This will be my last update until Monday afternoon becuase I'm getting shipped off to my grandmother's house and there's no wifi there! irk...I'll contiune to work on the story though. Yeah, consider this a filler chapter if you want. I just this would be an interesting idea to work with, and from the chapter title, I bet you can guess what I mean.

I do not own Pandora Hearts in any way

Chapter 10: Pandora

I tried to think of what I possibly wanted to do today, I mean it was a day off from school because it was a holiday, but it seemed things would of remained rather calm. After breakfast, Sasha left for work, and me and Leo took to the books.

It was quite peaceful. Whether we were back to back, side to side, face to face, or just laying under the clear sky of that day, we were reading and listening to many songs. Sometimes, we'd play piano and Leo would teach me how (I only knew how to play Lacie since I don't use the piano that often), but we would then go back to reading.

Thinking back to yesterday, Leo seemed to be returning to his normal self. Back then, I noticed something; through this calm personality, he is unstable inside, proven through when he yelled at me during that incident. Today, he was much more calm, unlike before. I was happy to see him finally alive with his usual personality.

What I also noticed, is that he seemed to be getting better. He wasn't really compltely well, but better than before. He still didn't eat much, but his fever had broken and he could move around at least. I asked him once if he was feeling better and he just answered me with a quiet nod, so I took that as a yes.

It was a break in a cloudy sky, however, unbeknownst to both of us, things were about to change for us.

The next day, I had to go back to school, our small break over. Today, I had on my usual outfit; a white shirt, cameo capris, and my usual black boots and fingerless gloves.

"Hey, Carrie, where are you going?" Leo asked as I slipped on my navy blue mod jacket and buttoned it. He sat on the couch in our living room reading Incarceron, half of his attention to the book.

"You're looking well." I said, noticing that his condition had greatly improved from yesterday, but I answered his question all the same. "I gotta go to school. I'll be back at 3:00."

"Where do you go to school?"

"Kara High School." My school wasn't really much to look at, just a small one story school. "Hey, I got an idea. After school, why don't we head down to the plaza and look for some new clothes for you."

He looked slightly confused, which made me smile. Seriously, he did need some new clothes.

"There's a shop down there that sells clothes that appear as if they were made in your time. I'd bet we could find you some old fashioned clothes like that."

He smiled and started reading the book in his hands again. "That sounds great."

'Good.' I thought as I grabbed my bag and walked out the front door.

It was nearly 3:00, which meant Carrie would be back soon. Before she left this morning, she came up with an idea to go to some shop down at the plaza. She seemed really intent on this, so better to just go with it, besides, it could be fun.

I recalled the day before, how we just laid around reading and listening to music by Hammock. Even though I've never heard music like this before, I was starting to like it. I guess after hanging around Carrie for a little more than a week, I'd get used to the things she liked.

At the moment, I lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling. The book I was reading was at my side, but I felt too tiered to read it. My body was still a little weak, but I could still get up and move around. I better do that anyway, she'd be back soon and she left me some old clothes to change into.

My memories faintly recalled what happened yesterday. I can't even remember the last time I cried like that. But Carrie...she had been so open, understanding, and comforting. She wasn't afraid to share her own opinion. In short, she was like...just a normal girl, even if small pieces of sadness were hiding behind her eyes. There was nothing special, not like possessing a Chain or anything; she was just a kind and gentile girl and nothing more.

I stretched as I got out of bed, my joints aching slightly from not moving around that much. I was just about to grab the clothes Carrie had left for me, when I heard something from outside my room. Curious, I opened the door and saw a picture frame lying on the floor.

"Hmm." I said as I walked over to the frame and picked it up. "Now why would this-"

My words were cut off when something grabbed me from behind and placed something over my mouth. I struggled with all my might against this person, but I couldn't escape their grasp. Soon, I could barley move my arms and everything started spinning.

'Damn.' Then I couldn't move at all. I lost all feeling and darkness closed in around me, even my own thoughts seemed blank. The only thing I could hear for a small moment was the sound of my own heartbeat as I lost consciousness.

"And that covers Newton's third law of motion." My teacher said, wrapping up the boring lecture on the three laws of motion, even though everyone knew them by now. As if on cue, the bell rang and everyone got up to leave.

"Hey, Carrie." One of my friends said, walking up next to me. "You doing anything after school?"

"Sorry, Grace. I'm going to the plaza with Leo." I answered.

"Isn't he that boy you found last week? I hear he's been living with you, is that true?"

I blushed and turned my eyes away from her. "Maybe."

I heard her laugh. "So, you finally snagged yourself a boy!"

"Oh, shut up. We're just friends." With that, I distanced myself from her, not wanting to hear anymore of her accusations, which could of gotten really weird.

When I exited the building, I started walking towards home. It wasn't that far, and besides, my bike was right at the bottom of the hill that our school sat on. Even so, it would take me a few minutes to reach my house from here.

I reached down to unchain my bike, but then a hand covered my mouth and pulled me away from my bike. Their grip was strong, seeing as how I couldn't get away and they were dragging me away. I tried to scream, but it was muffled to the point were it was inaudible.

"Shh."

"Okay, you mind explaining to me what the hell is going on?" I shouted to the man across from me. Moments ago, I'd been dragged into this carriage and this guy sits down across from me. He has light brown hair and is dressed in some kind of uniform. Also, he has a sort of open yet annoying smile.

"Ha-ha. Over dramatic as usual, Carrie-kun." He said.

"What the-?" I exclaimed, surprised by the mention of my own name. "How do you know my name?"

"Well, around these parts you are quite known, so who wouldn't know your name?"

Okay, this guy was really starting to tick me off. "Enough with this. Why are you-"

The carriage came to a stop suddenly. "Ah." The man said, getting up from his seat. "Even though we've only been talking for a short time, it seems he's brought the other."

"Other? What oth-" As soon as he opened the door, another man tossed someone inside. I could feel anger bubbling up inside me, because on the floor was Leo, clearly unconscious.

"What did you do to him?" The other man flinched and tried to run away, but the one I'd been talking to reached out and grabbed his arm, keeping him in his place.

"Now, now, Artie. There's no need to be afraid of her." He said. "I swear, you're just like your ancestor. Get in the carriage."

The man called Artie nodded and climbed in, taking a seat next to the other and closed the door.

"Don't worry about him." He said, noticing that I was looking at Leo with extreme worry. "Artie here just put him to sleep temporally, he should be awake soon."

I glanced at Artie, but he seemed to be frozen in place, not saying a word. Just then, I heard a small groan. I looked back at Leo, tilting his head up at me.

"See, what did I tell you?" I helped Leo up and he sat down next to me, readjusting his glasses.

"You didn't even change into the clothes I left out for you?" I said, glancing at the clothes he was wearing.

"Well, I was kind of ambushed before I got the chance." He said in his usual quiet voice.

"How is that...okay, forget it. We kind of have a bigger problem here." I glared at the two men across from us. Artie, flinched again while the other smiled.

"Well, now that you're both here, I think some introductions are in order. I am Maverick Rivet, and this is Artie Vandervere." He explained, gesturing to himself, then to Artie.

I nodded. "Alright then. And considering you know my name, you must know my friend's name too."

"Ah, yes. Leo." Maverick answered.

"Where are you two taking us?" Leo asked.

He answered the question with a laugh, then continued. "To Reveil, or more specify, Pandora."

After a half hour ride, the carriage finally stopped at a large building near the clock tower of Reveil. We got out the carriage, following Maverick and Artie. I wasn't overly surprised that they took us here, having visited Reveil a few times with Elliot, but Carrie seemed to be in total wonder.

"You've never been to Reveil?" I asked her.

She turned her eyes away from looking at buildings to me, annoyance lingering in her eyes. "Never, although, I'm not surprised you would have."

"Yes, and things practically look the same as back then,"

"Hey, do you think those guys might actually work for Pandora?" She asked, her voice more quieter.

I thought about it for a moment; those uniforms they were wearing, they did look like they were uniforms from Pandora. "Maybe, but we don't know for sure yet."

I heard Maverick snicker and we turned our heads towards him. Carrie seemed irritated with this person's laughter.

"Hey, What's so funny?" She demanded.

He turned around to face us. "Well, if we didn't, why would we be taking you here?"

As he said that, he lead us inside the building the carriage had parked in front of. Inside, the place was very old fashioned, just like it was in my time. So, judging by the information that had been provided for us, this place was...Pandora?

After walking down a long hallway, we were led inside a large room were three other people that were probably a few years older than us, were waiting. They were all wearing similar uniforms, but they were different also. One was a blond with a warm smile and she was flipping through countless papers. There was also a red haired boy who just sat by and looked at us, nodding slowly once. The last was a black haired girl wearing glasses who was polishing a sword with a cloth.

"Ah, so you've brought them." The red haired person said.

"Ha-ha! They're here!" The blond exclaimed.

"Hmm. I thought they'd put up more of a struggle." The black haired girl said, being the last to speak up.

"Thank you all for coming." Maverick said, him and Artie sitting down with them.

I looked at each of their faces, observing their features, the expressions on their faces. These five were gathered here, for us apparently, although it was unclear as to why they were here or why we were here.

"Um, you all are...?" Carrie asked with confusion.

"These people here, including myself, work for Pandora." Maverick answered.

"So this is indeed Pandora." I spoke up.

"Yes. Where did you think we were taking you?"

"That boy is quiet." The red haired boy said, again, his voice monotone.

"Whoa, I still don't understand any of this." She interrupted. "Who are you people? Why are we here?"

Maverick stood up. "All five of us work for Pandora. We are five of the best agents here. Although, there is something that divides these four from myself, even though we work together."

"What exactly would that be?" He smiled at my question and looked back at the others then back at us.

"You see, these four were appointed not only for their skills, but because of their heritage." He then pointed to the blond girl. "This is Tracy Wood, descendant of Oz Vessalius." Next, to Artie. "You already know him, but he is the descendant of Gilbert Nightray." Then to the black haired girl. "Thorn Rail, who, like yourself, Carrie, is the descendant of Sharon Rainsworth."

"Oh, so we could be related in some way?"

"Heh...maybe, my friend." Thorn said.

"And finally," He said, finishing the introductions with the red haired boy. "This is Philip Newman, descendant of Rufus Barma."

"It's nice to met you all." I gave them a light smile, and Tracy jumped up from her chair.

"Quite. Maverick's talked a lot about you, so we discussed it." She said cheerfully.

"Wait, what exactly did you discus?" Carrie was now becoming more on edge, probably because she wasn't getting the answers she wanted.

"You see, Carrie, Leo," Thorn stopped polishing her sword and looked at us with icy blue eyes. "We want the both of you to come work alongside us at Pandora."

I'll admit, I wasn't expecting that. We get taken here, introduced to these people who are descendants of people I knew in my time, and now, they're asking us to join Pandora. I remember me and Elliot doing the same upon his request, mainly because he was determined to find the headhunter. But, of course, the truth became known at Oz-kun's second coming-of-age ceremony.

"Whoa, why us exactly? What makes us so special?" Carrie's voice was laced with disbelief.

"Let me elaborate on that for you." Artie answered, for the first time in a while. "We detected an abnormality in energy regarding the Abyss. We theorize that this is an imbalance in energy. Oddly enough, you appeared afterwards." He gestured to me, then to Carrie. "We then heard news that you found this boy, so we decided to launch our own investigation to find out more regarding this imbalance and how it implies you two."

"I was the head of this investigation, so I tracked you two down using information from the news, and did more investigating." Maverick interrupted.

"Wait, so you were-"

"Spying? If you want to think of it that way, yes." Carrie opened her mouth to say something, but Maverick cut in again. "I thought it was quite cute to see you comforting him while he cried his eyes out to you."

Her mouth dropped open and I realized what he was talking about. That time, he was watching us through the rain, hidden to our eyes.

"Carrie, I know you may think of this as imprudent, and I agree, it might have been a bit unnecessary, but this was an important part of our decision." Philip spoke up before Carrie had a chance to lash out at them. "You seem to posses an energy that gives you determination to fulfill your goal. And like us, we also believe that there are some things that were shadowed by false facts, like the fact of the true name of Elliot Nightray's servant, the boy in front of us."

'They know?' It was clearly obvious that they knew my name, but saying that they knew I was Elliot's servant, it also meant that they knew that I wasn't from this time.

"Ah-ha! You poor boy!" Tracy exclaimed. "Yes, yes. We know. But, if you are with us, you could provide us with very useful details, and you too may also have a skill as well."

"Carrie, Leo, think about it." Maverick said. "This opportunity would serve as a great chance for both of you to learn about the true past, rewrite what is wrong. So, why would you pass this up?"

They all stood, a suit of potentially powerful people. "What do you choose?"

I knew for Carrie, this would be an opportunity to pursue her desire, but I'm not sure how this would affect me. They only seem to be interested because of my name, but if I could find the reason why I was chosen to be that container, it would ease some stress off my mind. However, this could also be a chance to start over.

"Leo, what do you think?" Carrie asked. "I mean, yeah, this could help me with my research, but I'm not sure if you're willing, especially with what's happened in your life."

I stood silent for a moment, thinking everything over, but then I gave her my answer. "I know how big a deal this must be for you right now, and I just want to say this; I want to help you. I'll help you find those answers as well as my own. I still, after all this time, don't understand why I was chosen, so I'll search for that too. Also, I think I could start over, actually help others instead of hurting them."

I took her hands (don't know why) and gazed into her clear blue eyes. "I accept."

"Well, have you made up your mind?" Maverick interrupted. We turned to them, a smile on our faces.

"We accept your offer." We said in unison (surprisingly)

"Well, now that all is said and done." Artie said. "You can both go on your way."

"Ah, can you drop us off at the plaza in Kara?" She then cocked her head to the side and grinned at me. "I'll take you to that shop like I promised."

"I'd like that." Right now, I wanted a little relaxation, and strangely enough, Carrie's offer was perfect.

As the carriage rolled off, Tracy, Artie, Thorn, and Philip joined Maverick as he watched it disappear out of sight.

"Hey, Maverick." Thorn said in almost annoyance. "There's something strange about the boy."

"Leo? Yes, if what you said is true, then he is...?" Artie joined in.

"From 200 years ago, he was the container?" Tracy's voice was less cheery than usual.

"Baskerville." Philip finished.

Maverick turned to them, knowing the same thought was on all their minds. "We don't know for certain if he still has those abilities, or if 'that person' still dwells within him. It shouldn't be that way anymore, but...well, only time can tell us the true answers."

(Dream)

She wandered in the garden, the petals from trees being blown all around her. Her eyes were looking for someone, and there, by the river under the shadow of a tree, did she find him.

"There you are." She said, coming up from behind him.

Her voice startled him as he turned around sharply to face her. Upon seeing her face, he breathed a sigh of relief and put a hand to his chest, obviously trying to clam his quickly beating heart.

"Oh, God. Please don't scare me like that."

"Sorry."

"Aren't you supposed to be with Jack-sama?" He asked her.

She let out a small chuckle. "Nah. He's with Glen-sama right now or visiting Alice."

He nodded. "I see."

She then cocked her head off to the side and put a hand to his forehead. "Are you alright? You feel feverish."

He pulled away from her so her hand wasn't on him anymore. "I'm fine. I just don't do well in heat. Why do you think I'm in the shade?"

"You hate both summer and winter, and it's not that warm out." He didn't look at her, instead diverting his attention to the river. "Look, I know your health isn't that good, and I know you can get very sick if you're out in this weather for too long. Come on, let me take you inside."

He blinked before taking her arm. "Fine, I'll..." His whole body suddenly tilted forward, but she caught him in her arms.

"Maybe I should get you some medicine while I'm at it." She said as she helped him stand, his body swaying as they walked inside and out of garden.

(End dream)

I gasped as I awoke from the dream, sitting up in bed slightly. I took a few deep breaths before I calmed down and laid back in bed. My ears were filled with the harmony of another ambient song echoing around my room, (I need music to help me sleep) which kind of eased my mind from what I'd just seen. It wasn't a nightmare, that's for sure, but it didn't feel like a dream ether. To put it simply, it was almost like...

"Carrie?" I looked up towards my door to see Leo standing there, dressed in some new pajamas we bought.

"Ugh, please tell me this is a dream." Nope, still there. "What is it? Still with that dream?"

"Ah, no." He answered, moving closer to me. "Please don't think of this as imprudent, but, can I...sleep here for tonight?"

I blushed instantly. Thank God the lights were out. "Huh?" I almost shouted it too. "Why would you want-"

"Oh, nothing like that." He sat on my bed next to me. "I can't sleep and I...I feel really cold."

Even though I was a good person, I had the sudden urge to slap him. Just why? It's nearly 80 degrees outside, and the fans in our house only dropped it to about 76. How could anyone be cold?

"Leo, I-" I jumped slightly at a sudden icy touch on my hand. I looked to see Leo's hand on mine, a cold feeling still lingering on my hand. As I moved his hand off mine, that icy chill went through me again, and then I realized the source of the cold feeling. I put a hand on his arm and that confirmed my answer.

'His skin...it feels like ice.' Now I knew why he said he felt cold, it wasn't because he was trying to be weird, it was because he was cold.

"God. Leo, are you feeling alright?" He didn't answer me. He just sat there, trembling.

I sighed knowing there was only one thing I could do. "Okay, come here."

I moved over in my bed and pulled open a sheet. He looked at me with confusion and asked, "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, I don't want you to be cold and not get any sleep, so come here. But just this once."

He got into my bed next to me and pulled the sheets up over him. He coughed and tried his best to relax. His body was slightly pressing against mine, and I could feel him tremble, a cold feeling between us and surrounding Leo at the same time.

'I wonder, has it always been this way, or is it because he's been sick for the past week?' He was fine now, but I wonder if he was still getting over his illness. My pity was obvious in this situation. I pressed myself even closer to him and put one of my arms around him. I could tell he was surprised by this sudden embrace, but I didn't want him to be cold. I've heard of a condition like this before, and I knew that he could be put through a great deal of suffering because of this. I wanted to help him, so, this was my way, in this situation.

"Good night." I whispered.

Aw, so cute! I'm not the best at writing scenes like that, but I tried. Meanwhile, another strange dream for Carrie. She'll catch on soon enough though. Anyhow, seeing as my next update won't be until Monday afternoon, please feel free to reveiw. Much appreciated.