Authors note: Sorry I haven't written for so long. I was taking my gcse's in June and now just starting A levels, which has been stressful! Read, enjoy, review :D
Also, this cuts in slightly before the end of the last chapter, it is Flashes thoughts before he realises that Kelly's dad has died.
Flashes P.O.V
Christ, what do I do? I'm just driving, my mind is going at three thousand miles an hour, I feel deranged. There is a dying man in the passenger seat of my car, what am I meant to do about that? I can't take him to a hospital! Ruby will get into shit, and I can't watch that. But he needs a doctor or a nurse or someth-
That's it, the Matron, she has a full ward in the new building, she might be able to help. Whatever happens, St t's will help if I explain it'll help me and Kel. Right, I need to make a turn, get back to the new premises as soon as possible. Shit, he's not looking good, then again, who would be in that state.
Ok I need to stop the car. I need to think. I have a dying man sitting in my car. How is he doing? I should check. Oh shit he's stopped moving and … oh god. He's dead. I have a corpse, in my car what the fuck am I meant to do about that…
I should still go to st Trinians, they can help sort it out, but I think I'll get my family involved as well, should stop the police sticking their noses in as much, or the education department for that matter. But who to call? Who will help automatically? Dodger. That's it, my cousin dodger. He used to help me out occasionally at the school so he knows Kelly and Miss F. Why did it take me so long to think of dodge? He's still connected to the school for fucks sake, he's datin' JJ. Just shows what having a dead man in ya car can do.
Come on Dodge, pick up, pick up.
'You alrigh' Flashy' I have never been so glad to hear his voice comin' out of that phone.
'No, Dodge, shit's hit the fan, I need you to meet me at St T's asap. Drive sensible though, no police AT ALL' I know I'm talking too fast and too loud but I need to make him understand how important it is.
'Alright, What's going on?' He sounds concerned, good. That means he got it.
'Not over the phone. They've got more people tracking you than working on "the St Trinians matter" and tha's sayin' summin''
'alright, I can be there in half an hour.'
'Cheers dodge'
There it is the gates, if I can just make it to, shit sirens, I didn't think there were any police brave enough to do speed checks that close. Right, fuck it, just drive Harry, they won't follow you in there, the girls will close the gates on them, and they can repaint ya car and put new plates on.
There we go, I'm in. I can't let the first years see my passenger, I'll round the front. However, I do need one student, I can't risk goin' off and findin' Miss Fritton me self. Ah emo kids in the window.
'YOU TWO, UP THERE! Go and get Miss Fritton for me right now, tell her it's urgent!'
They ran off, come on Millie, hurry up. I can't help running over it all in my head, everything that's happened in the last few months. My whole world has been turned upside down. There she is, and behind me here is Dodger, I must have been thinking for longer than I thought. Both are hurrying towards me asking a million times over what's going on, but I have no words to answer, so I just make sure the girl who came out with Millie isn't close enough to see, and open the door to my car.
Miss Fritton's P.O.V
There is a corpse, its neck streamed with relatively gentle trickles of blood, a needle at the heart of all those little paths down its neck. And I know this corpse, it used to be called Mr Jones and it used to be Kelly's father.
I need to think very carefully about this. Aha. The basement, we're having it properly refilled, we can put him in there and concrete over it. Then make sure that we keep this property, no matter what. Right, first things first.
'Harry, Arthur' I begin, using their real names, as appropriate for such a serious situation 'go and get in the car, and be ready to move him when I say so,' and to the girl who came to fetch me 'You, girly, go and get me Annabelle and Polly, then get everyone else in the hall! NOW!'
I need to get Annabelle to guard the door to the dorms and I need to get Polly to leave the camera's firmly off. Here they are.
'Girlies. I will explain to you later, just the two of you, this is VERY serious, and very much need to know only. I am going to send all the girls to the dorm; it is your job, Annabelle to make sure they all stay there. If they demand an explanation tell them this is to help Kelly. Polly, you and your "geeks" are not to turn on ANY of the CCTV at any cost. If this messes up it puts every girlie who looks at that CCTV footage and Kelly in danger. No one is to have any contact outside of the dorm until I come and fetch you all. Is that understood?' I am hoping the serious note in my voice will come across, seeing as it is a rare occurrence. They both nod, looking scared.
'Well, get to it!' I snapped and already regret it, they jumped slightly the poor things, and now they've run off. But, onwards, I have to deal with the rest of the girls. One finger up in a sign of wait to Dodger and Flash, and now to the school hall. In here every girl is sitting, a babble of noise streaming from them, all pondering on what on earth could have happened that would warrant an unplanned "assembly". As I entered, everything has gone silent; the ends of sentences dropped off invisible cliffs as every pair of eyes focussed on me. I have to ignore this, and act like I haven't noticed, and continue walking straight onto the stage.
'Girlies, I would like every single girl to line up, quietly and efficiently in year groups and be registered. No one is, under any circumstances to say yes for another girl who is not actually present or to cover for the absence of such a girl. After you have been registered you will return immediately to the dorm, with no noise, no running, and no detours. This is of utmost importance for the safety of the school and, more importantly, Kelly and Flash. I implore, girlies, that you follow my instructions in the knowledge that I would never ask you to do such a straightjacketed, controlled, and quite frankly un-st triniansy thing were it not for extremely good reasons. Teachers, I ask you to go with the students up to the dorm; I will come and fetch you all when the time is right. Until then, do not leave. If you need to piss, do so in a pot.' I have finished (looking as sombre as I can) and muttering under my breath in a stroke of cynical humour 'I'm sure Beverley can give you one.'
All I can do now is stand and watch as all my lovely, anarchist girlies behave themselves perfectly and in complete silence. I so hope that we pull this off, I couldn't bear it if any of the girls got into trouble, or little Ruby. And as for Kelly… well Her and Flash deserve the happiness they've just managed to find… not that I can see any way for them to keep it, not unless we can get the hospital CCTV that is…