DISCLAIMER: **sneaky-sounding music** Shh, I'm sneaking into the Scholastic secret headquarters to steal the Animorphs. . .**walks through the front door and meets a guard who asks for ID. He kicks me out on my butt** Blast! Time for plan B. . .

In case you didn't get it from that stupid disclaimer up there, I don't own the Animorphs. Or any aspect of American pop culture I may have included.

NOTE: It will take a while, but this story will heat up, I promise. I just can't start the fun stuff without a little lead-in, ya know? **hooks up a pie-launcher to the little "x" in the top right corner of screen** There, now you can't close my story, muahahahahahahaha!! Keep Reading!

Cassie -

I could tell Jake knew something. The entire period he stared at his desk, deep in thought. He must have had the same vision as I did. Tobias too, that would explain why he called a meeting minutes after the vision hit Jake and me. What did it mean? Was it a premonition? I heard about people dreaming about disasters before they actually happened, is that what happened to us? Did Rachel, Marco, and Ax also get it? I shivered, after remembering how Marco had roped all of us into watching Final Destination 2 (Note: Freaky movie were bad things happen that this girl has premonitions about, just so ya know).

After class let out Jake grabbed my arm and pulled me behind a water fountain. The hallway became flooded with students, like it usually did after a bell rings. We'd have to watch what we say.

"Hey, if you see any of the others, tell them to meet at your barn after school. You know, in case Tobias didn't get to them." Jake said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Okay. What's going on Jake?" I asked.

"No clue." Jake said, obviously lying through his teeth. He flashed me a smile that almost made my knees buckle and disappeared into the crowd.

I went in the opposite direction and walked directly into Marco. He grabbed my arm and pulled me behind a trashcan.

"We have a - " I started.

"Meeting. Yeah, I know Tobias told me. Where you by any chance drowning in the ocean this morning?" he asked. So Marco had one too.

"Actually, yeah. Jake and I." He let go of my arm.

"This totally sucks I was hitting on this chick and she was totally buying it! Then all of a sudden I pass out on top of her and she's screaming 'sexual harassment, get off me you pervert!' and I'm babbling apologies." I laughed at this and Marco sighed. Then he took off down the hallway.

I started up the stairs to get to my keyboarding class when yet another hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. Rachel.

"Oh my God, will people PLEASE stop doing that!?" I complained, pulling my arm away.

"Doing what?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Cassie I had a - " she began.

"Vision of yourself drowning in the ocean? Yeah, me too. So did the others. You know there's a meeting at my barn after school, right?"

"What the heck is going on?"

"I don't know, Rachel, but I'm five minutes late for keyboarding!" I was going to get in trouble. My teacher in that class was a total demon- woman.

"Okay, see you at lunch."

Two periods later Rachel sat across from me, poking her green jello with her fork.

"You gonna eat that or you just gonna torture it some more?" I asked, digging into my salad.

"Eat it? Yeah right, Cass, I can't even break the surface! It's like alien larva or something." She made a face at her jello.

FLASH!

I was on my back on a beach. I got up and stared. The beach was deserted. This definitely wasn't our beach. I also saw Marco, Jake, Ax, and Tobias, all looking confused. Next to me sat Rachel, who's eyes where blazing.

"ALRIGHT, WHAT THE HE - "

FLASH!

My face was submerged in my salad. I quickly got up. People were staring at me and Rachel.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped harshly. They quickly turned away. Rachel looked to me.

"It happened again. I saw you there this time." Rachel said. There was a red mark on her face, were her head fell on her fork. "I hate this, what the freak is going on?"

"No idea, but hey you can eat your alien larva now." I said, pointed to her jello cup. The impact of her face on the fork must have been enough to shove the fork through the stiff jello.

"Yeah, right." She said, dumping it in the garbage. "Nice look, by the way. It matches the bird poop on your jeans."

I brought my hand to my face and wiped away the salad dressing.

When I got home from school the others were already there. Tobias was preening himself in the rafters and Ax was there, an Andalite because my parents weren't home.

"So, I had an interesting dream. Involving me on a beach being very wet and pissed off." Rachel spoke up.

"Hey, I dreamt the exact same thing!" Marco exclaimed. "Only the entire female cast of Baywatch was there too. And you weren't pissed off."

"Marco, are you the most useless being in the universe?"

I'm thinking this is not the time to talk about Marco's little fantasies. Tobias said, with a tiny snicker.

"I'm pretty sure it's safe to say we all had the same vision, right?" I asked. They nodded.

Ax straightened. Prince Jake and I believe we know what might be going on.

"Don't call me Prince."

Yes, Prince Jake.

Jake sighed. "Well, this has happened before. It only happened to me last time though, not to you. It's a Sario Rip."

"Crap, I hate those." Marco complained.

"Wait, we were there too. With the dinosaurs, remember?" I said. (Note: Megamorphs numba 2.)

"Not that one. This one was just me. Only I had the flashes. Of us in the rain forest. Then in a space battle there was a huge explosion and I was thrown back a day in time. In the rainforest. You were there, but you guys were only my memories." Jake explained.

"Wha. . ." Marco commented.

"I escaped, so the timeline was erased and it was like it never happened. Except I remember it, because I was the only one actually there. You weren't really there, only with me in that timeline because of my memories." Jake continued. "You get it?"(Note: This was book numba 11. Go read it, hehe.)

There was a moment of silence as we let this sink in.

"Nope, but I have a feeling that's because it involves Andalite zero- space and stuff." Marco said, looking at Ax.

Actually, it does involve, Z-space, but not to an extent that-

"When was this?" Rachel interrupted. (Note: Poor Ax, always being interrupted.)

"When we were going to steal the Bug Fighter and land it on the White House lawn." Jake said.

So that's why you called off the mission. . . Tobias realized.

"Yeah."

I was a bit irritated that he never bothered to tell us this. Make that a lot irritated. Jake and his stupid, macho "leader-pride". I gave him the look that I always give him when he does stuff like this. He returned it with the sheepish look he always gives me that always makes me forgive him.

"So your saying we're going to be in a big explosion and get thrown back in time at some ocean? All of us together this time?" Marco asked.

Or forward in time. It is random in which direction, and only coincidental that we have only been thrown back in the past. But I believe we will be in the past, because of these visions. Simultaneous fluctuations of our individual consciences. Ax explained. Not by much. With the dinosaur incident we were thrown so far back, we did not have any visions. Because we have these visions, I can assume we will be projected no more than two days into the past or future.

"So we just stay away from bombs and stuff, no big deal." Rachel shrugged.

"Sure, Rachel. Did you forget we're in the middle of a war here? I'm sure the yeerks have lots of things that go boom." Marco pointed out.

FLASH!

I was sitting on a banana leaf, cracking open a coconut. I stopped.

"Not again!" I heard Marco whine.

Then I heard a rustling in the bushes behind me. A deep growling sound came out.

"Uh-oh."

FLASH!

All of us were down, wide-eyed and freaked out.

"What WAS that thing?" Rachel demanded.

I don't know, but it sounded big. Tobias answered.

I groaned. This was NOT going to be a good week.

Ok, that's chapter two. Hope I cleared up some questions. . . I think that was the end of the boring stuff, so REVIEW and tell me what you think. Good? Okay? So horrible you want to beat me up and hang me on a flagpole by my underwear? Also any suggestions would help too. And constructive criticism, can't get enough of that. Next chapter might not be up til next week (that's my spring break!). Of course, I'm staying home doing nothing except seeing how many Listerine Pocketpaks I could fit in my mouth before I pass out. . . I put like 6 in my mouth once and I was blind for like half an hour!