I do not own anyone from the original Animorphs books. If I own the characters who weren't in the books, I don't know really... I'm not sure anymore. Do I?

CHAPTER EIGHT- JARED JORDAN FUENTES:

Ever heard of the saying "fly on the wall?"

Well, when your an Animorph- or their kid- that phrase can become reality.

((Hey Kala,)) I began while landing on the roof above the hallway in between the garage and the main hall. ((Quick question.))

((Hm? What is it?)) Kala asked me, slightly confused and curious.

((How is it that when I morph fly, or any other small thing, you don't get hurt or anything?)) My wings twitched.

((Actually, I don't know. Never bothered to figure out why...)) Kala replied.

"...found this in Jared's room." I heard Dad's voice say when I was about to go up the stairs to my room where I could demorph.

What can I say? I don't like bugs.

"Is that...?" Cassie asked slowly.

Dad must have nodded because the next thing I heard was Jake yelling, "Jared's got drugs in his room?!"

I could almost feel the glare I was getting from Kala- even though technically he couldn't do that because 1, he's in my head, and 2, he has no eyes. ((YOU HAVE DRUGS?!)) Kala shouted.

((It's Dead's, I swear!)) I replied quickly to my Yeerk.

I gave a brief shudder when Kala checked my memories to see if it was true. ((Now, you just have to worry about the Animorphs. You can't exactly tell them- "Kala's been in my head for the past year and he knows that another person had planted it into my jacket pocket when I wasn't looking."))

Should I been human, my expression would be complete and utter confusion. ((It's been a year, how come I can't tell them?))

((I was supposed to have died when Lyz died, Jared. They don't know that I made it to you.))

((Oh.)) I flew over to the living room and sat in the corner, watching the adults argue.

"Why does my nephew have drugs, Marco?" Tobias said calmly but obviously as mad as Jake.

Dad gave a slight shrug. "I know he's been going out to train with the Silver Nites person and often Elf-"

((Elfang, not Elf.)) Ax interrupted.

"-too. But all of our kids admit that there's a few hours each day where no one knows where he is- usually the last few hours before curfew." Dad continued.

"Then it's possible Jared's getting drugs when no one knows where he is, right?" An annoyed Rachel asked. Dad nodded. "We should probably keep an eye on him for a while, right cuz?"

Jake nodded. "I'm sure Lyz wouldn't want Jared to be doing drugs."

((And maybe we will find out what's been wrong with Jared since Anily's death, correct?)) Ax said, digging a hoof into the carpet.

"Hopefully, whatever it is, we're not too late to keep him from going against what is best for him." I heard Cassie say as I left.

Watching me? I won't be able to see the gang then... If they find out I'll be under house arrest...

I landed in my room and demorphed on my bed. They suspected something was wrong with me... Could it be the Hidden is finally effecting me? Am I getting the power Mom said I would get?

Shaking my head, I stared at myself in my mirror.

"Getting pretty dependent on using the Hidden as an excuse for everything going wrong, huh?" Someone asked.

Figuring it was Kala, I laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess so. It helps when you can't find anything or anyone else to blame."

"Do you know what your power is yet?" The someone inquired.

"You know I haven't K-" Confused, I turned and almost fell into (as in falling backwards and destroying my dresser) my dresser when I saw I wasn't alone. "Who are you?!"

The guy smiled. He had dark green eyes and brown hair. He looked a bit older than Dad and wore a dark green jacket and jeans. For a second, anyway. A moment later he turned into a more familiar form-black looking eyes, a saddened and lonely smiled...

"Ethan?" I asked slowly. "You... You can morph?"

Ethan smiled and shook his head. "Nope. I'm the Time teacher, Clokwerk."

Mom's teacher. So that's what Nico meant... "Does that mean I'm Time like Mom?"

He shook his head again. "Silver's your teacher, not me. She also is a Teacher of two powers and wont tell us which power you have. I'm also forbidden to tell you which powers could be yours-your mom told me not to..." He paused. "I know its not my fault that Lyz died but I can't help feeling like it is..."

I gave Ethan a faint smile. "It's ok dude. Being her teach, you must have been close to Mom."

Ethan smiled back. "I'll be making sure you live long enough to find out what your power is, ok?" He continued before I could to ask what he meant by that. "So, how are things going with your girlfriend?"

"Well, Teague's been o- wait, she's NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" I blushed hard, and thankful I didn't yell any louder- Dad might have heard...

Ethan laughed- the first time I've seen him look happy in the short time I've known him. "Yeah, yeah. I'll go now, see you next time you end up breaking Mercury's bones." He waved, then jumped out my window. When I looked out, he was long gone.

"Mercury? Nico?" I asked before I leaned back on my bed.

I wonder what will happen...

FLASH!

"Get away! It's not safe!" Someone yelled.

I panted as I jumped over the path of a bullet. Why were they attacking me? I thought as I dodged another bullet. I tried to make myself move, but it was like I wasn't in my own body. I felt something open up from my back- similar to the opening of a bird's wings. Several flaps, trying to get prepared, then I was off the ground.

I flew left and right, not panicked like I was now, but the skilled precision of a dancer of sorts, dodging bullets, buildings and dracons alike.

The one thing this person couldn't dodge, was an African American male who was hiding behind an building's stairway's door. The man grabbed me, and threw some fake silver scales and white feathers in the direction I was going in earlier. He covered my mouth and dragged me down a few flights of stairs and into an apartment room.

"Yo Hellboy," The familiar voice asked. "What are you doing foolin' with 'em Warriors? You do know they want ya head, right?"

I smiled- the body smiled, I mean. The real me was all confused. Since when was I wanted? "What are you doing giving shelter to one of them AND helping me?"

"You know she's my cuz, boy." Dead-Lee said as he sat down on the couch, feet propped up on one side, his head on the other. He looked a lot older, but according to a fallen calendar, it was only two years in the future.

So I'm a wanted person in two years? Dang.

"And I never leave behind my gang." He stated. "Smoke?" He asked, pulling a cigarette out of a carton near the couch and his lighter from his pocket.

"'Course." This future me caught the carton and the lighter, which was closed thankfully. I/He took one out, lit it then tossed both items onto the table. I/He leaned against the wall and exhaled a cloud of smoke. I've gotten second hand smoke before with the 'Dragons,-short for Scarlet Dragons, our gang name- but never expected that I'd smoke myself in the future. "When did you learn I had scales and feathers on my wings?" I/He flapped them once then they started retracting back into his/my body.

"You know the girl. Told me if I ever found a person with scaled and feathered wings not to trust him and to call her or one of the other two Warriors." Dead stated, taking in a deep breath of smoke. "I'm surprised just you alone managed to split up your friends."

I/He winced. "Don't remind me." I/He paused to take in another breath of smoke. "Well, I should go before she comes back and sees me here. I'll be fine, Dead."

Dead-Lee gave a slight shrug and exhaled. "Anything you need? Smokes or anything? And you know I only treat you like this 'cause you're the youngest of all of us Dragons."

I/He rolled my/his eyes. "I'll need some smokes for later, that's for sure." I/He caught a new carton of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Keep it. I got a spare. What else?"

"I might need to borrow a burner." Burner... Why would I need one of those?!

This time Dead-Lee took out a box from under the couch and carefully handed it over. "It's actually legally owned, not stolen like the other one."

I/He smiled. "That's good to know. But you and me both know it ain't going to be used legally."

"Yeah, but maybe you won't need it." Dead-Lee muttered. "Anything else?"

I/He shook my/his head. "Not now anyway. See ya later, Dead." I/He jumped out an open window and spread my/his wings.

FLASH!

"What the heck?" I muttered. I took a look at myself in the mirror.

Was I really going to become a wanted killer?