Disclaimer: *held by the back of his shirt by an irate Panabelle* Ergh...hi. Panabelle doesn't own anything, especially not DB/Z/GT. She doesn't even own her own underwear! She has to--*Panabelle quickly clamps a hand over Jack's mouth, her face read, and proceeds to throttle her demonic muse*

A/N: I really hate him sometimes.

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Petrified Tears
chapter 62



"Hello, Bicycle house, frat floor, how can I help you?"

Pan closed her eyes and nervously wound the phone cord around her fingers. "Yeah…hi...you sound new."

The voice on the other line laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that, name's Barnaby. I'm not used to this phone thing, I feel like I'm workin' at Papa Murphey's or some other pizza joint."

Pan laughed quietly. "Barnaby, huh?"

"Yup, that's me. So who you callin' for?"

She hesitated. "Yeah…Jack Richards…he in?"

There was a slight pause, then, "Lemme check. Hang on a sec."

"Hey, Mallrat! Jack in?"

"Yeah, he's in, why?"

"Got a phone call for him."

Another pause, then the girl's voice continued. "He just got back from his mom's so I wouldn't suggest trying to bring him out where the rest of us can see him…give me the cordless and I'll take it to him."

Barnaby turned back to the phone. "Yeah, he's here. Uh…I'm not so sure that…"

"I know all about his fights with his mother," Pan laughed. "Could you get him to a phone kinda quick? This is pretty long distance and I don't have a lot of time to talk…"

"'Long distance'…define…'long distance'…"

Pan swallowed and sheepishly offered, "Japan?"

"Japan?!"

Pan winced, nearly dropping the phone. She never knew a man's voice could jump so many octaves.

In the background, she heard the word repeated again, only this time in excitement, rather than shock.

"JAPAN!? Barnaby, hand over the damn phone already!"

Pan groaned. Her fifteen minute phone call to check up on a friend had just turned into a forty-five minute attempt to get the phone to Jack to have a fifteen minute phone call.

There were a few clunks and then a smack, and suddenly, Molly's voice came breathlessly on.

"Pankake?"

"Yo."

"Pankake! Pankake Pankake Pankake!"

Pan winced and brought the phone back. "Could you turn it down, Molly? You're hurting my ears."

"Sorry," Molly said, whispering hoarsely. "What's new? You've been gone seven days and you miss us already? Aw…I love you too!"

Shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, Pan mumbled into the phone. "I love you too Molly, but that's not why I'm calling. And I've been gone 8 days…you forget the plane ride."

Silence came through the other end, with exception of a few groans from Barnaby.

"'Plane ride'?"

"Yeah. Plane ride."

"Plane ride."

"Yeah, plane ride, you know, you get into this big white tube with wings pasted on the sides and it flies through the air and takes you to different places?" Pan asked, sarcasm taking over her voice.

"Pan, you can fly. Why did you bother taking a plane?"

"Is Barnaby supposed to know I can fly, Molly?"

"Shit!" In the background, Pan heard her friend slap the defenseless Barnaby around in attempt to give him amnesia. "You heard nothing."

"Moll…Moll…Molly." As her friend finally put the phone back to her head, Pan groaned. "Look, I'm at work, I can't talk long because my boss will kill me…look, just go find Jack already and give him the phone, please?"

Molly laughed. "Alright, Pankake…only on the terms that next time you call, you call me."

"Yeah yeah, no promises. Just get the phone to Jack? Please?"

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A/N: I know you're going to review. You all just love me soooooooo much. ;P

-Panabelle ;P
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