Or, at least, that was the idea.

Instead, the bell rang for break. Jonn was buffeted wildly about by the usual stampede of teenagers. By the time he manged to stand upright, clear the ringing in his ears, and realize his wallet was gone, all the students had already made it into their classrooms, and he had no idea were Jazz was. The ghost scanner wouldn't work with inside the Sue-generated ghost shield, and neither did any of his ghost-simulating gadgets. Even if he did figure out where Jazz was, there was no tellingwhat the Sue had done to her.

It was time for some Art of War bidness.

Jonn was sure hiding under Jazz's bed would definitely qualify as "unconventional tactics".

It was simple, really; the only way for him to draw a bead on where the Sue would hide her Heel was to observe her personally. She would no doubt 'sense; any survaillance devices, which he didn't have anyway. Since most Sues didn't look under beds, unless they kept their shoes there, he was probably safe. He squirmed a bit; something was poking him in his side. It turned out to be a red pen, which Jonn shoved away; he prefered black. He heard a noise and froze.

A pair of gothy legs came in, followed by a pair of slacks. Non cartoon slacks. In Sketcherz. Uh oh.

"Oh, Chad!" said a girl's voice. Then there were slurping noises. Then the bedsprings started to creak. Jonn would've cared, if he wasn't banging his head against the floor so hard.

After a few minutes-he stopped because he was blacking out-he heard a shriek of pain, the kind that would, in canon, bring Jack Fenton a-running crying "ghosts!" But since this was Suefic, they didn't hear a thing. Jonn checked his watch: three minutes. That was fast. He head the sound of heavy breathing.

"Want to go again?"

"Sure!"

More bedsprings.

Jonn bit deep into the pile rug.

Several hours later, Jonn crawled out from under the bed. They duo had gone downstairs to meet James lafferty for some hot three-way action, and Jonn had stayed under the bed, partially to make sure they were gone, partially to recover his sanity. He reached for his CommBadge.

"Simmons," he said in a strangled voice.

"Yo."

"Why...was I not told...that I was being sent to a crossover smutfic?"

"It wasn't when we got the info. It was just a Punk!Sue. We didn't expect Chad Michael Murray's limo to break down outside the Fentons' door."

There was an icy silence.

"I expect to be paid double when I get back."

"You're not being paid."

"Then you'd better start. Wood out."

Jonn put away his CommBadge, retched a little, and stood up. He grabbed the pen, just in case he needed to write something down, and took a few deep breaths. Then he went dowstairs.