"I have a friend," Noah said into his mike for The Morgue, "and I'm sure you all know who she is and I'm also sure some of you don't know that she and I are friends; I am talking about none other than Emma Duval."

(Italics indicate flashback)

Emma cries on Audrey's shoulder as the nurses wheel off Sydney into the ambulance.

"I love Emma and all of my other friends. Whether they be friends that I've had for a long time."

Audrey looks out to the lake, heavily inhaling and exhaling.

"Friends that I haven't had for that long." Noah smiles at Brooke as she listens in his room. "Or friends that I just made."

Brooke points Acosta to Hector, who was wearing jogging clothes and clearly worried about the scene before him.

"In this time, like most times here in Murderville, hold your friends close, make sure they're doing well, and remind them of how special they are to you. Even the people in your life that you aren't friends with, but are friendly to…tell them how nice or special it is to talk to them."

Brooke jogged over and slumped into Noah's lap. "And be spontaneous and fun!" She said to the Morgue audience.

The two teens laughed.

"This is Noah Foster."

"And Brooke Maddox."

Noah finished by saying, "Signing off." He then shut everything down and Brooke rested her head on his shoulder.

"That was an early podcast," she pointed out.

"Yep. Now, we should get to school before we're late."

The two grabbed their things and headed out.

At the Argent home, Red and Emily are arguing.

"We are NOT going to fight in a war alongside the supernatural!" Red yelled.

"Why not!?" Emily questioned. "You know, as well as I do, what that bitch Monroe is doing is wrong!"

"It isn't our fight."

"Maybe it should. Hunters who abide by the code, like ourselves, should be stopping hunters and amateur hunters from breaking the code."

"Well, if it were a war between hunters who follow the code and Monroe's army, then we would be out there."

"So," Emily licked her teeth, looking away from Red, "you're okay with helping a Werewolf kill a Hydra, but God forbid you help him keep his friends and others like them safe."

Red sighed and walked away to the living room.

"Fine! Just sit at your TV and do nothing!" Emily then stormed out of the house, driving away to who knows where.

After the bell rung to end Noah's class with Mr. Young, Noah got up to leave, but was stopped by the substitute.

"I liked your podcast this morning," Hector complimented. "I'm surprised it was as early as it was."

Noah shrugged and said, "Yeah, you know, I didn't think something like that would have been a good fit for the usual timeslot."

"Well, I hope you go back to the usual programming." Hector popped Noah's shoulder playfully.

"What?" Noah asked in mock surprise, with a smile. "I thought you said you liked it."

"I did, but I also enjoy the blood and gore of The Morgue a bit more than the cutesy friendship podcast with your girlfriend jumping in."

Noah turned his head from Hector and fumbled out a small nervous laugh. "Uh, um, Brooke and I aren't dating."

Hector grinned and told Noah, as he walked out of the class, "That's not what her laugh said."

Noah blushed, coughed into his fist, and left the room.

Once out in the hall, Steve Orth punched Noah right in the kidneys.

"Ah!" Noah fell to his knees.

Students stopped talking and walking to watch the scene.

Steve knelt down to Noah, pulled his hair, and whispered, "I told you to stay away from girls, didn't I?"

Noah winced as he tried to stand.

"This is your last warning," Steve threatened. "I catch you with another girl, I'm really going to hurt you." He threw Noah's head to the floor.

Roberts appeared from the crowd and pinned the slim weasel that is Steve against the wall.

"Who the hell are you!?" Steve asked.

Roberts showed his badge and told him to get his skinny ass to the principal's office. "And don't you dare think that I won't check to see if you're there! If you're not there, I will find you!"

Noah, sitting on the floor, looked up to Roberts. "I thought you didn't like me."

Roberts helped Noah to his feet.

"Why didn't you help me the last time he did something?"

"Last time, he didn't strike you," Roberts answered. "Don't think that I still don't suspect you though."

As Roberts walked away Noah told him, "Wouldn't dream of it."

After school, Emma went to her locker and mocked Acosta, saying, "You're just a teenage girl. You're not Scott McCall."

Her phone vibrated.

She checked to see who it was and it was Scott.

"Speak of the devil," she agitatedly said without looking at his text, putting the phone back into her pocket. She stormed out of the school and drove straight to Scott's dorm.

Once there, she knocked heavily on the door.

"Who in the-?" Gabriel answered the door, catching himself when he saw Emma. "Hey, Emma. Scott's not here yet."

"That's fine." Emma shrugged. "What are you up to?"

Gabriel smiled, opened the door all the way, and nodded to the bong on Scott's bed.

Emma knew Scott couldn't get drunk or high, so she automatically knew it was Gabriel's. She bit her bottom lip, rocked on her feet, and turned to Gabriel. "Mind if I join you?"

He grinned and replied, "I don't mind at all."

A few hits later:

While Gabriel was sitting on the floor, Emma sprawled out on Scott's bed and told Gabriel, "I feel so…'close' to the earth."

Gabriel chuckled. "I'm sure you do, Amateur Hour."

"No, seriously." Emma pointed to the window. "The wind is going to blow."

The wind blew loudly passed the window.

Gabriel's eyes widened in paranoia and shock. "Okay, but seriously; how did you know that?"

Emma unwittingly ignored the question, turning on her stomach, her arms and head coming over the edge of the bed, and she asked, "Can we go outside and just lie in the grass?"

"Sure." Gabriel got up and grabbed the bong. "Just let me hide THIS grass first."

(This chapter has TWO many puns…I can't stop help)

The dorm door opened and Scott saw Gabriel putting up the bong and the glossy look in Emma's eyes, though he smelt it from the Jeep and saw Emma's car, he didn't expect to see her like that. "What the hell?" Scott put his keys on the counter next to the door and went straight to Gabriel.

"Listen," Gabriel turned to Scott, "I didn't call her to do this."

"I don't care. Why would you let her do this?"

Emma, now irritated, stood and confronted Scott. "I chose to do it, Scott."

"Why? That's not who you are."

Emma turned her head with a scoff. "What makes you think you know me?"

"I…" Scott was thrown off by the question.

Emma sighed laboriously and walked passed Scott.

Scott looked at Gabriel, exhaustedly.

Emma stopped at the doorway.

"Really?" Scott asked his roommate.

Emma took Scott's keys and ran.

Both boys looked to where Emma was and saw the keys were gone.

"Emma!" Scott yelled; he and Gabriel ran after her.

By the time they got outside, Emma had already started Scott's bike (both the bike and Jeep are at Lakewood University).

Scott called out to Emma, "Emma, don't!"

She drove off!

Scott ran to catch up to her.

"Scott, you won't catch up to her on foot!" Gabriel shouted.

As Emma got faster, so did Scott.

Gabriel was shocked again. "Oh my god, he's going to catch up to her on foot."

That he did.

Scott ran beside Emma. "What are you doing!?"

"Leave me alone." Emma replied.

"Get off the bike, Emma."

"Why!? Because I'm not you!?" She grimaced at him.

"What!?"

Emma lost control of the bike and fell face first in the grass.

"Ooooh," Gabriel groaned. "Got what she wanted though."

Scott quickly helped Emma sit up.

She put her hand on her forehead, where a bleeding cut was, and it stung. She looked at her hand and saw that it was covered in dirt, she rolled her eyes.

"Let me look at it." Scott tilted Emma's head and saw that the cut was gone. "It healed."

"What?" She touched her forehead where the cut was and no longer felt it or any pain.

They both looked at her hand and clearly saw a spot of blood in the dirt from where she touched the cut. They looked to each other, Emma looking for answers and Scott not knowing what to say.

Emma gave Scott a dejectedly disappointed look and walked away.

"What did you mean when you said that you're not me?"

Emma stopped and peered over her shoulder. "Ask Miguel."

She came up to Gabriel and asked if he could take her somewhere.

He replied telling her he can take her wherever.

At Acosta's, a knock came to Brooke's door.

Brooke opened the door and there was Noah.

"Hey." She beamed.

Noah grinned. "Hey."

Before Brooke could say anything else, Noah grabbed her face and started kissing her profusely.

still making out, Noah pushed into her room and closed the door with his foot. He picked her up, being rewarded with her legs wrapping around him, causing him to groan and her to moan in return. He kicked his shoes off and tossed her onto her bed.

"What's gotten into you?" Brooke asked, biting her bottom lip.

Noah took off his shirt and told her, "I just really want to be with you."

Brooke sat up and raised her arms for Noah to take her shirt off her body. "Then take me," she seductively requested.

Noah lifted her shirt off, forced her back onto the bed, and quickly tore her jeans off. He slipped out of his as well and the fun began.

Brooke woke up from her accidental nap and whined when she realized it was a dream. She trilled her lips and got out of bed to do whatever she could to get her mind off of her dream.

After a few hours of hanging out, Emma and Gabriel decided to sit in his car at the University parking lot to talk.

Emma and Gabriel laugh at a joke Gabriel made.

Gabriel grabbed the steering wheel, not knowing what to say.

"I had fun," Emma broke the silence.

"Good," Gabriel nodded to her, "I did too."

They share a semi awkward smile.

Gabriel lightly chuckled. "You know, Scott, he uh…"

"I know." Emma stopped him. "I like him too, but he's not my favorite person right this instant."

"Besides getting weirdly upset about you getting high, what did he do?"

"Nothing," Emma shook her head. She smiled and told him that Scott getting upset wasn't even an issue.

Gabriel shrugged. "Seemed like it."

"I was irritated at him before that."

"Why?"

Emma looked to him with a face of discomfort. "It's really between Scott and I."

Gabriel put up his hands. "I understand, I won't pry."

"Thanks." Emma smiled and opened her door to leave. She got out and turned back to Gabriel. "I really did have fun. Goodnight."

"Good and goodnight to you too." Gabriel smiled back.

Later, Gabriel came into his and Scott's room.

Scott was doing work at his desk.

"Doing some class work?" Gabriel awkwardly asked.

"Yep," Scott answered apathetically.

Gabriel sat on Scott's bed, next to him. "Listen, man. I just spent the day with Emma and I gotta say, she is great. You and her are a great match."

Scott turned to Gabriel, interested in what he had to say.

"But the way you got onto her about getting high with me…she's still in high school, Scott. She's going to experiment with things and do dumb stuff sometimes. She doesn't have it together, hell, neither do we; I'm just worried that you're attracted to an idea of her."

Scott faced Gabriel. "Emma and I have been through a lot already, trust me, I'm not attracted to just an idea of her."

"Great, awesome. Just…don't get so upset."

"I was just surprised. It took me off guard."

Gabriel patted Scott's knee. "I get it." He got into his bed.

Scott went back to his work.

"I don't want to smoke with her again anyways. She creeps me out."

Scott chuckled and asked how so.

"She knew when the wind was going to blow, said she felt close to the earth – whatever that means – and told me that she wanted to lie out on the grass."

"She knew when the wind was going blow?"

"Weird, right?"

Scott looked out the window and said, "Yeah…"