I am here! I am here! What's up you excellent people? I wouldn't know, but I'm pretty good! As of today I am officially on Fall Break! YAY! NO SCHOOL TILL WEDNESDAY! Now for all of you who still have to go to school, I am sorry so I decided to cheer you up with a new chapter! I know, I'm just that awesome!

Anyways! I know I left the last chaptie at a bit of a cliffhanger, but know you get to see why. Hope you enjoy! P.S. There is another Spongebob reference in this chapter since you all were so good at it the last time. *sarcastic eye-roll* Find it and I'll give you a shoutout.

Jen malgarantio. Vi eĉ ne scias kion mi skribas. Tio povus vere signifas ion alian, kiu scias! Ah, mi tiom malbona. Alright, vi povas legi nun. (Translation: This is a disclaimer. You don't even know what I'm writing. This could really mean something else, who knows! Ah, I'm so evil. Alright, you can read now.)

Chapter 11

The class could only watch in horror as the raven-hair teen fell onto his knees and screamed, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest, gripping at his sweatshirt so tight his knuckles turned white. They were terrified and confused and thoughts ran through their heads so fast the world began to spin. Then they saw blood pooling on the ground beneath him. Luckily, they were so focused on the fact he was bleeding to see the green swirling around. He suddenly stopped, his grip loosened, and collapsed on his side.

"Tucker, get the first aid kit! Valerie, I need you to help me get him on his back!" Sam shouted, her tone urgent, yet for some reason not full of panic. They immediately went into action. Tucker hastily grabbed for Sam's bag that she had dropped once they stopped, and Valerie rushed over to her friends and carefully put a hand on Danny's now limp arm. Sam's face showed little fear, yet there was still concerned, it reminded everyone of an experienced doctor.

Tucker was by them a second later. Valerie and Sam looked to each other and nodded, their faces serious. They lightly, yet firmly, held on to the now deemed unconscious boy and laid him on his back, mindful of his wounds. Sam routinely placed two fingers at the base of his jaw to feel his pulse. It was slow, but it was always slow.

"Tucker, I need you to help me get his sweatshirt and whatever is remaining of his shirt off. We need to be careful, some blood might of already dried." Sam said calmly. Tucker nodded, for once not making any smart remarks or jokes, and went to help Sam peel back his sweatshirt. Valerie was checking to see if there were any injuries that weren't on his torso as they did this.

Sam was right, a small amount of blood had dried and made the sweatshirt somewhat difficult to remove, but since it hadn't been on too long, not much had crusted against the cloth. Sam threw that a few feet away, knowing that she had to pick it up later, but at the moment it was unimportant. His actual shirt was much more difficult; first off, it was more like rags than a shirt, slashes and rips that were much worst when up close. Sam didn't even gag. The goth reached into a small pocket in her cargo pants and pulled out a knife, to which she began to cut the fabric off his body. Tucker collected the scraps and then put them aside like the sweatshirt. After five minutes or so, the shirt was gone and Sam took a deep breath, steeling herself for fixing up Danny, once again. She was focused, not even noticing the class of frightened and disgusted teens and adults behind her. Valerie, on the other hand, did.

"If anyone has a weak stomach, I would turn away if I were you." She said, not even looking up.

The class heard her, breaking them of their thoughts. Maddie, finally realizing the gravity behind this, began to run to her son. "Oh, my poor baby boy!" She cried, ready to crouch down and embrace him.

Tucker stood up and held out his hand in a 'stop' gesture. "I wouldn't if I were you. We need to get his patched up and Sam is the only one he trusts to do it."

Maddie's look of sadness morphed into a harsh glare. Tucker didn't even flinch, he had seen more menacing. "What would any of you children know about medicine? And besides, why would he trust Sam to do this more than his own mother."

Tucker lowered his hand, his confidence and serious face not wavering. "More than you. And he trusts Sam because he loves her and know she would never hurt him. "

Maddie scoffed. "So what?" She said, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "He doesn't trust me."

Tucker didn't say anything, but his look spoke for him. He sat back down as Maddie realized she wouldn't get an answer out of the dark-skinned boy. She began to mumble harsh words under her breath. However, before she left, she caught a glance at her son's horrifically scarred chest and couldn't help but look at the biggest one running across his torso. For some reason it seemed familiar, but that was impossible...right?

"Alright," Began Valerie, "Besides what is on his chest I've noticed that he has three, medium length cuts on his right thigh, none of them are to deep. There's another one on his left calf, long but shallow. Few bruises on his legs and one big one on his upper right arm, and I saw a few more on his back around his side and shoulder blades. Two small cut on his upper left. From what I see, the worst ones are on his chest." Sam's eyes skimmed over her boyfriend's body, checking to make sure none were missed. Valerie was right about her accusation. She nodded and turned to the first aid kit. Now for the 'fun' part.

"Tucker, do you think you can reach Dora? I know we can't reach Jazz from in here, but Dora is closer than Pandora at the moment." Sam said, still scouring through the kit till she found some wipes. Valerie handed her a water bottle and Sam went to work getting the blood off Danny's body.

Tucker had his PDA out faster than one could say 'halfa,' and began typing. "Just barely, the crash messed up Sharron and can't get a full signal through. I can send her a message, but can't get her on a line." He said.

Sam had a look of pure concentration. She put the wipes and water bottle aside after she finished cleaning the blood off and was now reaching for the bandages. "Val, any chance you could get Dora for us? She has carriages and would help us get to Pandora's." Valerie didn't even need to hear the rest. She nodded. "I'm on it." She said. Tucker pulled her in for a quick kiss then she bolted up and sprinted in the complete opposite direction they were going. Some of the class watched her go, wondering where she was running to. After running about a hundred or so feet, she seemed to disipear behind a rock on the path. Micky swore he saw a red blur race off the path and fly away. The ectoplasm must do weird things to your head after a while.

The next part of the thirty minutes was spent in silence. The class had decided to sit down, all in their respective groups but nothing was above a whisper, if they were even talking. Maddie was still silently cursing under her breath and Jack was fitily with his jumper, which he had his weapons on him. Tucker and Sam whispered to each other in the same unknown language Danny had been speaking in when they were in the prison. Sam had finally patched up the rest of the cuts and even had to pull small shards of glass from some. Her hands were covered in familiar blood, staining the once pale skin. It was sticky too, but she was used to it. Tucker handed her another water bottle and she cleaned her hands best she could with it. She had done everything, her emotions were exhausted, her fatigue finally catching up to her. She had done everything she could, except for the three long gashes in his chest, those needed to be stitched up. She had wanted to do them last, always hating when she had too. Now, she did this often, but it was way more often than she would like. Hell, once was even more than she would like to, but the gashes were too deep and big to be left alone anymore. She took another deep breath, forcing her fatigue to take a hike and readied herself once more. She placed a gentle hand on his face, as if apologising for having to do this. He stirred under her touch.

Tucker and Sam perked up as the halfa's eyes fluttered open. "Danny!"

Danny groaned as he slowly tried to rid the sleep from his body. "Hey guys." He said, his voice sounded just as groggily and strained as it had been in the prison. "What happened? Why did we stop?"

Tucker furrowed his eyebrows. "Dude, you don't remember?"

Danny slowly shook his head. "I remember we escaped Walker's prison and were walking when-oh...I passed out, didn't I?"

"Basically, yes." Sam said, not diving into specific details.

Danny looked around from his place on the rocky ground. "Hey, where's Valerie?-oh! Bad idea! Bad idea!" He said, falling back into the ground after trying to prop himself on his elbows.

Sam put a hand on his chest. Careful there, I still need to do some work on you, you're pretty beat up. And Valerie should be here soon, she went to go get Dora."

Danny nodded, understanding what she meant, and lied back down, closing his eyes right before they sprung open again. "Wait Sam, you don't mean…" Sam had already turned back to the kit, her 'doctor' face on once again. "Oh, you do."

"What?" Danny and Tucker turned their heads to see the class looking at them again, noticing he was awake. Danny just groaned, not caring.

"I need stitches."

The class went wide eyed at this. Stitches? Was it really that bad? And how could he tell? Maddie pushed past them all once again.

"Oh Danny, my little baby!" She said as she got closer. Danny flinched at the sound of his birth-mother's voice, not that she noticed.

As she got down to try and hug him a second time, it was Sam who stopped her. "I'm going to stop you there and tell you to back away. Now."

Maddie straightened. "Why should I listen to you? This is my son, and if I want to hug him I will."

"And what if he doesn't want you to touch him?" The goth's voice was cold, dark even.

Maddie scoffed. "Of course he does! I'm his mother, I can do what I want."

"First off, you can't touch him. I still need to stitch up the gashes in his chest and you touching him is not going to help. And he's not your property."

Maddie froze in surprise, not even hearing the first thing said. "I'm his mother." She spat out.

"It does not mean you can control his life!" Sam said, her voice raised. Everyone heard. Before she could counter, Jack stepped up and pulled his wife back, knowing it wouldn't end well if it continued. He didn't even acknowledge the battered boy on the ground.

Sam reached in once more and felt something at the bottom. She sighed, deciding to get it over with. The class couldn't turn away from the still horrific scene.

Sam pulled out a curved needle and a thing of thread. Tucker reached for his pocket and brought out a lighter which he held out for her. Sam took it and clicked it on, a small flame dancing over the device. She held the curved nettle over the small flame for a few seconds then switched it off again and took hold of the thread. The thread and needle were then tied together and Danny laid back, accepting his fate. Tucker took back the lighter and just watched. Sam took another deep breath and lowered the needle to his skin.

In and out. In and out. Skilled precision. The black thread weaving through his skin made a pattern on pale skin. The slow rise and fall of his chest did nothing to disrupt the flow of the small, yet sharp, metal piercing his skin and exciting again. One done and the end was cut and tied. New one started. Another pattern. Another dance of metal and thread. The second gash done. The last one. It wa shorter than it brothers, but just as deep. Pain was in the past, the feeling was normal. Last one done, thread cut once more and the needle was returned to it's rightful place. A long, white strip of gauze wrapped around his chest, hiding the neat work under it. It was done.

After Sam finished stitching up Danny, she heard something to her right, from off the path. She closed the kit and looked over at where the sound was coming from. She smiled in relief.

"Finally!" She said, exasperated. Her energy was spent, and all she wanted to do was nothing.

Danny, who was now sitting as best he could so he didn't pull his new stitches, and Tucker looked at her, and she pointed off into the distance she had been looking in. They saw the same thing Sam had. They laughed in relief, throwing their heads back and high-fived. Danny lightly pulled Sam over and kissed her, to which she happily reciprocated.

The class was confused. Just a minute ago, the three original 'freak trio' had been worried and stressed, and now they look like they just saw someone had come to rescue them. They then heard something in the distance the three were looking in. Their heads turned and then knew why.

Trumpets played and a large, white carriage softly descended onto the path with six beautifully decorated blue horses pulling it, all decked in gold and green. It was pure white with blue, bright green, gold embezzlements. Light blue curtains hung from the inside of the small windows on the door, embroidered with green patterns, which had a golden doorknob. The door then opened once it was completely on the path and had stopped, revealing a familiar dark-skin girl.

"About time, Val!" Tucker said as he stood up and walked to the carriage. She rolled her eye at her boyfriend when he held out his hand for her, but took it anyways and helped her down. As Valerie stood on the path, another figure appeared at the door. It was a young woman with blond hair tied into a braid that fell to the small of her back, soft green skin, a light blue dress with a green sash tied around her waist, beautiful yet regal red eyes, and a large amulet around her next with what looked to be a large reptilian eye in place of a jem. In a word, she looked queenly.

Danny was standing this time, Sam having helped him to his feet, and he walked over to the ghost woman and held out his hand, much like what Tucker had done for Valerie. The woman smiled and took it, allowing Danny to help her out of the carriage. She stood up straight, head held high, as she looked at the class. Danny stepped forward a bit.

"Everyone, this is Princess Dorathea. Dora, this is my class, teacher, and-" Danny hesitated a second, "-my parents."

Dora turned to the class and bowed her head slightly in respect. "Greetings. My name is Princess Dorathea, ruler of the Forbidden Mountains and my kingdom. I have been asked by Sir Daniel to assist you on your way to the Acropolis of Athens. If you will please step into the carriage and we will be on our way." She said, her voice projecting throughout the group. The class was unsure at first, but one by one they stepped up. Danny helped Dora on first before assisting others who wanted it. Tucker and Valerie stepped on after the class, followed by Sam who had taken Danny's hand, then Danny himself. There weren't enough seats, however, so the four opted to sit on the floor, which they didn't mind. Dora, who was sitting by a small window at the front, waved her hand at the window, to which the carriage jerked.

And then they were off, going down the path to who knows where.

And that's a wrap! Wow! So. Many. WORDS. And I've had to translate the entire script of Hamlet into 1950's slang. (Short version: english class. Long version: you don't want to know.) Anyways, how you liked it! And be sure to review and follow and all that jazz.

I actually have no questions, so feel free to ask me some of yours!

I just wanted to say real quick before you go, thank you everyone who has reviewed and everything. I love you all! You guys are the best! *starts dramatically crying* Thank you all again and I hope to hear from you soon, I appreciate every single one of you!

I'm going to go now, you can get back to your lives, won't hold you any longer. PEACE! (Did you think it was going to be something dramatic? Funny? In a different language? Well, surprise surprise.)

~Kitty ='u'=