Wow! Parts one AND two up at the same time! Very unusual for me!
I guess cuz I wrote this down first! I kid you not, part one was 10 1/2 pages long and I write tiny!!
This part isn't quite as long at 5 pages, but I still write very tiny! ;p All right! Here I go!




They took a liesurely pace to school. With so much going on in his head, it was begining to hurt Yami's.

Sam, if you have questions, please ask...

"No, I'm fine. I'm as good as anyone who takes over peoples' bodies and lives gets."

You don't like your job, do you?

"This isn't a job, or it didn't used to be. I don't think..."

This happens a lot?

"I've been trying to get home for, five years now, I think." it pained him not being sure.

You have no control?

"If I did, I'd have gone home long ago."

You miss your friends and family very much, I can tell...

"Friends, sure. Family, I don't know."

Why don't you ask Al?

"I have and he said it was rules and regulations he can't tell me anymore than he does." Yami went silent. He felt badly for him. Sam stopped to think. He had never had anyone to talk to before about this. It was refreshing.

Maybe this will be your chance? Whatever drives you will let you go home this time. Yami tried to reasure.

"Maybe. Right now I just wish I knew more than fifty-one percent why I'm here." he was becoming discouraged. He thought for a moment that maybe, just maybe, whatever or whoever was leaping him around might be... no... but it was a long shot. He began to pray. Pray for a sign or anything that might point him to why he was there. Any little thing. NOW. He stopped and sighed. As he had thought, it was a long shot. He started heading to the school again when he felt a light tapping on his shoulder. He found himself praying again for it to be the sign. Anything but another Yami or even just a friendly game. He gulped and took in a deep breath to calm down. Slowly he turned toward the tapping to find nothing. "What the..."

"HEY YUG!!" crashed through Sam's ears from behind. He had just recovered the skin he had lost from the alarm! He quickly turned to find himself face to chest with a young boy with at least a three foot height advantage. The taller boy bent down coming eye-to-eye with whom he thought was his smaller friend. "Got ya good!" he sang, poking at the tip of Sam's nose. Sam was not amused. The kid took note and backed off. "Geez, Yug! Just a joke! Say, you aren't worried about that test are ya? You studied for days we thought we lost ya!"

It's okay, Sam. This is Joey. the spirit finally offered.

Geez! I'd thought I went back farther and was meeting Al as a kid!

"Hey, pal? Ya in there?" he waved his hand in Sam's face. Annoyed he instinctivly grabbed the boy's arm, startling him.

"Sorry, hu..."

Joey.

"Joey. I guess I am a little on edge."

"S'all right, I..." he cought sight of Yugi's watch. Sam could see the color drain from his face and he broke free of the grip, "Oh man! I gotta go!" with out another word the lanky boy took off like greased lightning toward the school.

What got into him? Yami wondered.

"I thought you knew this kid."

I do. But I don't keep what they call 'tabs' on him.

Sam looked at Yugi's watch, "We still have twenty minutes..."

"The kid is Joey Wheeler." Al chimed in. "He has a couple of warnings for being late. His last warning was the last warning. He probably didn't want to take any chances."

"How do you know this?"

"Talked to Yugi..." Al noticed the soft expression fade, Uh,oh. It's baaaack., "A little heads up there when you're going to pull this would be nice."

"I should ask the same of you."

"You got me again, Yami. Fair enough."

"How is Yugi?"

"He's fine. Relaxing. A little worried about what could be so bad someone had to take over his body to fix it."

Yami! Switch back! I have to tell Al about...

I want to know more...

Me too, but I have to tell him this! I don't have much time, I have to get Yugi to school, remember? the expression relaxed and smiled. Sam was back.

"Sam, take that thing off!"

"No way! At least with him, I don't have to look like a fool for days learning names this kid knows!"

Al stepped back, crossed his arms and pouted. "I see how it is..."

"Get over it! I've got something!"

"Spill it! You have seventeen minutes!"

"I prayed."

"Wha.. you wha, what?" Al wasn't sure if he had heard right.

"Remember? I do! We talked about it before! The possibility that 'you-know-who' has been leaping me around to do his job! I prayed for a sign."

"And?"

"And that Joey kid tapped me. Scared the living bageezes out of me..."

Al waved him, going almost insane with the theory.

"Maybe Ziggy is lapsing so badly, He decided to take over!" the more he thought about this, the more excited he became. If all he had to do was pray, this could be his ticket home. "Five years! Why hadn't I..." he stopped and pointed a scolding finger at Al, "You! I listened to YOU! Man, I..."

"Sam, take it easy!" he shook his head. He either still didn't believe it, or didn't want to believe it. Sam was ready to believe anything at this point with this experience.

"Come on!" he begged, "Talk to Yugi! Research the kid!" He could sense Yami's agreement, but wasn't about to share it with Al. Then he'd never go for it. Sam continued to plead with his friend, and with much reluctance, the door slid open, then just as quickly slid shut. Sam just shook his head and sighed. Sometimes Al could be a real pain. He tried again to start walking toward school, when another thought occurred to him, "Yami? How is it Yugi knew of these warnings and you didn't?"

He may have told Yugi in class.

"He takes this off in class? Great."

You'll do fine.

"Let's just get today over with!


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Al skipped through to the waiting room where Sam's body was kept with whatever soul he had switched with at the time. At this time, he was staring at his friend, a fifty-one year old man, with a very confused fourteen year old soul sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his, Sam's, feet looking deep in thought. He made his way toward him and gently placed his hand on a shoulder and began explaining Sam's theory.

"He thinks this thing is pointing him to Joey..."

"Why? What's wrong with Joey? What happened?"

"How well do you know him? Anything wrong needing put right, aside from his tardiness, that only Sam can fix?"

"I don't know... I can't... I..."

"it's all right. Take your time."

"Well, I can't imaging anything could be so bad he couldn't come to us or his father for help..." he was becoming more and more concerned by the second and like Sam he wanted answers, or out of there, now! He started to cry, the whole thing was a nightmare. Al had never delt with anyone so upset over this. Everyone else was so facinated.

"Hey kid, don't get so upset! It's not like anyone is going to get hurt..." Al you dope! Don't promise things like that!

"Okay, but..." Yugi wanted to know more, when Al cut him off.

"Wait, back up! You said friends and father; no mother? Brother? Sister?"

"His mother took his sister..."

Al leaped and punched his fist into the air. If Sam wasn't there for this Yami, then this had to be it! "Bingo!"

Yugi backed against the wall. To think he had no choice but to trust this guy. He was a freak! "Wha...?!"

"She took his sister and..." he coaxed.

"He hasn't... spoken to... her... since."

"Yes! Well," he bit his tongue. He didn't want the kid to think he thought that was good. "Uh, I mean now all we have to do is find out why it's such a big deal they speak and you and Sam..." he wanted to say Sam would be home, but didn't want to get his own hopes up, "Well, you'll go home."
tbc...