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Pony: Yeah. But I wrote this story. So far. This is the second chapter. Enjoy it.

Poneh: She doesn't own CHERUB. The end. She DOES own Corey, Maggie, Sophie, Luke, Tess, and Tasha. So hands off them. Not like you really want them anyway.

The First Clue

Upon waking up, only two things came right away. The first was a strong pain consuming her whole body. The second was a gaping void in her heart.

"Where…where am I?" she asked, trying to sit up but falling back with a sight.

"Maggie!" Three children came into her view. The first she saw was a boy about sixteen years old. His expression was of worry and sandy hair fell into his eyes. The next was a girl no older then twelve with bright red hair pulled back into a pony tail. The last was a boy the same age as the girl. His hair was brown and only covered his head lightly.

"Who…Who's Maggie?" She sat up now, the pain receding, and looked around the room. She was on a bed and against the other wall was a computer with a laptop. Besides that, the room was empty.

"Well…You're Maggie. Maggie Hallaway. I'm Corey." He looked hurt. "This is Sophie and Luke." He indicated the other two children.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I do not remember you." The two younger children turned to Corey.

"We're going to go. You need to explain. Good luck." They walked out, not looking back.

"Uhm…What do you remember?" He asked, moving awkwardly.

"Nothing, really. Some memories from being little." She seemed to shrink into the bed. "Why am I like this? I feel so empty." She shivered.

"You were…on a mission. With me – us. It was going really good. We had almost figured it out. Then…something went wrong. You got upset and ran off. We found you inches from death. We came back here as soon as we could. I…You…We almost lost you." He stopped his speech with tears in his eyes.

"How could I loose that much? Oh God. Please God. Corey." Her voice was a whisper. Her eyes were closed. "How old am I?" She seemed afraid of her own voice.

"Fifteen. Sixteen in a few weeks."

"Oh." She said. "Wow."

"Do you know where we are?"

"No. I mean, I think I remember coming here. But I don't know what it is." She said, trying to recall any memories from her recent past.

"CHERUB. That's what we're called. We're under cover agents. Children. And it's a school. Only the smartest make it in. You were the smartest. I mean…you are. Well, if…" He floundered.

"I understand. I remember things. I just don't remember learning them. Perhaps we should get out. Maybe if I walk around it would help me remember something." She tried to stand but her legs collapsed under her.

"Oh!" Corey said, jumping to help her stand. The next time, she took a few wobbly steps before turning back and grinning.

"Side effect of the drug?" She asked. "I'm getting better slowly."

"Heh. Yeah." He said, standing next to her and jumping any time she seemed off balance.

"I'm fine. I do remember how to walk." She said, getting annoyed at his paranoia.

"Right. Let's go to the dojo. You spent a lot of time there." He said, turning down a side path.

"Are you sure you don't remember anything?" He asked for the tenth time.

"Yes, Corey." She answered again. "Why do you care so much, though?"

"Oh. Uhm...no reason. Wishful thinking." He sighed in relief as two girls walked up. Both were small, blond girls with sharp blue eyes. Identical to the last strand of hair.

"Hey Corey." They said in unison.

"Hey Tess. Tasha." He said.

"Can we borrow Maggie for a while? We have an idea." Tess said.

"Oh, sure." Corey said, sounding relieved. Maggie looked him sharply.

"Wonderful!" Tasha said.

"Come on, Maggie." They said, each grabbing one of her hands. They were 13 years old and had been at CHERUB for four years. They were well loved by everyone and never upset except when they were separated.

""Sure…" Maggie said, allowing herself to be dragged along. "Where are we going?" She asked a few moments later.

"You'll find out soon!" They giggled, coming to a shed at the end of a field. The shed, she could tell, had been white but was now chipped off to show the brick beneath.

Standing outside a door, the girls looked at each other and grinned. Slowly, they pulled the door open. Maggie gasped as what was inside was reveled.

Pony: There you go. Gotta wait until next week. 3333

Poneh: And she thinks I'm evil...