A/N Thanks a lot for the fav and reviews ^^ Means a lot for inspiration and they make me smile.

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Do not own DP

Vincent belongs to a good friend of mine. Who let me use him here. ^^

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''...Do you think she will be fine?''

''She fall from the skies what do you think?''

'' And yet she isnt flat like a pancake.''

''True. Shouldnt we take her inside? ''

''Probably, she will catch a cold otherwise. You carry her.''

''Why me? I am not your servant... Fine I will carry her. Stop looking like a kicked puppy about to whelp.''

''Thank you~''

She opened her eyes slowly, there were two figures above her. Two people. She closed her eyes once more she felt too tired for it. The bickering voices faded away.

The smell of green tea was filling her nose, it was nice. She felt warm as well. There was a soft noise but she ignored it. Her brain starting to jog back into functioning. She tried to remember what she did this morning. That worked fine, she followed her steps all the way to the late afternoon and a guest that came over... She opened the door and he was there smirking.

It took her a few more minutes to pull the memory of what happened after, they were all in the lab. Correct. Lab because the invention was complete and it was to be officially started that moment. Presented. Her mom and dad wanted to presented it. What happened next... Her eyes opened with a shock. It didnt work it explode on them all! Did they die?

''Danny!''

''No its Pauls. '' A man in black robes and light brown hair, with bangs falling in his eyes was sitting beside the bed drinking a cup of tea. He was holding a small secretive smile, his eyes were closed but he still gave the impression that he was watching her carefully.

''Idiot, she didnt meant you. She must have called for someone important to her with the name Danny. Isnt it so, you beautifully flower? '' Another man in similar robes with long golden hair knitted in a braid that reached pass his waist line spoke to her. His deep clear eyes looked at her charming her for a moment. He took the hand in his own. The hands were soft at touch and he kissed the back of hers. Making the owner of the hand blush.

''You are lovely as a rose blooming in the sun rise.'' Said the man, playing on the fact of the heat she could feel in her cheeks, she knew she was blushing. It was not every day a charming person kissed your hand. A charming person that could easily pass as a Oscar winning actor. Before she could pull her hand out the mans soft hands, he jumped away rubbing his leg. ''Ow! Pauls I saw that!'' See didnt see it. The man stopped rubbing his shin to pout in a adorable fashion. Danny could pout just like that as well.

''I have no idea what you mean.'' Pauls hummed looking at her as he placed his tea down. ''Dont fall for him. Vincent is just naturally like that. How are you?'' Naturally like that? She rubbed her eyes, as she took a deep breath. She had to focus and not get swept away with the happenings around her.

''I...I think I am okay... Was there anyone else with me?'' She asked a bit more hopeful than she wanted, giving a look around the pale looking room willing there to be more beds with well known faces to her... Vincent looked at her before shaking his head, he looked more serious and less flirty. It nearly felt like he flipped a switch. He still looked like a model or a actor, thought.
''No you sustained a hard fall. We saw no one else. Was it a flying accident?'' She closed her eyes, taking in slow breaths.

''Whats your name?'' Pauls asked giving her a gently rub on her shoulder. He looked sympathetic once the smile was gone. She noted that he was harder to read when he smiled. It was his poker face, probably.

''Jasmine...call me Jazz.'' The teenage girl said to the young man noticing another thing, she was in a white night dress. Not the cloths she wore before. She blushed again. Someone undressed her while she was unconsciousness. She looked at the two men in the room they must have been around 25 for Vincent and 30 something for Pauls. It was like Vincent was reading her mind.

''Pauls did it.'' He pointed to the man who was sitting beside her bed. Jazz didnt think as she all but slapped him. Well she tried to slap him, but he grabbed her hand by the wrist swiftly. His grip strong and unmovable, but not cutting her circulation. Vincent was suppressing giggles behind Pauls, who only was smiling a small smile asking in a flat tone.

''Did what?''

''Um...'' Jazz started before she used her free hand to pull a bit on the night dress. ''My cloths...'' The man didnt drop the smile as he let go of her wrist to answer. ''A nun changed you out your wet cloths. Dont believe everything that Vincent tells you.''

''Ah, I am hurt, to think you would falsely accuse me of lying! I just meant it was my dearest friend Pauls who carried you inside.'' The man overly flashy declared. It was so clear he was enjoying that he set her up to slap his friend. Jazz was sure they were brothers for a moment there. Their behavior would fit right in that pattern, from what she could see. Vincent said they were friends, must be for a long time friends...Pauls didnt move a muscle on his face as they listened to Vincent words. Did he knew that accusation well? Or did such situation happened often to him? He looked like a statue sitting there, too used.

''Sorry...I shouldnt have assumed.'' Jazz apologized. ''Where am I?'' If her family and friends werent there with here...she was the only one who... She didnt allow herself to even think, that she was the only one living. Something must have happened and all of them got separated. Exactly! She isnt the only one left. Vincent voice cut her dreadful mussing short.

''You are in Stalemate Academy.''

''The church in the complex of the Stalemate Academy.'' Pauls corrected Vincent smiling a more emotional smile to the blond. Jazz wasnt too sure which emotion was inside the smile but Vincent rolled his eyes in response. Interesting. She stopped herself from analyzing the duo dynamics to mull over the new piece of information. She knew every single collage and academy and neither had that specific name. And wasnt Stalemate a therm for something. She rubbed her head, it hurt a bit.

Which academy had a church in the complex? Maybe she was in England? ''I will get you some herbal tea for your headache. '' Pauls said which confused Jazz more. Herbs and not aspirin. She asked it aloud, only to find the two look at each other before looking at her.
'' Aspirin?... From where are you?''

It was Vincent who asked while Pauls stood beside him with both hands held behind his back, his unreadable smile back on his face.
''Amity Park.''
The silence followed her words. Jazz clarified by naming which state was Amity park in only to receive more stares. She noticed the hints of the two man knowing each other well enough as they silently communicated. Close friendship with hints of something... she couldnt yet catch what this something was that she noticed. Pauls left without a word, leaving her alone with Vincent.

''Did I say something wrong?'' Jazz asked Vincent who waved his hand to sit down on the bed edge. '' Dont worry about Pauls he will be back in a moment. Can you tell me about your family? They must be worried about you. ''

Jazz wondered if telling the priest, she assumed him to be one, that her family was a bunch of ghost hunters obsessed with ghost and anything ghost related building something like a portal which exploded on all of them, making her... apparently fall from the skies into a church inside a academy complex she never heard of, was such a good idea... Nope, they would declare her ready for a mental institution.

''We all were in the family blimp.'' Lie close to what you know. Family blimp sounded like rich people but more believable. On top they mentioned something along flying accident. Lie close to what they would believe. Meaning it would be easier for the lie to not be questioned. She hoped. She still didnt finish the book about lying methods and discovering liars yet... Hopefully the last two chapters had nothing too important in it.

''Oh your poor girl. It must have been horrible. ''

''Yeah..there was a explosion...I dont know where anyone is.'' Vincent placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at her with as much comfort a single face could hold. She couldnt help herself but blushing, so she looked must have misinterpreted the action as h slowly and gently pulled into a hug. The man smelled of a flower garden. It suited him and was comfortable... Instantly she mentally scold her self for not being a adult for a moment there. She gave a small hug back to the man. This time at least she hold back what was on tip of her tongue. She learn her lesson of saying we will see who hug at last, while you are in earshot of the person hugging you. It ruins the trust. Vincent let her go, once more patting her shoulder.
''You must be still in shock. '' He said, Jazz smiled weakly resting her face in her palm. Partly to get her hot face back under the control. She had to establish some more trust. She had to find everyone.

''I...They are fine?'' She asked him weakly looking at him as someone who feared the worst. Which she discovered wasnt that hard. She did feared the worst could have happened.

The door opened and Pauls carried a tray with a cup on it. The tea smelled sweet and she accepted the offered cup, then raised her eyebrows when she noticed how both of the men were intensely watching her smell the tea. It could have something put in it. She read more than enough books and reports to know that shady figures in bars would love to slip suspicious substances in drinks.

She wasnt in a bar.
There were no shady figures, minus the weird priest pair.
She fall from the sky because of a explosion, and that was just her daily life.
Her life wasnt normal, so such a normal thing as getting your drink spiked wasnt really believable.

She drunk the tea not really liking the distinct taste the tea had. She never tasted it before but, she was sure she will never forget it.

Pauls and Vincent in unison let out a breath making her look at them curiously. ''I am sorry we needed to make sure you are no evil Dead trying to harm the students of the academy. '' Vincent explained happily clasping his hands.

''...And drinking tea told you that...how?''

Jazz placed the cup down. Great she must have now drunk some ecto tea or something.

''Its Blood blossom tea. The red flowers are good for headache and the Dead are allergic to it. It even hurts them just breathing the smell in.'' Pauls explained, helpful. Jazz nodded and decide not to get Danny anywhere close to those flowers. She didnt want to test out if he would have a deadly allergic reaction to it or not.

''Do you have anyone we could call?'' Pauls continued after a short pause of Jazz just staring into the cup thinking. She shock her head. Who could they possible call. The police? They would be hopeless with this situation. Vlad would work, if sadly he was not with them when the explosion happened. He was so that option fall short as well.

''You are all alone? It must be so hard on you. I am truly sorry.'' Vincent placed a hand over his mount turning to Pauls and leaning his face into the other shoulder. Pauls on other hand had his eyes closed soft smile in place. It could meant anything.

She didnt correct them as they might be right. Who could guaranty that Fenton works still stand. The explosion may have wipe all of Amity of the map for that matter. She gulped.

''You cant keep her. ''

'' You kept those puppies. And it wouldnt be keeping. Its our duties to help the poor souls that need our help.''

''Thats different the puppies were helpless.''

''She is too.''

''Vincy, she should be given to the police they handle the people problems. We arent responsible...''

''She fall from the skies in front of us, I think that makes her our responsibility.''

'' Where would she stay?''

''In the dorms.''

''Yes she could stay in the dorms if she were a student.''

''So problem solved. Pauls.''

''For horse stables, She is not a student. Its a question if she has enough brain to pass the entry exams.''

Jazz looked at the duo bickering about her. She blinked usually people didnt talk about her like she wasnt in the room. She hadnt yet deiced what to do, but a strike of pride hit her, as she heard Pauls question her intelligence. She could pass ANYTHING. A overly sugar sweat tone left her lips. '' Oh please, uncle Vincent, my mom always wished for me to enroll here. I-if she is... I...I would want to make her happy.'' He voice shock just at the right spot to make her sound as if she was trying to fight the facts of her present.

She let her inner child out, just this one time. Pauls liked puppies, so she will give him puppies. In form of the most manipulative and helpless kicked puppy look she could muster. It melted both man, wrapping them around her finger. She was pleased with her handy work.

''I suppose it wouldnt hurt to try. '' Pauls cave in first, to have Vincent jump and hug him before he moved to hug Jazz. Jazz returned the hug. She was pleased she didnt end up causing doubt in them. The hug was soon over, but Vincent still stayed quite close.

''So, lets get over what you know so we can give you quick lesson on what ever you need to pass. We will help you. '' Vincent warmly responded, Pauls nodded. He kept that neutral expression on his face.

''Can you read and write?''

Jazz was pulled away from glancing at Pauls to look at Vincent was he joking? With a scowl she replied simply with a yes.

''How much is 21 plus 53''

Instant response '' 74'' If the test was this easy she will pass with flying colors, with her eyes closed.

'' How much is the square root of 169?''

''13'' Vincent grinned at her answer. It was like he was ready to do something. She became more wary just in case.

''What is twice of definite integral of 2 * x minus x ^ 3 dx from 0 to the root of 2 '' He had a evil smile as if he was sure she we fail the answer. She smirked eyes closing so she could write in her mind the solution out. Several seconds later she simply responded.

''Two.'' Vincent looked shocked. Jazz simply smiled it was really a basic problem for her. Nothing too hard.

'' What is the Scientific name for horses? ''

'' Equus caballus ''

''Biggest city?''

''New York.''

It was Pauls who shock his head. '' You can say that you do not know it. Just making up places doesnt cut you points for imagination.'' Jazz stared at the man, there was disbelief on her face. First he dared to say she was wrong. Second did he just said he didnt even hear of New York? Third did he just say she would make stuff up.

''No need to worry I will catch you up on geography. '' Vincent grinned as if he just got a delicious cookie. She breathed deeply in, wondering what the implication was. They could just lie to her face...Vincent didnt looked as if he was telling a lie.

''Who was the founder of Chaturanga and why did he founded it right there?''

Now Jazz was silent. Chaturanga...it was familiar, it was game connected wasnt it? She knew what it was... she read it once. Only problem she read it once in elementary school, and she didnt care much about games... making ti hard to remember. Deciding against guessing she shock her head looking displeased she couldnt answer it.

''Really?'' Vincent looked astonished. ''It was the First great mayor, Mainspring. He choose the most rainy place in all lands for increased protection of the Dead. ''

Jazz rattled her brain but she was sure she never read in any history book about that. It was common fact for Vincent and even Pauls and their wonder about her own lack of displaying the common knowledge. Something was definitely off.

''I never got around to read much history. I would like to learn that. '' She said, at which Vincent more than readily nodded. ''There are many books we can give you to read. ''

Vincent nodded as if he could understand the lack of appeal of history to a young person. ''Do you know sword play or fencing? ''

''I read about both.'' She answered wondering what kind of academy was se now trying to actually get into.

''One more question Vincent and than let her sleep. Her head must have taken a stronger hit... She needs to get better we can teach her from tomorrow. '' Pauls said calmly moving his bangs out his eyes only to have them fall right back where they were. It wasnt for actually seeing better, it was a habit a tick. Now was it a sing of emotion or a habit of the nervous?

''Last question than young lady. Tell me the types of the Dead?''

Jazz mulled the question over, types of Dead. It sounded a lot like ghost hunting science. She tried hard to keep away from it. Of course she will be asked exactly that. The lack of being asked the thing you avoid to learn. She still tried.

''There are... the truly dead. '' A approving nod from Vincent urging her to keep on going.
''Ecto blobs and ecto entities. '' She wasnt sure if she nailed her but it sounded about right in her head. Sadly it apparently wasnt right. Vincent started laughing holding his sides.

Pauls came over petting vincent shaking back. As the man tried hard to catch himself from falling off the chair, from the contact. The laughing was cut short too. ''Nice joke. No one could hurt their heads that hard.'' Pauls spoke, making Jazz laugh a bit. She faked the laugh as she didnt found it funny in the least.

''A-and just for the record, what is the answer. ''

Pauls was supporting a glaring Vincent making the blond stand by leaning onto the brown haired. Pauls shrugged. ''Vampires, Werewolf and the most rare Unusual'' She studied the face will all her book knowledge skills. He had to be laying to her? He wasnt being serious. Vincent pulled himself away from Pauls smiling once more charmingly as he wished Jazz a good sleep and sweet dreams.

Jasmine answered on auto pilot, watching the two men leave. Jazz was all alone now. Taking the now cold blood blossom tea she drunk it. He didnt look like he was telling her lies. The tea actually did felt nice for her troubling headache. She looked once more around the bare small room. It white yellow walls looking old and used. She drunk the rest of the tea in one gulp placing the cup on the nightstand with the ceramic clank. She hugged her knees and buried her face into them.

She felt the wish for her plush. For Bearstein. Hand moved to rub her tired eyes. She will need to think this carefully over during the night.

''...Mom ...Dad... what did you actually invent?!''

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