Strange Days At Blake Holsey High
Theories
by Jena Rink
February 9, 2006

Authors Note: So I tried to privately reply to everyone's review...so if I didnt it's because this is of this morning...and I didn't see your review yet...but I tried! Unless they were anon. So...this is the point of action ...the uh oh...the oh no! The OH MY GOD! the Freakin A! Are you kidding me! And by the way...100 fics you guys! Good job! yay! (I've been waiting to type this all day...after that its back to the World Religions...gah!)

Quote of the day:

At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.-Meridith Grey-Grey's Anatomy

And here's the Chapter...

Chapter Five-The Uh-Oh

Last time, on Strange Days At Blake Holsey High: (I've always wanted to do that!)

"I'm not sure what I know anymore!" she shot back,"I don't know who to trust!"

"You can trust me!"she was crying again, and he sighed,"Josie please calm down and listen to me..."

"When my fath-"she got out,"When Avenir told me I wished it was you..."she sobbed.

"Josie..."he said softly, and she cried harder. In the next instant she seemed to regain her composure.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have let you hear that..."she swallowed as her train was called, and paid her bill,"Z I gotta go..."

"Josie where are you? Are you in Seattle?"

"No...the train station..."she said off handedly.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry..."Josie whispered.

"Josie!"he got cut off, and she took a deep breath before boarding the train and finding a seat.

When in the hell had her life become such a mess? Whatever the incident, it had something to do with Blake Holsey and Peradyne.
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 Lucas was late. He opened the door to Z's office, and glanced around.

"Hey, Z, you in here?"he asked, and saw the closet door open a crack. Thinking that Z was in the closet, he opened the door, and winced when a box fell to the ground in front of him, the contents spilling to the floor.

"Great..."he muttered tiredly, and bent over to pick them up, his eyes scanning old Blake Holsey yearbooks, pictures of the science club, clippings documenting Josie's dissappearance, and a watch. But it wasn't normal. He frowned, picking it up.

This was so stupid. The last thing Lynsey needed was a teacher conference about her behavoir, again. She walked down the hallway, and heard a crash, walking cautiously towards Z's door. It was empty, but the closet door was open a crack. She glanced around to make sure, and made her way towards the closet, opening the door and peeking her head inside. Professor Randall had a watch in his hand, and she frowned. It didn't really look like a watch. The look on his face was really interesting though.

"Hey, Professor?"she questioned, and his head snapped up, his finger slipping over the face of the watch, and he fazed out of existence, his eyes fixed on her in a look of shock. Lynsey screamed, falling backwards, and jumped when she heard the door open.

"Lynsey?" Z asked, confused, as she scrambled to her feet,"Where's Professor Randall?" Z asked, and she turned to face him.

"He's not here..."she squeaked Well it wasn't a lie...,"Um...does this mean I don't..."

"You get two weeks detention..."Z responded, his eyes on the closet.

"O-kay..."she got out,"See you Monday then..."she left the room, and Z frowned.

Lynsey never just accepted detention, something was wrong. Not to mention that look in her face. He'd seen it before. And that worried him. Because the last time he'd seen that look was when Josie would lie to him about something. Something to do with the Black Hole. He noticed his closet door was open, and pushed it forwards slowly, hitting the box of his old things from Blake Holsey.

"That's strange..."he murmered, and put everything back, putting it on teh shelf. He never noticed that the watch was even gone.

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12 hours earlier:

Marshall stared at Z, his mouth slack.

"She talks to you?" he asked, glancing back to make sure Corrine and Lucas weren't listening. Inviting them all over seemed like a great idea at first. And now there was already a problem,"Josie talks to you?" he said again.

Z didn't respond. He was dialing a number. He sighed.

"Josie this is crazy...pick up your phone...I know you're looking at the caller id right now...Am I going to have to wait another three months for you to call me back?"he said tiredly,"You're being irrational...we'll find who's sending you the letters Josie...Go back to Seattle, go back to your apartment...and relax...and then call me..."he hung up, and glanced over at Marshall.

"Josie's been calling me every three months since she moved to Seattle with her mother...five years ago..."Z said, and Marshall's eyes widened.

"How could you not ask her to come back?" he asked, and Z shook his head.

"She doesn't want to come back here..."Z told Marshall,"She wont tell me why..." he paused,"The first time she called was about a week after she left..."
about five years earlier...

"Hello?" Z asked, putting down his book and leaning back in his chair.

"Isn't it weird that I miss your advice and I was gone for a whole year?" Josie asked, staring around her bedroom, which was covered in boxes, all with clothing spilling out of them.

"Josie...getting settled in?"he asked, and she sighed.

"I want to pack back up and come back...I keep thinking my mom might realise what this is gonna do to me and reconsider..."Josie said, her voice calm,"We all can dream..."she added sarcastically.

"When one door closes another opens..."Z reminded her, and she smiled.

"Okay Hellen Keller..."she said back, sitting on her bed and hugging her knees to her chest.

"And back on subject...are you happy?" Z asked, and Josie frowned.

"I miss everyone...even Victor..."she admitted,"Z...I..."

"And did you tie things up the right way...with everyone..."he asked.

"You...yeah...Victor...yeah...the Janitor...but not anyone else..."Josie murmered, looking at her photo album, her eyes landing on a photo of her, Lucas, and Vaughn.

"Did you ever choose?" Z asked.

"I still...I can't talk about that..."she'd shut him out again. He frowned.

"It's okay...just call me next week after your classes start...I do care how my favorite student is doing, you know..."she smirked.

"Ha, ha...I'll call you...okay?" her voice was hopeful.

"Okay, Josie..."she hung up and closed her eyes tightly, leaning against the headboard. This was harder than she'd thought it would be.
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"So it's something to do with Lucas and Vaughn?" Marshall asked,"Why does that not suprise me?"

"She never wants to talk about it...and neither does Lucas..."Z said, and got up,"I'll take Lucas to his apartment...just stay here and take care of Corrine..." Marshall nodded.

"Can I..."

"No one can know...you shouldn't know..." Marshall waited until Z was gone and Corrine was sound asleep to attempt a phone call.

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The number was unavailible, and she forwned, finally deciding to pick up.

"Hello?"she grumbled, clearly hungover. Marshall smiled.

"Josie..."he said, and she frowned.

"Marshall?" she questioned tiredly, rubbing her temples.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, and she groaned.

"You were there,"she asked,"Or he told you?"

"I grabbed the phone..."he said in response,"Z's worried...you aught.."

"Realistically I shouldn't even be talking to y-you..."she trailed off, opening the door to her hotel room. An envelope was sitting on the bed, adressed to her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, and she approached the bed cautiously, grabbing the envelope and tearing it open,"Josie..."

"The only thing that decides our destiny is our own actions..."she breathed,"Oh, my God...'she added, starting to breathe heavily,"Marshall...can I call you back?"

"Sure, but Jos-"she hung up, and he frowned. What was going on?

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Josie was convinced that flying to New York was the best desicion. As was turning off her cellphone. Taking an airplane was much safer, and faster, than taking a train. In fact, Josie felt more safe that she had before she got the first letter. During the 6 hour flight, she slept. When they landed at JFK, she took out her phone, turing it back on. She had 7 voicemails. She frowned, and glanced up when she felt someone standing over her.

"Josie Trent?" she nodded, her face paling when the flight attendant pulled out a small jewelry box. She grasped the lid, and opened it, slowly, her hands shaking,"This came for you about an hour before you got to New York..."she saw the pendant, and fainted.

"Miss Trent...you fainted...are you al-"she felt the pendant in her hand, and sighed,"You're phone has been going off for three hours..."

She got up as it started to ring again.

"Thanks for the help...I...Victor Pearson..."she smiled wryly.

Within a matter of minutes, of which she spent going to the exit, she had turned in the other direction, her face pale. On the plane once again, she wondered why she'd said yes.
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He rolled out onto the floor, his eyes scanning the room.

"Well that was smooth..."he said sarcastically, and stood up, brushing himself off.

"You shouldn't be here...he'll know..."he frowned, confused.

"Wait...who?" he turned around to see someone he'd never thought he'd see again leaning against the doorframe.

She was taller, and her hair now fell to the middle of her waist. And her eyes were fixed on him, her lips thinned.

"What are you doing here?"she asked simply, her hands on her hips. Her eyes were betraying her attitude.

"I found you...I can't believe I finally found you..."he breathed, and she frowned as he came closer.

"Lucas? You were looking for me?" he hugged her, lifting her up, and she stiffened, her eyes widening.

"I looked for you every day..."he said, "I couldn't leave you here alone..."

"I'm not alone..."she responded,"And that's why we need to hide..."she grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the broom closet in the hallway, closing the door quickly.

"Wait...why..." she held a finger to her lips.

"You come here so much...why?" it was Avenir's voice, and Lucas' mouth opened into an O shape.

"I find it interesting to ponder what could have been..."came the reply. It was a man, sounding about Lucas' age.

"That sounds like Vaughn..."he whispered, as there voices faded down the hallway,"But he sounds too smart..."

"It's not Vaughn..."Josie assured him, her voice quiet,"It's Vaughn's brother..."

Authors note: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH, betcha didn't see THAT one coming...haha...okay...sorry...I'm going back now... (makes annoyed face)

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"Um...Victor Pearson please..."Z said, cleaning his glasses.

"He's in a meeting..." the receptionist responded, "Still, Headmaster Zachary..."she added, annoyed.

"I don't know if you understand that this is important..."Z said angrily.

"He's told me he'll speak with you in the morning..."

"Tell Mr. Pearson that it's happened again...to Lucas Randall..." Z said, and she paused.

"He says he'll be right over..."she responded, and Z nodded.

"Thank you..."he hung up, as Corrine walked in the door.

"You called?"she asked, sticking her head in.

"We should wait for the others..."Z said, and looked out the window at the brewing storm.

Meanwhile, Victor made an important call.

"Come on...Miss Trent..." he said, driving through the rain, his expression sour.

"Hello?"she sounded sick, and he sighed.

"Miss Trent..."he said, a small smile on his face.

"Victor Pearson... to what do I owe this pleasure?" Josie asked, walking through the terminal.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"JFK...why?"

"Do you remember when you said you'd always be there if your help was needed?"her lips thinned.

"Yeah...why?" she asked skeptically, grabbing her bag from the conveyor belt.

"There's a ticket to Ontario at the American counter...they'll get you through security...and my private jet is waiting on the runway..."he paused,"When you arrive a limo will be waiting...I need your help...we need your help..."

"Victor, I'm not really..."

"Lucas Randall dissappeared this morning..."she froze, and started to make her way towards the American counter,"And given the fact that he never gave up on you..."

"I'll be there as soon as I can..."she said, and hung up her phone, turning towards the desk.

And thirty minutes later, after being taken back through security, she was going back.

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next time, on Strange Days At Blake Holsey High:

"She doesn't talk to anyone, and you're defending her?" Marshall coughed into his mug of coffee.

"I'm defending her because no one here will..."he said.

"She's not your daughter..."Vaughn said, and got up,"And it was her desicion to isolate herself..."

"I wish she was my daugher...better than the father she did have..."Z said,"Vaughn, just sit down...you're drunk...and this isn't going anywhere..."he apsued,"You're parents will be here in a minute, and..."

"Hey, Uncle Z! There's someone here for the meeting...I think..."his head turned towards the door.

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Hey, so that's it for now...but its HUGE whoopdee freakin chapter that took me an hour to type because my dads office is FREEZING. But enjoy your weekend, probably wont update till next week so I wanted to make this long! Hope you like it! And I so got you...nobody saw the brother thing coming did they? did they? nope! smiles to herself

Love ya all

Jena