Whew! It took me a while to even figure out how to plan this chapter. Well, hopefully, it was worth it. To answer my own QOTD last chapter, I think I'll keep it as K+ until further notice. It doesn't seem like it will need changing until this chapter, but I'll let the reviewers be the judge of that. All rightie then, on to the chapter, titled as Brian. Man, will this be hysterical. Please try to get used to my sarcastic personality if you've already haven't.

Disclaimer: Why must I say this over and over again, I don't own Code Lyoko or Moon Scoop!

Claimer: However, I do own Olivia Allen, everything related to her in general, like her personality, characteristics, and Lyoko form. I also own Brian.

-The Factory-

"So, what do you want me to do about it? I only figured out all of this in ten minutes!" Olivia cried out anxiously. Her teeth were chattering like crazy, sending an unsettling resonance through the circular walled room. Jeremie chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't worry Olivia, Aelita only has memory, and not even she can access it. We don't expect you to do anything. I'll be the one who has to do all the work," Jeremie admitted somewhat cheerfully. Olivia cocked her head to one side in a confused state.

"Are you sure?" she asked apprehensively. Jeremie nodded.

"Of course, it's the least I can do after I almost pulled the plug on your life!" He sounded a little guilty and ashamed and didn't once meet with Olivia's eyes.

Olivia made a one-sided grin towards the struggling genius. It was as if she completely understood his situation, even if she wasn't in the position herself. Odd saw her uneasiness, and put a reassuring arm over her shoulders.

"Don't be Jeremie, how were you supposed to know that Olivia had this infinite knowledge unknown to herself and us?" Odd asked lightheartedly, laughing it up. Jeremie couldn't help himself, and chortled a little.

"Thanks…" he said quietly. His eyes were droopy and covered in the vision of exhaust. He moved his hand through his platinum-blond hair. "Anyway, I have a long day ahead of me. I'll be in here, scanning Olivia's DNA signatures to check for any embedded Lyoko gunk or something related."

Aelita worried. "What about school? You don't want to strain your brain, and school is just what you need to regenerate that."

"Besides, what are we supposed to tell the teachers? That you're sick or something? We've used that excuse millions of times," Ulrich pointed out. He was clearly feeling provoked; trying to cover for everyone was troublesome. Jeremie sighed and rested his chin on his hand.

"Good point…"

"Wait, what about that voice mechanism that you created a while ago? Remember, when you disguised your voice as Mr. Delmas?" Yumi accredited, remembering a past event.

"Hmm, that just might work. Great thinking Yumi." Yumi smiled with self-satisfaction.

Jeremie continued his plan. "I'll just call and use my Dad's voice and say he's bringing me to a museum for the day. I'm sure the school will believe that." Jeremie took that opportunity to start searching for his father's voice by tapping into his mobile, and even turned his head a little to glance at Olivia. She seemed-and was-shaken from what she had been early told.

"I really am sorry, Olivia," Jeremie apologized, his eyes downcast. Her eyes, which were a little moist, looked up at Jeremie and smiled. Jeremie took that as a whole-hearted 'I forgive you.' Nothing else could be more initially clear.

"All right, we've got that settled. Now, let's head back to the school, I'm hungry!" Odd moaned, rubbing his slim stomach. Olivia laughed.

"How could someone so skinny be so hungry every minute of the day?" Olivia retorted. Odd glared for a second, then smirked playfully.

"Well, you're a perfect example!" Odd replied back sarcastically. He smiled wittily and laughed. Olivia rolled her eyes teasingly and felt her arm hook into Odd's.

"Shall I escort thee back to thy school, fair maiden?" Odd asked her elegantly as if he was ushering a princess. Olivia blushed at his attempt to imitate some medieval solider or even a poet to make her feel flattered. It worked. Yumi and Aelita giggled under their breath. Ulrich flashed Odd his 'Good job' smile. Olivia nodded and Odd waved for everyone else to follow.

Aelita turned suddenly while in the elevator. "Jeremie?"

"Hmm?" he looked up.

"I'll come back later, to help you," she answered innocently, almost like a young child. Jeremie smiled.

"That'd be great."

-The Edge of Kadic-

The woods had been especially bright that day. Rays of sun had poked and fought their ways through the leaves, and were successful. Olivia took a big gulp of the spring air. She grinned. It wasn't her favorite season, but spring always made her happy, even if it was the season of her accident, she didn't care. She wasn't in New York anymore, what else could ruin this?

Everyone else had been enjoying the spring time scent as much as Olivia did. Spring fever wasn't an issue. Aelita especially awed at it. It was her first spring.

Yumi, Ulrich, and Odd admired it greatly. The season of love, and a new beginning. Odd looked at spring by combining the two. A new love, is considered the new beginning of a relation ship, was what he thought. Too many perspectives of seasons were difficult; it started so many debates over nothing. However, Olivia always saw it as one single purpose, even though she refused to say so.

The five had just barely reached the edge of the woods, which was also the boundary of Kadic, when Odd felt a force pulling him back. He looked behind him. Olivia was standing right at the border, looking up at the sky. She appeared almost in a trance. The sky had been perfectly blue, with no clouds, but it didn't seem to be what she was gazing at. Odd watched as her eyes began to sparkle and twinkle warningly. Her calm stance, turned tense. Her eyes twitched and her face pinched around in different places. She snapped her head back to Odd's level.

"What was that all about?" Odd asked worriedly. Olivia shrugged.

"I don't know. I just started thinking about Brian out of no where. Crazy, huh?" She tried to hide her concern under a fake giggle, but Odd didn't buy it.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He stared straight at Olivia's eyes. Odd didn't fully understand the purpose her eyes, but guessed that they were a window of some sort, so he looked every where and examined every centimeter of the cerulean hued orbs. A strange, tingling sensation overcame him, so he couldn't look away. It got stronger and stronger, until he felt like he was in a different world, unknown to time and space. He gasped, because he swore he saw something that didn't look pretty, but he couldn't make it out. It was too fuzzy. Olivia hung her head, breaking Odd's connection.

"It's Brian, every time I look up at the sky, even when it's pure blue; I get a feeling about him. I always check the sky; it's almost like an energy keeper. When I looked up, I knew, that something just doesn't seem right," Olivia admitted. She hugged her shoulders and shivered.

Odd put his arms around Olivia and smiled encouragingly. "Brian isn't here, and even if he was, he would have to go through me to get to you. Don't be afraid of him, got it?" Olivia nodded. Odd used his hand to lift her chin up.

"Got it?" he asked again, in a more firm voice.

Olivia wiped her eyes and beamed happily. "I got it." Odd laughed and kissed Olivia softly. She giggled.

"Aw, teenage puppy love!" Ulrich cooed out of no where. The pair shrieked and jumped back.

"Ulrich, you don't see me going around telling every one about your secret crush on Yumi. Oops, did I say that out loud?" Odd asked ironically. Ulrich blushed, darker than ever. Yumi reddened. Odd just smiled innocently and whistled a little melody.

"Ha-ha, I think we've had enough excitement, let's not turn this perfect day into a riot." Olivia broke the little rumble between the two friends.

"Let's go, we don't want Odd's stomach to burst," Aelita backed Olivia up with as much humor as she could get out. Olivia raised her hand.

"High-five Aelita!" Aelita high-fived Olivia's raised hand.

"Okay, let's head to lunch, I might even be as hungry as Odd and Olivia!" Yumi giggled and cupped her hands around Aelita and Olivia's erect ears. "This might give us a chance to talk about our 'plan'. Remember before we were so rudely interrupted?" Yumi winked. Aelita's and Olivia's two eyebrows rose at the same time and nodded.

"I remember," Olivia whispered mischievously. She gathered her thoughts and silently planned her rendezvous for Yumi and Ulrich. It was slowly, yet efficiently, coming together.

Olivia felt a light tap on her shoulder. "I even have a name for the plan!" Aelita whispered in a sing-song voice. Olivia grinned at the little pink-haired girl, who was as jittery as a newborn baby; a little bundle of non-stop energy. Olivia nodded, signaling for her to tell.

"Project: Foreign Love! How about that for a title?" Aelita whispered loudly. A little too loud. The gang instantly turned their heads while Olivia clamped her hand over her mouth. She saw the strange looks heading her way, and so she smiled harmlessly.

"Um, hi…" she answered their faces. Yumi had a quick guess about what they were talking about, and deepened in flush color. She flashed warning eye movements.

"Uh, do we want to know?" Odd asked eccentrically. Aelita shook her head.

She mumbled "No," through Olivia's hand barrier. Olivia smiled normally this time and met with everyone's eyes. "Trust me, you'll figure it out sooner or later." She let go of Aelita's mouth. They continued walking.

Yumi slowed her paces to catch up with Olivia and Aelita. "Foreign Love?" she whispered. Olivia and Aelita exchanged glances.

"She's the one who came up with the name, not me!" Olivia accused lightly, bringing her hands over her head. Aelita rolled her eyes.

"But you have to admit, it is a good title. Yumi, you're Japanese, and Ulrich is German. Get it?" Aelita announced. She waited for Yumi's reaction. Yumi stared at Aelita with an expression of uncertainty. She played with her raven-black hair for a couple of seconds, and then uneasily turned her head back to the patiently remaining Aelita. She smiled wryly.

"How about we leave the names up to myself, okay?" Yumi hated to be the one to break out the bad vibes, even being a Goth; she still had a sensitive side.

Olivia had a face of regret, she could already feel the black vibrations escaping from Yumi's mind, but there still were a couple of white auras mixed in, too. Ah, white, the color of purity. She understood that Yumi didn't want to break Aelita's good mood streak, but she couldn't lie either.

Aelita sighed, carelessly kicking rocks around the grass. "Oh, just forget it."

Yumi grinned and patted Aelita's shoulder. "Hey, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just, well; do you get what I mean?" Yumi spit out every word that came to mind, making her sentences appear floppy or rambling. She just didn't know what to say to Aelita.

But thanks to Aelita's infinite charm, she smiled. "Nothing to worry about, I was just having a little fun." Soon after that, Yumi and Aelita were their old selves again, laughing and chanting the most random things out of no where, just like any friendship would be. They encouraged Olivia to join them, but she calmly denied. She stayed at the back of the group, glazing her eyes over the too perfectly blue sky.

The item around her chest, which used to so warm and reassuring, felt cold and clammy; the way her hands felt when she and her friends would walk around Central Park during the winter without any gloves. That was not a good feeling, and it wasn't making her feel any better either.

And now that she thought about it, she remembered Mr. Delmas talking about another exchange student coming from America in a week, but she also recalled over hearing Sissi talking about how her father was wrong more than half of the time. The new kid could probably even arrive today! That brought Olivia's paranoid levels up to about 80 in the last second.

-Brian's POV-

A little blonde-headed boy, about the age of thirteen, emerged from the bus and onto a brand new school. His expression was grim and careless, but in a way relieved. 'Finally, New York is history.' The boy was instinctively drawn to the school grounds, as if, something felt familiar, or even something he was used to, but he couldn't place it. Nor did he care.

He had taken not three steps through the schools marble archway, when he was greeted by a plump, middle-aged man in a brown suit. The gentleman motioned the boy to come closer.

"Ah, welcome, you must be the exchange student from America," The suited man welcomed the new comer. The boy didn't exactly smile, but did nod.

"New York, actually," he corrected. The boy's voice was deep and mature, but it had a cold-like intensity to it that even the principal noticed. Mr. Delmas stared at the teenager, with a glint of suspicion building up in his brain, but he forced a smile.

"What is your name?" The boy grinned, but his pale eyes told everything.

"The name is Brian Eberly."

The principal stared for a brief moment, and then returned his gaze towards the school building. "I assume you know how to find your way around, yes?"

Brian Eberly looked straight ahead and admired the numerous throngs of kids moving from one place to another. He grinned. "I'll find my way." The principal smiled, and then turned away to make his way back to the school.

The boy sighed. "I was getting tired of him anyway." Brian glared at the Mr. Delmas before shaking away the thought and walking through the school. He was welcomed by stares.

Brian had decided to dress in some baggy, black, cargo pants with scuff marks every where in askew patterns. He wore a normal, crimson T-shirt, and a matching, hooded jacket. To be complete, he sported a brand new pair of black Converse his parents bought him for the occasion.

He shrugged off the discomforting stares with ease and strutted through the grassy area of the school. As interesting as it was, he was still lost. Brian groaned and ran his hand through his hair, which was scruffy and a bit messy. He hated being misplaced in any situation, and he wasn't too fond in wanting assistance either.

Brian was at the brink of giving up, when he swore he heard a laugh, but more like a giggle. A familiar giggle. Memories began to flood Brian's mind. No, not flood, more like oil spill. The memories weren't pleasant, so comparing said reminiscences with cool and calm water wasn't right. They were black, dark, and sticky. He couldn't shake them away, just like an oil spill.

It reminded him of the one girl that used to be the world to him, and was now the person his despised the most. The giggle, that familiar giggle, was ringing through his head. However, it wasn't some memory. This time, he could hear it with his own two ears.

Brian lowered his black messenger bag and turned his head like a hawk, trying to uncover the girl who was giggling. He saw girls of all sorts laughing, but nobody was giggling. As if luck had been on his side, the giggle grew to a loud chuckle, until it settled as an average laugh. He saw where it was coming from.

He simply turned his head to the left, only to catch sight of a very odd looking group sitting by a cluster of trees. The group consisted of five kids: three girls, two boys. The boys were two different definitions of normal. The first boy was tall with brown hair, but looked fairly calm, unlike the other boy, who was small and scrawny, with a huge cone of blonde hair with a purple stripe in the front. He even looked his personality. Purple and crazy.

The girls were different. The tallest out of the group was a Japanese Goth, and, you guessed it, dressed in black, and black, black. The smallest girl reminded Brian of a child, with a mop of pink hair. Next to her, last girl, the one giggling, almost blew him away, even though the wind wasn't any faster than ten miles per hour. She was the same height as Brian, with long, brown hair in a high ponytail with familiar blue tips. She was wearing some white sneakers with some blue on them, white pants, a blue shirt, and a stylish white jacket. Her face was very pretty with bright cerulean eyes that he had only seen one other time…

This girl, this oh-so familiar girl, reminded him of Olivia. Even thinking about her made him choke. 'We used to be such great friends, but she had to be a sore loser and make herself trip on purpose! She hadn't only risked her condition, she risked the trust of her friends, and even worse, she embarrassed me in front of everyone! Olivia always got the best of me, which I can admit. She was smarter, fitter, faster, and nicer, there was even a rumor that she was stronger than me!' Brian's bottled rage exploded through his head, but he kept it physically contained.

Even if this girl looked like Olivia, Brian had several reasons why she couldn't be. Her hair was longer, and she was taller. This girl's style wasn't that different from Olivia's, but it was distinct compared to her last style. And her eyes, her eyes illuminated more brightly than anyone. The last time Brian saw her eyes was on that day when she was walking home. Then, her eyes were shadowed and traumatizing. Also, he had been told that she moved to Wyoming, not to a different country. It couldn't be Olivia.

Although Brian was more of the independent type, he felt a sudden attraction to her, and decided to go up and introduce himself. No girl could resist his unkempt label. He swung his bag over his shoulders, and started walking through the grounds to flirt, and ask for directions. Brian took a deep breath when he realized he was only a couple feet away. The girl had his back to him, and was chatting happily to the second blonde. She looked happy.

Brian reached over and tapped her shoulder. The girl didn't seem to notice, since he had tapped so lightly, and he tapped where most of her hair was draping along her shoulder. But the blonde noticed Brian, and moved his head to get a better look at him. He gasped. The blonde's face slowly turned into a grim, menacing, stare. Brian ignored him. He tapped the girls shoulder again. This time, she felt it.

"Hey, name is Brian Eberly; I'm a new student, just in from New York." Brian had expected a smile or a grin or something, but instead, he was greeted by a white, pale face. The girl looked terror stricken, yet confused, by Brian's appearance. She shivered, and even noticed how her knees would give out every now and then. She couldn't look away.

"You…you…d-don't know who I a-am?" the girl stuttered. Her cerulean eyes were shadowy, and a white mixture clouded her face. Brian shrugged.

"Am I supposed to?" he asked. The purple-blonde stepped up next to the girl, with a clenched fist fidgeting by his side. Brian didn't notice.

The girl instantly brought her hand down to the purple-blonde's fist to calm it. "Not now, Odd," she whispered though closed teeth. The blonde, Odd, stopped, but he didn't discontinue his threatening glare at Brian. Brian stepped back.

"Anyway, what's your name?" Brian continued. The girl started shaking, and put her hand to her forehead.

"My name? My name is…uh…uh…unh...oh my God…" The girl began to lose her balance, side-stepping and turning in weird directions. Her eyes turned dark, her eyes closed, until finally, her whole body gave out. Brian gasped and jumped back. The girl had fainted right into her friends arms, and they began carrying her to the infirmary.

Sorry it was rushed! I admit, this chapter should have been updated a long time ago, but I got caught up in re-runs of 'That 70's Show', and completely forgot! I apologize. I hope you enjoyed it, but if you didn't, I don't want to know. All right, criticism is fine, and I you look forward to the next chapter. The next one, as a preview, is about Olivia having an IM conversation with her only friends left in America. Cool, not cool? The reviewers can be the judge of that. OK, leave a review on your way out!