Author's Note: I don't own either television shows, though I appreciate reviews and recommending this stories to others. I binge-watched So Weird and BMW/GMW while recovering from surgery and the idea for this crossover popped inside my head.

"Fi? A little help," Clu said, grunting forward with heavy boxes in his arms. "Why is your stuff heavier than mine?"

Fi Phillips hurried from the kitchenette sink and took the moving box from Clu's hands. He asked her how she was able to lift the box when he barely could. She answered with "carefully" and placed it on the counter. Her coding supplies and spare tablets were in there, and she definitely wasn't risking her old hard drives, flash-drives, cords, and discs getting damaged during their flight to New York.

Clu gestured to the spilled and empty boxes in the living room, at a loss at where they should start unpacking. He wasn't even sure which boxes were his or Fi's, even she forgot which boxes were labelled with her name. And what was already there would get piled on when they brought in their things that were still in the van.

"Should we put it with my surfing stuff or your cd collection?"

Fi shook her head. "Neither. I can't even find our phones. I knew I should've bought an actual spirit box, too." she said, shoving a box off the sofa.

Clu flopped on the free space, stretching out and shielding his eyes with his forearm. Fi, herself, groaned. New York was a fresh start for them and they were spending their first hours unpacking? They could take a break, like listening to random indie bands at bars. Or the could window shop for souvenirs to send back home. But she heard Jack in her head, reminding her to be responsible, to "not rush through things."

Jack phoned her earlier telling her that Clu doesn't have to feel guilty because his cooking didn't give Annie food poisoning. That was all Jack told Fi at the time but he would call her back later. Fine, that gave and Clu time to settle in their new place. She sat cross-legged on the carpet reaching behind her and nudging Clu's arm.

"Maybe you should get out things from the van. It's not the interesting ones that'll steal our stuff."

"Do I have to?"

"I'll come with you, just let me logout of my laptop first."

A ping came from her laptop and Fi eagerly went over there for an email break. She furrowed her brow, moving her cursor to open and close windows. It had been awhile since someone bombarded her multiple emails with a new window popping up before she could exit out of them.

Finally, the last window popped up.

To: Rockerbaby
From: farkle500
Subject: Science can't explain what's going on
Body: Ms. Phillips,

I don't believe in the paranormal but I can't explain what's going on with Riley. She's not some goth, she's a cheerleader who couldn't fail classes if she tried. But she's been hanging out with the worst Charlotte — Charlotte Grady. I wanted to see where Riley was going so a put a tracker in her phone last week. She's convinced Riley that she's someone she isn't and you have tech I can use to fix Riley. Can I borrow it? Name the price. Name the place.

Our group can't lose our friend, none of us can be happy all the time. Not like she is.

Farkle Minkus

Intrigued, Fi slid the cd into her computer then clicked the mouse for a full-screen video.

Anyone who knew Riley knew she could be found at the library if she wasn't with her friends. So it wasn't surprising seeing her roll the ladder to the shelves and climb the rungs to the topmost shelf for her latest read. Being in the occult section was surprising. Riley climbed down, slid the volumes through the scanner, and checked them out to her account. Shortly after she preened herself in front the restroom mirror, admiring how she turned herself into the perfect Riley copy.

Physically that is.

The video followed her from school, to the subway, and then to her apartment. Like always, there was a bounce in her steps, now she mixed it up with a sharp stride as if she told passersby to "get out of her way." The brunette unlocked her apartment door and readied her things for the night.

Riley crimped her hair, she smacked her lips to smooth out her black lipstick. Matching, fitted jeans hung in her closet, as did a fringe, form-fitting, grunge top. She lined her eyes with violet mascara and brushed a smokey eye shadow onto her lids. Lastly, she laced up her military boots finishing her look. Riley plumped pillows under her blankets. The cool air slapped her face when she crawled out her window. Stars and city lights were her friend tonight and she'd let them lead her into the unknown.

No one expected her to go to a mixed college and teenager party.

String lights hung around the entrance signs in different colors. Other bulbs buzzed, flickered, and fizzled at different booths where teenagers and adults waited for their orders. Orange and black streamers decorated the countertops next to scowling jack-o-lanterns glowing with candles inside them. Bright, colored tonics brewed in glasses with smoke and steam blowing off the rims. And while there were appetizers served, party-goers didn't bother to eat them, preferring second, third, fourth, and fifth drinks instead.

Admittedly, the drinks looked appealing.

Creaking, creepy, off key carnival music played from the carousel. Unknown, replacement music rumbled underground shaking people beneath their feet.

Crowds clustered and pushed past her, likely smelling of cigarettes from the way the girl crinkled her nose. Conversations garbled through the speakers while bands finished their soundchecks counting down to their stage performances.

At the edge of the party stood one of those classic girls laughing with college boys and wannabee girls that surrounded her. This girl was a prep-school flirt with a pink, pop-punk edge. She jerked her chin up then strutted toward Riley who stood in the in the middle of the of the rooftop party. From her bemused look, it seemed they had had problems with each other in the past. This girl looked Riley over, it was time for Riley to stand her ground and not be pushed around.

With raised eyebrows, the girl spoke.

"Matthews, I'm surprised to see you here."

"I'd be surprised to see you at school but school's for smart girls anyway."

"Ooh, fiesty! I like the new you. So what's a geek like you doing here?"

"...I wanted a change and the flyer that promised wild fun."

"You want fun, Matthews? Let's grab a drink."

Riley glanced down, hesitating before she took Charlotte's offer. She was already here, so there wasn't reason she shouldn't take this step.

"Sure, why not?"

They bumped fists. Their knuckles crackled as they slid their fingers away before lacing them back together. Their handshake ended with a second bump before finally slapping their their palms together. A giddy, toothy smile appeared on Riley's face.

Something about her still shined.

This new booth still had Halloween decorations but a bearded bartender wiped down the counter and kept serving drinks. Riley took the sugared edge of the margarita; Charlotte had the salted side and laughed when Riley got a taste of lemon. She looked impressed when Charlotte downed drink after drink. During the hour they traded glasses of demon rum feeling it scratch down their throats and warm and burn inside them.

They were bubbly.

They were giggly.

This was the fun they could brag about at school.

The girls stumbled with linked arms from booth to booth Fake bats hung on the edges and laid on the corners of the table. Spiderwebs webs were cut then pasted onto the corner wall behind them.

Another toast was in order.

More college cliques walked by pointing and mocking the new pair of friends. Riley's head spun — she spun — and couldn't hold on to their words.

"If they're going to keep staring, let's give them something to talk about. You don't want to be a loser again on Monday."

Riley shook her head and stiffened.

Charlotte wrapped an arm around the brunette's neck, pulling Riley toward her. The music faded and muffled. You could have tasted the rum on Charlotte's tongue, their rivalry fizzled off their lips. Riley loosened. Her body curved and flowed to Charlotte's lead. The leather seat pressed against their backs. It squeaked. Charlotte's hair tickled Riley's face.

From behind, the boys shouted cheers, they pumped their fists, and guzzled down their drinks. They begged for more. That was the cue to end the show; Charlotte dragged Riley away from them, shoving passed the boys and stunned clique.

Prince Lucas was good practice for you."

"You like him?"

"I'd breakup with him after a week. Keep him."

"He's one of the reasons I wanted to try this."

"And the other?"

"I want people to notice me."

Charlotte swallowed more rum.

"I say the word and you go viral at school."

Riley hiccuped. "And Maya?"

"You won't have time for her."

Riley mentioned Maya didn't speak to anyone outside their group, adding that Maya insists she doesn't need other friends. If Riley abandoned Maya then she would have no one.

"Listen Matthews, when are you gonna put yourself first?" Charlotte said. "Think of the fun you'll have when tonight's over."

Riley finished the drink she was given. A speaker walked onto stage letting the crowd know it was past midnight.

"Two a.m! This started at ten! Now it's past midnight!"

"Afraid of something, Matthews? Stay at my place."

"You're parents won't mind?"

"They're never home. Let's go."

Charlotte led the way to a nearby cab and pushed Riley ino the backseat. Neither noticed they'd bumped into strangers standing in their way. Riley's ankle twisted and tripped. She felt the air push against her, feeling her foot steeping on air instead on on land. It was a failed ballerina spin. It was a clumsy fall into the cab.

This time she could blame her fall on alcohol and not her feet. The stars and city lights spun around them. Riley's words slurred. Before the cab sped away, the camera caught the girls sharing a kiss again.

Fi clicked closed her laptop then grinned at Clu. "Hey Clu, you wanna solve a mystery? Turns out doppelgängers don't sleep here either."

Clu blinked open an eye, Fi didn't have to tell him twice whenever they were faced with an adeventure. In fact, it was good motivation for him to rush out and bring all their possessions in.

While he was out, Fi went back to her computer and typed up her reply message to Farkle.

To: farkle500
From: Rockerbaby
Subject: RE: Science can't explain what's going on
Body: Farkle,

I've seen a lot of things. Give me a couple of days and I'll meet you at the cyber cafe nearby. Whatever's going on, I'll help you save your friend. Before me meet, can you give me some more info about this Riley girl? Don't worry about costs right now; I won't charge until I know what I'm up against.

From,

Fi Phillips