Things Just Get Complicated Pt. II
Summary: Not too long ago three strangers visited Blake Holsey High. Now, back in their proper time, they are in need of help. Everyone is surprised, however, when that help comes from a red head from 2004. Will Josie help the new Science Club, or will she only get herself stuck in the future?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Strange Days at Blake Holsey high, the only thing I do own are my original characters. But thanks to the creator's for such a mad awesome show!
AN: Thanks to everyone who read the last one. Your reviews really inspired me to keep going, and to go on with this new story! So THANKS a jumble!
PROLOGUE
"So, in conclusion, I believe that Microne Industries -."
"Really, really sucks?" Jovee Pearson asked, her head resting on her elbow with boredom. She had long dirty blond hair twisted in a complex braided bun atop her head. She was decked out in a school uniform, except she wore pants compared to the skirt.
"No," Nathaniel Penn replied with frustration. The Chinese boy had recently dyed his spiky, raven black hair to a glistening highlighter green. He wore khaki cargo pants, and a long-sleeved red shirt featuring Magnet 360. "I think they've gotten a hold of Pearadyne's old folders."
"We already knew that, though," Katrina Groh protested angrily. Her black hair fell into her blue eyes, forcing her to brush it back quickly. She had a natural golden tan, and was dressed in the traditional Blake Holsey skirt. She wore a dim pink shirt featuring a silly black cat known as 'Trouble', with matching pink stockings on her legs.
"He's not finished yet," Finley Wheeler said quickly. Finley hadn't changed at all in the four months since his trip to the past. His dark brown hair was still the same – well-trimmed and slightly spiked. As always he was in his school uniform. He took some chalk into his hand and began to draw a large diagram. His close friend, Douglas Randall, tilted his head to the side in confusion. Douglas hadn't changed too much, either. His reddish-brown hair, which curled a bit at his ears, hadn't bothered to be brushed that morning, and now had an interesting yet angular look to it. He'd forgotten a lot that morning, in a hurry to get to class, and as a result he wore jean shorts frayed at the bottoms, a simple white t-shirt under his uniform jacket, and a demerit - requesting him to attend an hour of detention for inappropriate school attire - in his pocket.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Wasting our time," Jovee replied.
"I wasn't talking to you," Douglas grumbled.
"Jovee, Douglas," Professor Z said warningly, looking meaningfully at the two. Despite a few pounds heavier, more bags under his eyes, and slightly grayed hair, Z was still the same.
"Just saying," Jovee said with a shrug.
"Alright," Finley said, stepping away from the board and looking it over thoughtfully. He glanced back at Nathaniel, who nodded his consent. "Nathaniel and I have noticed a pattern here. All we're missing is the key."
"Look Finn, enough beating around the bush already. Are you going to explain to us any purpose of that – slop on the board, or what?" Katrina demanded.
"We're getting to it," Finley said quickly.
"Take a look here," Nathaniel said, pointing to a part of the sloppy diagram. He drew a circle around. "We know that Victor Pearson and Sarah Lynch were responsible for taking control of the wormhole. We know your parents found the connection between our school and the projects at Pearadyne industries, and shut it down."
"So?" Jovee asked.
"So obviously when Collin Bush took the folders from your Dad, he learned about the wormhole and its experiments," Nathaniel filled in.
"Finley," Douglas started, looking frustrated and a little confused.
"Okay, okay," Finley said. "What we're saying is that in all aspects, the wormhole and the energy surrounding the school should not be able to be molded."
Katrina sat up with realization. "Because it was all shut down."
"Exactly!" Nathaniel said.
"So you're saying that somebody's opened it up again. That's impossible. Microne Industries doesn't have that sort of power," Douglas pointed out.
"Jovee, you knew how to control the wormhole," Finley said. The girl looked uncertain.
"Yea," She drawled. "But that was because Dad once mentioned the way to control the wormhole had been using thought - wanting to use it. We all know that I wasn't sure it would actually work."
"I think I see what you're getting at," Katrina said, standing up quickly and knocking her chair over.
"So do I," Z said with a frown.
Katrina quickly moved to the front of the room. "Microne had somebody who knew how to reawaken the energy in the school. Implying that -."
"That one of the science club members went to Microne," Jovee said softly.
"Or was blackmailed into going for Microne," Finley said quickly, noticing the strange look on Douglas' face.
"You think my Dad -."
"There could be many reasons for why he would help," Nathaniel said. "We have a couple of theories."
"My Dad wouldn't have betrayed us like that!" Douglas snapped.
"We all know that, Douglas," Professor Z said quickly. "Lucas always tried his hardest to do the right thing."
"And let's admit it, he was suspicious of everyone," Jovee pointed out. "Why would he willingly help an enemy?"
Douglas snorted. "My Dad wouldn't help them … no matter what."
"That's what we're missing, Douglas. We need to know why. Someone's controlling the wormhole. Permitting entrance and exit. But the fact of the matter is that energy which has been dormant for twenty-one years has been reawakened. Only someone who knew how to shut it down the first time could know how to reawaken it."
"Yes, but it took the entire science club to close out the energies last time," Z said.
"We may never know what happened the day your Dad went through the wormhole, Douglas. But you have to understand that that was the same time everything wacky started picking up," Katrina said.
Douglas started for the door. "I don't have to listen to you guys think all these bad thoughts about my Dad. He didn't work for Microne."
"Douglas -."
Any comments were cut off by a beeping noise beside Z. He glanced over at the machine; everyone's eyes were on it. "The wormhole's being opened," Z said softly.
Everyone held their breath as the vortex jerked open and Josie Trent of 2004 stepped out. "Whoa," She said, holding her arms out uncertainly. Then she glanced around the room, taking in the reactions of the people before her. She grimaced. "Double whoa."