Hi everyone! Yes, I have returned from my thirteen days of hell. Ha-ha, I'm just kidding, it was fun. Well, now I'm here taking another trip, but I'm in the south now, so, yeah. Thank God for portable laptops! As for the answer to my poll? Well, only about four people actually gave me an answer so, it's kind of down to the point. Jeez, thanks a lot, reviewers! LOL, I'm just joshing. No harm please!

A: 2 votes

B: 1 vote

C: 1 vote

I'll be combining the winning vote and my original plot, so, yeah.

Disclaimer: Just like it says, DISCLAIMER!

Claimer: I like this word! I own Olivia Allen, the general things about her, and, (as a little joke between one of my reviewers) Brian Eberly, X.A.N.A's human reincarnation.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lunch-

The menu for today: spaghetti and meatballs. As for a normal afternoon, it would have been Odd's favorite time of the day, as well as his favorite kind of meal. But today wasn't a normal day, or good for that matter.

The whole gang had eaten the way they normally would on a typical school day. Odd even managed to fake his average feeding-frenzy that everyone was so accustomed to seeing…and hearing.

However, if you were in the thirteen year-olds shoes right about now, it would be clearly obvious that there was nothing normal about the way he was eating; or any of his companions as a matter of fact. Every bite stuck in his throat, and every time he swallowed another to get rid of it, it was just as tasteless as the bite before. In short, lunch was pretty much a disappointment, with major boredom tossed in the empty places.

Their infinite silence was shortly interrupted by the noise of thrown open doors hitting against the wall echoing throughout the room. Even some students, unknown to this ninth grade Japanese girl, looked up from their personal business to observe the commotion.

Yumi rushed over to the table, panting from exhaustion. Still standing, she placed her hands on the table, locking each of her friend's gazes completely on her and nothing else.

"Hey, I just heard that Brian was put in your science class…" Yumi took a moment to regain her breath. The three others just sighed.

"Thanks for reminding us," Odd replied sarcastically to the recent, yet unnecessary update.

Yumi continued, ignoring the rude comment. "Well, not like it really helps, but he's basically in all of your classes, except P.E."

Ulrich dropped his fork and looked up attentively at Yumi. "And why tell us this now? Odd had a pretty bad encounter with Brian, and I don't really think any of us are in the mood to mention his name again." Aelita nodded in agreement.

Yumi replaced her attention from her brunette friend, over to Odd. Her face suddenly changed to her over protective self. "What happened?"

Odd narrowed his eyes on the blonde in the back corner of the room, talking to no other than his less threatening self, William. "Nothing worth telling Olivia!" He turned his focus back to his last meatball.

Yumi slammed her fist on the table top. It shook, but by the way her friends reacted, it wasn't that rare for her to respond in such a way. "Can't you listen Odd? Olivia said not to talk to him! What if…"

"Yumi!" the purple-clad teenager threw his fork on his tray. The amount of fury and annoyance he had channeled towards his older friend was immensely rough! It even brought the two-head taller girl aback. "You think I don't know that? But when you're cornered and face to face with him, I didn't have a choice!" Odd gnawed at the remains of his forked meatball. The conversation was over.

As Yumi made her way stiffly to the lunch line, Ulrich's mobile started to ring. It surprised the whole table actually; they had a pretty serene moment after Odd's intentional outburst directed to Yumi. Two immediate stares followed Ulrich's hand as he reached for his cell phone.

"Hey Jeremie, what's up?" Ulrich answered casually. There was a long pause in between.

"Whoa, slow down Einstein! What about it?" Ulrich tensed his grip on the mobile.

"Well, how do you want to make sure you're right or not?" As he waited for the answer, his eyes widened.

"Wait, wait! Jeremie, how are we supposed to get her over there? She fainted earlier!" Quick pause. Ulrich looked embarrassingly around the table at his two, apprehensive friends. "Sorry Jer forgot you weren't there…"

Aelita and Odd looked at each other quizzically. "Jeremie, what's wrong?" Aelita yelled across the table, hoping Jeremie would hear her. Ulrich moved the mobile away from his ears towards Aelita and Odd.

"Get Olivia and come to the factory!" he yelled. Ulrich immediately hung up and ran to Yumi who was grabbing some salad.

Yumi jumped back from Ulrich, who basically scared the hell out of her! "Sorry, we'll have to cut lunch short!" He grabbed Yumi's arm and pulled her threw the metal, double doors of the lunch room. Odd and Aelita had already made their way to Olivia's room.

By the urgent tone in Jeremie's voice, it was crucial that they got there in record time. Odd knocked loudly on the beige, plaster door.

"Liv, sorry, but we have to talk to you!" He called in as calmly as he could, but really, he had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that Jeremie found something, but whatever it was, he needed all of them there.

Odd put his ear to the door and listened if the room was occupied. Olivia could still be at the nurse for all they knew! But tiny squeaks of bed springs and approaching footsteps revealed that Olivia was a little better than before.

She opened the door carefully, leaning herself on the door frame as to not lose her balance. She stared at each of them with dazed eyes, but as they all saw, they were still as cerulean and deep as ever.

However, before any of them began, they all took a good look at the confused Olivia. She looked different. Well not exactly, but they did see what she looked like under that white jacket of hers. They looked over her shoulder to see the jacket tossed on her bed covers. Made enough sense, since she was a little sweaty trying to hoist herself up off of her bed.

Everyone got a good look at how muscled Olivia really was. Her light blue shirt turned out to be a mix of a tank top/Yumi style belly shirt. Her arms were pretty muscled, but being an ex-Track star, what else is new?

But something did catch the gang's eye. Around her neck was a shiny, silver chain; if it was just a little bit shorter, it could have past as a choker, but this whole time it had been tucked away under her shirt. The pendant at the bottom was a very glossy, silver crescent moon, with a small, delicately carved indigo gem in the center, with almost a levitating nature, and an interesting glow. If you tried to look at the gem and then look away, you would never be able to guess what the shape was, but no one bothered to observe. Odd gaped. 'Whoa…' was his only thought.

Aelita seemed to be the only one not wrapped up in seeing Olivia sport her not-so-new look. "We're sorry to pull you out of your room at a time like this, but Jeremie called us to the factory!"

Everyone else snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Are you feeling okay to go?" Odd asked cautiously. He was filled with worry, and maybe telling her about his little encounter with Brian wasn't going to help. Olivia stared for a moment, and then nodded. Odd sighed with relief, she suspected nothing.

Olivia ran back to recover her jacket, but didn't bother to zip it up halfway as she normally did. Being rushed from her room and a headache still coursing through her hair follicles, it really wasn't the best time to be thinking about style.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Jeremie's POV (30 Minutes Earlier)-

The past few hours had been a provoking nightmare for the blonde genius. He checked everything he could find. And when he said everything, he meant everything! Franz Hopper's diary was the first thought that came to mind when everyone had left earlier. It was the first bit of information he checked.

Jeremie didn't leave one clue he could rummage up unturned. Franz Hopper mentioned several programs, each one of them having their own set of necessary codes. Sadly, each one that had been checked didn't have the similarities to Olivia's. It didn't make sense! How could someone have all this knowledge, and no way of getting it? 'Luck? I would think not…" Jeremie sarcastically remarked to himself. This was going to be tougher than he thought.

He even tried the next best thing! He scanned Olivia's profile DNA to do exactly what he had told his friends before they had left to go back to school. He was checking for any misplaced data gunk. It was highly possible that such a thing existed, but her DNA was clean and perfectly preserved. Jeremie groaned and smacked the side of the computer carelessly.

He so desperately wanted to make up for what he did to Olivia, so he tried a different approach. Instead of checking to see what was wrong with Olivia's DNA, he checked to see if he could find the source of it. Of course he knew the primary source was Olivia straight up, but what he was looking for was the secondary source; where the DNA was created in the first place. But to his recent luck, he came upon a restricted file, which led him no where.

There was not much left. He was caught between giving up completely and finishing the rest of Franz Hopper's diaries. Now, anyone who never actually seen the diaries would give the obvious answer of "Yes, finish the diaries!" But the problem is; only Jeremie actually understood the time line of the entries. The first half had been all about the data and codes Franz had been using to create Lyoko and X.A.N.A, and the last half was all about how he thought the government was on to him, and his major plan to escape from them. He had already gone through the first half, focusing his attention completely on Franz Hopper speaking. But now he was finished…and there was nothing else to look at.

Jeremie decided, just to show he tried, opened the window to the second half of the entries. It began with Franz Hopper, looking scared and pleadingly at the video camera. He started by saying about how someone was watching him, but other than that, Jeremie didn't want to listen. It didn't give him any information about a secondary, deactivating, knowledge tycoon of information and memory combined program!

Jeremie just leaned his head on his arm, watching the elderly looking man ramble on about his escape plan, that only to Jeremie's knowing, would work for the government, but not for his two-timing program, X.A.N.A. Because of his definitive feeling of failure and ultimate boredom, Jeremie let his glassed eyes travel around the diaries background screen. It wasn't exactly intentional, but what else was there to look at? He'd already heard this diary entry before, and today it wasn't that useful for anything in particular. What else could he do? It was like watching the grass grow; if it isn't interesting, look around for something else. And that's exactly what he did.

Many amazing things in this world were made by mistake. The chocolate chip cookie was a mistake, and was now the most loved cookie in America. The sticky note was a mistake, and so was Silly Putty! It just goes to show that some things can happen, even when you're not entirely sure why or how in the first place. Well, Jeremie now understood the feeling of it.

As his eyes traveled the screen, he noticed something that he hadn't before. Not once had he taken his eyes off of Franz Hopper's face as he watched for any clues about Olivia, but this time, his eyes traveled to something truly unnoticeable. And interesting. Jeremie came across something, but it wasn't in Franz Hopper's face emotions, it was in his pocket protector of his white lab coat.

Jeremie immediately halted the clip to a freeze frame. Then, using the magnifier, he zoomed in on a tiny, crumpled piece of paper hanging off the rim of his pocket. It was a combination of numbers. Numbers that Jeremie never thought of before. Even though it didn't necessarily make enough sense, Jeremie decided it was the last chance he had. He needed to try something.

He brought up the restricted file that he had tried to access previously, and then brought up an access window, wanting Jeremie to give it the right code. Jeremie knew it just had to be Olivia's, so with his fingers crossed, he entered the jumbled numbers.

PASSWORD:

6 – 2 – 9 2

ENTER.

Jeremie held his breath for the first time since he had met Olivia. And now, it was all up to this one, tiny little clue Franz Hopper had given. It was most likely accidental, but it was all they had left. Another window came up, showing how long it would take to process the code. Jeremie didn't even realize he wasn't breathing.

20 percent ...

40 percent ...

50 percent ...

70 percent ...

85 percent ...

Jeremie was not only losing patience, he felt his stomach was about to burst with butterflies. But he had no choice; he would have to wait just a little bit longer…

90 percent ...

94 percent ...

95 percent ...

99 percent ...

ACCESS, GRANTED.

Jeremie stared dumbly at the computer. For two hours he had been trying to find the source of all this hocus pocus going on with his new friend. And here it was, right in front of him. It was too much to take in, but he eventually started breathing again. He brought his shaky fingers to the key board, and began to type.

The countless amount of information was both shocking and amazing! The first file that came up was a status screen. Jeremie observed it with fascination.

RESTRICTED FILE... OPENED

PROGRAM: SECONDARY

PROGRAM NAME: WOLF

AGE: UNKNOWN

LOCATION: OFFLINE

ACCURATE SPEED: 100 percent

ACCURATE KNOWLEDGE: 100 percent

PERMANENT PROGRAM: 0 percent

STABILITY: 90 percent

The file continued for quite a while, and Jeremie gawked at everything he saw. This was incredible! These were things about Olivia that he never knew about, but after looking through more files, more answers came about. Some of the answers were out of this world, and Jeremie was having a hard time comprehending it all. But then again, the way these answers came, Jeremie had an almost completely accurate hypothesis. And then, another thought kicked into gear. What would Olivia think of all this? Jeremie couldn't actually guess, but the best answer was that she would be deeply upset, but maybe a little amazed at the same time.

However, as he came along more and more file windows, new passwords had been asked for. If his hypothesis was right, he would need Olivia to give them. Sure, she had absolutely no idea what was going on, but this would help them unravel Olivia's confusing Lyoko identity. By the way X.A.N.A's power was increasing by the second, the return of the wolf was just about as crucial as anything else that was happening.

Jeremie's hypothesis was completely insane, but there was no other way to explain such a thing. To prove himself, he would need those extra passwords. For the whole school year they thought all they needed was Aelita to help them defeat X.A.N.A, but they were wrong…again. Olivia was the missing link to it all. Not the only link, but the link that pushed them harder into winning. With Olivia Allen and Aelita Stones together in a combo team, everything seemed so much closer.

But before that could become a reality, Jeremie had to make the call. He pulled out his mobile, and dialed Ulrich's number.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Back With the Gang (Present Time)-

The odd group of five jogged as inconspicuously as possible. Most of the school was still in class, and being set in the view of any window was suicide. Even worse, being caught by the chubby, conspiracy freak of all time: Jim.

As if the bad luck was traveling through out the group, they rounded a corner of the P.E building that was built in front of the forest's path that lead to the sewer entrance, and right where the corner ended, they bombarded into a chubby, un-welcomed figure. They all looked up, unfortunately to see Jim himself. His intense look of "I've got you know," stiffened the friends' shoulders. His smug, toothed smile was about as scary as a…uh, well, there really wasn't a comparison, that's how scary it was!

"Ah-ha! I knew you four were up to something! And what do you know, you have a new recruit! Hmm, I've expected better from you Ms. Allen, ditching school with these delinquents? Eh, it's not important! I've caught you five and that's all that matters!" Jim outstretched his arms to herd the five towards the principal's office, but Ulrich had other things in mind.

"Aw, c'mon! That's not really fair! I mean, why should only we be taken to the office? Look, William is cutting class too! See, over there, by the big tree!" Ulrich wined like a spoiled little brat, pointing to a big, oak tree near the opposite side of the school. Jim whirled around like a quick, spinning top, scouting the area like a hunting hawk.

"Come out, Dunbar!" he bellowed. "You can't hide forever!"

Bingo. Ulrich's plan had worked perfectly. The big fish took the bait. He motioned for everyone to continue towards the forest. He wasn't quite sure how long Jim's obliviousness would last, so they took the first opportunity they had.

As the other's already advanced down the trail, Ulrich couldn't help but stay behind and look back at Jim's reaction. He was still looking for William; running around the trees like a big, fat idiot.

Ulrich smirked. "Sucker."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Elevator-

After Olivia's blinding headache passed, she looked to Ulrich. "What did Jeremie find?"

Ulrich looked over to his friend. He shrugged. "I'm not completely sure myself. But, he said he might have a hypothesis thingy about what went down in Lyoko earlier today."

Olivia face lightened. "So, he could figure out what's wrong with me?" she asked eagerly. Aelita stepped over and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong with you," she admitted calmly. Olivia sighed.

"But it didn't any sense! How could I have all of that…what was it?"

"Memory and information," Aelita answered. Olivia nodded.

"Yeah, that, without something being wrong with me?" Olivia countered.

"That's what Jeremie is trying to figure out!" Yumi said.

Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but was cut short by the golden, elevator doors opening before their eyes'. Jeremie was right there waiting for them.

"So, what was the big rush, Einstein?" Odd comically asked. Jeremie pointed to his computer, which was a mess of different windows and accessing files. Everyone crowded in to see, but none of them bothered to read it. It was all jumbled around and half of the words made no sense.

"I think I might have found a way to unearth Olivia's strange occurrences. I have a hypothesis; it's about as crazy as anything else, but it's the only reason we've got. I have uncovered many things about you Olivia," Jeremie redirected his attention to the confused, brunette on the far left. She was shaking uncontrollably. "Possibly things that not even you knew yourself."

He turned himself back to the computer, and brought up the code he had punched in to enter the restricted files. He memorized it, and then turned back to Olivia. She looked confused, but a little scared.

"Tell me if these numbers make any sense to you. The number's are: 6…2…9…2," he said slowly, almost dramatically. Everyone looked at Olivia, waiting for her reaction. She mouthed the words over and over again, staring around the ground until anything popped into her head. As Ulrich was just about to tell her to wrap it up, her face went as pale as her white jacket.

She pointed to the numbers on the screen. "T-that's my birthday! 6-2-92, is June 2 1992! That's when I was born!" Jeremie sighed.

"I have something very important to tell you guys. I have been working on this for two hours, and I said I had an accurate hypothesis. And…Olivia has given me the necessary answer," Jeremie looked down, but he didn't look like he was upset. He seemed more thoughtful. "Olivia you will have to give me one more code for me to crack this…"

Olivia took a step back, but Odd grabbed her hand. "It's all right Liv."

Jeremie took a good look at Olivia. Something told him her reaction wasn't going to be a walk in the park. "Everyone, I'm sorry, and happy, to say, that my hypothesis may be 100 percent ...correct."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Um, does this count as a cliffy? Eh, I don't know. Oh well, thank you for the reviews, please keep them PG! Oh yeah, and if anyone tries to yell at me for some reason, I will fight back. Have a nice day!