Sorry for the bit of a wait. I actually do have the story done, but recently I came up with a better ending. More mysterious and odd rather than the happy one I had done originally. Not really important at thispoint in the story, but I just thought I'd say that. Enjoy the new chapter...
"Isn't this breaking some kind of law?" Marshall asked Josie and Lucas as he and Corrine followed them to the Pearson mansion. They all looked at him. "I know we're breaking the usual rules, but I'm talking about the laws where the police get involved."
"We want to make sure Victor isn't trying to put Z through some kind of torture or anything," Josie replied. "The excuse he brought him over here for was kinda flimsy."
"Josie, you're getting as paranoid as Lucas," Corrine commented. "But it doesn't hurt to check out what's going on."
"Corrine, did I just hear that you're willing to break some rules?" Marshall asked in surprise. The girl glared at the young man. "What? I'm just saying. You're usually the one that's trying to talk us out of stuff like this and now you're all okay with this."
"Professor Z could be in trouble," Corrine said. "We're the only people who can do anything about it if that's true. He's stuck his neck out for us more times than I can count so I figure we owe him this much."
"You just feel bad for not bothering to ask Z about his life," Lucas replied. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I kinda feel that way too."
"Yeah, same here," Marshall added. "We constantly talk about parents and stuff then we hand off our problems on to him. The only time we even bothered with his past and his problems was when he had amnesia thanks to the wormhole. And even then we were kinda looking out for our own necks."
"We'll make this all up to him later, guys," Josie interjected. "Right now we have to find out what's going on in there." They continued toward a window partially hidden by some fir trees. "Now make sure no one's coming or we'll get into major trouble that even Z won't be able to get us out of." She peered into the window and saw a group of people standing on the other side of the house. She could only make out Z because of his messy hair. "No signs of torture yet. They're just talking."
"Let me see," Lucas said moving up next to her. He brushed against her and she gave him a sideways glance. "Sorry."
"It's okay," she replied in a low voice adding a small smile. He returned it before looking through the window as well.
"There's Pearson, Z, some girl with blonde hair and a guy pointing at something on paper. It looks like some kind of legal document."
"How can you tell that from here?" Marshall asked. "You haven't been messing with your glasses again, have you?"
"No. I learned my lesson, Marshall. Plus you barely let me touch any chemicals without making sure they won't let me have super vision again."
"If only you had used your powers for good instead of evil." Lucas hit his friend in the arm. "Ow!"
"Shh…" Corrine hushed them. "We're trying not to attract any attention. We're just seeing if Z needs our help." She peered into the window. "I think Lucas is right about that being a legal document. I've seen a fair share of them because of my parents. I wonder if Victor is reminding Z about some legal ramifications if he keeps doing what he's doing. Like helping us sneak around."
"But that doesn't tell who the blonde is," Josie said. "Oh, Z's getting up and they're all heading this way. Everyone down." The four teenagers sunk down below the window's ledge. "Whoever's hand that is remove it now before I do."
"Sorry," Marshall apologized.
"I'm getting a major cramp here," Lucas muttered. "Do you think it's safe to get up?"
"I don't know," Corrine answered. "But someone has to look."
"Actually, no need." A fifth voice joined the group from above the teenagers. They all looked up from their positions on the ground to see a blonde leaning out the window and giving them all a bemused look. "You Yanks are quite odd."
"You're British," Lucas stated as he moved into a sitting position.
"And you're an American who looks quite cute in his school uniform," she replied in amusement. "What are you all doing here?"
"Uh…" Lucas looked at Marshall.
"We're, uh…" Marshall glanced at Josie.
"It has to do with science," Josie provided.
"Science?" The blonde repeated. "I suppose you're also looking for your science teacher."
"Not necessarily," Corrine responded. "If he's here than what a coincidence. If he's not then we'll go for him in his office."
"I suggest you do go now," the blonde told them. "Mr. Pearson won't be very happy to hear he has four trespassers in his garden."
"You won't tell him that we were here, will you?" Lucas asked. She smiled at him and he could see her blue eyes.
"Perhaps if you'll join for a cup of tea at a time of my choosing I can be persuaded not to spill the beans."
"Um, okay."
"Now I suggest you disappear. They'll be coming in here in a moment."
"Thanks," Marshall told her. She gave him a nod and the group was off.
To be continued...