Chapter Seven: What's The Plan?!
JD screamed once he saw "The Sherwood Shredder."
"Hey, it's ok, it's ok," the "Shredder" said. "Look, I know I look like the Shredder, but it's me, Veronica."
It was at this point that JD noticed that "Veronica," was tied to a chair, desperate to be heard through "her" gag.
"Hey, JD, can you look at me, please?" The "Shredder" said. "This is going to sound really strange, but last night, our consciousness, souls, whatever you want to call it, traded places."
"She's telling the truth," Betty said.
"So, he stabbed me with the Dola, which is, like, this ancient mystical dagger. And now, I have, like, less than six hours to swap back, or I'm gonna be stuck in his body forever."
Meanwhile, "Veronica" continued to thrash around.
"Will you shut up?!" The "Shredder" said, before turning back to JD. "Look, I know this is crazy, and there's a lot of voices competing. You know Betty and Martha, they're on my side, okay?" The "Shredder" said, referring to the two girls standing nearby. "Plus, do you really think I'm the type of person to break into a mini-putt course? I mean, look at what he did to my hand. I'm probably gonna have to go to the hospital later. That's not the point though. Look, I'm giving you a lot of information and you literally just woke up, so I'll give you a moment to take all of this in."
The "Shredder" leaned back into "his" chair. "You look great by the way."
"I got to get out of here," JD said, desperately trying to leave the house.
"JD! JD, please!" The "Shredder" said.
"JD, stop," Martha said.
"No, I need to go right now."
Then, "The Sherwood Shredder" surprised him.
"Hey, Mr. No-Name Kid,
So who might you be,
And could you fight for me?
And hey, could you face the crowd?
Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
Hey, could you hold my hand and could you carry me through no man's land?
It's fine if you don't agree, but I would fight for you, if you'd fight for me."
To say that JD was dumbfounded would be an understatement.
"How?" He asked.
"I told you it was really strange," Veronica responded, shyly.
"Um, what was that?" Martha asked.
"On my second day of school here, I found an anonymous poem in my locker," JD responded.
"It was the day after you stood up to Kurt and Ram for me," Veronica said. "I don't know why I did it. It was just stupid," she said, blushing.
"No, no! I, uh, always suspected that it was you."
"Really?"
It was now JD's turn to blush. "Yeah, I can recognize your handwriting from a mile away."
There was a comfortable silence between them until Betty decided to step in. "Hey, this moment has been great for you two, but we still have a killer on our hands."
"So the Dola's here at the station," Betty said, pointing at the location on the map in the kitchen. "We're gonna have to figure out how to steal it and get it back here."
Everybody thought about it for a moment.
"Well, between the party and the cops looking for us, they probably have their hands full," Veronica said.
"True," JD said.
"Well, somebody's gonna have to stay here with the Shredder," Martha pointed out.
Everybody looked at her.
"What? Me?!" She exclaimed.
"It's your house," Betty said.
"It doesn't mean that I want to be left alone with Murder Barbie!"
"Fine, Veronica can stay with you," Betty said.
"Why me?" Veronica asked. "Not that I mind," she added, once she noticed the confused look that Martha was giving her.
"No offense, Ronnie, but you can't be seen with that," Betty said, referring to the Shredder's face. "I'll go steal the Dola."
"And what about me?" JD asked.
"You are my getaway driver," Betty replied, handing him the keys to Martha's car. "What? We've seen you on that motorcycle."
A/N: Yes, I used "Fight For Me" as Veronica's love poem.
Thoughts? Any constructive criticism is welcome!
And thanks to inkyfrosting3217 for beta reading!
