TITLE: "Adventures in Clubbing"

AUTHOR: Doctor Strangelove (strangelove317@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Um, I don't know. No particular spoilers. Visser Three is still Visser Three.
FEEDBACK: I'd love it.
DISCLAIMER: K. A. Applegate owns the Animorphs.

"Adventures in Clubbing"

Written by: Doctor Strangelove

My name is Marco and I seriously have no idea what I'm doing here. Here is the Sharing's club, for those of you keeping score at home. I mean, I can't sneak into the back room without morphing and the backroom sets off alarms or something whenever someone goes back there in morph. Plus, if we ever find away back there, how do we get past Über-Tom? It sucks.

But here I am, still checking it out. Seeing if anything comes up. By myself too. I'm bored as hell. On the plus side, the hot wings are pretty good.

I sighed, "God, this sucks."

"Yeah, it sounds like quite the predicament."

I turned at the voice and saw that someone had taken the seat next to me. He looked a little older than me, Hispanic, dark hair. Taller than me. Then again, who isn't?

"What does?" I asked, wondering who this guy was.

"Well, that whole thing you were talking about." He said it like it should be obvious. "The backroom, the alarms, and of course Über-Tom. Cute nickname, by the way."

"Wait, I was just thinking about it. How did you know..." At that point some random guy walked past and stared like I was a crazy man. "What's with him?"

"Oh, right," My new guest said, "You see all these people?" I nodded. "Yeah, they can't see me. Or hear me for that matter. It looks like you're talking to yourself. You probably look like you're crazy."

"They can't see you? What are you, like the Ellimist?"

The Hispanic guy laughed, "No, I don't have that kinda power. I'm just a ghost."

A ghost!? "A ghost? Who the hell are you?"

He smiled, "A friend."

"I don't know you."

"Well I never said I was yours."

"So, you got a name?"

"Yeah, I'm Jason. And you're Marco (he said my last name too), right? Man, that'd be embarrassing. I come down here, forewarn you and all that, and it turns out you're the wrong Marco."

"No, that's me. Wait, forewarn me?"

"Oh, yeah." Suddenly Jason's laidback demeanor changed and his eyes went blank. "Marco, you are in great danger. When He comes, you won't be able to stop Him. You won't be able to fight. But you may be able to win. You have to know who to trust.

His eyes went back to normal, and he was again acting like a normal teenager. "Yeah, okay, I think I'm done here. See ya later!"

Jason started to fade away. "Wait, wait, wait!" He faded back into sight. "What the hell was that about?"

Jason sighed and rubbed his temples, "Uh, it was obviously a warning against the great danger that's going to come and kill you all. Okay, well I gotta go."

"Great danger? There's a great danger coming to kill us? Like the Yeerks?"

Jason laughed, "Oh, you'll wish it were the Yeerks. Trust me, this guy? Much worse."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ugh! Great. Evil. Coming. To Kill. You. All. Why is that so hard to understand!?"

"You're saying some great evil is coming to kill us and there's nothing we can do to stop Him?"

Jason nodded, "Exactly. Can I go now?"

"No!" A bunch of people turned at my sudden outburst so I lowered my voice. "No. But you said there's someway to win. How? Can you be more specific?"

"No, not really. It's against the rules."

"Rules?"

"Yeah. You see, if a deceased creature returns to the mortal plain to giving a warning, prophecy, whatever, they have to be cryptic about it. We know things you don't and aren't allowed to interfere. Hell, I'm not even supposed to be here. Ellimist or Crayak have to give their permission for this. I'm gonna get in so much trouble."

"If you're gonna get in trouble, why are you even here?"

"I kinda have a personal interest in this. I am, or was, close to some of the people involved. Now, for you to win and survive His coming, you have to be careful of who you trust. People you think are your friends are going to betray you."

"Like Tom?"

Jason paused before answering, "Tom you don't need to worry about. You're only dealing with the Yeerk. If Tom, the real Tom, shows up, you'll recognize him. Just worry about your other friends."

"Like you? You're all acting like you're my friend. How do I know I can trust you?"

"Ooh, you're a smart boy. Here." Jason pulled a ring of his finger that I swear wasn't there a minute ago. "Take this. His followers will lie to your face, but they'll all be wearing this."

I took a look at the ring. It was black with a golden pattern, a spiral with an eye in the center. I slipped it into my pocket. "Thanks. Anything else I should know?"

"No, that's it. No, wait. Um, the Tom guy? That whole thing where you're dating him and all with the seducing and kissing? You should stop that. It's not gonna help anything."

"Are you sure? I mean-"

"I'm sure, all right? Just, cut it out."

"Okay. Sure."

Jason started to flicker in and out of view. "Damn. I can't hold on any longer. I'll see you later, Marco. Good luck and everything. Oh," He pointed to the hot wings. "I'd be careful of those, if I were you."

"Oh, and I hope things work out with you and that Ax fellow. He's very cute."

"What?" But Jason was gone.

Great, I thought. Just what I need. Relationship advice from a ghost.

To reviewers:
Jinako-chan: You know who the Master is? I doubt it, but maybe. Just curious, who do you think it is? I won't say if you're right or wrong, I just wanna know. The hot wings aren't a major plot point, just part of the bigger picture. They're not gonna lead to anything important. Probably. Jason wasn't gonna be in this chapter, originally this chapter was a lot different, but Jason just fits so much better. And it helps things later on. See, not associated with Tom's death. Why are you so adamant that Tom's gonna die? Walsh, eh? I kept looking at teacher names and never noticed that. I noticed Tompson, however. Let me ask you something, I've already started writing Jake's fic. So, should I go ahead and put it up or what till this is done?
EsotericEric: One of the best slash writers? I don't know about that, but thanks!
Aaren: Ow! I know they're short. I'm gonna work on making them longer, but so far I just don't have that much to do in each chapter. Later fics will be longer.
Myself: Aw. I'm gonna keep bringing the hot wings back. Basically every club chapter will have them. And I asked Cassie about Jake, and she said "Average. Ish. Average-ish. I guess. Maybe." I'm not really sure what that means. Maybe it'll come up in another fic, though.
Lisa-Ann: E-mail? Perfectly legitimate! *looks around* Heh, heh. Nothing weird at all. *awkward pause* Anyway! That is certainly incentive enough for me. I don't want to get eaten by brats.