(AN: I realize that the chronology is off in the first chapter. Technically, Greg should only be in his first year of med school and Marcia should be in her senior year of college, but I did not feel like writing about four people in college any more than you feel like reading it. So for the record, in this story, Peter's in his junior year in college, Jan's a sophomore, and Bobby and Cindy are still in high school. Also, the info I have about Radcliff might seem... off.  If you have any questions or suggestions, please contact me using the e-mail addy on the first page.)

Chapter Two- Jan

After Peter left the party, I stayed there a while longer, nursing the drink in my hand and thinking about my once brother. Out of all of the Brady boys, Peter was my counterpart, the one who understood how it felt to have a perfect older sibling and a cute younger one. We had often discussed our feelings of sometimes wanting to be a different person than the world seemed to think we were.

I sighed, finished my drink, and told my friends that I was leaving.

"January, you just got here," my roommate Laura protested.

"Yeah, and I had fun, but I think I want to be around less people right now." I smiled at her and started for the door.

Outside, the night was dark and windy. I was glad for the lack of company as the wind whipped my hair and clothing around me. The heaviness of the air told me that it was going to rain, and soon. I ran to my car and drove quickly across town to my dorm. I made it in the door before the clouds opened in a big burst of rain.

At the desk, a bored girl motioned to me. "Martin? You have some messages."

"Thank you." I took the slips of paper from her and scanned them as I went up the stairs to my room. My mother had called, probably wanting to discuss something about her wedding. Marcia had also left a message, hers stating that she needed to talk to me as soon as possible. The last one I had gotten I had only missed by five minutes. I picked up the receiver of the phone and dialed.

"Hello, Brady speaking."

"Hi, Peter. I just got your message. I guess your other party didn't turn out?"

"For some reason, I didn't feel like hopping from place to place tonight. Is it raining on your side of town?"

"Yeah, it's coming down in sheets."

After I said that, we sat for a while, silent but not uncomfortable. Then I heard a soft chuckle on the phone.

"What's funny?"

"When I spoke to the operator in your dorm, I asked for Jan Martin. The girl corrected me. Since when do you go by January?"

"When I entered college, I decided that I wanted to be a different person, and not in the wear a brown `fro wig different way. Instead of being Jan Brady, all around loser, I became January Martin, a quiet girl who discovered that she had a thing for computers. No one here knows who I used to be here."

"And you can be the person you always were," Peter mused.

"Get out of my head!" I laughed. "How do you do that?"

"It's the same thing I did when I entered college. Here, I'm not Greg's younger brother. Or even Bobby's older brother. I'm just me."

"Exactly." Suddenly, I flashed back to all of those times that we had had a variation of this conversation. Apparently, Peter was thinking the same thing I was, because he commented, "It's like deja vu' all over again, isn't it?"

"It's like we never left Clinton Way."

"Doesn't your mother and Cindy... sorry, I meant Cynthia, still live there?"

"My mother and her fiancee' are buying a house. I mean, Cynthia's in her senior year of high school, so it's not like all of the space is needed."

"By the way, have you heard from Alice?"

"Apparently, she's fine. Who would have thought that she would move to Alaska?"

"And leave Sam?"

"Okay, I have a weird thought, but bear with me. What was Sam's last name? Someone asked me that once, and I answered `Da Butcher' without thinking."

I could hear Peter's hysterical laughter on the other end of the phone. "Sorry. I just pictured you saying that."

"It's okay. I'm well aware that I sound like an idiot." I said dryly.

Peter sobered up. "There's something I want to ask you. Don't take this the wrong way, but... would you like to go to dinner sometime? For old times' sake?"

I was surprised, but recovered quickly. "Sure, Peter. That would be nice."

He chuckled, relieved. "Great. Well, I have to go. My roommate's due back any second, and I was hoping to get some studying done before he came in."

"I understand. Talk to you later."

"Bye, January."

I hung up the phone and smiled. Then I dialed another number.

"Hello?" In the background, I could hear a male voice, mock- complaining.

"Marcia? I'm not... disturbing anything, am I?"

"Jan? Hey, did you get my message? And don't worry- anything that you interrupted will be resumed later!" I heard the male voice again and then Marcia's squeals filled my ears.

"Hello? Impressionable younger sister on the phone!" I said, laughing.

After a while, Marcia got back on the line. "Sorry. Someone's being impatient. Anyway, where were you? That girl on Bells was insane!"

"I went to a party. You'll never guess who I ran into."

"Probably not."

"Peter."

"Peter? Peter Brady? How'd you see him?"

"He was at the party!"

"Oh." For a moment, Marcia was silent. "How are the other Brady men doing?"

"Fine, I guess. We really only talked about Greg and Bobby."

"So you had a long conversation?"

"Yeah. We're going out to dinner soon."

"You're going on a date with your brother? Jan..."

"Ex- stepbrother, remember? And it's not a date. Is your mind in the gutter?"

I heard Wally shout, "Yes!" before Marcia could say anything.

"Look Jan, I just don't want to see you hurt. Remember what Mike did to Mom."

"Somehow, I don't think that will be a problem. Marcia, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh. Mom just wants to know if you're coming home anytime soon, because she has fittings for our bridesmaid dresses."

"I wasn't planning to be home until... I don't know, later. Can't she just fit the dress on you?"

"You know as well as I do that a dress that will fit me won't do anything for you. Who knew that my little sister would turn out to be... not little?"

"Marcia! Could we change the subject?"

"Okay. If you're really not coming home soon, please let Mom know. Okay, I have to go. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

I hung up the phone. I got undressed and got ready for bed. By the time my roommate came in, I was already 90% asleep.

"January? You awake?"

"Muurrph."

"I'll accept that as a yes. That guy you were talking to was kinda cute. If you decide to throw him back, may I have him?"

I was about to tell her about Peter, but instead, I chuckled and rolled over to go to sleep.

Next Part: Marcia