A/N - Finally here is the next part. I apologise for the delay in posting this one. The main reason is that someone told me that we would find out in the season two episodes how Jack gets his information. So I held off on posting the next part in case I had to do a re-write to keep the story a canon as possible. Unfortunately although I now have the answer to the question and have given it a lot of thought over the last few weeks I think thata re-write for this particular story is impossible. Those who have seen the second series episodes will understand why but I won't say more here in view of the fact that some people reading this might be avoiding spoilers.

I hope you will continue to enjoy the story anyway.

Walking down the deserted corridor Jack saw that all the students were in class. There was no one about to question his presence, even though he had perfected the art of appearing as though he belonged in places that he shouldn't.

He glanced into each room that he passed but could not see either of the two siblings present in the class.

He headed in the direction of the school office and put his head around the door. The receptionist gave him a harassed look as he walked over to her desk.

"Can I help you?" she asked as she moved a stack of papers to one side.

"I hope so," Jack said with a smile. "I'm from the guidance office over at East Side High. We had a bit of a problem last year with a student who claimed an ex-boyfriend was stalking her."

The receptionist looked confused at his comment but at least she wasn't throwing him out; instead she raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

"It seems that his fixation has finished but word has got to us that the young man in question has been lurking around your parking lot here. We believe he may have focused his unwanted attention on one of your students and just wanted to make sure that you're aware of the situation. We want to be as co-operative as we can with your establishment here."

"Of course," the receptionist said with a smile. "Let me just get someone to speak with you and take all the details."

Jack smiled as she hurried off to do just that. Walking over to the window he looked outside while he waited. Harrison was still hanging around, though from his frequent glances at his watch Jack didn't think he was going to be there much longer. And if he didn't leave of his own accord then he might be joining Tru in jail and solve the problem of keeping the pair of them out of the way for the rest of the day.

Jack had soon relayed all the information to the headmaster of the school and had given a very clear and concise description of Harrison Davies so that they could keep an eye open for him. He wondered whether to mention he was outside right now but thought that perhaps that might be pushing his luck and they might make the jump from coincidence to set up and it would all have been for nothing.

He left the school office and headed back through the corridors to try and find the victim again. Sure enough he soon came across the sound of raised voices coming from a room he had at first thought was empty.

"You can't keep us apart," a young female voice shouted. Looking in the door Jack saw the sister angrily shouting at her brother.

"You think mom and dad will let you see him?" the brother retorted.

"You can't tell them."

"You're riding home with me after school and then we'll see about that."

"Gary's picking me up this afternoon, we're going to catch a movie."

"He's a criminal Emma. You can't go anywhere with him."

"Stay out of this Dylan, you've never even met him," Emma shouted. "If you tell mom and dad, I'll never forgive you."

Jack stepped back as Emma turned on her heel and pushed her way past him. Youngsters today, he thought with a frown, no respect at all for their elders.

Dylan looked at Jack with curiosity and didn't make an effort to follow after his sister.

"Got herself in with the wrong type of boy?" Jack asked.

Dylan nodded in response, though his verbal reply was less helpful. "What's it to you?"

"I know what it is to be an older brother and feel the need to protect a younger sister," Jack said in sympathy as he moved closer and leaned against one of the desks. Dylan looked slightly less hostile against the intrusion and Jack put on his most concerned and sympathetic face as he watched the young boy contemplate how much to say to the stranger before him.

Before too much time had passed Dylan had told Jack all about how his sister had taken up with Gary, an older boy from another school. Jack knew instinctively that it was the same boy he had seen tampering with the car and it didn't take a genius to figure out that Gary's target had been Dylan and not Emma. Jack considered it pure bad luck that that was the case or he could have worked quite well with Gary, if only they hadn't got different targets this day.

Jack listened in sympathy wondering how to get the day back on track again. It was little use in Dylan taking Emma home when the car was no longer going to crash. He couldn't risk that Harrison would be escorted off the premises in time for him to tamper with the car himself. Besides which, he belatedly realised that the staff would be watching the parking lot for Harrison returning and it would make it that much more difficult for him to get to the car himself.

He just had to think of something else.

Unfortunately he was talking to the wrong person since neither Dylan nor Gary would be interested in Emma dying. It really was just pure bad luck.

He wondered if he should try to convince Dylan that Harrison was Gary but figured that it probably wouldn't work. Unfortunately Harrison was quick at thinking, particularly when caught on the spot, and Jack suspected he could talk his way out of pretty much anything. All he really had to do was produce his driver's licence to prove who he was.

Leaving Dylan with sympathetic encouragement he headed out of the room to see if he could find Emma.

It wasn't long before he found her sitting in a stairwell dialling someone on her mobile phone.

"I think you'll find they're not allowed to be switched on in school," Jack said with a smile.

"Only in class," Emma said, frowning at the phone that was re-dialling.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Jack asked as he sat down beside her; she shrugged in reply.

"Ah," Jack said as he memorised the number on the illuminated screen; it might be useful to have that later. "Young love?"

"Something like that," Emma replied distractedly, clearly not as interested in talking to Jack as her brother had been.

"I think you'll find that Gary is not that far away," Jack said, securing her attention with ease.

"You know Gary?" she asked as she gave up on the phone.

"Yeah, he asked me to pass a message to you," Jack whispered in the tone of a fellow conspirator. "He's waiting for you outside in the parking lot right now."

Emma jumped up and hurried away, belatedly calling a thank you to Jack who waved her on his way before hurrying to the school office again.

He pulled out his own mobile phone and dialled Harrison's number to tell him that Emma was heading in his direction. Harrison sounded suspicious and confused; nothing new there, but Jack merely ended the call without bothering to offer an explanation. There wasn't time for one if he wanted this to work. Never mind that they might think it was a set up, it was too much of a temptation.

Five minutes later he watched from a window as Harrison was escorted off the premises for harassing Emma, who herself was directed back to her class.

It didn't really help to get the day back on track but he really did enjoy winding up the Davies siblings.

But casting his mind back to business he thought back to what Dylan had said and wondered what sort of a criminal record Gary had, or whether it was merely a rumour that had no substance in the truth. Considering it might be worth paying a little visit to the police station he contemplated how difficult it would be to sneak a look at the computer there. He might even have time to stop for a little chat with Tru while he was there. He grinned at the thought; his mind made up.