AN: Hey guys, here's the next chapter for you. Thank you to Bingo Queen for pointing out it's Tomas Faynor who started the great fire of London, not Tomas Farriner. (Does anyone else recognise the name Tomas Farriner, I know it from somewhere.)

So the winner for the question last chapter was Percebeth Jackson-Chase, congratulations and have cookies! (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::) Please review the character you would like in it.

I'm sorry if the wording of the last question caused confusion- I meant the specific name of the monster (Ma Gasket) not the type of monster she was.

ObsessedwReading- you'll just have to wait and see.

Gfish59, interesting idea, and I do like the idea of Beckendorf or Nyssa as a confident...

Booyahkasha- I'm glad I can rely on you when I claim the world as mine Mwa Ha HA

Sorry- I've got into Merlin (the T.V series, and my muse for this story [and my others] evaporated.)

In Which Leo Decides 12 Year Olds are Incredibly Immature...

It really shouldn't surprise him. He always knew twelve year olds were idiots. He had been an idiot when he was twelve, and truly, had he still been the mental age of twelve, (as opposed to just being the physical age), he'd have probably been sniggering at the back with them. But now... He was really looking forward to the end of the day.

The problem wasn't really that the kids were being morons, but that they were being morons loudly. Yes the teacher had paired him with a girl- he failed to see why this needed a round of giggling and wolf whistles. Seriously, didn't they have anything better to be doing? Leo sighed and rolled his eyes. He stood up and grabbed his stuff, moving across the class and dropping into the seat next to Piper. The teacher was busy sorting out the paper she had somehow managed to scatter all over the floor, so failed to hear the whisper from the boy in the seat behind Piper. Leo heard the comment directed at him though. "You wait for the girl to come to you Valdez- they're girls, so they're less important."

Leo turned to Piper, "Can I borrow your pencil case for a sec?"

"Sure..."

Ignoring Piper's puzzled look, he picked up her pencil case, and whacked the boy over the head with it. He handed it back to Piper. "Sorry if I got Idiot on it. I hate to make him lose any more brain cells, but that comment was defiantly whack worthy."

Piper grinned and leaned back on her chair, wiping the pencil case on the boy's bag, mindful of the giggles from the girls around the room. She turned to him with a solemn expression, "I'd hate to get idiot-itus, but I'm sure he won't have that problem, you can't get what you already have."

Leo grinned back at Piper, and opened his mouth- then remembered his attempt to not get close to her, and closed off. He ignored her questioning look, and turned back to the front, where the teacher had finally picked up all the scattered pieces of paper.

For the rest of the lesson, Leo tried to politely ignore Piper, although he had no idea how you would go about politely ignoring someone. He could do rude ignoring, though he was generally the person who got rudely ignored. He couldn't imagine why; he had a charming personality! Wow, now he was being internally sarcastic. He got the feeling that was bad for mental health, although he thought his mental health was questionable at best. A sixteen year old stuck in a twelve year olds body was bad enough- add the time travel and seeing alive versions of dead half-siblings, as well as younger versions of dead best friends. Quite honestly it was extraordinary he wasn't already insane. Well... That he wasn't already completely insane.

As the biology lesson progressed, Leo actually found himself somewhat interested. The project that the teacher wanted the group to attempt was... Injuries. How was that for ironic, Leo seemed to be an expert at injuries, especially receiving them. Leo tugged down on the long sleeved shirt that covered his scars from the fury and hell-hound and such. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his scars, in fact he was pretty proud of them- but he was not ready for the onslaught of questioning as to where he got them. Especially the scar from Dakota- anyone who knew anything about scars would recognise that as a knife scar, and no. He was not going there.

Each pair were given a picture of an injury (nothing to gruesome) and they had to identify what sort of injury it was and what treatment could be used to fix it/ aid in recovery. Leo was a little confused as to why the teacher thought this would take a month, even with the two minute presentation they were meant to give at the end of it. In fact it would probably be easier if he did all the work and just gave Piper the script at the end so she knew what to say in the presentation.

When the pictures were given out at the end of the lesson, Leo watched as each table was given a picture, and looked at it in confusion. Oh, maybe the pictures were really obscure or something. A few of the kids grinned and looked up, saying things like "This is easy." Or, "that's obviously a cat scratch."

Leo glanced at the picture that landed on his table. A long slash, with a somewhat open wound, could have been any sort of weapon stab, but hey, Leo felt like showing off. The edges of the wound were slightly rough, which meant the weapon had to be blunt, if it had been a sharp weapon the edges of the wound would have been smoother. And straighter; the way that this wound was, it was curving round- like someone had purposely put it there. The loop in it seemed to be part of a letter, and the little scar at the top of the picture could be the crossover of an e. So, cause of wound: A blunt knife, probably a kitchen knife, wielded by a sadistic murderer, who probably wouldn't have left the victim alive.

At this moment, Piper looked over his shoulder at what he was writing on the piece of paper bellow the picture. Her gasp of "Leo! That's horrible" made the majority of the class raise their heads and glance in their direction. The teacher, in typical teacher style said.

"Is there a problem over there?"

Leo thought fast. He did not want the entire class knowing he could analyse injuries so well- that would bring a whole lot of questions that he so did not want to answer. "Um, nothing, I was just doodling on the paper... Is it possible that we could have another picture?"

The teacher frowned over at him, "That picture is a key part of your group work- disfiguring it because you are bored does not affect just you. You may wish to ruin your grade but it is not fair for you to ruin your partners. I will give you another picture for her sake- but this is the last one." The teacher, who Leo had finally caught the name of- Mrs Miller, walked over and handed the picture to Piper, swiping the previous one from in front of Leo before he had time to grab it.

Leo winced at her raised eyebrows, as she looked at what Leo had written beneath the picture, then compared it to the marking sheet and looked back at him in shock. "Though why you would want to swap pictures when you got this one right is beyond me. It was in fact a wound from a kitchen knife- though the embellishment of detail was entirely unneeded."

Leo face palmed as the entire class turned to look at him. He looked up and gave a sheepish grin. "Lucky guess?" Fortunately this seemed to satisfy the class- though both the teacher and Piper were still giving him odd looks. The lesson proceeded from there till the bell rung for the next class.

As they were all leaving the room, Piper the new picture now secure in her bag, poked Leo in the shoulder, meet me at lunch by our homeroom- we need to discuss the project, and your problem".

"Problem?"

"Don't think I haven't noticed you ignoring me!"

Leo groaned as Piper walked away- this already, seriously?

Meanwhile back in the classroom, Mrs Miller turned to her computer and clicked on the full description of each injury. Number 5- the one she had given to the two new kids. She blinked and looked again. It read... cause of wound: A blunt kitchen knife, it was a murder victim's wound, part of the word Revenge carved on their back. Unfortunately the victim didn't survive.

She glanced back at the boy's scribble with growing horror. Blunt kitchen knife, murder victim- how did he know? He even wrote that the victim wouldn't survive. She looked back at the door, seeing the boy in question groan and walk away, she stared after him in apprehensive confusion. There was definitely something weird about that Valdez kid.

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