Beyond the Shattered Glass

By Raining Dreams ("Bunny")

She still despises highschool: Wheeeee... Our AC is broke, so it's like, 85 degrees in this house. It's. HOT. I feel really bad for my rats. Anywho... I still hate highschool. It STILL sucks. And....erm... yesh. Whatever. I don't have much else to say... I'd like to take this moment, however, to state that I KNOW KARATE ISN'T AN OLYMPIC SPORT!!! -pants and points at the previous note on chapter one- Feh! Dun you all read!! I'm not going to respond to my reviewers this chapter. Too hot. Too lazy.

Disclaimer: ... If you own Detective Conan, I'll trade you some frozen carrots and Ruffles for it...

Beyond the Shattered Glass: File 2

"Rachel!!" he blurted as the girl nodded to the reporter, smiling warmly. There was no mistake, either. It said "Rachel Moore" across the bottom of the screen. Jimmy silently counted his blessings that he'd chosen to take all those years of English, watching her in awe, frozen solid.

"So Ms. Moore. Any boyfriends we should know about?" The reporter asked with a sly smile. Rachel blushed, giggling lightly.

"Nope."

"Any CRUSHES?" The woman pried.

"One." Rachel said amidst her giggles. "But that's all you're getting out of me." The reporter chuckled.

"There you have it, folks. Our own little karate champ, Denver's sweetheart, Rachel Moore. You can all come on down to St. Jonah's park and watch this girl train! It promises to be quite a show, so come on down!" the woman said in a charming way. Rachel smiled, giving the camera a small nod, before reaching off screen for some coffee.

Jimmy's mouth dropped, his eyes HUGE. He gulped, placing his jaw back in place, before jumping up and running down the hall, skidding to a halt at the Professor's bed.

"AGASA!! UP!! RACHEL!! TV! PARK!!" was all the boy could bark out, but he was jumping up and down frantically and pointing to the other room. Jimmy DIDN'T do that... Not unless something was beyond important. Agasa, however, just snorted, blinking blearily at him.

"What're you talking about, Jimmy?" he inquired, pausing midsentance to yawn. Jimmy let out a soft sort of growl, yanking on the Professor's wrist.

"Rachel! She's here! She was on the news!! She's at the park!! We have to go! NOW!" He sat up, staring at the boy, stretching.

"You sure you weren't dreaming?"

"Positive!! If you don't wake up I'm going to steal your stupid car!" Jimmy snapped out. The Professor waved his hand.

"Whatever...Jimmy, you're probably seeing things... goodnight." he mumbled, rolling back over. The boy rolled his eyes, snatching the keys to the rental car up, getting dressed and dashing out upon receiving directions to the park. The street was lined with cars, a crowd in a circle around a raised platform.

He had to stop for a moment, staring at her in disbelief for a moment. It was Rachel, no doubt about it. He'd recognize her anywhere. He ran up, walking to a thin part, watching her for a while. Several large men, who he presumed were some of Rachel's bodyguards, were surrounding her and keeping the crowd hushed so their charge could concentrate as she attacked the dummy. His breathing was ragged, eyes wide. He shoved his hands into his pockets out of pure, nervous habit. She'd grown into a BEAUTIFUL woman.

Her dark hair was messy, but it didn't LOOK messy. It looked perfect, like she'd tried, but hadn't. Her complexion remained fair despite all of her time outside, and her features remained just as pretty and innocent as he remembered. Just older. More mature. Her rosy lips pursed in concentration, just as they always had... A commentary finally reached his ears. "Ms. Moore has been doing Karate since she was the ripe old age of seven..." Eight. Jimmy mentally corrected. She first signed up when she was seven, but her mom left and she postponed until she was eight. As the workout slowed, the crowd began to chatter softly, the bodyguards no longer bothering to shush them. Well...here goes nothing... He thought to himself. He cupped his hands around his mouth, and with a deep breath, he called out to her.

"Hey!! RACHE!"

The girl stopped in mid kick, whirling around. Her trainer jumped up, scolding her. Rachel couldn't hear her, however. She was busy looking through the crowd. Not many people called her that. More importantly, not many BOYS. A smile spread over her features. By this time, her mother was standing, looking about too. Her eyes fell on him in an instant, and she couldn't help but let out a small shriek of joy. The crowd parted out of instinct, and she leaped over the rubber bands keeping her boxed in. "SORRY! TRAIN HARD TOMORROW!!" she called to her trainer, jumping Jimmy, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Jimmy! It's you!!" she paused, pulling away to make SURE it was him. "I can't believe--how??!" He just smiled, beyond words, and hugged her back. The crowd immediately began to chatter, cooing aws and asking "what?"s. The press instantly started to film and take pictures. Eri jumped in front of them. "Back off, or else you ALL loose your contracts!!" she snapped. They all did as they were told, content with what they'd gotten thus far.

She beamed, pulling back. "I don't care how you got here or why you are here. You're coming back to my house to visit. MOM! CANCEL ANY APPOINTMENTS I HAVE TODAY!" she called. "C'mon!" she grabbed his hand, starting to the parking lot. "We'll come back for your car later...it's so wonderful to see you!!" she acting downright ecstatic. She climbed into the backseat, ushering him in with her. Eri just stared, but decided not to say anything. What COULD she say? Rachel and Jimmy had maintained a friendship over all those years and seeing each other again like this again was some sort of strange miracle... She watched them via the rearview mirror before she started the car with a soft smile.

Jimmy felt like his heart was just going to EXPLODE from all this joy. He really felt like just kissing her there and then...but he ran the risk of really freaking her out in doing that.

"I missed you, Rache." Her eyes fell to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Jimmy. I had to leave Conan and you... I had to leave you without so much as a goodbye. I'm so sorry..."

He smiled. "Don't be." They were silent, staring at each other for the rest of the short trip. The house was modest and clearly old. Old but strong and nice. Rachel beamed, looking around, turning a circle before pointing down the hall and jutting a thumb at a nearby door.

"Um...I'm going to go take a shower and stuff. You can go hang out in my room or in the den or...whatever. Just make yourself at home. Raid our fridge for all I care..." She smiled, trotting off. He blinked, deciding to wander back to her room like first suggested. It was painted a pale yellow with oak furniture. It had that girly smell mingling with...Rachel. That was honestly the only description for THAT smell. Like flowers, vanilla, and something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Spicy...cinnamon, maybe? She did chew a lot of cinnamon gum. He didn't really care. It was Rachel, simple as that. He paused to take a moment to take that in, before looking around. Meaningless trinkets adorned her shelves and such, but one thing caught his eye... He hurried to her night stand, pulling the object of interest into his hand. It was a simple photo frame made of plastic, but it was what was inside. It was the picture taken so many years ago of the two atop the Empire State Building. She kept it. She kept it where she'd always see it. Rachel never forgot about me... He sat it down, looking straight ahead at nothing in particular, before slumping onto her bed. Rache... As if on cue, the girl entered, now dressed in something much more casual; some loose-fitting jeans and a t-shirt. She was STILL just BEAMING.

"Glad to see you're comfy... want something to drink, eat...?" she inquired. She stopped before walking up and hugging him again, burying her face into his shoulder. "Where'd you go, Jimmy? Where did you go?" she whispered to him, sounding moments away from tears. His eyes fell to the ground...

GASP!!!: Haha... I did it again. I gave you a ciffy on account of YEWWWW were all bad reviewers an' I didn't get reviews and stuff. 12 reviews. Pshaw. You're putting my other fics to shame, folks. At this rate I'll stop writin', and you DON'T want that. Not with this fic. It's gonna prove to be a kick butt plot, so review. Or else.