Disclaimer: No, I don't own The Breakfast Club…and I cry about it every day.

I DO however, own Connie Bender, Nick Harrison, Kyle Andrews, Sean Dawson and Daf Pearson….So HA!

Chapter 10 : The Play Date That Never Was

"THAT'S your mom?" chorused both Connie and Daf.

Connie checked the name under the photo.

Allison Reynolds.

Kyle cocked an eyebrow. "Well, it looks like her, and that's her name, so YEAH, I'm pretty sure that's her!"

Dag glared at him. "Don't have a cow, idiot!"

Kyle gave her a puzzled look. "Don't have a Cow Idiot? What the hell is a Cow Idiot, a mentally- challenged cow?"

"Oh, Lord…" muttered Connie.

"Why are you such a moron?" Daf asked, scowling.

"Hey, I have every right to ask questions!" Kyle told her. "Just because you say something stupid that I don't understand, which is understandable, does NOT give you the right to make fun of me!" He pouted and glanced over at Connie. "Some people are just so cruel!"

"You stupid – "

"…And how can I HAVE a Cow Idiot, anyway? Cuz I'm pretty sure that guys aren't able to do that."

"Kyle – "

" – Unless Mr. Jardine, the Health teacher, was lying to me …"

"KYLE!"

Kyle looks over at Connie. "Yessum?"

Ignoring Daf's obvious sigh of annoyance, Connie continued.

"Is your dad in here, too?" she asked.

Sean grimaced as he peeled the piece of tape off another urinal drain, using paper towel, for sanitary reasons.

"I can't believe guys still try to take a piss when it's obvious that the urinal's been plugged," he said, then glared at Nick, " I also can't believe you aren't the one who's cleaning this up, seeing as how you're the evil mastermind behind this…unsanitary disaster."

Nick, who had been scrubbing the phone numbers off the wall (slowly, of course, he needed time to copy them down after all), glanced over at Sean and rolled his eyes. "OK, one? Guys don't try taking the tape off because most of them know that it's my handy work, and you don't DARE mess with the creativity of an evil mastermind…thanks for that compliment by the way, that scores me another promotion. Two? Everybody just wants to see Vernon's reaction when he sees it, and if somebody tries to peel it off before he sees it, there's absolutely no fun in that."

"But how do you know that Vernon would figure out that he's D.V?" Sean asked.

"I don't," Nick replied, smiling, "but confusing him is part of the fun."

Sean also smiled at the thought. "Yeah," he agreed, "he'll probably be scratching his head for a long time, trying to figure it out."

"Well, that should give his ass a nice long break then, don'tcha think?" said Nick.

Sean chuckled, then he glanced over at the wall. "Hey, we don't have much time left, you need some help cleanin' the rest of that off?"

"Nah, I'm OK," Nick replied. "I think I'm gonna leave some of these up, anyway, in case not all of your horny bastard friends have seen these."

"My horny bastard friends were probably the ones who wrote most of these," said Sean, then he walked up to the wall and his eyes scanned over all the names and phone numbers.

"Hey," he said, frowning, "somebody put Daf's number up here!"

"Yeah…" Nick muttered, "they got Connie up here, too."

Nick snatched the wet rag out of Nick's hand and started scrubbing Daf's name and number off the wall, while Nick wondered just what Connie Bender could've done to get her name on the wall.

" That's him, right there," Kyle pointed to the black and white photo of his father, which was actually on the same page as his mother's picture.

Connie gently took the yearbook out of Kyle's hands, gazing at the picture he had pointed to. "Wow, " she said, "you look a lot like your dad."

It was true. Though Kyle's face was a bit thinner, and his hair was actually a bit lighter, he was practically the spitting image of his father.

Daf went over to Connie for a better look at the picture, then she gave Kyle a puzzled look.

"Hey," she said, "this guy's name is Andrew Clark."

If the other two would have been looking at Connie at that moment, they'd notice her head shoot up and her eyes going wide, as if she realized something for the first time.

"Andrew Clark…" she murmered.

Not hearing Connie, Kyle addressed Daf's comment.

"Yeah," he said, "that's his name."

"But your last name is Andrews, not Clark – "

" - His dad died when he was five," Connie interrupted.

Kyle gave her a puzzled look.

"How did you know that?" he asked.

Connie smiled, weakly.

"I was at the funeral," she said.

Suddenly, the door to the library banged open and Nick entered the room, with a proud look on his face.

"Ahh…home, sweet home!" he said.

Sean rolled his eyes as he followed Nick into the room, but Gus gently caught him by the arm, stopping him.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes," Gus told him, "so warn them."

Sean nodded and Gus left, closing the door behind him.

Nick slung one arm around Connie's shoulders, and another arm around Kyle's shoulders.

"So," he said, smiling and glancing between the two of them, "who missed me? C'mon, honestly, now!" he then looked at Connie, and grinned. "It was you, wasn't it, darlin'?"

"You were there?" Kyle asked, ignoring Nick.

Nick gave him a puzzled look.

"Yeah, man, I was cleanin' up the bathrooms with Sporty Spice over here," he said, nodding in Sean's direction, "you knew that."

"I'm not talkin' to you right now," Kyle told him, then refocused his attention on Connie. "You were at my dad's funeral?"

Nick, surprised, looked over at Connie again. "Whoa," he said, "you were there? Damn, I would've remembered you if you were there!"

"Yeah, so would I," said Kyle.

Sean gave Daf a puzzled look, but she just waved him off.

Sean rolled his eyes and looked over at the other three.

"Hey, Nick!" he called.

Nick glanced over at the two of them and Sean waved him over. Nick gave Kyle a small pat on the back, then headed over to Sean and Daf.

"What's goin' on?" Sean asked him.

Nick glanced at Daf, but she looked away, avoiding his eyes.

Quietly, Nick started to explain.

"Kyle's dad died in a car accident when he was five, " he explained, "both his parents actually went to school here, too."

"Which would explain why Connie was at the funeral," Daf realized.

Nick nodded. "When Kyle was eleven, his mom remarried, so she and Kyle changed their last names again."

"So Kyle Andrews used to be…Kyle Clark," Daf finished.

Nick nodded.

A few feet away, Kyle and Connie were putting the last pieces of the puzzle together.

"Y'know what?" Kyle told her, "I think I remember you."

Connie smiled. "Yeah, I remember you, too," she said. "Of course, you were a lot shorter then."

"And you still appear to be the same height," Kyle told her.

Connie punched him in the arm.

As Kyle clutched his arm and winced, Connie smiled. "Sorry," she said, "Bender reflex."

"I'll settle for that excuse," said Kyle, still rubbing his arm, "for now."

Connie shrugged, "So, our parents were friends in high school. It's kinda freaky, when ya think about it."

"What's so freaky about it?" Kyle asked.

"Well, y'know," she said. "Our parents knew each other back in high school, then you and I actually meet at your funeral, but we totally block it out until now, twenty years after our parents graduated from this same high school."

"Hey," said Kyle, "at my dad's funeral, didn't your mom even suggest that you and I have a play date or something?"

Connie shrugged, "She might have, that sounds like something my mom would do."

"Yeah, I think she did," Kyle murmered, "but we didn't end up having that play date, did we?"

Connie shook her head. "Not that I can remember."

"Wow, "Kyle muttered," it was The Play Date That Never Was..."

"Poetic, yet sad…"

"…A real Tony Award winner."

"Who won a Tony Award?" Nick asked, appearing next to Kyle.

Kyle smirked. "First tell me what a Tony Award is, then I'll tell you who won it."

Nick paused, obviously without a clue on that particular subject.

"Doesn't Tony Hawk give it out every year?"

"No," Kyle replied.

"Toni Braxton?"

"Nope."

"Tony Danza?"

Kyle gave him a quizzical look. "Tony Danza?"

"Well, excuse me for being a 'Who's The Boss' fan!" said Nick. "Damn, I miss that show…!"

Connie and Kyle just laughed.

And there it is! Chapter 10! Kyle's paternity is finally revealed!

Fate certainly works in mysterious ways, eh? (I'm Canadian, it's my national obligation to say "eh")

And I DO apologize to any of you heartbroken Andrew Clark fans out there. Hey, I'm a fan, too! That's why I had him father Allison's child!

Even if you don't love me anymore, which, I hope is not the case, at least press the pretty button and tell me in Review format, OK?

Pretty please?

And up next : Daf does manual labour! Will she break a nail, or won't she? TUNE IN TO FIND OUT!

- Ace's Buddy