Juliette opened the office door ajar, uncertainly. "You wanted to see me?" she asked as she entered, and closed the door behind her.

Peter glanced up from his paperwork from behind his desk. "You're not in trouble," he reassured her, putting down his paperwork.

Juliette sighed, and grinned broadly. "Well that's good news," she asserted.

"You've made a lot of progress recently. When you first came here, you were self-destructive, and had a lot of demons to deal with. You've got tools you never had before, and you conquered those demons, Juliette. We're all really proud of you."

Juliette continued smiling, like she couldn't stop if she wanted to.

"You've earned a visit home."

Juliette's eyes widened, and her smile broadened. "I get to visit home?"

"That's exactly it. Next weekend, your mom will be driving up here to pick you up," Peter explained.

"I'm really going to have a weekend at home?" Juliette squealed.

"Yes, Juliette. You've made a lot of progress. "

"Thanks!" Juliette squealed as she fled from the room.





Erika and Scott stood on the grassy field, full of life. Erika held a football, passing it between her hands idly. Scott stood a number of feet from her.

"Scott, k, want to do a few drills?" Erika called.

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, run out, fake a right, but do a left hook," Erika explained.

"Yeah, ok," Scott replied. He subsequently ran out some feet, and faked a right turn. He expertly began a right hook with some skilled footwork. Erika threw the ball across the entire space that separated them, and Scott caught it above his head easily.

"Good catch," Erika commented.

"It should be. Had 17 touchdowns my junior year."

Erika smirked despite herself. "Well, don't I care," she responded.

As Erika was in the midst of throwing another pass, a tall, familiar figure came running over to her.

"Hey, are you Erika?" she turned to the speaker, as Scott awaited her throw.

She abandoned her task of throwing the football, and set her hands on her hips. "Yeah, who wants to know?" She didn't like the look in his eyes.

"I owe you this," the speaker said simply.

The next thing Erika knew, she was thrown off balance by a blow to her face. As she registered what had just occurred, her deadly gaze drifted to the tall figure before her.

"You little shit!" she cussed. "What crawled up your ass?" she demanded. She subsequently advanced towards him and threw him a left hook that connected with his jaw.

As he watched what was taking place, Scott came over uncertainly. "What the hell is going on?" he asked.

"Fuck if I know," Erika responded, looking as though she was barely containing her anger. "What the hell IS going on, huh?" she questioned Daniel.

"This is for the soccer fiasco," he said as he swung at her again, and they broke out into a full-out fight.

Erika threw him to the grassy floor and hurled herself over him. She threw a blow to his eye, and many to his exposed stomach. He managed a few blows to her face. "He's avenging his bloody nose, I take it," she informed Scott casually.

In a few moments, Auggie came running towards them, yelling at Daniel, who was now pinned down on the grassy floor, "Hey, man, don't you touch her!"

"It's a bit late," Scott muttered to himself, still trying to comprehend what was happening.

Auggie attempted to pull Daniel and Erika apart, but in vain. Erika jumped up, out of Daniel's swing. "Auggie? What the hell are you doing?" she demanded. "This is my fight.."

"No, it ain't," Auggie told her. "This guy messes with one of us, he messes with all of us."

Erika shoved Auggie aside. "I can do this on my own," she said as she punched again, and soon they were battling on the grass floor. A small crowd gathered around them.

"Guys, stop it!" Kat yelled feebly. "Someone's going to get hurt!"

Daniel managed to pin Erika down."The only reason you didn't get this," he said arrogantly as he threw a blow to her face, "before was because Peter stepped in."

But Erika recovered quickly, and rolled out of his grasp. She subsequently had him pinned him down, with all her body weight. "The only reason YOU," she hissed between her blows, "didn't get THIS," another blow, "before was because you were smart enough to stay away from me!" Her final statement was a heated shriek.

As he saw a crowd gathered on the field, Adrian strolled over. "What's going on?" he questioned.

Kat turned to him and responded, "Erika's.. taking care of some things."

Seeing the fight taking place, Adrian was somewhat taken aback. "What'd that guy ever do?"

Kat chuckled. "He asked for it. He really did."

"She's real good at taking care of herself," Adrian commented.

"Yeah, too good in fact."

"How did she learn how to fight like that?"

"I don't want to know," Kat replied.

"Oh."

"My office, now," boomed an angry voice, steering through the crowd that had gathered. None other than Peter Scarbrow. He pried the two apart successfully as they shared lethal stares.

"Whatever," Erika dismissed, rising.

"You too," Peter informed Daniel.



Peter towered over the two delinquents as they were seated in his office. His stare was lethal, and spoke louder than any words could. He was pissed. "You want to explain what happened, Erika?" he demanded.

"This dude here," Erika responded, indicating Daniel, seated beside her, "comes up to me and totally spazzes, what the hell am I supposed to do? Look cute while he uses me as his personal punching bag? Get real, Peter."

Peter turned to Daniel uncertainly. "Daniel?"

It was Erika who responded, fearlessly. "It was to avenge his bloody nose. I think I speak for everyone when I say-"

Peter didn't allow her to complete her sentence. "I'd expect better from you, Daniel," he interrupted.

Daniel shrugged. His face looked swollen. "Well sorry to disappoint you man, but this girl messed with me too much."

"And how was that?" Peter questioned.

"She made me look bad, and she's total trash," he replied as though it held some kind of conviction.

"Trash that can kick your ass," Erika retorted hotly. She suddenly laughed aloud. "If you thought I made you look bad before.. Peter, remind us who was the one getting the shit kicked out of him?"

"Enough, Erika. We have to get you two to the infirmary, first and foremost. We can resolve this in group."

"Please. Do I look like I need to go to the infirmary? This sack of roadkill, maybe but-"

Daniel just stared blankly, basking in his defeat.

"You know what this teaches us?" Erika began.

Peter sighed. "What, Erika," he questioned nonchalantly, wondering if he really wanted to hear.

Erika turned to Daniel as she responded. She stared him dead in the eye, and asserted, "That just because you think you're the shit, doesn't mean you are the shit."

Peter sighed wearily. "Was anyone else involved?" he questioned.

"Nope, just us two. No one else is going to take credit for the newly humbled Daniel," Erika replied.

"Alright," Peter responded. "Dan, head up to the infirmary and get your face checked out. You'll likely have a black eye by tomorrow. You better pray that I'm feeling merciful."

Daniel fled from the office at Peter's request, shooting a final glance towards Erika.

Erika rose, and Peter suddenly thought that she was going to go after Daniel. She stopped at the frame of the doorway. "You're welcome!" she called after Daniel. Her words echoed through the hall that he headed down. He turned around momentarily, and their eyes met, but she provoked no words out of him. She did however, provoke him to raise a certain finger.

"Erika, sit down," Peter instructed, irritated. He waited until she was seated and he had her full attention. "This is your 3rd fight in a matter of days. I am not going to go through this with you everyday. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer juvie? You seem pretty adamant in breaking the rules."

"Listen, Peter. What did you expect me to do. It's not my fault that guy can't take getting beat up by a girl. He was begging for it. I plead self-defense."

"I'm going to let this slide, but only because you weren't the one who picked the fight this time, and I commend you for that. But it doesn't change the fact that you didn't consider working out your differences with words, and at the first opportunity you headed in for the kill. But you're not going without a warning. Next time, it's juvie. Do you hear me?"

Erika dismissed his words. "Loud and clear," she replied nonetheless.

"Good."

"Now get back, we'll be having a group session in a few minutes, alert the others."

"Un huh."

"Just remember, Erika. You have one last chance."

"I got it, okay?"

"Don't blow your last chance," Peter advised seriously. "Do you need to take a visit to the infirmary?"

Erika shrugged. "I'm fine."

Peter shook his head. "I doubt it, but get out of here."