So, the good news is…. This is an update. The bad news is…. I had a… tiny little mishap with my laptop and I had to rewrite this entire thing. I had like, three or four chapters written and ready to be posted and like, eight for Shattered and I just… lost them all. And a 'game plan' for this story, drafts, ideas, every thing.

So the updates will be really slow, I'm terribly sorry. I lost pretty much everything.

Anyway, I hope you guys keep up with my crap. And speaking of crap, the crap picks up in this chapter a little bit.

Enjoy :)


Chapter Two: Back From The Dead

Present Time…

Jett Diamond descended the front stairs that led to the school building. He went to the parking lot, his ear-buds blaring music in his ears; cutting him off from the world.

He headed to his car, nodding at the girl who was leaning against the car next to his. He got in and put the keys into the ignition, backing away from the parking spot.

He heard the thud and immediately stopped the car, getting out in a hurry. His eyes widened at the sight of the girl that was standing beside the other car, she was on the ground, whimpering softly in pain.

Jett crouched by her side, trying to figure out what happened to her exactly.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, his panic rising at the side of people who were crowding around him and the car; "I swear to God I didn't even see you."

"My leg." The brunette girl said softly; "You ran over it."

"Shit." Jett muttered, his hands working fast to adjust the girl so he could lift her up and into his car; "You're gonna be fine, okay? It's probably just sprained or broken at most. I'm gonna get you to a hospital, okay?"


Jett's name flashed across Camille's cell phone, going unnoticed as the phone was currently on silent.

It was the day of the party and Camille had finished getting dressed. She was standing in the full length mirror, putting the final touches on the dress she was currently wearing.

She heard the squeaking wheels of James's wheel chair, and sure enough, he appeared in her doorway just a few seconds later.

"Isn't it a little bit to early to be dressed?"

"Guests are about to arrive." Camille said and fixed her hair, glancing his way in the mirror, "Should I call one of the servants up to help you get dressed?"

James ignored her last statement, observing her dress. It was a low cut, elegant black dress. It was simple but looked amazing; "Don't you think your dress isn't exactly the most appropriate for your age?"

"I don't look that old." Camille answered, "And it's not my fault, I have to keep up with fashion these days." She smiled sweetly and walked closer to his wheel chair, leaning down so her face was inches away from his own, her smile turning into a smirk; "Or you could have someone design a dress specifically for me, but don't forget to get someone to push your wheel chair all the way there."

"Designer, huh?" James chuckled and Camille leaned back; "God, I miss the eighties. And the nineties actually, when designer dresses were just an unattainable dream for you."

"Let's not go there."

"And living here. Who would have thought? Camille Roberts living in Beverly Hills?"

"Let's not talk about the past, James." Camille leaned down again, letting her hands fall against James's knees; "It'll just be a reminder of everything you have ever lost." She stood up straight, "Let's just have a good night, okay? Don't start now." She turned the wheel chair around and pushed James out of her room, smacking the door loudly behind him.

James shook his head and heard his phone ring. He picked it up from his jacket pocket, ignoring Jett's call. He found a text he had gotten earlier and opened it.

Tonight will be explosive. Happy anniversary, James.


"I'm not saying that you shouldn't report, I'm just asking you to wait until one of my parents pick up." Jett sighed; "None of them is picking up."

"I can't wait any longer, I'm sorry." The resident that was working on the girl's case responded; "You're not 18, still underage. And yes, she is fine besides some minor bruising, but that's the protocol. I can't hold it off any longer."

Jett sighed; "Look, I really don't like doing this, but I have to." He ran a hand through his hair, looking back up at the doctor; "If I told you that I am Jett Diamond, James Diamond's son, would that make a difference?"

The doctor frowned; "James Diamond and Camille Roberts? As in the owners of this very hospital?"

"Yes." Jett nodded; "So I guess now you can wait?"

The doctor nodded and ushered Jett into the hospital room so he could see the girl. After making sure the doctor would wait, Jett headed to the girl's room. The second he went in, he shoved his hands into his pockets as he eyed the girl, who was sitting in the hospital bed with a small cast around her ankle.

"I'm really sorry." Jett said again, "I really didn't mean to run you over, I didn't even see you."

"I know that." The girl replied, fiddling with the strap of the backpack that she had beside her. "I kinda put my foot in your way, I did it."

"Why would you do that?" Jett asked as he sat slowly in the seat beside her bed.

"I needed to talk to you." The girl replied, running a hand through her long brunette curls; "I know you're a private person and mostly keep to yourself so it would be hard for us to talk under normal circumstances." She shrugged; "I figured you'd be in a rush today anyway, to get home to the party.. I figured you wouldn't notice if the whole thing was my fault."

"You know about the party too?"

"I know a lot of things about you." She smiled slightly; "Like the fact that you have a sibling, an older sister to be exact."

Jett chuckled; "I don't have any siblings."

"Yes, you do." The girl grinned, her dimples becoming visible on her face; "I am your half sister, Jett."

And as Jett though about it; he frowned even more.

She did rather look like his mother…


The music blared so loud in the Diamond's villa, James squinted his eyes in frustration as he struggled with his wheelchair. He kept wheeling himself until he reached the makeshift stage that was set in the garden.

He motioned for the man that was DJ-ing for the night, calling him down to him. The man motioned for his assistant to go see what his deal was.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know who I am, kid?"

"Not really, sir."

"I'm the one who pays you and I can easily get rid of you." James chuckled as the man frowned, he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket, presenting the man with a CD; "Forget about the tracklist that my wife gave you, work with this one."

"Yes, sir." The man said and ascended the four steps to the stage again, handing the CD to the DJ; "He wants you to play this. Ridiculous."

"You're new." The DJ chuckled; "You should have seen them last year. It was a costume party and they were arguing because he wanted to go as Wolverine and she wanted to dress him up as Professor X. It was hilarious how he kept changing back and forth all night."

"Wow…"

A few minutes later, Logan walked into the party setting, looking around him. He walked through the guests, nodding at the ones he vaguely remembered. He tugged at his necktie, searching with his eyes for someone he knew.

He finally spotted James on his wheelchair by one of the tables. He walked towards the other brunette, "Hi, James."

James's head whipped to the side in surprise at the voice he hadn't heard in years. "Logan?" He said in surprise and stretched his hand hesitantly to shake Logan's. He turned to his guests, excusing himself before rolling his wheelchair backwards. Logan stepped back, giving James space to turn his wheelchair around and then kept in pace with the wheelchair.

"You look surprised that I'm here."

"I definitely didn't expect it."

"I don't get it; you sent me an invitation, right?"

"Not really." James stopped his wheelchair, clasping his hands on his lap; "It must have been Camille."

Logan nodded and looked away, rubbing the back of his head; his salt and pepper strands of hair standing as he ruffled them. He didn't notice Camille as she approached from behind his back, going to stand by James, letting her hand fall to the handle of James's wheelchair.

"Logan?" Camille said in surprise when he looked back towards James.

Logan swallowed the lump that grew in his throat; "Hi, Camille." He cleared his throat; "Congrats."

"Thank you." She looked him up and down and sighed softly; "I-uh.. I need to borrow James for a second."

"Sure."

Camille smiled slightly, pushing James's wheelchair towards their house; feeling Logan's gaze on her retreating back. She kept to herself while she pushed James into the house and into his office in the bottom floor. She came to a stop inside and closed the door, walking to stand in front of her husband.

"Why the hell would you do that?" Camille exclaimed; "Why would you invite Logan?! I thought we already agreed to move past those guys!"

"I didn't invite him and I'm pretty sure you did."

"Right, so the invitation just flew to his door!"

"I'm not sure." James smirked, equally as sarcastic; "I wasn't the one dreaming of Logan a few nights ago… moaning his name."


"You're invited too?"

Logan looked at the seat beside him at the bar to find Kendall have dropped on it. He chuckled slightly and his gaze went back to his drink; "How have you been, Kendall?"

"Perfect." The now-grey haired man grinned; "I've been recently promoted again. How about you?" The blonde turned to the bartender, ordering his drink; "Still Head of General surgery?"

"Chief of surgery." Logan answered then glanced at Kendall; "You're sure you were invited to this thing or are you here to arrest someone?"

"I don't arrest people anymore." Kendall chuckled; "I just give orders now."

"Right."

"Kendall!"

Both males looked to their side. James was being pushed back into the party by one of the waiters. He signaled to the waiter to push him to where the two sat. Kendall stood up and stretched his hand James, shaking it.

"Happy to see you here, Kendall." James said.

"Likewise." Kendall nodded; "When I got the invitation, I got the feeling I had to be here."

"But James isn't the one who sent out the invitations." Logan mumbled from his seat by the bar.

"Really?" Kendall frowned; "Then who did?"


Camille paced back and forth in James's office, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. She was pretty sure she wasn't the one who invited Logan to the party; somehow inviting her ex to her anniversary didn't sound right and the last time Logan was invited into a gathering that involved her; it was a disaster and he almost died.

She heard the commotion from outside and she walked to the office window to see what was going on, only to roll her eyes at the view.

This it just fantastic!


"There you go." Lucy Stone grinned as she handed back the book to the man that had asked for her autograph, among a few others. But he was the last autograph for the night; she needed to have a good time tonight.

She immediately spotted Logan, Kendall and James by the bar. She grinned from ear to ear as she approached the trio.

"Ah, all my fuck buddies are in one place!" She exclaimed; "How long has it been? Five years?" She turned to James and crossed her arms; "So what reminded you of us, James?" She asked, unaware of Camille who was approaching from behind; "I thought we agreed we don't want to see each other anymore."

"Then why did you come, if you didn't want to see us?" Camille asked and crossed her arms, standing behind James's wheelchair.

"Easy. If you sent the invitation, I'll rub it in James's face." She smirked and if it was him, I'd rub it in yours."

"And if it wasn't the two of us?" James raised his eyebrows in anticipation.

"I'd rub it in both of your faces!" Lucy kept grinning, aware of the chuckles she got from both Kendall and Logan.

"I don't get it." Logan leaned back against the bar; "What do you mean it wasn't the two of you who sent the invitations?"

"Just that." James shrugged; "We didn't invite the three of you here."

"Then who did?" Kendall asked.

The rest didn't respond to him for a couple of seconds, until one of the house's butlers approached the group, handing Camille her phone silently.

"That's Jett." Camille said; "Maybe he's trying to get us on speaking terms again." She suggested; "I'll go call him back."

"I should get going too." Logan said and stood up from his seat.

"Oh, come on." Lucy held his arm to prevent him from going; "Stay for a while, live a little!"

"Look, I came here thinking I was invited." Logan said; "But now that's not the case; there is no reason for any of us to be here. And honestly? I don't even know what I was thinking. Us gathering results in nothing but disasters!"

Logan walked past Kendall, Lucy on his toe trying to make him slow down. It was a few seconds later that Camille came back to James.

"Something is up." Camille told him of her call to Jett; "I didn't get much of it but I'll go see what's going on, okay? Just take care of what's going on here and if anybody asks about me, I'm around."

James nodded as she squeezed his shoulder; "Keep me posted!" He shouted behind her. He turned to Kendall, who had stepped back to sit by the bar; "I know we have agreed not to talk, but you haven't even tried to call me once, Kendall."

"Because every time I'll here your voice, I'll hate you more." Kendall replied; "I'll always be reminded of how I should have never listened to anything you have said. As simple as that." He said and turned around to face the bar, like Logan had been a few minutes ago, effectively ending his conversation with James.

James shook his head and turned around, wheeling himself away from Kendall.

Kendall ordered another drink and got out his phone when he felt it vibrate, frowning when he read the text he just got.


Logan had almost reached his car, Lucy still behind him when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He slept it out of his pocket in a hurry, still walking towards his car. He stopped dead in his track when he read the text.

"What's going on?" Lucy asked as she finally caught up to him, seeing him glare at his phone. She stepped closer to him, laying a comforting hand on his back; "Is everything okay, Logan?"

"Just a weird message." Logan answered, slipping his phone back to his pocket; "A really weird message."

At that instant, Lucy's phone beeped and she retrieved it from her purse. She read the text message, her eyes widening slightly; "Don't leave; the party is just getting started. A little reminder of February, nineteen-eighty-six." She looked at Logan; "Is that what you got?"

Logan nodded and looked around him; "We should find Kendall."

"Weren't you two leaving?" Kendall asked as he cradled his drink at the bar, when Lucy and Logan sat by him silently; "Why are you still here?"

"Probably for the same reason you're still here." Lucy answered; "The text."


"Slow down, Jett." Camille said, as she rode the elevator with her son.

Jett sighed; "She said she is my sister, mum. How can I slow down?"

"Your sister?" Camille raised her eyebrow; "She must be crazy then."

"That's what I thought." Jett replied; "I asked her how could that be possible and she said that I should ask you."

The elevator dinged and Jett ushered Camille to the room where he left the girl. They both went in and Jett stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the empty bed.

"Where is she?"

"She was here a few minutes ago, I swear!" Jett said and hurried out of the room, just in time to see the intern he was talking to an hour ago; "Hey, you!" He called out to him, the young doctor hurrying to him; "Where is the girl? Where did she go?"

"She's not in there?" The young doctor asked; "She didn't check herself out, I'm sure."

"Do you have her on records?" Camille asked.

"Yeah." The doctor said and walked to the nurses station, pulling out a chart; "This is her chart right here; Leah Taylor."

Ten minutes later, Camille pulled into her home's driveway; Jett's car right after her. She told him to go change, join the party and that they'll figure out the deal behind the mystery girl the next morning. She was about to join the party again herself when one of the butlers stopped her.

"Someone wants to see you in the office, ma'am." The man told her.

"Who's that?"

"She refused to give me a name." The butler replied, bowing slightly; "She also requested to see you and only you. She declined my offer when I said I could bring Mister Diamond instead."

Camille made her way to the office in a hurry, praying to God it wasn't who she thought the person was. She opened the door, only for her hopes to come crashing down.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Camille hissed, closing the door behind her quickly, walking to sit in front of the other woman who was in the room; "What? Did you get an invitation too? You being here just ruins everything." Camille said; "And they're all here! Just perfect. And what the hell was Leah doing, trying to talk to Jett?"

"You don't understand." Jo Taylor replied; "Just let me explain."


James frowned when his phone beeped. He retrieved it from the seat of the wheelchair, between his legs. He unlocked it and frowned at the number that sent the text he just received.

It was the same number that had texted him earlier that day and he had already contacted one of his friends in the high low places to find out who owned it.

He frowned even more when he read the message.

What exactly is going on here?

He had no idea.

He looked around him, finally spotting one of the waiters. Flagging him over, James ordered him to push him to his office.

He needed to know what was happening in his home.


Lucy, Kendall and Logan had decided to stay put by the bar, hoping nothing actually go wrong for them. That wasn't the case, they all realized, when all their phones started going at the same time signaling that they have received a new text message.

Follow James to the office. Enjoy the surprise, you merry band of misfits!


"She knows everything." Camille repeated Jo's last words dumbly; "So she really was the one who met Jett today?" Jo nodded; "How could you let her do that?"

"She's not exactly a minor, Camille." Jo answered; "She can travel on her own and she found the book. She probably knows-"

Jo stopped when she heard the door open. Camille turned around in her seat, eyes widening when she spotted James, wheeling himself in.

"What the hell….?" He whispered in shock, his eyes trained on Jo.

The last three caught up and entered the room at that exact moment, shock evident on the faces of two of them.

"Oh my god!" Lucy said, covering her mouth with her hand. Kendall took a step back in surprise, a mantra of 'How' escaping his lips.

Logan sighed and glanced at Camille, who was rubbing her forehead in distress.

They weren't supposed to find out Jo Taylor was still alive.

"How the hell is that even possible?!" Kendall was the first to find words to talk; "How?"

"Who did we bury, then?" James asked; "We… we buried Jo, how is she…"

Jo stood up and tried to walk through the four, to avoid this conversation all together. She saw Logan make way for her, but Lucy grabbed her back.

"You're not leaving until we know what's going on here!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Let her go." Camille said; "People are out there, we don't want chaos now, just let her go."

Lucy let go and Jo hurried outside, Kendall calling out for her and left behind her. He followed her out to the front garden, catching her elbow and turning her around to face him.

"Where's my daughter, Jo?"

Jo shrugged her arm out of her grasp and was about to answer him when her phone rang. Picking up at a hurry, she spoke; "Leah?... Oh, thank God! Where are you?... Are you okay?... Just give the address, honey."


Back in the room, Camille was still in her seat, her gaze never leaving the floor. Lucy stood to the side, still a bit dumb-struck at seeing Jo again, who had been 'dead' for a few years.

"Camille, I don't want to yell and cause a scene." James spoke quietly; "But you have to know that there's absolutely no way you're leaving this room until we all know how exactly Jo is alive."

"Talk, Camille, damn it!" Lucy said, walking to the seat where Jo was sitting just a few minutes ago; "Don't for one second think we're going to leave without understanding how Jo Taylor basically back from the dead!"

James's phone rang and he sighed. Seeing it was the man he had contacted to know who was sending the messages; he picked up. "Yeah?... My name?!... Just send me the address."

He hung up and his phone beeped not even a second later. Reading the address, he frowned again; "The number that had been texting us is registered, somehow, under my name. The address though…" He looked up to the other three; "Camille's old apartment."

"What now?" Camille asked.

"If Camille has no idea who's sending the texts, then we should all just head out there together."

Camille's phone rand and she looked at the text message she received; "Jo and Kendall are heading out there anyway."


Logan was relieved when he stepped out of the car. They had agreed to carpool and he got stuck with James and Camille while Lucy rode with Kendall and Jo. Camille followed and Logan stepped towards the passenger's seat, opening the door. Camille spread James's wheel chair and Logan easily picked James up and settled him in it. Kendall slipped into the parking space behind them.

The six made their way up the apartment block, Kendall taking the role of pushing James into the beat elevator and through the corridors. All of them looked so out of place with their fancy clothing, while being in one of the most beat down places of Los Angeles.

They stood in front of the door to Camille's old apartment. She got the old key she hadn't even used in over ten years. She stepped up and unlocked the door, pushing it open.

But what they had seen…

It wasn't what they had expected.

Leah Taylor was a bleeding mess…


Well, that was long.

Hope you guys stick with me and bear with the lazy ass I am. And just don't go anywhere.

Leave a review, please, and let me know what you think.

Till the next 'fire'. (Friendly Fire. Fire. Get it? Get it? *sighs* Bad pun, I know. I'm really bad at puns...)

-J