A/N: Wow, this is the longest of all the chapters in this story...wow, and only at 5000 words. Which is really short for me, like half the normal length of my chapters. I mean, the last chapter I posted on my other story (Twisted Life...which is an RP fic) was 15000 words long, if that's any indication as to how short this story is for me. Anyways, I'm so glad that people are at least reading this, or glancing at it, and all the people that have reviewed (All six of them) like it or love it as some of them so flatteringly put it!
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Chapter 7:
"What are we doing here?" Marshall demanded, as Josie pushed the science lab door open, leading in him, Corrine, and Professor Z. She was relieved to find Lucas sitting on the table, staring happily at them. She grinned.
"I didn't think you would come," Lucas told her truthfully.
"I didn't think you'd be here," she returned, and her three companions first looked about the room before fixing her with a strange stare.
"When I disappeared I ended up back here," Lucas explained, then shrugging, "I sort of had a hunch I would."
"You could have told me," Josie retorted, mock angry, her friends looking confusedly around the room again, "I was worried sick about you."
"I take it that means you believe that I'm real then," Lucas asked.
"I found the box," Josie informed him, "Blue wrapping paper, card with my name on it…just like you said."
"Uh…Josie…who are you talking to?" Corrine asked and Josie blushed slightly, realizing to them, it appeared she was speaking to an empty room. She looked to them almost apologetically.
"I'm talking to…" she smirked uncertainly, "Lucas."
They all exchanged looks washed with pain, before turning back to her.
"Josie, I thought we talked about this," Professor Z stepped forward, "I know how desperately you want to believe that there's a possibility Lucas isn't gone. That it's all a mistake. But we have to face facts. We all miss him terribly…he was a good kid…a good student."
Josie groaned, walking further into the room, "I know that it sounds insane! But Lucas is not dead. And he's here. And he needs our help getting him back to normal."
"Alright, Josie, that is going far enough," Corrine cried, "I know that everyone grieves differently, but this is getting out of hand! Now you've brought us back down here, where…where…you have to stop this, Josie! Lucas is gone. He's gone, he's gone, he's gone! He's not stuck in some black hole mystery type…ugh! I'm out of here." She started towards the door and Marshall and Z turned to follow. Josie looked hopelessly to Lucas.
"We have to convince them," Lucas said, jumping from the table, "Um…uh…you have to stop them…"
"You guys, wait, you owe it to me...to Lucas to wait! To just hear me out," Josie cried, and they all halted reluctantly, backs to her, "There has to be a way to prove to you that what I'm saying is the truth. Lucas, tell me…tell me something you would know that I wouldn't."
"A secret…" Lucas was thoughtful, "Something I would know that…something…" he snapped his fingers, "Marshall! He has this sock puppet that he made with his mom when he was like…three, out of one of his dad's old socks. It's brown, has these rolling eyeballs, a red nose. He can't sleep in the dorms without it." Josie's face twisted with shock and amusement.
"He sleeps with a sock puppet?" she squealed in disbelief and Marshall tensed, slowly turning around to look at Josie horrified.
"Yeah, its name is Mister Sumpterdinkle or something like that…"
"Mister Sumpter-" Josie was cut off as Marshall jumped forward, clamping a hand over her mouth, Corrine and Professor Z turning to watch interestedly.
"No…wait, it was Dr. Sumpterdinkle," Lucas corrected himself.
Josie broke into laughter, pulling away from Marshall's grasp.
"The sock is a doctor!" she roared. Corrine and Professor Z found themselves chuckling slightly as well. Marshall caught Josie under the elbow, laughing over his shoulder to the others, "I have no idea what she's talking about…" while pulling her to the side and dropping his voice to a low whisper, "How do you know about that," he hissed roughly. Josie wiped the mirth from her eyes.
"Lucas told me," she answered. He glowered somewhat and quickly she threw in, "You know that he couldn't have possibly told me before. He wouldn't have betrayed you like that. But it is an emergency now." Marshall looked thoughtful, and then paled, his eyes darting about the room.
"Lucas?" he called quietly. Josie smiled triumphantly.
"He's…actually over there," she said, pointing in the opposite direction Marshall was looking. She turned back to Corrine and Professor Z, placing her hands on her hips, "Well, Lucas," she proclaimed, "Time to convince these two…"
"No!" they both shouted in unison, trying to think of anything Lucas may know about them that they didn't want anyone else to. Professor Z straightened, and Corrine coughed slightly, flustered.
"We believe you," Z said, "We're quite convinced."
"Finally we're getting somewhere," Lucas cried out happily, hopping back up on the desk and looking expectantly to his friends.
"This is amazing," Professor Z commented.
"But how is it possible?" Corrine questioned.
"Well…I did turn invisible that one time," Marshall suggested.
"That's right," Corrine agreed, "Maybe it's like that…"
Josie looked to Lucas who was shaking his head.
"Lucas says 'no way'," she told them.
"Tell them why, Josie," Lucas commanded. Josie rolled her eyes at him, giving him a very annoyed look.
"You're lucky your in trouble," she warned him before turning to the others, "Well first of all, I can see him," she explained, "And hear him, none of you can. And, he's pretty stuck in this room. Though…how did you get out before?" she turned to Lucas quizzically. He grimaced, shaking his head.
"I really don't want to talk about that. Desperate times called for very desperate measures. Tell them my theory," he replied. Josie shook her head. The others were feeling rather left out, and a bit weird as they were only receiving one side of the conversation.
"I am not suggesting aliens," she muttered. Marshall chuckled.
"That sounds like Lucas," he grinned.
"That's not what I mean," Lucas replied, "I think whatever happened to me may have something to do with the Oubliette. Please tell me Professor Z hasn't destroyed it yet."
"Also, you guys, we all saw his body," Corrine spoke up, having not heard anything Lucas had said, "So…he must not be in his body." Professor Z walked away from them, his hand covering his mouth as he was deep in concentration, "But once again, how is that possible?"
"He thinks it has something to do with the Oubliette," Josie mentioned, Z perking slightly, though looking a bit guilty, "He wants to know if you've…destroyed it?" Professor Z was grinning, shaking his head.
"I was going to, I even had the bat ready to do just that, but I realized that if it could produce an explosion so massive it would probably be safer if I waited until I had time to properly break it down," Professor Z answered, then frowning somewhat, "How did he know about that?"
"How did you know about that?" Josie looked to Lucas. He rolled his eyes.
"Hi, I've been here the past few days," he answered.
"He's kind of been hanging out in the lab…you know…invisible to all of you, ever since the explosion," Josie replied. Marshall and Corrine exchanged worried looks.
"So he saw…" Corrine started, but trailed off. Josie looked to Lucas who was smirking.
"You know, I was very touched by everything you all had to say," he said, and Josie shook her head, "It's good to know that I mean so much to…"
"Okay," Josie muttered, giving him a dark glare. He looked away sheepishly.
"What happened with the Oubliette anyways?" Marshall questioned, looking around the room at his friends' faces. Josie looked to Lucas.
"What happened with the Oubliette anyways?" she repeated.
"I don't know, really. It opened up and…I just can't remember after that," Lucas answered.
"He said it opened up and then that was it," Josie shrugged.
"It opened up?" Professor Z looked bewildered.
"It opened up?" Josie to Lucas.
"Yes, when I touched it."
"He says it opened when he touched it."
"Look, this is all very weird," Marshall started, pacing back and forth, "Only here at Blake Holsey would I be talking to my dead best friend about how he…he's sure he's not dead?" Josie looked to Lucas.
"Are you sure you're not…"
"Josie, I'm incorporeal, not deaf," Lucas snapped.
"Sorry," Josie muttered. She had seemed to be enjoying her part as middleman, happy that her friends were no longer grieving or acting like brain-dead zombies. And that Lucas was really there and she wasn't going insane, "But are you…sure, I mean?"
"Yeah. For a moment, I doubted myself, but for some reason, I know I'm not dead," Lucas answered.
"He says he's sure he's not dead," Josie informed the others.
"So then…what is he?" Marshall asked. Everyone thought on that.
"I was thinking," Lucas spoke up, and when Josie turned to him, the others followed her gaze though they couldn't see or hear him, "That I was maybe on some other plane of existence…some other dimension…that I'm capable of looking and seeing all of this," he spread his arms out, "But I'm not really here…but then…you can see me Josie, and…apparently my body is still here…so that theory is dumped."
"He said he thought he was in a different dimension," Josie began relaying the defunct theory, "Well, at least, he did at first…that he could see everything here, but wasn't really here. But since his body is still here and I can see him…he's not thinking that's a possibility anymore."
"It's a start though," Professor Z told them all absently, he was deep in some thought, "I'm beginning to wonder…somehow, the blast separated Lucas…from his body."
"We're getting that," Corrine retorted, "But what does that mean? I mean…I've heard of out-of-body experiences…the ability to 'astral project'...but that's all just metaphysical hocus pocus, right?"
"Yes…that's all interesting, but we should think about this scientifically," Professor Z went on, clasping his hands together, "What makes up the human…conscious? The spirit or soul, as it's often referred to?"
"Is he thinking I'm a ghost?" Lucas asked Josie, who shrugged at him, "Make sure he's clear on the fact, I'm not dead." She shook her head. "Do it." She mouthed a 'no'. "Josie." She rolled her eyes.
"Lucas just wants to remind you all, he's not dead," Josie said, mock cheerful.
"Josie…" Lucas growled and she gave him a mutinous glare. They all stared strangely at Josie, having her, from their perception, one-sided conversation…or more appropriately, argument. Corrine shook her head, turning back to Z.
"I think I get where you're going with this," she said, "The human conscious is…more or less…thoughts. Right? What we call the human conscious is really the part of our brain that thinks."
"Very good, Corrine."
Marshall snapped his fingers, "You mean, like brainwaves?"
"That kind of makes sense," Josie agreed, "Sort of like sound waves. They're all around us, but we can't see them…though we can hear them."
"I was thinking more like radio or television waves, data transmitting through the air. Sound waves are vibrations in the air that are transformed into sound by our ears, but radio and television waves, or electromagnetic waves, are a way of transmitting information," Professor Z interjected, "Lucas…or the Lucas that Josie is seeing, is really Lucas's brainwave. The manifestation of his thoughts. Josie must be 'tuned in' to a different frequency then the rest of us. She must be on the same frequency Lucas is."
"I see what you're saying," Marshall grinned, "She's tuned into N-E-R-D 32 point Geek, all Lucas, all the time."
The girls giggled and Lucas rolled his eyes, muttering a, "thanks, Marshall" that his friend couldn't hear.
"That's basically the idea," Professor Z chuckled.
"That would also explain why I'm intangible…radio waves, television waves…they can go through objects as well," Lucas noted.
"Lucas thinks we're on the right track. He says it also explains why he's able to go through solid objects."
"He's permeable? Fascinating," Professor Z mused interestedly.
"But that still doesn't explain why Lucas wasn't breathing and appeared…well…dead," Corrine spoke up through the laughter, "And when we brought him to Principle Durst's office, his body temperature had definitely dropped like a…corpse."
"Maybe, we were fooled," Josie suggested, "We say he wasn't breathing, but maybe he was. We just couldn't tell because…he was just barely?"
"Like when you're sleeping," Lucas filled in, and Josie nodded to him though the others were confused. She relayed to the others what he said, "Or in a coma."
"Exactly," Professor Z cried excitedly, "When a person is in that state of unconsciousness, the body temperature tends to drop and it takes in less oxygen."
"So…Lucas is in a coma," Marshall concluded.
"Something along those lines," Professor Z conceded, "I'm going to go get the Oubliette, it's up in my room. I'm not sure if it will help, but we should probably take a look at it"
"I think we should also find Lucas's body," Corrine suggested, "If we're going to get him back into it, we're going to need it."
"I could probably hack into the city medical files," Marshall volunteered, "Find out which hospital it was sent to," he shrugged, smirking somewhat, "It can't be much harder than getting into the school's permanent records." Professor Z gave him a serious look, and he chuckled nervously, "Not…that…I would know."
"Get on it," Z told him, "And Corrine, I think you better talk to Principle Durst about upgrading the school firewalls."
"Yeah, me too," Corrine agreed as Professor Z left the room. Marshall went to fetch his laptop and scoured the room for a place to set it up. He went to the desk and Lucas jumped from it as Marshall set up the PC where he'd been seated. Corrine leaned over Marshall's shoulder to help in the hacking. Lucas stalked to a corner, taking a seat. Being unseen and unheard, he didn't feel very useful at that time being. He startled when Josie took a seat next to him.
"Thanks for coming," Lucas mumbled, "I thought you weren't going to believe me."
"I wasn't…but I realized, there were so many times that you believed me without question or doubt, I figured I owed you," Josie replied, shrugging.
"You were curious?"
"I was curious," she laughed, "I just had to be sure I wasn't going insane."
They fell silent.
Lucas looked to Marshall and Corrine, then to Josie, studying her, not for the first time. She had a heart shaped face, a smile that could make his heart skip a beat and a look that could turn his blood to ice. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, to tell her, but he could never get the nerve to do. There were just too many things in the way.
"It must have been weird…seeing everyone talk about you like you were dead," Josie commented. Lucas nodded slightly.
"You have no idea."
She leaned forward, peering subversively at him, "So…what did Marshall and Corrine say? I know they came down here together…she told me. Did anything…you know…"
"You want to know if they hooked up?" Lucas cried disgustedly. Josie shrugged, grinning despite herself, "Do you really think them hooking up over my death would be such a good idea?" She frowned somewhat, sighing.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"I swear, Josie, the things you come up with…"
"The things I come up with?" Josie snapped tartly, "Excuse me, Mister I-must-have-been-abducted-by-aliens!"
"I never said I thought I was abducted by aliens, I just thought there was a distinct possibility they were somehow involved," Lucas argued.
"Really, and what possible reason would aliens have for making you invisible to everyone but me?" Josie demanded.
"Maybe to get you to notice me," Lucas muttered and Josie's face fell. She looked away from him and they were silent once more. "It's funny," Lucas continued slowly, "Lately, I kind of wanted to be the only person you saw…and now…heh…you're the only one who can see me." He frowned at his hands, folding and unfolding them, "But I guess it doesn't matter…I had to 'die' for you to realize I existed as more than just some freak conspiracy theorist and even then, Corrine and Marshall hooking up is still higher priority..."
"Lucas," Josie attempted, but he cut her off.
"I get it, Josie. I'm the nerd. And nerds are always overlooked for the jocks." He frowned, hanging his head and muttering, "I just thought this time I might've had a chance."
"Lucas, me and Vaughn…"
"Are a cute couple? Yeah, I've heard."
"That's funny," Josie snapped, "Because sometimes I don't even know what's between Vaughn and me."
"Only some weird destiny…and…oh yeah, you're both dating," Lucas supplied sarcastically. Josie glowered at him.
"You want the truth?" she demanded, "Right now, we're not exactly dating…and…really, I'm starting to wonder again if I can really trust him. I don't think constantly having trust issues with a guy makes for a good relationship," she frowned, "And honestly…if it makes you feel better…you may not have been the only one I saw, but lately, you'd been the one I was happiest to see." Lucas glanced at her, feeling strangely warm inside. Josie wrapped her arms about her knees, drawing them close to her chest and staring absently at Marshall and Corrine, "I'm just feeling so sick and tired of going back and forth looking for answers and second guessing everybody! Everything's just so confusing and nothing makes any sense and…oddly enough, the one person I never understood, is the only person right now that makes complete sense to me." Josie met Lucas's eyes with that intense look, and chills ran down his spine, "Do you…get that…at all?"
"I really like you, Josie," Lucas blurted out. He hadn't meant to, but it fell from his mouth so fast he couldn't exactly stop it. He looked away, cheeks pink-tinged and Josie lowered her eyes, saying nothing for a long time.
"Lucas…"
"I'm sorry," he muttered, peeking over at her, "I shouldn't have said anything. But…if this doesn't work…if we can't figure out how to get me back…"
"Don't say that," Josie commanded, eyes locking with his own, "We will get you back to normal."
"Okay," Lucas breathed, "Even though the odds are incredibly against me…I'm just trying to make sure I don't have any regrets if, for some completely probable reason, things don't work out. For a long time, I've wanted to say…things I couldn't. Because I knew how Vaughn felt about you…and I knew how you felt about Vaughn. And I know…that I could never even come close to what he is to you. I mean…I'm me and…Vaughn is Vaughn. I just want you to know…I need you to know…how I feel."
"And how is that?" Josie whispered quietly.
"If I were just the fifth wheel, Josie, it wouldn't hurt so much," Lucas went on, "But I'm not just the fifth wheel, Josie. I'm the friend who'll never be anything but. And I wish I could say, I'm just happy that I can be near you or that I can move on, it's not that serious, but I can't. You're…something else, Josie…and I wish…that everyone else hadn't noticed. Because maybe then I wouldn't have so much competition. I like you. I really like you. And the more I try to stop the worse it gets."
"I like you too, Lucas…but…" Josie interjected, "But…I don't know if it's just as a friend or what…" She looked to him with a half-smile, "But I guess…we could try figuring it out."
"How?" Lucas asked, looking at her interestedly and not quite sure what she was getting at.
"Well…you could ask me out," Josie suggested.
"Like a date?" Lucas persisted, "I tried that once, remember. It didn't go over well. Are you telling me that if I asked you out on a date now, you'd say 'yes'?"
"I suppose…I am?" Josie scrunched her nose, then shook her head strangely, and smiled somewhat at him. She sounded as surprised as he looked, "I guess I am. If it were one…maybe two weeks ago…and you'd asked me out on a date, I'd of definitely said 'no'. But after everything that's happened, I'm not so sure anymore." Lucas straightened.
"Let's get me back to normal, then," he grinned, then faltered, "What about Vaughn?"
"Vaughn…" Josie repeated, frowning at the floor, "I don't know." Then she drew her brow together oddly, "Vaughn," she stated distantly, and Lucas winced. He could guess where this was going to head. Once more, he'd be pushed aside for the jock. She was remembering her crush, remembering the boy she really wanted to be with, and she would undoubtedly forget their entire conversation. "Nobody got Vaughn," she went on, her eyes widening with realization, and Lucas was startled by that statement. She looked at him with amusement twitching at the corner of her lip, "Vaughn still thinks you're dead. Whoops…"
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Vaughn wearily walked into his father's study, dropping his backpack to the floor. He startled upon seeing the man there with closely cropped blonde hair and a fuzzy Hitler-style mustache. The man was shuffling through books on the various study shelves. He would pause every now and then on a title, tap the spine and pull the book halfway out before seemingly deciding he didn't want it and pushing it back in. He was wearing an awful green tweed suit and clutching in his hands a brown hat, a suitcase, and a crinkled manila folder filled to the brink with various papers. Vaughn cleared his throat and the man turned abruptly facing the young boy.
"Can I help you?" Vaughn asked.
"Oh…ah…ahem," the man stuttered, straightening and extending a sweat-covered hand, "I'm Milton Schiller. I'm here to see Victor Pearson…you must be his son, Vaughn. I've heard a great deal about you."
"My father's not here right now. Is there something I can help you with?" Vaughn replied uncertainly
"Not unless you know anything about the Oubliette project," Mr. Schiller laughed, but then seeing the straight face Vaughn held, he coughed slightly, straightening his features, "But then, I suppose you wouldn't. Top secret."
"I don't really remember my father mentioning you," Vaughn went on, taking an almost menacing step forward and folding his arms over his chest, "Do you work for him…in the lab?"
"Ah…actually, no," Mr. Schiller answered, combing through his mustache with his finger tip. Vaughn could tell that the man was extremely nervous, though he couldn't tell about what. "I actually have my own company, NanoElite Labs. I'm collaborating with your father on the Oubliette Project and, hopefully, if all goes according to plan, we'll be working together on future projects as well."
"What is the Oubliette project, anyways?" Vaughn pressed, then slyly, "You see, my father usually keeps me in the loop about his new projects…after all, Pearadyne will be mine one day as it is, but he hasn't told me much about the Oubliette Project." Mr. Schiller chuckled, before tapping his nose and pointing at Vaughn.
"Curious bugger, aren't you?" he grinned, "You're father said you were like that. But my lips are sealed. You'll have to wait until your father lets you in on it."
"I see," Vaughn walked away, his face falling somewhat. But the gears in his brain were turning.
This man wasn't entirely gullible, it was obvious, but there had to be a way of tricking him into telling Vaughn something…at least, why he's there. But Vaughn had never been much when it came to the brains department. Scheming and planning were never his thing…though…it was sort of like that defensive play they were working on in football practice earlier, where he feinted randomly in an effort to throw the other team's quarter back off and reveal the offensive's tactics. He smiled, having it worked out in his mind, somewhat.
He turned, feinted left, "You must be here to talk to my father about that…thing…that…" he scrunched his nose, looking to the man for help, he feinted right, "I'm sorry, my dad mentioned something about someone coming down to discuss the…uh…the…"
"The accident?" Mr. Schiller suggested. Vaughn smiled toothily, nodding enthusiastically.
"That's it. But he said he wouldn't be back until a lot later today and he didn't want to keep you here waiting for him. So he said that I should go over things with you," he feinted left once more.
"Oh, really," Mr. Schiller smiled broadly, glad to be getting somewhere. He looked expectantly at Vaughn, who shuffled, scrambling for something.
"Uh…did you have any questions?" he asked. He was going to need more information.
"Well…how did it happen?" Mr. Schiller replied.
"Um…well…my dad is…trying to get to the bottom of it," Vaughn answered, "That's what you're here for…uh…right? To help figure out why it happened?"
"Oh, right. Definitely. But your father hasn't come up with any ideas as to how the incident could have occurred outside the control area?"
"Ah…uh…what? Yeah…uh…no. We think there was a…uh…leak of some sort," Vaughn forced a smile, begging the man mentally to believe him. Mr. Schiller took a moment, then smiled as well, nodding slowly.
"I see…well…that's about all I can think of right now," Mr. Schiller said pleasantly, then his tone dropping to one of severe gravity, "I'm ready to see it, then." Vaughn's heart pounded in his chest.
"Uh…see…what?" Vaughn stammered. Mr. Schiller's face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes at the young man in front of him.
"What I came here to see. The subject," Mr. Schiller pressed. He took a step forward, and the meekly man he'd seemed mere moments ago was replaced quickly with a fearsome intimidator. Vaughn swallowed hard, licking his lips uncertainly. "Your father brought me down here to see a test subject that had undergone experimentation with the Oubliette prototype." Vaughn took a deep breath, gears in his head turning once more. Whatever this 'subject' was, it had to be down in Pearadyne.
"Oh…yes," Vaughn nodded, clearing his throat, "I forgot about that…sorry…school really does that to a guy…heheh…uh…come with me."
He led Mr. Schiller down the hall to his father's office and pulled the sliding panel out to reveal the elevator buttons. He glanced uncertainly at the blonde man who didn't seem at all surprised by it before pressing the down button. When the door slid open, they both stepped in and Vaughn pressed the button for the lab. They waited as it slid down and the doors opened once again. From there, he wasn't sure where to go, but he saw a man with a clipboard walk by and decided to follow him. They walked down the hall until the man stopped at a room and disappeared through the door. Vaughn paused and Mr. Schiller looked at him impatiently.
"Well?"
"Uh…just down here," he started down the hall again and hummed, 'eenie, meenie, minie, moe', until he landed on a door that didn't look distinguished in any way. He took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. Pushed the door open and let Mr. Schiller through. He couldn't look.
"Very interesting…" Mr. Schiller commented, sounding satisfied. Vaughn let his breath out, turning to glance in the room. It was all white, almost blindingly so, and there were several wires and machines obviously monitoring various things. And then a long table. There was something lying on the table, that Mr. Schiller was circling, glancing at monitors and clucking his tongue, muttering things under his breath. Vaughn took a step forward to get a better look, and his jaw dropped.
END A/N: I'm sure you're all tired of this. I know I am. A quick note, Milton Schiller's name was originally Vernon. The reason I wanted to use it was it's subtle connection to Robert Clark(Vaughn) and Michael Seater (Lucas), who both played in The Zack Files. For those of you who haven't seen The Zack Files, Robert Clark played Zack and Michael Seater was his best friend Spencer. Vernon was the name of a snobby boy at school who was constantly trying to get them in trouble. I think it's funny that in this showClark and Seater are playing characters that have been described as archenemies, and that they played best friends in The Zack Files. Did you also know that in another movie, they both played brothers? I forget what the movie was called though...and I here I am babbling again...
Please excuse any grammatical or typing errors. REVIEW! This chapter really bugs me, at least, the interaction between Josie and Lucas does. I don't think I handled it very well. What do you all think?
Thanks for reading.