Disclaimer: I do not own Code: Lyoko, Danny Phantom, Alan Hopper, or a character from HoboLover's repertoire that will be appearing here shortly (but her look in this fic is entirely mine….with HL's permission)

A/N: Peoples, WAZZUP! If any of you think that I'm about to give up on my most critically acclaimed series, you're dead wrong! I know that a few of you may have been surprised by Ymir choosing to go back to being called Damon, well there is a good reason for that. Blame Marvel for using that name for a similar reason decades before me. I REALLY don't want a copyright infringement suit…wait, this is a fanfic! I can't get sued for that! Oh well, what's done is done and shant be undone. And I already know from one of the reviews that I have received by someone I don't usually get a review from, go michael, that I made GEVI's plan a little bit on the obvious side. Well, next chapter you guys are going to see what that evil bitch is going to do in France. Let's just say that one of the things on the list isn't exactly obvious to anybody besides me, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA….okay I'm done now. Anyway, let's move on to chapter fifteen! Please R&R, or else rabid anal-dwelling butt-monkeys will shoot out of your butt too, except these aren't gonna be small like the one from Bruce Almighty!

"Hey Jeremy," Cassandra shouted from the living room, "Have you figured out how to track GEVI's digital signature over the net from here yet!" Jeremy came upstairs looking worn out.

"No, I haven't yet," Jeremy yawned, "I've been up for the past couple of nights trying to figure out exactly what her digital signature is to begin with and I've come up with nothing."

"Well come on, we have to go to school," Cassandra urged her bespectacled friend, "It's Monday and if we miss another day of class, Lancer's gonna kill us!"

"Can't be a worse fate than what we've already seen," Jeremy shrugged as he went upstairs to get his laptop.

Casper High School, About Fifteen Minutes Later
"I can't believe how good a time we made," Cassandra declared as Jeremy caught up to her panting. Cassandra then noticed a familiar black cat sitting in her path with a small gem in its mouth. "Donny! We haven't seen you in ages! What's that you have in your mouth?" Cassandra reached out to Donjuan and scratched behind his ears as he laid the dusty brown gem fragment on the ground.

"I found that right where Cid died," Donjuan declared, "I noticed it pulsating slightly and decided to bring it to you guys."

"We'll check it out right after school," Cassandra proclaimed, "As for right now, why don't you head on home and get yourself a saucer of milk."

"You know I'm lactose intolerant," Donjuan replied, tail flicking angrily, "And you also know that I don't like to be patronized like that."

"Okay, then get yourself a cup of coffee," Jeremy wheezed, still trying to catch his breath.

"Now that sounds like a good idea," Donjuan purred, trotting towards home.

"Sometimes I swear that I'll never understand that cat," Cassandra stated, shaking her head as she watched Donjuan happily trot home.

"Think that I could see that gem," Jeremy inquired.

"Why bother," Cassandra replied, "It's an incomplete soul gem. I think that it might be Cid's, but I have no way to tell without it getting reformatted and maybe defragmented."

"I guess we'll have to talk to Alan and Xavier about that after school," Jeremy sighed, sounding rather defeated.

"Well, yeah," Cassandra replied as they walked up the school steps, "You haven't slept in two days; we'll knock you out if we have too."

"You're kidding, right," Jeremy asked with uncertainty in his voice.

"You'll see," Cassandra declared as she skipped towards the front door of the school.

"Sometimes I swear I'll never understand that girl," Jeremy stated, shaking his head as he walked toward where Cassandra had just gone off to.

Third Period, Mr. Lancer's Classroom
"Okay class, today we'll be talking about your reading assignment on The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn," Mr. Lancer declared, ignoring the groans emitting from the entire class. He also ignored the looks that Cassandra was giving another girl in the class. She had shoulder length black hair tied into a ponytail, brown eyes, wore a black t-shirt with a white and red spiraling pattern going down the arms, black cargo pants with a similar pattern going down the legs, red slip-on shoes, and three studs in her left ear.

"What are you staring at Cassandra," Sam asked Cassandra.

"That girl, I swear I've never seen her before yet she looks so familiar," Cassandra replied.

"Well, you do have the same tendency to sleep in class as Odd," Sam stated in a hushed tone referring to their purple loving friend in the back snoring away, "But you could have seen her in the halls; she has been here since kindergarten so she isn't exactly the new girl."

"No that can't be it," Cassandra refuted, "She looks like somebody I've known for years. I just can't place my finger on who exactly it is."

"I don't know what to tell you," Sam replied, "But I will say this: her name is Cassie Krowlen."

"For some reason, Krowlen doesn't quite seem to fit her," Cassandra replied.

"Is there something that you'd like to tell the class Ms. Malsvir," Mr. Lancer proclaimed.

"No sir," Cassandra replied, sitting bolt upright in her chair.

"Then maybe you'd like to recite to the class some of the more obscure facts about Mark Twain," Mr. Lancer stated, getting a smug look on his face.

"Again, gah," Cassandra replied, "I already had to do a paper on Mark Twain last year for American Literature."

"Then you should be able to astound us, shouldn't you," Mr. Lancer replied with his eyebrow arched. Cassandra sighed as she stood up and started reciting all the obscure facts about Mark Twain that she could remember, indeed astounding the entire class, including Mr. Lancer. Unbeknownst to Cassandra, Cassie had been listening intently to their entire conversation, trying to glean any information that she needed.

"I think that's enough Ms. Malsvir," Mr. Lancer stated, letting Cassandra sit back down with a smug look on her face. "In light of Ms. Malsvir's knowledge, today will be a free hour while I make a quiz for all of you on the information she just spouted off. I hope that all of you were paying attention." Mr. Lancer grinned inwardly at the chagrin of his students, hoping that they would take this opportunity to better themselves. Cassandra decided to take this opportunity to go over to Danny and talk to him.

"Hey Danny, you have study hall with Xavier and Alan, right," Cassandra asked her raven-haired friend.

"Yeah, why do you ask," Danny replied hesitantly, not seeing what Cassandra was getting at.

"Good, give this to them," Cassandra stated, putting the soul gem fragment in Danny's palm, "And tell them that I suspect that it is what is left of Cid's soul gem. Xavier will know exactly what to do and Alan might be able to help."

"Alright, I'll give them the message," Danny stated with uncertainty obvious in his voice. He decided that this must be very important so he put the hand with the fragment in his pocket and turned it intangible, depositing the gem just below the surface of the skin in his leg.

"Thanks Danny," Cassandra proclaimed cheerfully as she returned to her seat. Danny just looked at her and shook his head. He felt the gem pulsate slightly within his leg and started to wonder about whether there was some truth to what Cassandra was saying.

After School, Nysis Headquarters
"Cassandra, Alan and I have come up with a plan for this fragment," Xavier stated.

"I'm just glad that I'm going to get to be an integral part of one of the great Xavier's plans," Alan grinned sarcastically.

"Too much patronization for my tastes, but this is a good cup of joe," Donjuan proclaimed from the couch, sitting cross-legged holding the cup of coffee.

"You are one weird cat," Alan stated matter-of-factly.

"What's so weird about me," Donjuan inquired, taking a sip of his coffee.

"For one thing, you're holding that cup of coffee without opposable thumbs," Alan declared, "For another thing, you're sitting just like a human would while drinking their coffee. And for one last thing, YOU'RE ACTUALLY HOLDING A CONVERSATION WITH ME!"

"Does that make me weird or does that make you crazy," Donjuan replied.

"…Touché," Alan responded.

"Anyway…back to the plan," Xavier proclaimed, slightly weirded out by the conversation, "During Ymir, Damon, whatever he wants to call himself's last attack, Alan managed to get several flawless diamonds when he used data drain on the frost giants. If my theory is correct, he might be able to use his data drain on all of the crystals to recreate Cid's soul gem in its complete form. At this point I should be able to recreate Cid using the method that he gleaned from Sahra."

"Wouldn't it be easier just to let Sahra recreate Cid at that point," Cassandra inquired.

"Sh-shut up, I want to be an integral part of this plan," Xavier declared.

"But by coming up with the way to recreate Cid's soul gem, haven't you already made yourself an integral part of this plan," Cassandra countered.

"Touché," Xavier replied.

"Hey, no line stealing for you," Alan stated from the stairs as he was going up to his room to retrieve the diamonds.

"Thank Franz that he didn't say soup this time," Xavier sighed.

"We ran out of soup, otherwise I would have," Alan stated as he came back down the stair with his arms full of diamonds.

"That's right, I forgot all about that," Xavier responded. Alan turned into his digital form and laid the diamonds out in a circular pattern. Xavier then put the dusty brown gem fragment in the center of the circle.

"Let's do this! Data Drain," Alan shouted. The golden beam extended from the bracelet formed by the joining of his weapons and hit all of the jewels on the ground. The jewels shook violently before coming together, emitting a dusty brown light as the converged into the fragment in the center. When the light faded away, a complete soul gem lay still on the floor.

"SUCCESS," Xavier called out.

"Finally, I'll have somebody intelligent to talk to," Donjuan stated as he set down his empty cup and curled into a ball to fall asleep.

"Now just to take this down to the scanners to make the next step way easier," Xavier proclaimed, ignoring Donjuan's statement. Danny and Sahra entered the house laughing at this time.

"Oh, I see that you got the first step done already," Sahra stated.

"I just realized, you've never witnessed this process before Danny," Xavier stated, "Why don't you come down to the lab and witness the return of El Cid?"

"Why not, I just have a quiz to study for no thanks to Cassandra," Danny shrugged.

"Hey, I already told you that I'd tell you everything that I knew," Cassandra retorted.

"That still doesn't forgive that it's your fault that we have this test now," Danny retorted in kind.

"Okay you two, let's cut the chatter," Xavier demanded, "We're going to need to grab the sword and gun belt from out back just in case we're going to need a focus for this."

"Already done," Alan proclaimed, walking in with the aforementioned items.

"Sometimes, I hate you," Xavier declared.

"You're just jealous because I'm thinking of this stuff before you do," Alan responded.

"Touché," Xavier replied.

"And this day is brought to you by the word touché," Cassandra sighed, rolling her eyes. The assembled members of the group went down to the computer lab and readied the procedure that was necessary.

"Are you sure that I need to be in the scanner with the soul gem," Sahra inquired.

"I'm positive; it'll act as a halfway point between the virtual and real worlds. You should be able to perform your genetic manipulation without ever having to leave the lab," Xavier replied.

"If Cid appears without any clothes on, I will hurt you. You realize that don't you," Sahra declared, glaring daggers at Xavier. Xavier just gulped as he sent got the virtualization process to stop as soon as the ring reached the top. At that moment, Danny's ghost sense went off.

"I get the feeling that if we see your breath at room temperature, it's usually not a good thing," Alan stated.

"You'd be right," Danny responded as he looked around the room, trying to find the source of his ghost sense going off. Xavier then received a message on the super calculator.

"Looks like we got another mysterious e-mail," Xavier stated as he opened the message.

"What does it say," Danny inquired.

"Sahra has not the power to do this on her own. I shall help you in the resurrection of your fallen comrade," Xavier declared, getting cold shivers as he read the message.

"What does it mean," Danny asked his spiky haired friend.

"I think that Sahra is about to find out," Xavier stated, turning towards the activated scanner.

Inside the scanner, Sahra gasped as a woman in her early twenties materialized in front of her. Even as a ghost, Sahra recognized who this woman was. The ghost wore a lab coat that looked as though the ends had been burned, high heels, and had long flowing hair. Her eyes were hidden behind her thin glasses, but Sahra knew them all too well. The two worked in concert to bring manipulate Cid's soul gem to rematerialize his form. Within a matter of moments, a swarm of dusty brown lights started coming from the crystal.

"It looks like my job here is done for the moment," the ghost declared.

"When will I see you again," Sahra asked the ghost.

"Very soon, my daughter," the ghost stated as she faded away. When she was gone, the lights coalesced into the form of Cid, wearing his classic Lyoko outfit. The ring lowered, revealing the two of them for the entire world to see.

"Well, the good news is that my ghost sense stopped going off," Danny stated.

"Is there any bad news here," Cassandra stated, overjoyed to see her dead friend alive and well again.

"Yeah, we still don't know which ghost it was that intervened," Danny responded.

"I do," Sahra whispered, "It was mother."

"Are you serious," Xavier declared incredulously.

"Yes, she helped me resurrect Cid," Sahra replied.

"Okay, who's mother," Danny inquired, sounding very confused, "I thought that you were created as an AI!"

"I was, but that doesn't mean that I can't have a mother," Sahra replied. The entire room turned to look at Cid as he sat bolt upright.

"How do you feel, man," Alan inquired.

"It was horrible," Cid declared, "I now know what happens when a video game character dies! All you see is black with giant gold letters saying game over! It was HORRIBLE!"

"At least we know that you're alright," Xavier laughed at Cid's first words in a couple of months.

"I'm serious," Cid shouted, "That was the only thing that I saw the entire time that I was dead! Oh, thanks for keeping my weapons for me. I really wanted to shoot those letters but I couldn't."

"Finally, someone I can talk to," Donjuan shouted as he leapt from the top of the stairs into Cid's arms.

"Hey, did you honestly expect me to be dead forever," Cid proclaimed.

"After the accidental slip-up on my part, kind of," Donjuan replied sheepishly.

"Well fear no more because El Cid has returned," Cid declared boisterously, getting laughs out of everybody present.

"I think that we need to scare everybody else when they get here," Alan declared, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then this is going to be fun," Cid proclaimed, getting an equally mischievous grin on his face.

"This has bad new written all over it," Sahra gulped.

Twenty Minutes Later
The rest of the group was sitting in the living room on one of the various couches, completely unaware of the fly on the ceiling waiting to strike. If flies could laugh, this one would be giggling like a madman at what it was about to do. It positioned itself right above Odd, expecting him to be the perfect target. Cassandra decided to walk into the room at this time.

"Hey guys, how's it going," Cassandra asked energetically. Everybody turned to look at her, not noticing the fly zip into the open bag of Odd's candy.

"Fine, I guess," Odd replied. He turned back around and opened the bag of candy further. When he did this Cid quickly transformed into a raccoon and jumped onto Odd's face. "AHHH GET IT OFF OF ME!" Cassandra burst into laughter as everybody else got a shocked look on their face. The raccoon fell off of Odd's face and transformed into Cid, rolling on the floor laughing his head off.

"What the hell," Sam declared, not missing a beat, "That can still be defined as animal cruelty you know!"

"Who cares, I'm a human that can transform into animals," Cid proclaimed through fits of laughter, "But funny is funny!"

"It won't be funny when I get my hands on you," Odd shouted.

"Catch me if you can," Cid responded as he transformed into a cat and bolted out of the cat door.

"You have to come home sometime, Odd shouted after Cid as he flopped back down, "So what's on TV?" Everyone laughed at Odd's bounce back from the scare of his life while Cid had already managed to get to the park before he realized that Odd wasn't chasing him at all. Cid managed to pout while still in the form of a cat, making the few people who saw this burst out in laughter.

A Very Familiar Part of the Net
"Very soon I shall have that which I rightfully deserve," GEVI mused to herself, "And when that happens, all those brats back on Nysis are going to wish that they had never messed with me." GEVI quickly cracked the entry code for the sphere before her and entered with nary a trace.