Disclaimer: Mmm, I own the F I'm going to be getting in most of my classes for neglecting homework for fanfiction. That's about it, except for Ashley, Celia, and Chelsea, and really I only own Ashley. But sometimes the others let me think I own them.

Chapter 2

Kerri and Ashley skidded to a stop outside Ashley's second period psychology class, panting slightly. Celia and Chelsea turned up not long after, not nearly as winded, since they hadn't just sprinted the entire way from the science wing. I'm starting to think they're the smart ones of the bunch...

Anyway, so Kerri and Ashley entered the room quickly, only to be pulled back by Celia, who demanded they skip to their seats. They did, receiving the usual strange looks from the few in the class who weren't used to it by now.

Just as soon as Ashley reached her seat, she tossed her backpack heavily on the chair, forgetting momentarily that her precious CD player was still in there and turned excitedly to the front of the room. Kerri's gaze followed hers and the reaction was relatively similar to the one last period.

"Georgie!"

"Ass wipe!"

Both girls launched themselves at the man, who was none other than George Huang, stupid-ass psychiatrist guy, much like they did in just about all of Ashley's stories involving such encounters. Only this time, there was no Elliot to restrain Ashley, and both girls crashed into Huang fairly hard. An audible rush of air was heard as the three hit the ground.

Kerri was squealing like a guinea pig in heat as Ashley was desperately trying to punch Huang in the face. Celia and Chelsea observed the spectacle for a moment before looking away in shame. The rest of the class, however, had their eyes glued to the tussle, unable to look away.

"Think we should call someone?" one kid, Chris, who knew Ashley from band, asked.

"Nah." some other kid, Heather, who went to the winter dance with Ashley's best friend's crush, said, "Let's let them duke it out."

Ashley paused in her beating of Huang and looked up for a moment at the sound of this.

"'Let's let them duke it out'? Did you really just say that?"

Heather nodded. Ashley shrugged.

"All righty then." Then she went back to attempting to beat the snot out of Huang.

Just then, Donald Cragen came running into the room. The girls stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

"What are you doing here?" Ashley asked, since Kerri was still too busy tending to poor Huangy-poo's wounds to say anything. "You're not supposed to come, Elliot is."

"Actually," Kerri corrected, finally taking notice, "Elliot's supposed to come before you beat the crap out of Huang, remember? He restrains you and you get all happy, and..." she trailed off, since Ashley was very obviously no longer paying attention and was off in la-la land, thinking about her stories. Really, who could blame her?

There was a momentary pause as the girls came to yet another realization.

"Cragen!" They shouted simultaneously, getting off of Huang and glomping Cragen.

Cragen, as was to be expected, just kinda stood there looking confused.

"What's going on here?" he asked, looking at Huang for an answer.

"Don't let him answer!" Ashley shrieked, trying to cover her ears with her shoulders, "It's just gonna be psychobabble and my ears are gonna bleed!"

As was to be expected, she got a roomful of strange looks.

"Ashley, don't you want to be a psychologist?" Chelsea asked, looking confused.

"Mm. What's your point?"

"Nothing."

"Mmhmm, that's what I thought."

There was actually a full minute of silence before the next question came.

"Hey, Don," Kerri said, slowly.

"Don? Charlie? Numb3ers? Where?" Ashley looked around frantically. Everyone who knew her groaned, everyone who didn't, well, they did too. Kerri, for one, decided to ignore her and continue on with her question.

"What are you doing here? I mean, shouldn't you be, you know, solving crimes and whatnot back in New York?"

Ashley stared at her, surprised.

"Wow, good question. For once."

Kerri slapped her in the arm. Ashley promptly shut up.

"Don, the answer, please?"

Cragen stared at her, but eventually answered.

"Because we are."

Ashley, Kerri, Celia, and Chelsea stared at him. The rest of the class stared at them, since they still had no idea what was going on.

"Because that wasn't vague in the slightest." Ashley muttered.

"We're here, and that is all you are required to know." Huang said.

Ashley turned to him and sent a glare full of daggers in his general direction. He didn't say much after that.

"I hate shrinks, don't you?" she said to no one in particular.

"No!" Kerri exclaimed, switching her glomp to Huang.

"I wasn't asking you." Ashley snapped. When no one else answered (since they were all pretty much too freaked out by her to want to), she said, "Damn it, where's Elliot when you need him?"

"Actually," Cragen said, finally providing some useful information for once. "He's teaching health."

"Health!" Ashley exclaimed. "I don't even take health!"

"We could crash the class," Kerri suggested.

"Ooh, I like this plan," Ashley responded with an evil grin. "Thank God I'm not taking it this year. I don't wanna learn about sex ed with Mrs. Weller." She shuddered violently.

"Who's Mrs. Weller?" Huang asked, idiotically opening his mouth as curiosity got the better of him. Ashley spared him a quick glare before responding.

"What did I say about you talking? Anyways, she was my middle school health teacher who I hated. With a passion. Almost more than I hate you." The last sentence was directed in Huang's direction. "But not quite."

The majority of the rest of the class shuddered as well at the painful memories. There was another moment of dead silence as they relieved those horrible three years. Then it was broken by Cragen.

"George, do you think you can handle this from here?"

"Whaaaaaaat?" Kerri and Ashley exclaimed simultaneously. "You're leaving?"

Cragen nodded.

"I have a class to teach. So does George." With that, he unlatched Ashley from him and walked out across the hall. Ashley and Celia observed the room he went into and Ashley groaned.

"Ah, man, we actually have to learn in history? That sucks." Ashley sat down in her seat and pouted, while George unsuccessfully attempted to remove Kerri from him. In the end, it took the combined efforts of Celia, Chelsea, and Huang to get her off. Ashley would have helped, but was too busy sulking to care.

"So, now, class, we are going to learn about the effects a hippocampal disfunction can have on the way we lead our daily lives. Now, if you'd refer to page ninety four in your texts..." he continued on in that damned passive aggressive voice of his, and Ashley slowly drifted off to sleep, noting that his voice was a good one to sleep to, if you could get over the wanting to bash his skull into something hard and concrete, that is.

Before she knew it, the bell rang and Celia was stabbing her with a sharpened pencil.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" she exclaimed, jumping up and snatching the pencil at the same time.

"It's time to go to history." Celia said, gesturing to the clock-door area.

"Oh. Well you could have just said that in the first place." Ashley said, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. "But we're stopping at my locker first. If we're not actually learning anything, there's no need to carry around fifty pound textbooks, now is there?"

Kerri was about to protest that her friend had previously stated that they would indeed be learning during history, and had then proceeded to curse colorfully about it, but refrained from comment.

They strode out into the hallway to Ashley's locker, Ashley glaring meanly at Huang the entire time he was in an eyeshot. She dumped all her books and binders in, then, as an afterthought, shoved the entire bag in the already-crowded locker.

"All right, off to history we go."