Hey guys, thanks to the awesome authors Squabble, rattychipmunk, Bellalyse Winchester, Stephanieella96, and Torch-SherlockWho-Wood, for reviewing last chapter. You guys rock! This chapter is dedicated to rattychipmunk though, for a few reasons. One, her review was AWESOME. Two, she's an amazing writer. Her story "The ARC: Chat Room Conversations" is EPIC. Trust me, every chapter will make you laugh in one way or another. You're awesome Ratty, and it's an honor to know you!

Here's the next chapter. If you get confused in the beginning, that's a good sign. That's how I tried to write it. Towards the beginning-middle, you should pick up pretty quickly.

"I hope you brought me back a souvenir," Captain Becker, 4.1

Tiger eyes…carnivore, so sharp claws…big canine teeth…very deadly…sharp beak to rip up its prey…obviously predator then…Oh, and strong legs, so when it jumps, it looks like it can fly…

"Ms Emma."

…across large distances; like a future predator…well, not like it…how abut we put…

"Ms Emma, are you paying attention?"

The girl, or Emma, instantly stopped sketching. Great, she thought. She slowly put down her pencil and raised her head to meet her teacher's eyes.

"Yes miss," she said, calmly, and full of confidence.

"Well," said the teacher stepping towards her desk. "Since you were very much into taking notes, how about you answer the problem I put on the board."

Emma looked at the board and scanned the problem. It was the third time this month she's been asked to do this, and to her, each time it just kept on getting more and more pathetic. She sighed, got out of her seat, and approached the board.

"Calculus," she thought, "Oh, and look, a lesson she hasn't taught us. A trick question; good thing I read ahead last week."

Emma picked up the marker and studied the problem. She wrote very quickly and within minutes, she had answered the problem on the board. Emma wrote the answer out, and read it aloud. Applauds filled the classroom, and Emma started the walk back to her desk, but noticed the teach frantically flipping through the textbook, looking for some mistake.

"Miss?" she asked. "Did I get it right?" She went for an innocent approach, even though Emma knew she got the equation correct.

The teacher sighed and nodded. It might have been just her, but Emma noticed a bit of annoyance in her features. Not a big surprise. Quite proud with herself, Emma walked back to her seat and continued on with her sketches, but was sure to also pay attention, no matter how boring it was.

Soon, class ended and Emma started to pack up her stuff. Good thing math was her last class. As she was about to head out the door, the teacher stopped her.

"I'd like a word, Emma," she said.

Emma sighed and walked over to the teacher's desk, anxious to get home.

"Miss," she said.

"Emma, this is the fourth time this month, and—"

"Third," corrected Emma.

The teacher pretended not to hear Emma's correction and continued on with her lecture. "I've lost track for however many times this year! I know school is ending in less than a month, but I'm just worried that if you don't pay attention in this class, then next year will be hard for you."

Of course, every teacher Emma ever had, had said this to her at least once. It wasn't her fault if she was just extremely clever. It wasn't her fault.

"Miss, don't worry about me. I can do everything; I just find the class, boring. I know everything already. Don't ask how, I just…inherited my dad's brains…according to my mum. He's a genius."

"I bet he is," said the teacher, a bit sarcastically and not quite believing her. "Is that what his IQ score says?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact," said Emma. "And he's done things that you can't even imagine."

The teacher sighed. "Alright, "she said, tired of the argument that the two have had since the beginning of the year, "you are dismissed."

Emma thanked her as politely as she could and walked out of the room towards her locked. The hallways of her school were just like any other. There were still students in them, packing up their bags, talking to friends, the usual. Emma turned the corner to the junior's hallways when she started to hear someone walking beside her.

"Hey Em," said a voice. It was male, and Emma could recognize it anywhere.

"Hey Alex," she replied back. "Already packed up I see."

"Yes," said Alex, "and you aren't. Where were you? I was waiting at your locked for ages!"

"The teacher kept me after to talk."

"Weren't paying attention again?"

"Is it that obvious?"

She turned her head toward he best friend, who slowly nodded. Emma rolled her eyes and walked off to her locker. Alex sighed and followed her.

"Emma Temple!" he exclaimed, "don't you roll your eyes and walk away from me like that!"

Emma laughed as she opened her locker and started to pack her backpack.

"No, seriously though, I wish I were you, and not have to pay attention. It'd make life so much easier. You are so lucky you have your dad's brains."

"Hey, your mum has them too," said Emma.

"Yes, but you know I didn't get all of hers."

"Alex Becker, don't say that! You're amazing with those myths and you know it!"

"Yes, I know that! But that's not academics!"

The two teens walked out of the school and into the school yard. As usual, they got many stares as they walked out of the yard. All the girls were mainly focused on Alex, who had his dad's looks; almost the same hairstyle, a bit longer and not as slicked back, same skin color and very toned. But he had his mother's eyes and hair color.

Emma, on the other hand, had shoulder length hair that was layered and had a medium, almost sandy color for being out in the sun on holiday so much. Naturally, though, it was a darker brown. She had her father's brown eyes and her mother's skin tone. Also, like Abby, she would never be caught in anything too feminine, so she preferred her jeans, converse, and boots (a present that Abby wore years back).

Soon, the two got outside the school. Emma went over to a bush and pulled out a helmet and dad's skateboard. Alex pulled out the same.

"I'll meet you at your house after my practice," he said.

"Great, "said Emma, and the two took off.

Alex came over around seven to start on homework. It's something they did after school, but since Alex had triathlon practice three days a week from 3-6, and Emma had her own activities every day until 5, they couldn't get together until later on, and his mother didn't like that. Sarah didn't like Alex out too late, even though he was a senior in high school. So, he had to do homework, and get home before his parents got home, which was usually around 10 or 11.

Alex and Emma walked into the kitchen and spread their books on the table. Emma picked up a bit of lettuce and threw it in the air. Instantly, a blur of various greens came swooping in and snatched the lettuce. It flew over to the kitchen counter, perched upon it, and started munching on the lettuce.

"Are you sure Rex isn't trained?" asked Alex.

"Mum's had him for about twenty-seven years, give or take a few. He gets accustomed to things in that long period of time."

"Isn't twenty-seven a little old for a lizard; especially one that shouldn't exactly be in this era?"

"That's what I thought at one point, but living with my parent, you tend to start believing in the impossible."

"Really?" asked Alex, as he was laughing. "I thought you started believing in the impossible when you started that obsession of Doctor Who."

Emma gave him an "Abby-glare" that shut him up. Emma was known for doing those. Soon after that, two sat down and started to do homework. They were able to finish all except math before ten. As Emma was helping Alex with a Calculus, they heard the front door open. The two waited until they heard the footsteps come into the kitchen to look up from their textbooks.

"Hi mum, dad," said Emma.

"Hey Em," said Connor going over to the table and hugging Emma from behind the chair. "How was school?"

"Pretty good," said Emma, "I got some sketches over there if you want to look at them."

Connor quickly walked over to the countertop which had the drawings on it.

"Did you feed Rex?" asked Abby.

"Yes mum, and Sid and Nancy."

"Good," said Abby.

"Abby, you never told me you taught Rex how to dive for lettuce thrown in the air," said Alex.

"That's because I never did, "said Abby, "instincts."

"These are some pretty good sketches Em," said Connor, "but you stopped midway in one."

"That's because the teacher called on me and I got in trouble for getting a problem right."

Abby and Connor continued on with what they were doing, acting as if it was a common thing for Emma to say when they got home from work, which it was.

"I'm not going to ask," said Abby, walking over to the fridge and starting to make herself and Connor a bit of dinner.

Suddenly, the four heard a tapping noise come from a near-by window. They looked towards the sound and saw a girl, about fifteen, waving at them. Alex sighed and went towards the window and opened it.

"I knew I'd find you here," the girls aid as she entered the house through the window. She had brown hair that was pulled back into a messy…something, brown eyes, and a pale complexion. She was wearing brown cargo carpies, a purple shirt, black jacket, and black converse.

"Stevie, what are you doing here?"

"Saving your skin," replied Stevie. "Mum and dad came home and found that you weren't there. Mum's frantic."

Alex's eyes got big. He just realized why he hadn't seen Mr. and Mrs. Temple in ages. He had always gone home BEFORE they left work.

"I'd hurry up and get home," said Abby, leaving her supper on the counter and heading towards Alex. "They'll probably be here…"

Ding Dong

"…any moment."

Abby gave Alex and apologetic look then headed towards the door. Alex knew he was doomed; doomed for life if anything. Probably won't be able to even step out of the house until he started university.

"Good luck," mouthed Emma.

Alex sat down in the nearest chair and braced himself for the worst.

At the Door

"Abby, hi, sorry to bother you this late, but is Alex here? He wasn't at home and…"

Abby nodded and pointed towards the kitchen. Sarah nodded and quickly went into that direction. Abby sighed, feeling bad for the boy. Becker gave Abby a look that said "brace-yourself-and-wait-for-it…"

"…, no note, and you didn't ever have your mobile on you! How smart is that?"

Sarah was shouting at her eighteen-year-old son who was trying to stay calm at the approach.

"Mom, I come over here almost every day," he said, trying not to sound harsh, or annoyed. "Where else would I be?"

"How should I know? For all I know you're at a bar, or something like that."

"Mum, I don't drink."

"Well how do I know that? Or what if you got kidnapped or something?"

"Mum, I'm not a little kid!"

"Sweetie," said Becker, putting his hands on Sarah's shoulders. Sarah visibly relaxed at the contact. "Let's continue this at home. It's late and the Temples probably want to get ready for...you know…tomorrow…"

Stevie, Alex, and Emma all exchanged confused looks.

"Right," said Sarah calming down a bit more. "Come on, let's get home"

"One by one, each Becker filed out of the Temple household. Emma gave Stevie a hug and Alex a nod. Then Abby closed the door behind them and sighed.

"Poor Alex," she murmured under her breath.

"Well, glad that's over," said Connor, walking towards them.

"Where have you been?" asked Abby.

"Hiding," said Connor, "I didn't want to get involved in an argument like that!"

Abby sighed.

"Alright, bed both of you."

The three started to leave, but Emma had something else on her mind.

"Mum, dad, Becker said something about tomorrow. What's going on?"

It wasn't like her parents to keep things from her. They always told her everything. Yes, she knew about the ARC. She practically grew up there. She knew Lester, the Beckers and some other workers, lab assistants, SAS soldiers, and paramedics. Her parent would always come home and tell her about the anomaly missions and creatures they ran into. The creatures were her inspiration for her drawings. When Abby hesitated to tell her what was going on tomorrow, Emma guessed it was big.

"Lester wants to see you at the ARC tomorrow right after school, is that okay."

Now she knew it was big. If Lester wanted to see her then either he realized that she had won the bet on the World Cup, he had a complete change or heart, or he had to tell her something important.

"I suppose," she answered, "what for?"

"We'll tell you tomorrow at the ARC," said Connor. "Don't worry; it'll all make sense later on."

"Alright," said Emma, disappointed that she had to wait to figure out what was going on. Connor walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Night Em," he said.

"Night," she replied as she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom.

It was a small room, with lavender walls and tanish-brown furniture. Her desk and walls were covered with sketches from when she started drawing until now. She got on some pajama pants and an old tee shirt, and lay down in bed. She closed her eyes, and tried to think of what tomorrow would hold.

So, there's the next chapter. Sorry Ratty if you didn't want me to do the quote thing too. It's just a cool idea, and I have seen others do it before (Doctor Who forum). Shorter chapter this time. They aren't going to stay a specific length. I just typed out the sixth chapter, and I think its as long as the prologue (word wise.) PLEASE REVIEW! I love it when I hear your guys thoughts. I was really pleased with the reviews for the prologue. IF I get more than 5 reviews before Friday night at 10:30, I will update before the second episode airs in AMERICA (central time). So, if you want the next chapter soon, REVIEW! Thanks for reading. REVIEW!

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