A/N: SCRATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay I decided that every chapter is going to be taken off, if you don't like it I will have the originals at my right hand ready to be sent to you for you enjoyment. I may even make a new story that will be updated instead of the original. I really don't like the original Gēran, really I can't work with her history in the setting of the fanfic so shrugs lucky for you bashers, maybe this version will suit your fancy.

Because I am unable to get a hold of phyllis-n-dorothea on their profile I will write this here. I actually agree on some points, yes, I know Geran's character profiling SUCKED, I wrote this when she was new in my mind, but that is not an excuse, I was already angry with how I was writing her and it was getting to a point where I couldn't write anymore about it until it got to the point of actually rereading it. Dang the second chapter Sucks! I am doing this, rewriting more for me then my readers but I do hope my readers do enjoy this. Geran is a name I got somewhere, made up or otherwise and it is in pattern with the name of the males in her family. She is a bit of a Mary-Sue and I wish you came to me personally and made it easier to reply to you in long wind. I saw the sheer length of the review and printed it out, what I said was a bit rash, so don't take that too seriously, I'm working out the kinks in the machinery. The story itself should change a bit and I never really liked Sarah Williams, she was actually just there to hire some chick to jump Gen in order to enact revenge, I would like to call her my 'tool'. You actually make some good points in your review and also say the truth in some things, I will now deliever critic to you, try a smidge more gentle, I don't know about others but I react better to critism that isn't laced with frustrating ways of wording. Well yeah, heres to you Combo!

Geran:

First day of school, great, new place, new faces…new glares, new enemies, new boys. Okay pros and cons of a new school, you aren't known, this can be taken both ways, either way I was different. I don't like being new, to be honest, I wasn't used to being in one unusual place without a completely new life or mission in mind, this had one but still I was going to be here a while.

I got questioning looks, I was obviously female, but I wore the entire boys' uniform, I didn't wear make up, I didn't try to be noticed, even slouching and making myself as small as possible people still looked at me, curiousty had a very bad name for a reason.

I was settled already, new story, new name, new Jen….I used the name from when I went to blend into the school around the manor while I waited for any of the other Parkers to notice that I was under their noses, Jennifer Marie Louis, my mom's name. It actually took them five months to catch on, I even looked exactly like her, the smart can be so blind I guess.

I looked around for Rider; I had memorized everything they had on him, before the mission actually. He was a very interesting case of being pulled into things by your history. Maybe we could connect, some how. I didn't even know how to make a partnership work, at all, Jon and I were already friends and compatible, Rider and I…well we were so different. I knew I was a hot head, Jon worked well with my kind of person, I didn't know how Alex worked.

I stopped dead when I saw him, he was surrounded by a crowd of people, I felt my heart drop into my stomach, yes opposites, him, charismatic, me, a shadow. This would be harder then I thought, and I wasn't supposed to tell him who I was. That added to the problem.

Alex:

Tom was at my elbow chatting about the lastest field hockey game that aired the night before. The soccer team surrounded us in a circle, and their girlfriends, and even some kids that we just knew. I really didn't pay attention to it all, I just enjoyed the calm and normalcy of school life before MI6 suddenly came out of no where to snatch me up and ruin my life, again.

I looked around at the students crowded around the courtyard, jabbering on about their lives which in the big picture looked like ants in a farm little black dots on the screen. I saw her, alone, different, looking at me with bright grey-blue eyes. You couldn't not look at her, the more she tried to disappear the more she was seen. I didn't understand how she looked at me, sizing me up, why would someone pick me out of the crowd to size up, like a potentional ally.

A/n: The rewrite will continue! Kat This is short but it served its purpose