AN: Hi! Okay… I think I can do this… But reviews would be nice… And please don't make fun of me if I get the personalities wrong. I'm trying my best…

It had been a week, and I was finally ready… I'd built a Transteam Gun, with a tracker in the cap of Faust Bat… I'd also managed to get myself into Winslow as a student… According to the Computer system I'd managed to set up, through Tinker BS mostly, I was counting it as a way to store data on Fullbottles. Tinkers are such glorious Bull! But anyway. According to the Computer System, Taylor hadn't Triggered yet. I still had time!

Later

I looked around as I went into the building… "Okay… So I need to go… Here?" I asked myself, looking at a map I'd been given… Luckily there was a thingy next to the map, so I think I was meant to go there… I went to the door and looked inside… I was a bit late, but it was fine… I hope…

The Classroom.

The room went silent as someone knocked on the door, followed by the handle being jiggled. And then someone trying to push the door open…

"It's… It's a pull." The Teacher said, as the door was opened, revealing a boy standing there nervously.

Taylor Hebert.

I looked at the boy… He looked fairly plain to be honest, not very interesting. He had this weird mix of boringness and playful silliness in his eyes… Not a mix I would have expected…

"Hi… I-I'm uh… G-Gimme a sec…" He said, stumbling over his words nervously.

"This is Alfie… Ah…"

"Alfie Perdition." The boy said quickly, probably not wanting any name issues. "It means eternal damnation. I think my family has a weird sense of humour…" He muttered under his breath, before looking around… "Is that seat free?" He asked, pointing at… The Chair next to me?!

"Yes, it is actually. Feel free to take it."

Alfie

I grinned as I walked over and sat next to Taylor.

"So, what's your name?" I asked with a friendly smile.

"I'm… Taylor. Taylor Hebert." She introduced herself, a little wary looking…

I smiled at her. "So… What are we supposed to be learning?" I asked her, letting her focus on a distraction.

She quickly began to fill me in on everything… One thing that's nice about being a Tinker, the Tornado in my head that represents my thoughts is gone. Now it's a production line of thoughts. Much easier to manage! Still confusing though…

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a girl reach towards Taylor's bag, and used my legs to yank it out of her hand just as she started to pull it towards her, causing the girl to fall to the floor loudly.

"Are you alright?" The teacher asked her worried.

"Taylor pulled me out of my seat!" The Girl said angrily, glaring at Taylor…

"Taylor, is that true?" The Teacher asked sceptically.

Taylor opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

"No. She went to grab Taylor's bag, so I stopped her when she tried to pull it towards her. As in, away from Taylor." I argued, causing the Teacher to notice the Bag held by my legs. The Girl glared at me. "I didn't expect her to fall though. I was trying to get it out of her hands, not hurt her."

The teacher frowned thoughtfully, before sighing. "I can't really do anything, but if it happens again…" He trailed off, probably unsure of what he could do…

As the lesson continued, and the Girl sat in her seat glaring at me, I felt someone shake my arm… I turned to see Taylor giving me a small smile. "Thanks… You didn't need to do that…" She said to my shyly.

"Hey, what kind of person would I be if I didn't help someone? Especially someone who I'd want to call a Friend." I said, probably being a little too cheesy, by how her cheeks reddened…

"That was…" She mumbled embarrassed…

"Way too cheesy." I agreed with a sheepish grin, making her giggle a little.

Later

I grinned as I continued my conversation with Taylor as we headed to lunch. Apparently she would rarely go to places other than the bathroom to eat her lunch. This was one of those times.

"Okay but that doesn't mean that Scion would win." I argued.

"Maybe not, but he'd still do a lot of damage to defeat the threat, even if he had to recover afterwards." Taylor argued back.

"That's true, but what if it's not enough?" I counted, causing her to pause in thought.

"That's a good point…" She admitted, before the girl from earlier, with two others, walked up to us. One of them was an athletic girl with dark skin, so this was… Probably Sophia Hess… Meaning that the redhead was probably Emma Barnes, and the cutesy brunette, who had nothing on Vista by the way, was Madison! Taylor groaned as the Trio approached.

"So, you managed to make a friend. Finally found someone weaker than you?" Sophia said mockingly.

Taylor sighed as she tried to ignore them, probably directing me to do the same… Except for one thing, I don't like it when people mock my friends.

"Weak? Weak?! You're calling TayTay weak?!" I asked, glaring at Sophia, and using the nickname I'd come up with on the spot for Taylor. "She's not weak. She's strong. She's a survivor. I may be fairly strong physically, but Tay? How easy would it be for you to find a decently long bit of rope?" I asked turning to Taylor.

Taylor jolted a bit, and thought for a moment. "Pretty easy…?" She said after thinking, unsure where I was going.

"So it would be incredibly easy and simple just to get a rope, and end it. End the suffering. End your torment on her. To just give up. But she doesn't. She pushes through it. She just tries her best. She's stronger than you'll ever be." I said, taking Taylor by the hand and leading her away…

After we'd gotten enough distance, I released her hand, and looked at her. "You okay?" I asked her worried.

"I… Why did you defend me like that?" She asked confused.

"Like I said, what kind of person would I be if I didn't defend my friend? And also, I hate when people mock my friends. I used to get bullied so…" I trailed off, giving her a smile, which she weakly returned. And then, I made the decision… I reached into my pocket, and pulled out Faust Bat, which now had a chain attached to it, just below the cap, where it wouldn't compromise integrity, but allowed it to be worn as a necklace. There was even a clip so that the chain wouldn't get in the way! "Here." I said, putting it in her hand. "Think of it as a lucky charm!" I explained, grinning at her. She smiled a little, and put it on, making sure to hide it from sight.

"Thank you…" She mumbled, smiling at me.

I then became aware of something. I really needed the bathroom…

"Oh, crap… Tay I gotta go to the bathroom. Gimme a second?" I asked hopefully, getting a sigh and a nod, taking it as my cue to run off, leaving my bag with her so she'd know I'd come back…

After taking care of his… Business…

I left the bathroom, relieved of business. I headed to where Taylor was… And found her bag on the floor next to mine… Uh oh… I dug through my bag, and pulled out a tablet that was tracking the Tracker, as well as Taylor's brain… I also pulled out a small doggy bag just in case… As I checked it, a red light started flashing… "Shit!" I exclaimed, shoving it back into my bag, slinging my bag, as well as Taylor's, over my back and rushing to where Taylor's locker was. We'd walked past it earlier… "Shitshitshitshitshit!" I chanted, sprinting to Taylor's locker, I could hear crying coming from inside… "Taylor!" I shouted, getting her attention inside the locker. "I'm going to get you out of there, just try not to freak out more than you already are!" I told her, before I spun around, grabbed a guy's knife from his belt, he was a merchant kid by the look of it so why wouldn't he have a knife, and used it to stab into the Hinges of the Locker. After a few stabs, I managed to break the Hinges off, dropping the knife, and pulled Taylor out of the Locker, holding her close to my chest, ignoring all the disgusting stuff on her… With my other hand, I used the doggy bag and picked up a flute, it was damaged a lot… But I didn't care. I put it in my pocket, using the bag as a way to keep it from contaminating me… "Someone call the police or an ambulance or something!" I shouted, getting someone to grab their phone and do as I'd ordered… Taylor was crying into my shoulder, as I started to pick out the gross stuff and used feminine products out of her hair carefully… "It's okay TayTay… I'm here… You're safe. You're not in the locker… And I won't let it happen… Ever again…" I promised her, trying to keep her from having a complete breakdown… Sophia would pay for this… She. Would. Pay…

Later

I sat on the chair next to the bed, as Taylor slept in it… She was fine for the most part, after they'd cleaned her off, but she was tired, and panicked… She needed to rest…

"Your dad'll be here soon Taylor…" I muttered to her, knowing she couldn't hear me, but it didn't matter. I felt bad enough that I had to let her go through that when I was trying to make things better…

"Taylor?" I heard a man's voice ask worried as he entered… He looked horrified, angry, and upset all at once… He was tall and skinny, with green eyes and glasses.

"She's still asleep." I told him sternly, channelling my inner Doctor so that Taylor could rest.

"Who are you?" He asked, worry clear in his voice.

"I'm Taylor's new friend. She helped me get used to stuff at school today… And then she got shoved in a locker full of used Tampons and other stuff… It'd probably been there since last year." I explained, idly noticing that Taylor had grabbed my hand and was squeezing it pretty tightly. "My name's Alfie." I introduced, focusing mainly on Tay.

"Danny." He introduced back, sitting on the chair on the opposite side Taylor… "How… How long was she in there for?" He asked, probably scared to ask.

"Not long. Five minutes at least, but not more than Ten… I asked TayTay to look after my bag while I went to the bathroom, and when I got back, our bags were on the floor… I grabbed them and ran to her locker… I don't know why, I just sorta knew she was at her locker… But she was in there… If I hadn't been there to get her out… She might have been there all day…" I muttered, letting Taylor squeeze my hand as hard as she wanted… It didn't matter to me how hard she squeezed… I was just worried about my friend… "I have suspicions about who did it, but I can't prove it on my own… But if I'm right…" I trailed off, brushing some hair off of Taylor's face carefully… "I'm going to make them pay."