Warning : There will be some changes in the Chameleon Mission, so don't be surprised if the story doesn't have the same timeline events as the Canon mission.

Megan wasn't sure what to think when Lee dragged Tony out of the door as if he was some kind of ragged doll. He wanted to go up and see Marc, but Lee told her that he was sleeping and if someone woke him up, he would be in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

Well, that's what he said, but apparently, autistic people were known for holding a grudge. Even if the bad gesture was made of good intentions, they can take it the wrong way and be offended.

When Megan had learned that Marc was coming back, she realized that she had to anticipate everything about her twin, so she immediately opened her laptop and scrolled through all the information she could find on autistic people. And boy, she had found a lot. Narrow interests, like informatic, puzzle, or music, very sensitive skin (which would explain why he never wanted to be touched in the past. She wasn't sure if he still wants to be touched yet), hyperacusis (having very sensitive ears), lack of sociability, repeating gestures (flapping hands, rocking back and forth on oneself).

She was almost lost by the multiple explanations about autism and how it worked, but she understood one thing that nearly broke her heart. And that thing was that Marc won't want to socialize with anyone, and she wasn't sure if he wanted to socialize with his family, even Megan, his own twin. Learning this disappointing fact, she was almost relieved when Lee said that Marc talked to him. But that joy was replaced by rage when the eldest of the siblings refused to explain why Marc was sleeping upstairs instead of being in the Ohio airport, waiting for the plane to fly.

By the time they arrived at school, Lee ran away to find his friends from the climbing club, and Tony, as curious as she was, was forced to leave too because of his theater club. Megan wandered in the halls. There were two reasons for that. The first was to cool her head, and the second...

"Hey Megan !"

The second reason was that she could find one of her friends to help with the first reason.

Turning towards the voice, she found her friend Misty with her usual attire and a bright smile on her face as she descended the stairs. However, Megan knew that her smile means that she has something important to say.

Out of all of her girl friends, Misty was the one Megan was the closest to. They knew each other since the day of first grade. It was a few weeks after Marc left, and Megan kind of suffered from a VTS (Vanishing Twin Syndrome), so she isolated herself from the other girls for a while until Misty approached her and asked her if she wanted to be friends with her. Since that day, they have been inseparable.

"Hey, Misty. What's up ?"

The Afro-american girl leaned close to her friend, "Have you heard the news ? There's a new student who will come around next week." Then she whispered, "But... I heard a rumor that he was mentally ill. But it was Tami who said that so..."

Misty kept blabbing on, but Megan didn't listen to the rest of what she said. The only person who would go to school next week was Marc. And she was sure that she didn't tell anyone about this. But at the same time (as much she hated to admit), Tami was the most popular girl, so it wasn't a surprise that she has ears everywhere. But how come she knew that Marc has mental difficulties ? And who does she think she is to tell people that people are crazy ?! Being autistic doesn't mean that you're stupid.

"Megan ?"

"Huh ?"

"I said that I'm loving your new boots. You have to tell me where you bought 'em." Misty said as she kneeled to see the said boots in more detail. She must have noticed that Megan was uncomfortable with what she said so she decided to change the subject. Megan, taking the hint, went along with her friend with a grateful smile.

"Thanks Misty. They're made of ninety percent recycled milk carton." she said as she showed them to her BFF. "There is only two pairs in the entire city."

"And they're made from recycled... something or other. And that's great because I want to save trees, fossil fuels, and stuff."

The girls' eyes widened when they saw Tami coming from wherever she was with three of her friends... with the same boots that Megan is wearing.

"Tami ?! What are you doing with MY boots ?!"

"Check it out girls." Tami smugly said to her friends, "Looks like my ultra-chic boots have spawned a desperate trend chaser."

The three girls laughed.

"If you want to buy cheap imitations, then you want to copy someone." Tami was about to leave before she stopped and smugly said, "Oh, by the way, I heard that a stupid boy was coming to school in few days. You wouldn't, like, know him in any way ?"

Okay, Tami is coming with the same boots that her's ? She could accept that. Pretending to have bought them first ? That can annoy her, but nothing unusual than the Megan-Tami rivalry everyone in school knows about.

But insulting her twin brother ? THAT was the last straw.

Misty gasped when Megan approached closer to her rival with an expression that could be only described as fury.

"Listen Tami. I dunno how you know that he was going to school, but I forbid, and really FORBID you to talk trash about my twin brother !"

Tami put her hand in front of her mouth in fake surprise and that when Megan saw the surprised looks of Misty and Tami's crownies that she realized her mistake.

"Oh crud…"

"What ? So the weirdo that will come is your twin brother ?!" Megan didn't know how she could be able to stand still and let the queen bee talk like that without slapping her. "I, like, always knew that your family is a bunch of weirdos, but having another brother coming from an asylum is, like, taking the cake." She walked away as she snickered.

If you think that you have seen the pink Spiez furious before, then you might reconsider this statement as she looked so close to nail her perfectly polished face. She was about to burst when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Megan ? Are… are you okay ?"

Misty was looking at her with a worried face, scared about what her friend might do. She also looked regretful, And Megan knew why.

"Yes Misty, don't worry. You know Tami. she will forget about it as soon as she remembers her nail appointment." There was no need for Megan to see her face to understand that she didn't believe him.

"Are you sure ? I mean…" But before she could say anything, the intercom blared with a new message.

"Megan Clark. Please report to the principal's office. Megan Clark…"

"Oh great… what now ?" She ran in the direction of the office, but not before waving with a "see ya later !"

When she arrived at her goal, she already knew what it would be about. She knocked and didn't wait to enter.

"Uh… Good morning, Ms Shields. Listen, I know you want to talk about my brother Marc, but don't worry, I assure you that…"

As Megan kept rambling on, she didn't notice at first that the principal was oddly quiet. Especially when she wants her order and her authority to be known among the students.

It was when Megan took a small amount of breath from babbling that she noticed that Ms Shields was looking right into her. She slowly, but carefully, approached the woman at her desk and realized what was wrong.

The gaze was fake, like everything about her. Because it wasn't principal Shields, but a cardboard version of her !!

"What ?!" However, before she could understand further, the fake Ms Shields fell forward to reveal a tunnel in which Megan was immediately WOOHP-ed in.

As she slid in the tunnel, pieces of dust and dirt went into her new clothes, much to her dismay.

"Great… so much for my unique and original look."

She bounced on a trampoline and slid into another tunnel. Looks like it was mission time.

It was meal time when Marc had finished tidying his clothes. He woke up to the sound of someone yelling "to get back here", whatever it meant. The parents weren't home and he wasn't sure if they were aware of the predicament he was in and the fact that he was here, in Lee's bed, while the older boy was sleeping in the top bunk of a bed. When he closed the closet, he sat on the chair in front of the desk and plugged his computer. He was trying to take his mind off by cuddling Archie, but somehow his eyes were focused on the bluejay that laid on the branches of the tree he climbed yesterday.

Marc's heart couldn't help but fasten when he remembered the height between the ground and the branch he kneeled on to jump from the tree to the window. He was so scared, yet he jumped anyway.

Normally he would take his time to reflect, but he had learned in the past that the more he thinks, the less he will act.

Speaking of act, Marc thought as the computer showed the picture of a german shepherd in the background, he wondered how it would go at school. He hoped that no one would want to talk to him, invading his private space. He also wondered if his siblings would talk to him when in middle school or, on the contrary, would deliberately ignore him. In either case, he wouldn't know how to react. If they interacted with him, he would say the wrong thing and they would start a fight, but if they ignored him, it would make things all awkward, even for him.

As insensitive Marc thought he was, he didn't like tense or awkward situations. It would make him feel worse, as if the temperature was rising and he was having trouble breathing and focusing clearly. And sometimes he could hear alarms in his head, like right now.

Wait… what ?

Marc's eyes went back to his computer and widened when he saw one of his programs activate automatically. It was the program Enigma, which he had created to detect any strange websites or coded databases that were supposed to be top secret, whether it was linked to a research Marc made or from a neighboring computer.

As he opened his program, he could already see the hundreds of letters and numbers of the HTML code printed in white in the black background. Putting Archie on the desk next so it could look at him typing, he petted the stuffed animal.

"Time for work Archie." He was about to touch the keyboard when his watch beeped.

Marc looked at it and noticed the time.

12:05.

"... Maybe after lunch."

I decided to end it here because it was too long. Sorry and thanks for reading. Don't hesitate to comment, follow, like and whatever.