Author's Note: Wow, I have to apologize many times. I'm SO sorry I haven't updated in...forever and a day. Plus this chapter is short, but I have written more and it was just a pain to figure out where to break it so that it would make sense, be a considerable length, and not spoil anything good too soon (you must hate me for this reason...well, come to think of it, you must hate me for updating so slowly anyhow). So, please, do not ransack my house, because I do love it well. Anyway, I like this chapter a lot, and I hope you readers do as well! Kiko Kamia, welcome to my new story! I know you must be insane at the moment from waiting, but I hope you stay sane to read this chapter. I'm happy that you are reading my story! Say hello to your sister, Meiko Kamia, for me! NeoDude, I have realized that you are right about making the old gang seem older than they really are. I'll try to fix that, but I hope this problem will clear up once they start fighting again which will be in, well, the next chapter, as you probably can imagine. Palantiri, remember, no ransacking my house or killing me, okay? Hehe. And thanks for everyone who reviewed for my past stories! You guys rock as well as everyone else that comments on my story! Enjoy!

Jeremie took one look at the situation and wasted no time on pleasantries. He practically threw the teenagers surrounding the computer out of the way to get through, his face red with anger, excitement, and apprehension. When he got to the girl sitting in the chair he used to always sit in, she immediately slid out of it and handed him the communicator like she had been trained too. He took it, a bit more gently than he had handled the other kids, and then sat promptly down into the chair.

Suddenly, Jeremie felt at home. His back sunk into the old chair like it belonged there. And it did. The chair felt so familiar that Jeremie wanted to hug it. Of course, that would make him look like a buffoon and there were more important matters at hand. He immediately directed his attention to the computer screen.

Meanwhile, it seemed that Yumi, Ulrich, Odd, and Aelita had each picked a teenager to have a stare down with. Yumi, Ulrich, Odd, and Aelita looked about ready to take out their flying fans, swords, shooting lasers, and mind control abilities and attack the youngsters. The teenagers looked like they were about to shove the newcomers back in the elevator in a none too dignified manner.

But the mysterious situation with the computer screen turned out to win over all silent wars. Everyone crowded around the screen in the end (which was pretty hard to do and involved quite a bit of pushing and shoving, even amongst the grownups) and gazed at the blobby picture on the computer.

The voice was at it again. "Please…help…someone…please…" It was sounding a tad bit more desperate and anxious. Yumi, Ulrich, Odd, and Aelita exchanged knowing glances between themselves, they waited, poised for Jeremie's orders.

Jeremie tried talking back to the hysterical figure on the other end of the communicator, but the responses gave no notification that the other person had heard. Gravely, he turned to the people he had come with.

"Scanners. Now."

Puzzled, the teenagers watched the immediate reaction of the grownups at those two small, seemingly meaningless words. Angela was the one who protested.

"Now wait just a second." Yumi, Ulrich, Odd, and Aelita skid to a stop and glared at Angela for the interruption. Angela glared back, her glare equaling all of theirs put together. "We found this place, so I think we deserve at least a little explanation."

Yumi had had about enough of their nonsense. "Listen, punk, you never found this place, we did. So bug off." Her heart was beating in rage. She knew she wasn't really angry with the girl. She was angry that Xana had found a way to wake up again and she had been about to take it out on his fellow monsters that were sure to have accompanied him in his return to the world. Now that she had to deal with this girl, her anger's only outlet was the girl herself.

However, Angela wouldn't be walked all over. She was used to intimidation. She thought of her stepmother and her face flushed indignantly. "Sure, you discovered it, but then we rediscovered it."

There was a moment of silence in which soft crackling was the only noise. Then the voice started to yell for help again, this time the fear not bothering to be disguised. Yumi, Ulrich, Odd, and Aelita knew better than to pick a fight with anyone other than the true enemy. Without another word, the four of them dashed to the elevator and the door closed without hesitation, sending them down on their way.

Angela was furious. She felt that if she had tried to punch a wall, her fist would go straight through it. She turned on the last intruder, thinking that at least he deserved her anger. It came out in almost screeches. "Well, it seems they don't have any manners!"

Jeremie remained calm, clicking away expertly, knowing exactly what to do. His response never marred his flow of control. "They might not have manners, but they have experience and skill. Something you do not have…yet."

It had occurred to Jeremie when Angela and Yumi had their mini-brawl that they had no choice but to treat this group of five students nicely. They had information about this place and not knowing the kind of information they actually had was dangerous. One false move by Jeremie and company, and the news would be unleashed, spreading everywhere like a flood. It hadn't happened when Jeremie was a kid, but it could happen now.

Another thing that Jeremie touched on was the fact that if they didn't manage to shut down Xana soon enough, Jeremie and his friends couldn't still be the ones trying to do it day and night. They had their own lives to live, lives that could not accommodate Xana butting in whenever he desired to. Thus, enter the new students: Cynthia, Angela, Charlie, Lori, and Ian. They would be the new Lyoko warriors. But not today. The old gang got a shot at glory today.

Before anyone of the students could respond, Odd's voice crackled into existence over the intercom. "Holy, crap. There are four scanners in here now!"

Jeremie ignored Odd and turned to the five still bewildered faces. "Any work of yours?" he asked, looking each of the five straight in the eye.

"What are scanners?" Ian asked stupidly. Jeremie turned around, biting back his laughter.

"I don't know what's going on, Odd, but use them. Since they are there, use them. We have to take risks today to figure out what's going on." He pressed a few buttons and all the old warrior cards flipped into view. He allowed a small smile. "I can't believe I'd be seeing these again."

"Ready, gang?" Jeremie said into the communicator. "I've tracked down the trouble in the desert region, or what used to be the desert region. It might look a little different now, so don't be surprised."

"Great," Yumi was heard mumbling, "the desert region. My favorite."

Jeremie took that sarcastic comment in stride. "Then my congrats to you, Yumi. The first day back on the job and you are already going to enjoy it."

After a succession of quick adjustments, Jeremie was ready. He allowed the four time to get adjusted in the scanners that they hadn't been in for ten years. Then he pressed the enter key and the game was rolling.

"Transfer Aelita…transfer Yumi…transfer Ulrich…transfer Odd…scanner Aelita…scanner Yumi…scanner Ulrich…scanner Odd…virtualization."