysterious figure in the middle of the room. The only thing that could be heard between them was the song, and the sounds of their breath.

"W-Who are you?" Ethan whispered, just loud enough for the figure to hear.

The figure just smirked, and his words came out of an indecipherable accent.

"Well, here is someone who finally appreciates my sense of music."

Ethan reached out to try and grab the person. Unfortunately for him, the person was faster than him.

The person stretched their arm out. Ethan could hear words being muttered under his breath, and a streak of light shot from the stranger's hand, and right into Ethan's chest.

Suddenly, the world started to shine unlike Ethan has ever seen before. It was as if he were being blinded by light. He barely had any time to comprehend the situation - the world dimmed out in a sparkle of gold, and Ethan stayed rooted in his place.

The stranger walked around the golden statue of Ethan, admiring every single piece of work that his magic had supplied. He traced his finger down Ethan's now golden shirt, cackling when he tapped against it.

Solid gold.

"A whole new meaning to 'trophy wife', huh?" he joked to himself.

He found a security camera, and said a message to his "friends"; no doubt would they want to check the security cameras to find out what was going on. He knew them so well, so he talked about his plan, almost completely silent, and said goodbye, along with whispering a spell.

The two disappeared in smoke, leaving the Morgan residence completely empty.


"So he's just...gone." Sky stated as they walked around the Morgan residence.

It was morning, and Mr. and Mrs. Morgan had complained that Ethan wasn't home. Jane found pieces of gold lying on the living room floor, and Evelyn had sensed a strong wave of magic in the house. Now, Sky, Erica, Sarah, Benny and Rory arrived at the scene, investigating the house as well.

"Grandma's right," Benny said, "someone definitely performed magic here. And it was recent as well. Maybe...midnight?"

"How can you tell?" Rory asked. "Can spellmasters smell magic? Because that'd be so cool..."

Sky patted Rory's back sympathetically. "Unfortunately, Rory, that's not how magic works."

"Really?" Benny said, looking at Sky. "I mean, that's how I do it. I smell this...rustic scent in the air. Kind of like a burned car, or a lot of fire..."

"Um, then you aren't smelling magic, dear." Evelyn said with a chuckle. "You don't smell magic, you feel it."

"So why do I smell fire?"

"Oh, those are the cookies I was cooking," Samantha said, rushing to the kitchen to try and save her cookies. Sarah crossed her arms, looking more anxious than she was concentrated. Erica noticed this and slid to her side.

"Look, Sarah, you don't have to worry." Erica whispered. "He'll be fine."

Sarah nodded, and a beep came from Rory's computer. He smiled, getting on the couch and placing the computer on his lap. Everyone crowded around the couch, and Rory smirked, looking as he got footage from last night.

"Alright, I'm in." Rory said proudly. "I successfully hacked the security camera, and now we can see everything that was going on."

"Rory, honey," Samantha said, placing slightly burnt cookies on the table. "the cameras weren't broken. Whoever stole Ethan just kept them in tact; you could've just asked us for the footage and we would've been able to get it ready in two minutes -"

"Let me just have my Mission Impossible feeling, alright?" Rory snapped, and Erica just stifled her laughs.

The computer screen flickered to life as Rory skipped through all the events before reaching the point where Ethan was in the kitchen, washing dishes and singing Bee Gees. He danced around, sliding across the floor.

Benny snickered. "E always had the moves of John Travolta, not gonna lie."

Erica nodded. "Yeah, did you see the moves he busted out at the dance-a-thon last week -"

"Focus!" Sarah snapped.

Everyone looked at her, and Sarah cowered back into her seat, mumbling "sorry" and watched the screen.

The lights flickered dark, and the music played on. They watched as Ethan walked into the living room, to be met with a tall, black stranger. He backed away, trying to grab the person. But it was too late; a stream of gold magic blasted Ethan in the chest, and he was turned into a golden statue.

"Oh my god," Samantha covered her mouth. "my baby..."

Ross comforted her, and the stranger went up to the camera, face blocked by a mask.

"Can you see a face?" Benny mumbled.

"No." Sky replied, squinting as she pushed her black glasses up. "I think he's wearing a mask. And gloves; there won't be any fingerprints on the cameras."

"I think he's saying something," Rory whispered, and they all quieted down.

"Hello, Team V." The stranger's voice was muffled by a device that made his voice indecipherable. "If you're watching this, then you know that I have kidnapped your favorite Seer. He is kind of like a trophy wife; he's a wife because he's feminine as fuck,"

Rory stifled laugh, which was silenced by Sarah's glare.

"And two, because he is going to be a trophy at the 'Don't Stop Disco' competition at the local club, Saturday night, which I reckon is quite appropriate, if I do say so myself. "

The figure chuckled, before going on.

"That's right. Your beloved Seer is going to be the prize for the winning couple. Of course, you should try and win him back, shouldn't you? Remember the rules, Team V; you have to disco for as long as you can, but once nobody is dancing, I'll make sure everybody in the room has a...blast."

The gang exchanged looks, and the figure cackled, disappearing in smoke, along with the golden statue of Ethan.

"Blast?" Rory said, closing the computer. "What does he mean by 'blast'?"

"He's going to blow up the club." Benny murmured. "He's going to blow up the club, literally. With explosives."

"And if he is telling the truth about Ethan, he is going to blow up Ethan." Sarah mumbled, standing up shakily.

"Where is the club he was talking about in the video?" Sky asked. Rory opened his computer again. His fingers flied across the keyboard. After a while, he finally got the location. He looked at his friends.

"It's not too far," Rory read off the site. "The competition is in this place called 'Blast From The Past Disco Club'. They hold an annual 'Don't Stop Disco' every year, with cooler prizes. This year, a mysterious man donated a golden statue of who he calls 'his prized possession'."

Sarah slammed the table. Samantha winced. Sarah looked at her, and calmed down, asking the questions calmly. "Who is the guy?"

"I dunno." Rory answered. "It doesn't say."

"Let's not worry about that, let's just try and figure out what he meant and how we can stop this guy from blowing up the place." Erica cut in. She pulled out her phone, and began scrolling through her contacts. Rory peeked over her shoulder. His eyes widened when he saw the number she tapped.

"Not him," Rory moaned. "Please, anybody but him."

"I think we have no choice, Rory." Sky said, crossing her arms. Benny seemed to have got what was happening - Sky could tell by how fast Benny's head was shaking - and Rory flopped face first on the couch, moaning.


It was less than two minutes after the call when the doorbell rang. Benny offered to get it. He walked to open it, and sighed when he answered it.

"Not you again." Benny growled.

Jesse smiled. "We meet again, geek."

Benny crossed his arm, rolling his eyes. Jesse just checked his nails, leaning against the doorframe. He then looked at Benny as if he were an alien. Benny's eyes said it all; what was he waiting for?

"Are you going to invite me in, dork?"

"Take it back, and I will."

"Will what?"

"Let you come in."

Jesse grinned, stepping into the house, his fangs showing in his smile. Benny face-palmed.

"I'm such an idiot." Benny murmured, and Jesse smiled a toothy grin at Samantha and Ross.

"Hello Mrs. Morgan. Mr. Morgan." Jesse said, grinning. Ethan's parents stepped back, glaring at Jesse.

"Who's idea was this." Ross growled.

Jesse rose his hand in the air. "Oh, Mr. Morgan, calm down."

"You nearly killed Ethan." Samantha said loudly. "I don't think you have any right to even be in this household. If you don't leave within the next ten seconds, don't think that I won't stake you until I see your heart fall out of your fucking chest."

"Geez, someone grew a pair," Jesse smirked. "and I'm not talking about E's pops here."

Ross lunged towards him, but Erica held him back.

"I called him, alright?" Erica said, stepping between the three. "I called him because I know he'll be able to help."

"How?" Samantha asked.

"You weren't there for the Lucifractor, Mrs. Morgan?" Jesse asked, sickly sweet. "I saved everyone's ass."

"Yeah, okay." Sky finally spoke up, walking up to Jesse.

"Oh, is it Sky Bryans?" His eyes travelled down to Sky's hand, which was squeezing Benny's. He smiled. "Or should I say Sky Weir? "

Benny bit his lip in frustration. Jesse smirked. "Please never change your name, dearest Sky. I wouldn't want you to have that last name for the rest of you life. Heck, your kids will laugh at you, counting Benny boy over here can even manage."

Erica stifled her laughs, and Sarah elbowed her, shutting her up promptly.

"We invited you for a reason, Jesse." Sarah rolled her eyes. "And that reason was not for you to be a jackass."

"So why do you need me again, Sarah?"

"Because," Erica answered for her, "I just checked out the rules for the competition. You need to be in a relationship to join."

Erica looked at Jesse, and added, "And since we all prefer to be in our relationships, Sarah has to dance with someone. You were the first person I thought of when I thought of the disco dance competition thingy."

"Wait," Sarah interrupted, "I have to dance with him?"

"Yeah, hold up, Erica," Jesse said, "I thought I was here for some serious mission. What the hell does disco have to do with anything? You know I have a job that I have to be doing at the moment that involves more explosions than disco dancing, right?"

"Well, Jess, this one involves a lot of explosives." Rory muttered. "And the death of Ethan, along with many drunk 70's people, if we don't stop it."

"Don't call me Jess, blondie."

"It suits you. Feminine." Benny smirked.

"Says the guy with the name of a pre-schooler," Jesse shot back.

"Enough!" Evelyn roared.

Everyone looked at her, and the wall that Evelyn at burned with her magic. She cheekily smiled, repaired it with the snap of her fingers, and continued to speak.

"We need to cooperate if we want to save Ethan." Evelyn smiled. "I think I have an idea on how we are going to stop this guy."

"How?" Sarah echoed.

"Well, it involves getting you teens back in those black suits again, and getting those retired Bluetooth headsets back on your heads again. And Jesse," She looked at the old vampire with a sigh. "we're going to need your agency specialties to help us with this one."

"It's like, Mission Impossible all over again!" Rory smiled, and then his smile grew as he added, "Or at least, Mission Impossible: Disco Nation.


Saturday night, and Sarah walked into the club, with Jesse by her side.

"It's a nice night for a little disco, huh?" Jesse asked, and Sarah shrugged.

"I guess."

"...you look nice."

"Since when did you give compliments?"

"You do look nice. Not a compliment. The truth."

Sarah knows she looked nice; she wore a red dress that showed a lot of her neck. It went up to her knees, and resembled the outfit that Stephanie Mangano from Saturday Night Fever. Her hair was curled, left down.

"You look nice as well, if you want to hear it." she ended up saying.

Jesse looked down at the white suit - with the popped collar, like Tony Manero - and looked at Sarah with a toothy grin. "I think I look good as well. Good ol' John Travolta would be proud of the look I'm showing off tonight."

He winked, and Sarah just rolled her eyes.

"I'm in a relationship, Jesse."

"You never said a happy one, Sare."

"Don't call me that, Jesse." Sarah looked at him sternly. "We are not dating."

"People call you that -"

She interrupted his protests. "I am being completely honest when I tell you to act maturely tonight. We don't want to win, Jesse. We need to dance long enough for Sky and Benny to deactivate that bomb under the dance floor. We cannot get off the dance floor, and that means no drinking. If no one is on the dance floor, you have five seconds to get on it before the bomb explodes. Got it?"

"Wow, thanks for the recap, Sarah." Jesse said, annoyed. "I know the plan off the back of my head. And this is strictly professional; you have to remember that this is my career, and not some last minute thing that your 'gang' does."

Sarah said nothing as they walked into the club.

It was glimmering in red and orange lights, pumping 70's music loudly. The LED dance floor was filled with bodies of couples under a disco ball, and around the edges of the club were people at tables, taking shots and getting wasted.

Jesse looked jealous at the amount of alcohol. Sarah just dragged him to the registration table, where they were meant with a man with a fake, bright orange, afro.

"Wassup?" The guy screamed from the other side. Sarah winced. "How can I help ya?"

"We want to sign up for the 'Don't Stop Disco' competition tonight." Jesse said smoothly, leaning against the table.

Orange Afro beamed. "Of course! Just sign your name. And remember; the only rules are that you're out once you stop dancing, and you are out if you pass out, drunk."

"Wait, there's going to be drinking?" Sarah asked. Jesse's lit up.

"Yeah, every time a couple goes out, we give the remaining couples a shot of our speciality!" The man winked.

Jesse grinned. "I'm in."

Sarah sighed. "Me too, I guess."

"Groovy!" The man smiled as he took their sheets. "Starts in ten minutes, 'right? Grab a drink while you're at it, will ya? It's a good idea to fuel up before the dancing, if you know what I mean, which you definitely do."

Sarah dragged Jesse away, and Jesse just made his way to the bar.

'You're gonna get wasted?' Erica's voice rung in Sarah's ears. 'That's not fair; why do Rory and I have to be on henchmen duty?'

"Because, Erica," Sarah hissed through her headset. "you two are the best fighters out of all of us. Rory can't dance if he had the chance."

'Yes I can!' Rory protested.

'Oh please,' Benny spoke up. 'You passed out from ten minutes of running laps in gym. And you're a vampire.'

Sarah smirked. Rory huffed. 'To my defence, I didn't eat breakfast. And you passed out too!'

'Focus, guys.' Sky's calming voice echoed in Sarah's ears. 'Benny and I are just about to go underground to try and deactivate the bomb under the dance floor. We found the shed that connects the LED dance floor to the control panel, and now we are going down the staircase.'

'Yeah, did you know this whole LED floor is literally embedded into the ground? They built that as the floor of the actual club, and had construction workers dig for hours underground to connect it to the control panel. It's crazy.' Benny added.

"Yeah, real interesting." Sarah said. "Jesse is taking shots, and I am gonna try and keep the old man busy."

'You know I have a headset too, right?' Jesse's voice buzzed, and Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen!" Orange Afro said from the stage. Sarah had said the contest was starting, and rushed to find Jesse, who was in the middle of the dance floor.

"Are you ready to get grooooooo-vay?" Orange Afro screamed. The people drunkenly yelled.

"Tonight, one lucky couple will be going home a thousand bucks, and this amazing, life size statue, generally donated by one of our club members!"

He pulled down the sheet, and Sarah was stunned to see Ethan, shining in gold, his hand stretched out. His eyes read fear, but people didn't seem to notice that. Jesse must've saw the look on her face, because he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright, Sarah." Jesse said quietly. "He'll be okay."

Sarah nodded, and girls in bell-bottoms began to pass out the first shots.

"And on the count of three, drink your shots, and start dancing!"

Sarah got her shot, and Jesse got his. The countdown began.

"Please don't blame me if I get crazy," Sarah said sincerely. "I really hope they were true about vampires not getting drunk."

"They aren't," Jesse smirked. "Trust me."

Sarah gulped, and Jesse toasted when everyone exclaimed 'one!'.

"Seeya on the other side, Sare." he said with a smile.

And they took the shot, leaving it on the table beside them, and began their disco night.


"Great," Erica muttered, sitting behind the bush outside of the club. "Sarah is out there with her ex, getting wasted; it should be me who is doing that right now! She definitely owes me a shot or five when we get back to our dorm..."

"Hey, babe, as much as I love when you are drunk," Rory said, "I don't really want to see you with your ex. Besides, I didn't even know you had an ex in in the first place. I'm oddly suspicious now."

"You don't need to know the story, Rory."

"Hey! That rhymed!"

"...it did, huh."

"Yeah...don't change the subject!" Rory said, spinning around to face her. They were both wearing dark suits, and all they could hear in their ear pieces were drunken cheers and disco music. Erica looked at Rory and rolled her eyes. She fixed her ponytail.

Rory grew impatient. "Who was your ex, Erica?"

"That's not relevant, Rory."

"Well, it's not like any interesting spy things are happening at the moment," Rory whispered. "I think this is the part where the two spies are waiting for something, and then they decide to share something intimate."

"Which movie did you get that from this time?"

"Uh, every movie? Duh!"

Erica rolled her eyes, leaning against the shrub. "I've had a lot of boyfriends before you; don't feel special."

"You have?" Rory asked, feeling rather dumb; of course she had more boyfriends before him. She was Erica Jones; he was lucky enough that he can even say to other people that he was Erica Jone's girlfriend.

"But maybe it's because I've been around you for a while, Rory." Erica suddenly blurted out. Rory perked up. "Maybe it's because we were kind of together for as long as I've known you. Freshman year, and you were kind of a dork. But you've shown me that I am too."

"So your point?"

"I'm saying that I've had a lot of romances, Rory." She smiled. "But I guess you've showed me a new way of living. I could've been an emotionless vampire, going from victim to victim, love to love. But I have you. For God knows how long."

"...wow, we've certainly skipped to the end credits, have we?"

Erica smirked. "One more thing to go."

Rory leaned in and kissed Erica. Erica smiled, moving into the kiss. By the time they were done, they were both blushing, lips wet.

When Rory leaned back, he looked at Erica.

"I want to marry you when I graduate."

Erica's breath stopped. "You...what?"

"Well, I know it isn't really worth anything, since we're immortal and all," Rory blushed, scratching the back of his neck. "and I know that it would be kind of useless, but I want kids, Erica, and I want to have them with you. Unless you don't want to. Besides, I don't think vampires can have babies anyway -"

Erica cut him off with a kiss. "I want to marry you."

"...you do?"

"As soon as I can, Keaner."


Another couple got off the dance floor, clearly disappointed, and Sarah's (sort of) sober mind tried to check what time it was.

"It's been about half an hour," Sarah said to Jesse, who was right beside her, doing 'The Bus Stop'. "These people are certainly motivated dancers."

"Orrrrr," Jesse slurred. "maybe time just moves slower when you and I are together, babe."

"Jesse," Sarah pouted, stretching the name as she spun around Jesse. "I told you for the second time today, that I am in a happy relationship. And you're drunk; you don't know what you are talking about.

"You're drunk too, Sarah!" Jesse exclaimed, dipping her.

Sarah forced herself up. "Jesse, let's just keep dancing."

Jesse smirked as another shot was delivered their way; another couple has lost. "Sure thing, Sare."

Sarah wearily drank the shot, and blinked widely as the room spun around her in circles.

'Please hurry up,' Sarah thought to herself.


"Okay, here we are!" Benny said, finding the bomb that was under the LED dance floor. The bomb had an analog monitor, that was beeping with numbers.

"I think that is the amount of people that are still on the dance floor." Sky whispered. Benny nodded.

"Fifteen." He read off the monitor. "There are fifteen people that are on the LED dance floor right now, which means we have to move fast if we want to deactivate this bomb. Do you think we can do it, Agent Skylar?"

Sky rose an eyebrow. Benny shrugged.

"Well?" Benny asked incredulously. "Can we, Agent?"

"I guess we can, 007." Sky snickered, and Benny grinned widely.

"Uh, guys?" Sarah's voice slurred. "Jesse is getting tipsy, and so am I-I. I think y'all need to hurry."

"She does sound stoned." Benny remarked. "Lucky girl."

Sky gave him an annoyed look, and they went on to try and deactivate the bomb.

"Benny, five people got off. There is now ten people on the dance floor - wait, no, nine."

"The numbers are dropping, huh." Benny said worryingly. "We should probably get going."

"How's it going where you are, Erica and Rory?" Sky whispered in her headset, unaware of the black shadow behind them.


"It could be going better!" Erica exclaimed, going full 360 and kicking a vampire in the head. He flopped to the ground, and Rory smirked. He punched a guy in the face, and the guy staggered back, before swinging another punch. Rory dodged sideways, and swept low to blow a kick to the guy's shin.

"This is like," Rory huffed, "a game that involves us, fighting off bad people, and their battles on which the player chooses if they want to be on good or bad affect the actual episodes of a show about us!"

Erica looked at Rory after a few seconds of silence. "Oddly specific; let's not break the fourth wall again, Rory. You never know."

Rory got socked in the face by one of the henchmen, and went flying back. He growled, wiping blood off his mouth, and his fangs popped out.

"Who do you even work for?" Rory screamed, throwing a punch to the guys stomach.

"We'll never tell you!" The henchman smirked, his own fangs popping out. "Besides, he is gonna take out your 'underground miners' as soon as he can. And this whole place is going to explode into pieces."

Erica stabbed both henchmen with stakes, and exchanged nervous glances with Rory.

"There are people coming your way, guys!" Erica yelled in her headpiece. "I don't think you have much time!"


Sky and Benny heard the words in their headsets, and turned around to see a man, wrapped in a black tux, with a mask on.

"Who the hell are you?" Sky murmured.

"The one who'll destroy you." The man said deeply.

He went for a kick, and Benny didn't see it coming; he was knocked onto the ground, clutching his nose.

"Benny!" Sky exclaimed, and Benny got up, nose dripping with blood.

"You'll pay for that, you son of a bitch." Benny growled, dodging the next punch as he kicked the guy backwards. The guy stumbled, but stuck his landing as he threw an uppercut to Benny's chin. Benny went left, and the man ran right into Sky.

"Hey, Mister. Looks like you reached a dead end." Sky said, about to rip off his mask when the masked man sped back at inhumane speed.

"A vampire." Benny whispered under his breath.

The man, instead of harming them, touched Benny.

He whispered something under his breath, and Benny's eyes glazed white. He smirked at Sky and sped away. Benny's breath hitched, and everything began to spin.

"Benny?" Sky's voice seemed so far away. "Benny?"'

...

"We have to leave," she said, crying. "for him. For his future."

He cradled the baby boy in his arms. "Lily, maybe we don't. Maybe we can give this boy the happiness he deserves."

"But I killed him, David." she cried. "I killed him in front of his eyes. I killed him in front of his son's eyes. And if our baby finds out who his father was, or even worse, that you are not who you think you are, he will never be the same. He will -"

She sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed her reassuringly.

"He's strong," he said. "I may have not been there, but he's a Weir. And he's half you."

"But he's not half you." She blinked away tears.

He sighed, rubbing her shoulder. "He doesn't have to be, Lily, because he will never know."

...

"Benny!" Sky went to Benny, who was crying and heaving.

"D-Daddy," Benny moaned, dropping to his knees. "M-Mommy...what does he mean?"

"Benny, snap out of this, please." Sky pleaded.

"What does he mean?" Benny cried, cradling himself. He was shaking so much, that Sky began to worry. His nose was still stained red, but they were drenched in his tears. He seemed to be in some sort of trance, or was having a panic attack. "Daddy, I-I-I don't understand, p-please - "

When Sky laid Benny on the ground, she lifted his head and gasped.

His eyes were white.

"B-Benny...?" she stammered, gently laying his head down on the ground again. Benny's cries were softened, and he was in a painful slumber.

Sky looked at the monitor again and gasped; they were at two people.


"We won!" Sarah slurred, leaning against Jesse, pecking him on the cheek. "We won, we won, we won! We are the champions!"

Jesse whooped as they slid the life-sized golden statue of Ethan towards him. "Congrats, you lucky couple! Here's ya trophy!"

Sarah smiled, kissing the statue in her drunken daze. "Ethie! I've won you, Ethie! I am so happy! Yay yay yay yay yay! You better be the proudest boyfriend in the world, because I've danced for hours and hours for you!"

Jesse and Sarah stumbled off the dance floor.

"Um, Jesse?" Sarah asked, once they were off the dance floor. "Who - Who's dancing?"

"Why?" Jesse asked, looking over.

No one was on the dance floor.

"Oh shit," Jesse said in a rush.

Time sped as everyone in the room screamed.


"You're lucky I deactivated the bomb when I did," Sky said, looking at Jesse and Sarah with crossed arms. "The screaming people club would've exploded.

"I was so worried," Sarah gushed. "I thought they were screaming because the bomb was exploding. I didn't know another Bee Gees song played."

"Well, I'm glad you kids are safe." Evelyn said, smiling. She then winked towards Jesse and Sarah. "And you're lucky I had your instant hangover relief. Otherwise, you two would've been drunk off your asses for hours."

"Thanks, Mrs. Weir." Sarah blushed. "I feel terrible. We almost threw off the whole mission."

"Well, now that I'm not wasted," Jesse stood up. "I guess I'll be on my way."

"Thank you for your assistance, Jesse." Evelyn said. Jesse nodded, blinking widely as he sped out the door. He hit the frame, rubbed his head, and actually sped out of the car.

"Well, mission accomplished!" Evelyn exclaimed, whispering a spell and shooting it towards Ethan. A silver streak hit Ethan in the chest. The gold around him shattered, and Ethan took a breath, stumbling forward into Sarah.

"Sarah?" he asked, his eyes wide with confusion.

Sarah hugged Ethan. "I thought I lost you."

"You won't for a while." Ethan said with a wink.

Sky smiled at the two, but then looked at Benny, who was wearing the grey hoodie she had offered him earlier. He was barely shaking, but he was pale, with purple rings around his eyes. He didn't seem like he was paying attention, but he looked stunned.

"Benny, what happened back there?" Sky whispered to Benny, quiet enough so no one could here.

Benny didn't answer, and Evelyn came back into the room with a cup of what seemed to be coffee.

"Here, Benny, you can have this." Evelyn suggested. Sky looked at Evelyn suspiciously, but Benny downed the whole cup in a matter of seconds. He shakily said a 'thank you' to his grandma as he placed the cup on the desk. Sky frowned; he seemed so much more weaker...

"Skylar, could you be a dear and take Benny up in his room for me?" Evelyn asked. "I'll be up there in a second."

"S-Sure." Sky stuttered, sensing an odd feeling towards Evelyn. She held Benny's hand, and they walked upstairs.

"T-Tired..." Benny murmured, stumbling in the hallway towards his room. His eyes were glazed, and bloodshot from crying. But he seemed as if he lost all the energy he had before going upstairs to his room. He stumbled in with the help of Sky, and collapsed on the bed.

"Do you feel okay?" Sky asked, concerned, before mumbling quietly, "You weren't this drowsy when you were downstairs."

"Diiizzy." Benny mumbled his words in a slur, before his eyes fluttered closed.

"Benny?" Sky shook him slightly. "Benny."

But he was passed out on the bed, snoring softly. She heard her friends call her from downstairs - "We're having tacos!" Rory exclaimed - and she could hear the vague talking of Evelyn on the phone in the next room - she couldn't really make out the conversation, but it sounded too professional for Sky to even bother.

Sky rubbed his messy hair, kissing it softly, before getting up to look at her boyfriend.

She sighed. "Get well soon, please."

...

Sky came back to the Weir residence a few hours later, claiming that she had forgotten her hat in Benny's room. She didn't know why she lied to Evelyn, but because of the expression on Evelyn's face, and the odd behavior earlier, Sky didn't really trust Evelyn to tell her anything at the moment.

When she got to Benny's room, he was sitting straight forward in his bed, watching a cartoon. He didn't seem to be paying much attention.

"Hey, B." Sky sat on the edge of Benny's bed. "How you feeling?"

"Fine," Benny said, adjusting himself to kiss Sky on the cheek.

Sky blushed. "You certainly feel much better."

Benny smiled. "Well, I haven't seen you all day, so I have every right."

Sky's smile faltered into a face of confusion. "What do you mean? You saw me a few hours ago, and you weren't feeling good as well."

"Well, I haven't seen you all day." Benny repeated.

Sky finally saw the glaze in Benny's eyes. A sparkle of silver dissolved into his green eyes, and Sky sat back a bit.

"Who did this to you, Benny..." Sky whispered, before heading outside, rushing past a confused - but slightly sullen - Evelyn.

'He's lying about something,' Sky thought to herself as she walked to her house, turning around to see the Weir house once again.

'That house is filled with liars, huh?'

Sky didn't know if someone had whispered that in her ear, or if it was her own thought.

'Why would I think of that...?' Sky thought, before she stopped. 'Unless it's true.'


A/N- Wow, that was something, huh? I hope that satisfied you.

Next chapter would be interesting. It is the mid-season special! And I'll give you a hint; it'll probably remind me to update The Search For Happily Ever After a lot quicker; it's gonna give me some motivation, that's for sure ;)

Anyway, I'll see y'all later! Review and thanks for reading :)

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