The Ramblings Of A Mat Man: AKA The Obligatory Snippets Thread

Bad Moon Rising: Episode 3 part Two
And now for part two of our story

As Lily left her third period class with thoughts of algebraic equations swirling round her head, she found herself walking straight into a rather solid mass of steel in the shape of a teenage girl. Strong hands wrapped around her biceps and held her steady before she fell and as she looked up into the concerned eyes of one Taylor Hebert, she tried to suppress a blush… Judging from the muffled chuckles coming from a nearby red head she failed at this self-appointed task. Taylor quickly looked her over and offered a small grin.

"You alright there Lil's?" Taylor asked with a grin.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Lily nodded as she belatedly realized that Taylor was still holding and extricated herself. "What's the plan?"

Almost as one the three of them began to move on down the hallway taking care to keep their voices low all the while. As they headed towards the AV room Emma began to speak.

"First things first we're going to take a look at the scene of the crime." Emma said seriously (Taylor rolled her eyes and shook her head with a fond smile). "We'll see what we can find out there. With a bit luck we can find whatever did this and wrap it all up before Blackwell can be even more of a bitch."

With that explanation given the three arrived at their destination and after a quick glance around to see if anyone was watching the three entered the glorified closet. As soon as they got inside Taylor dropped to the floor and bracing herself on her hands she began to sniff. After a few moments without a word Lily crouched down next to her.

"Find anything?"

Taylor frowned and didn't look up at Lily.

"Lot of scents here." She said distractedly. "It's hard to shift through, you, me, Madison's perfume and all the people who come by here. Just give me a minute."

Taylor turned her attention back to the floor and Lily realized the conversation was over. She stood up and walked over next to Emma. As she leaned back against the wall she began almost without realizing it to tap her foot agitatedly.

"Just give her time." Emma said from out of nowhere. Lily turned to her and cocked her head to the side in confusion. "Taylor, just give her a minute she'll find something."

"I've got it." Taylor cried as she jumped to her feet.

"You know what did it?" Emma asked eagerly. Taylor shook her head quickly.

"No but I got a scent and it's not human. Let's go."

Without another word Taylor dashed out of the room like a shot with Lily and Emma right behind her.

"Not human." Emma panted. "Anything more specific."

"No, never smelt anything like it before." Taylor replied clearly not having any trouble breathing.

"But we're sure whatever it is, it's responsible?" Lily asked sounding somewhere in between Emma's tortured breathing and Taylor's infuriating refusal to sound even slightly winded.

"Playing the odds." Taylor replied as she turned to head up the stairs to the third floor. "We've got something weird going on and there's something I don't recognize. I figure it's best to check it out."

Taylor banked left and a moment later Lily and Emma followed suit. They continued down the hallway finally coming to a stop at a room at the very end.

"Knott's room?" Emma muttered to the group.

"Makes as much sense as anything else." Lily replied. "If they stripped a VCR why not strip a computer?"

Taylor didn't say a word before she opened the door and stepped inside the classroom. She began to sniff the air.

"It's faint." Taylor said. "Whatever's doing this I don't think they're here anymore."

Feeling depressingly certain that she knew what was going to happen, Lily walked up to a computer she selected at random and tried to turn it on. Nothing happened. She moved onto the computer next to it and was again unsuccessful. From the corner of her eyes she could see Taylor and Emma doing the same in the other rows to similar results.

"Taylor, you got anything?" Emma asked.

"No." Taylor snarled. "It's even harder to get a scent here than it was downstairs. Too many people coming and going. If only I had some more time."

The bell rang and with that their time was up.

"Shit." Emma groaned. "Okay, let's just get to class and we'll figure something out later."

"Let's swing by the office." Taylor declared. "I want to see if I can hear what Blackwell's doing."

With that they had the illusion of a plan and headed off to put it into action.


As they walked down the first-floor hallway towards the administration office, Taylor could hear Blackwell perfectly and a concerned look came over her face. As they drew closer both Emma and Lily could hear what was being said as well.

"I don't care what you define as an emergency officer." Blackwell seethed as the three of them put their ears to the door. "I have been getting the runaround from you all FUCKING morning. Now school property has been vandalized and stolen. Are you going to come down here and investigate it or not."

There was silence as all three girls looked at each other in horror and waited to hear the next part of the one-sided conversation.

"Fine, first thing tomorrow morning." Blackwell grunted. "I hope you know I'll be making a formal complaint about your behavior today. What is your badge number?"

With that the three of them quickly made their exit and made for a quiet out of the way corner. Once in the case of Winslow high was located by the library. Very few members of the student body would be coming by there.

"Okay." Taylor sighed. "We've got till tomorrow morning to sort this out and we can't afford to give Blackwell any more ammunition so we have to be in class. Any ideas?"

Emma looked at the ground and frowned in contemplation while Lily bit her lip and ran an idea through her mind.

"Maybe we should just let the cops come." Lily said hesitantly and as the two others looked at her in confusion she hurried to explain. "I mean it's impossible for you to have done it right? So the cops are going to come on by and not find anything and they'll put it on the back burner. No harm done"

Taylor and Emma were both shaking their heads in disagreement.

"It's not a bad idea Lily." Emma explained. "Except we were looking around the room afterwards. They might be able to find fingerprints or something right? And that's not going to look good for us."

"Plus, this is all electronics and stuff that's been taken." Taylor said. "That's one of the signs of a tinker I think."

"It is." Lily said absently. "I mean that's what I read on PHO." She hastened to explain.

"Bingo." Taylor replied pointing a finger gun at Lily. "If they put two and two together and come up with that the Protectorate might come nosing around and I'd really prefer to avoid that."

Lily desperately hoped that her poker face was still as good as it used to be and tried to ignore the intruding thought that Jouster still owed her fifty bucks… She could deal with that later.

"So, we've got to sort this out by tomorrow morning." Lily said thoughtfully as she looked up and started going over the angles in her head. "We can't just stay after cause someone will notice us. Does anyone know what time the school should be cleared out?"

"The janitor's lock up at 6:30." Emma replied. "They're the last ones here."

"How do you know that?" Taylor asked.

"Oh you remember Jason?"

"Tall guy, blonde, you dated him for five minutes."

"That's the one. His uncle's a janitor here and it just kind of came up in conversation one time. I'd forgotten my purse and he was able to -."

"Hem-Hem." Lily cleared her throat and once Taylor and Emma looked suitably contrite, she continued. "So, I think our best play is for us to go home like normal and then we can meet back here at… Let's say seven that should give us a window for everyone to have cleared out and after that we find this thing and we can go from there."

"Alright but how are we getting in?" Emma asked.

"I could bust the doors down." Taylor replied with a shrug. "Might cause us troubles down the line though."

"Would you two excuse me?" Lily asked as she pushed herself off the wall she'd been leaning on and began to walk away.

As Lily sauntered down the hallway, she kept her eye on her target. Making sure that she was in just the right position so when the jock who'd been playing pass the football with his buddy fumbled his catch and stumbled backwards, she just happened to be in his way. As he toppled into her and sent her falling forward Lily wrapped her arms around the startled janitor in a (seemingly) desperate attempt to stay standing.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." Lily simpered as she made no attempt to get back on her feet.

"It's fine miss." The janitor stuttered as Lily's nimble fingers worked their way to the key ring in his back pocket.

"I'm not normally this clumsy." Lily continued as with a deft touch she removed the keys she'd been looking for with no one the wiser She quickly pulled herself from his grasp and pasted on her best innocent girl smile.

"Thanks so very much. You have a nice day."

With that she turned and headed back to her friends.

"You too." A voice called after her and was ignored as Lily made her way back to her two waiting friends. Emma arched an eyebrow and offered a smirk as she approached.

"So, what was that about?"

As an answer Lily reached in to the pocket of her jeans and after a quick look around to make sure no one was watching showed them a key.

"Is that?"

"Yup." Lily nodded. "Entrance to the main door and the skeleton keys for the classrooms."

A wild grin came across Taylor's face and she quickly pulled Lily into a hard hug.

"You are fantastic." She whispered into Lily's ear before pulling back. Off to the side watched all this happen with an amused smile on her face. A smile which grew bigger along with the blush on Lily's face.

"So, seven right?" Emma brought everyone back on track. "I can get here no problem, I'll just say I'm out and Dad won't ask any questions. How about you Taylor?"

"Mom's working on a new book. She'll be researching until midnight probably. No worries." Taylor replied before turning to Lily. "Are you going to be able to make it?"

"I'll need to make up some excuse for my folks." Lily replied. "But I'll come up with something. So, it's settled, we meet back here at seven."

With those words the plan was set and the trio split off on their separate ways until the appointed hour came.


Five P.M rolled around and found Lily lying in bed with her blankets all wrapped around her as she prepared for the performance of her life. As a quick experiment she gave a few coughs and practiced making her voice sound kind of whispery and wavering. As the heavy thump of footsteps came closer and closer to her room, she prayed to any god that would listen that she was up to the task before her. A shaggy head of brown hair and a mischievous grin entered the room.

"Hey kid, you ready to head out-." Ethan paused as he registered the sight before him and fully entered the room to sit on the side of her bed. "You feeling alright?"

Lily weakly shook her head and let out a few coughs hoping that she managed to hit the right levels of pathetic.

"No, I don't know what it is I just started feeling awful around lunch and by the time I got home." She coughed some more and let out a small whine. "I just wanted to get in bed."

She looked at Ethan with the biggest eyes she could muster and judging by the concerned frown he wore it was working.

"Do you want me to stay home?" He asked as he leaned in to feel her forehead. "You aren't warm but… that's pretty much the end of my doctoring."

Lily shook her head.

"No, no I should be fine, I'm just gonna hang out in bed." She blindly groped behind her and pulled out a thick book from the shelf built into her headboard. "If I went in, I'd just be reviewing the manual. I figure that I can do that just as well here."

Ethan's face was relaxing as she spoke and Lily pressed the advantage while he was wavering.

"And if it's not okay I've got the sick time built up." Lily decided it was worth a few more coughs. "Excuse me, I've got the sick time so either way."

Ethan stood up from where he was sitting and given in to some surprising parental instincts pulled the covers up around Lily.

"You don't worry about a thing." He said as he made her comfy. "I'll clear it all up with Arrin and Armsmaster. You just rest up and hopefully it's nothing more than a twenty-four hour bug."

Lily nodded as she snuggled into the blankets and gave him a thumbs up. Just as Ethan was about to leave Ethan paused at the door.

"You have mine and Sam's phone numbers, right?" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "Good if you need anything don't hesitate to call alright. Battery and Assault are manning the console so one of us can beg off if we have to."

Lily nodded and as he finally left the room, she tried to ignore both a twinge of guilt for lying to him and a warm feeling at how he'd responded to the lie.


Two hours later Lily was pacing back and forth at the front of Winslow High School with her only company being the amused gaze of one Emma Barnes.

"I can't believe this." Lily muttered. "Where is she?"

"Hey I told you Taylor is always late." Emma shrugged. "Just give it a few minutes and she'll be here."

The sound of running footsteps was coming closer and Emma looked past Lily to take in a sight that put a smile on her face.

"And speak of the wolf." Emma snarked. "We've been waiting Tay."

Lily turned around ready to give Taylor a piece of her mind when her mind ground to a halt at the sight of what Taylor was wearing. In complete defiance of the cold January evening Taylor was clad only in a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop which exposed some surprisingly defined arms. Something that Lily was noticing in a purely platonic fashion of course.

"Sorry, sorry." Taylor rambled. "The bazaar finally got the work done on these." Here she gestured at her outfit. "And I had to swing by to pick them up and it took a bit longer than I thought it would."

"It's fine Taylor." Emma grinned. "We're just teasing right Lils." She elbowed Lily who picked up on her cue.

"Exactly it's not a big deal." Lily said as if she hadn't been grumbling about it for the last fifteen minutes. "Why couldn't this wait though?"

"You'll see." Taylor replied with a mysterious smile on her lips. "Let's get this done."

With that said the three of them entered the school and as they stood in the front entrance Taylor began idly sniffing the air.

"Think I got them." Taylor said. "In the cafeteria, let's move."

As Taylor walked away Lily got to see the transformation happen once more and this time, she was expecting it. The most surprising thing that Lily noted about it was how fluid the shift was. Years of late night monster movies had conditioned her to expect a violent, sudden transformation as a human being becomes what it was never meant to be. But this was like watching water change shape as you moved it to a different container and Lily thought she understood what Taylor had meant by her being both the wolf and a human. In one step she was twice the size she had been before. In another her muscles expanded and her limbs changed shape. With a third step fur came into place on her body and the tank top she had been wearing faded away while the sweatpants grew with her.

"So that's why you had to get the clothes." Lily murmured and as Taylor turned to look at her with a grin full of razor sharp fangs, she tried not to shudder.

"Yeah, pretty neat right?" A disconcertingly friendly voice came out of the beast's mouth. "Getting the spells on these cost a lot but totally worth it. Right Em's?"

"I guess." Emma said as the trio walked down the final hallway towards their destination. "I just don't understand why you couldn't get it done on something more fashionable."

Taylor's only response was a roll of her eyes and a slight cocking of her head.

"Do you two hear that?"

Lily and Emma were both about to shake their heads no but there was something just on the edge of their hearing. It sounded like cheering. They hesitated at the large cafeteria doors for a moment before Taylor flung them open and all three of their jaws fell wide open.

The tables in the cafeteria had been arranged in a circle to form a crude ring and in the center of that ring were two robots one red and one blue, that were repeatedly punching each other. Directly behind the robots were two tiny green humanoids roughly six inches tall were working some kind of controller and about a half dozen more of their ilk were watching the fight unfold.

"Gremlins." Emma muttered. "I read about them in one of Aunt Annette's books. They're scavengers, they collect scrap from people and repurpose it into their own creations. I always figured it would be like swords or something."

Sadly, it appeared that Emma's voice carried more than she thought it did and the two competitors turned around and took notice of the three of them. The fight grinded to a halt and silence filled the room until a voice called out.

"GET THE INTRUDERS."

The two robots charged towards them with Taylor running to meet them. A number of the gremlins hopped into what appeared at first glance to be toy spaceships that took off flying towards Emma and Lily. With a yelp they both ducked down as a full size bowling ball was fired from the tiny guns of one of the ships right where their heads had been.

"Lily." Emma murmured in a daze. "What happened to my physics?"

"We'll figure it out later. Come on."

The two of them bolted out the door and as they closed the door behind them, they could hear the sounds of something small and very fast hitting it. This was followed by the oddly comforting sound of Taylor's roar.


The Hallways of Winslow High School

As they ran down the hallway Lily let out a soft curse as some red and hot just barely missed her.

"Now they have lasers." She grumbled as her and Emma continued to dash down the hall trying to find something they could use to defend themselves.

"It could be worse." Emma panted. "Imagine if they had a shrink ray."

Lily let out a bit of a laugh at that thought.

"Not sure I'd notice a difference." She chuckled as they ran. "Two up ahead, let's take a left."

The two of them did and in the momentary shelter of a stairway they began to make a plan.

"Alright you know the school better than I do. What's near here, is there anywhere we could find something we could use as a weapon?"

Emma considered the question for a moment before snapping her fingers as she came to a revelation.

"The gym just two hallways down." Emma said excitedly. "If we get there, we can get bats, rackets, whatever. I figure with how much bigger we are that should be enough to turn things around."

"Sounds good." Lily said as she looked warily down the halls. "It looks like the coast is clear let's book it."

"I hope Taylor's doing alright." Emma said under her breath as she got ready to make a run for it.


Winslow Cafeteria

As the two pronged needles plunged into her skin and the electricity coursed through her body Taylor roared in pain and with eyes full of rage glared at her two opponents. Sadly, as she was writhing on the ground the promise of her wrath did not seem particularly intimidating to the two pint sized mechanists. With a snarl Taylor finally managed to pull the taser from her chest, breaking the circuit and ending the pain. With a mighty pull on the line the robot that had been tasing her was pulled towards her.

As soon as the red menace was finally within reach Taylor grabbed it around what would have been the throat on a living creature. Then with ease she lifted it high into the air and slammed it back into the ground. She was about to finish the job when she was struck by two fast moving projectiles. Rearing back in pain Taylor glared at the blue robot as it approached her. One of its arms had changed into a cannon and it was firing bowling balls at her similar to the flying machine that had chased her friends from the room. She managed to dodge the next two shots and the third she caught.

With a smirk that shouldn't have been possible on a lupine mouth she reared back and returned fire. The ball hit the robot square in the head and knocked it clean off. Not missing a beat Taylor turned and tackled the red robot where it had been struggling to get back up. Moving quickly she put her sharp claws and powerful muscles to use as she worked on ripping the thing apart.

"That's enough. We surrender."

A tiny voice cried out and Taylor turned to see one of the gremlins cautiously approaching her. As he drew nearer Taylor got the chance to actually get a good look at the creature. As said before it was small and green skinned with long arms and very thin dexterous fingers compared to the rest of its size. The large blue eyes that took up most of its face were wide and fearful as it approached with its hands held up in the universal symbol for "I come in peace, please don't hurt me oh mighty fanged one."

"I don't know why you wanted to attack us." He said as he approached. "But we are deeply sorry for however we have offended you."

Taylor let out a disbelieving laugh.

"You attacked us and now you want to play the poor defenceless innocent?" Taylor scoffed. "Nice try but I'm not buying it."

"I admit we may have acted hastily." The creature said slowly as he felt out every word trying to find the best thing to say. "But you must admit a werewolf barging into one's home is rather shocking. We were frightened."

"I guess I can see that." Taylor said hesitantly. "Look I'll tell you what, if you just call off the people who are after my friends we can start over and talk this out."

"Of course, of course." The gremlin replied as he reached into a pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a miniature walkie talkie. "Flyder, come in Flyder. This is Tavi do you read me?"

"Yeah, I hear you boss." A hesitant voice came through the walkie talkie. "Just a little busy at the moment."

"I understand, release the prisoners and come on back. It seems like this was all a misunderstanding."

There was a pause for almost a minute before Flyder finally responded.

"I'd love to do that sir but I can't."

"And why not." The now named Tavi fumed.

"Because they're the prisoners." Emma's voice rang through the walkie talkie loud and clear. "You all right Taylor."

Taylor now back in her human form walked over and leaned in a bit closer to Tavi and the communication device.

"I'm good Emma. Same deal applies just let them go and come on back. This is all a big misunderstanding."

"If you say so." Emma replied. "You missed a heck of a show by the way."


The Winslow high school gym. Approximately 10 minutes previously.

With a mighty swing of her bat Emma Barnes sent one of the Gremlin ships careening through the air and crashing to the ground. As she turned around though more were coming and she was left to desperately dodge around oncoming projectiles.

"I could use some help over here." She gasped out before ducking as a ship flew by her head.

"Bit busy myself." Lily panted from where she stood surrounded by ships. With a slightly muffled yelp she rolled away from a laser that was aimed at her and came up to her feet to destroy the ship with one swing of her bat.

"We can't keep taking them out one at a time." Lily panted as she darted her eyes around looking for anything she could use. Finally, she spotted it in the coach's office. A bag filled with the bane of every teenagers existence.

"Keep them off of me." Lily whispered before making a run for the office.

"Wait what?!" Emma demanded but it was too late, Lily was already gone and Emma was left to swing wildly at every ship around in an attempt to defend herself.

Lily returned to the battlefield a mere minute later, although for Emma it had felt like an eternity, armed with a single dodgeball. Taking a moment to assess the situation Lily let the ball fly and Emma was witness to something amazing. The ball ricocheted around the room, never slowing down and hitting every single ship and sending it crashing to the ground. In mere seconds it was over.

"How did you do that?" Emma gasped and Lily gave a shrug.

"I just have a good arm I guess."

Emma didn't get a chance to respond because she overheard one of the Gremlins talking and things progressed from there.


"So, you see." Taylor was explaining as the three of them and the Gremlins sat in the circle that had previously served as the arena. "People are noticing the stuff you're taking and if people come looking it's only a matter of time until they find you."

Tavi who seemed to have stepped forward to serve as a combination leader and spokesperson for his people frowned in contemplation.

"That is concerning." He said gravely. "We've avoided taking from new equipment because humans always seem to get angry about that." He sounded genuinely confused about why anyone would be angry at his people for repurposing technology. "We settled here because everything was so old, we didn't think anyone would notice. No harm was meant."

"That's the public school system for you." Emma snarked. "Twenty years ago is cutting edge."

"I understand your concerns." Tavi said as he ignored Emma's insightful commentary. "But where else can my people go? We need to be able to build and create. It's what we are. Where can we go that we wouldn't be noticed."

Taylor looked up at the ceiling and ran the problem through her mind. Somewhere hidden but with access to technology that the Gremlins could tinker and toy with without alerting anyone.

"There's a scrapyard." Taylor said slowly. "Out on the edge of town, they handle pretty much all the electronics for the city, plus the usual cars and appliances all of that stuff. There's a ton of space, you could build homes for all of you and hardly anyone goes there except to drop stuff off so it'd be easy for you guys to stay out of sight. Does that sound good to you?"

Tavi nodded hesitantly before replying.

"It does sound promising." He said slowly. "However, I would need to see it first. If it is acceptable though I do believe we have a deal."

"There is one other thing." Lily interjected. "The stuff you took from the VCR's could you put them back in one piece? Our Principal is trying to pin it on Taylor."

"Easily done." Tavi replied. "It would appear they were substandard parts anyway." He glared at one of the damaged robots as he said this. "Flyder and Hacken, you two are in charge of that. Taylor would you be so kind as to show me our new home?"

"Of Course." Taylor replied as she shifted into her werewolf form and offered Tavi a place on her hand. "We'll be back shortly. You guys just sit tight."


The next morning.

As Taylor walked down the hall, she spotted Emma and Lily standing near the AV room where all of this had started listening intently to what was going on inside. They both frantically gestured for Taylor to come over and as she approached, she could overhear the most delightful conversation.

"Principal Blackwell." A tired and yet still authoritative voice grumbled. "We have checked every single piece of equipment and it is all in perfect working order. Do not waste the Police's time again. Good day to you."

With that the door swung open and a uniformed officer stepped out and paused to offer the three girls a polite smile and nod of the head before leaving. Blackwell exited after him and the look she shot the three was decidedly less friendly before she stalked off back to her office. As soon as she was out of earshot the three of them burst into laughter. Sadly, the moment of mirth was ended by the sound of the bell.

"I've got to go." Lily said as she adjusted her backpack. "I've got art first thing. I'll see you guys at lunch."

"See you then." Taylor replied and with that Lily left with a quick grin and a wave for the two of them. Emma waited until Lily was out of earshot before grabbing Taylor by the arm.

"Something's up with Lily." Emma whispered urgently.

"What do you mean? Is she okay?" Taylor asked in confusion.

"She's fine but look last night when we were dealing with those Gremlins in the gym. She took them all out with a single dodgeball."

"Okay, that's cool and all but I don't see why we should be concerned about that."

"I don't know if we need to be concerned." Emma said. "But Taylor that ball bounced all over the room like twenty times and it didn't slow down one bit. Physics doesn't work like that. There's something she's not telling us."

Taylor looked uncomfortable and hesitated before responding.

"Are you sure?"

Emma nodded her head resolutely and Taylor took a deep breath.

"Lily says she's our friend and I trust her." Taylor began and held her hand up to keep Emma from butting in. "Let me finish. If you're saying she's not telling us everything than I believe you but if she hadn't seen me transform, I wouldn't have told her about me being… Well you know." Taylor shrugged. "We've all got secrets Em's. How about we give her a chance to trust us with them before we call an inquisition."

"Fine." Emma said sullenly. "I'm still keeping an eye on her though. I don't like not knowing what's going on."

"I know.

Next time on Bad Moon Rising:

Emma comes running up to Lily and Taylor who are just relaxing on the steps outside of the school.
Emma: Emergency, emergency I need you to save me.

Lily: Why what's going on?

Emma: My dad's throwing this big gala thing and I have to be there. It's going to be so boring. You need to come.

(Emma is giving the puppy eyes).

Taylor: Fine... Do I have to wear a dress?

Scene cut to the party Taylor's hanging out by the food, Emma's schmoozing with her Dad and Lily is staring at a girl her age walking in. Lily and the girl bump into each other. They exchange small talk and then the girls date interrupts by dragging her away.

Scene cut to Lily and the girl in a classroom.

Lily: It's not right how he treats you!

The girl looks away sadly.

Scene cut Lily is on the boardwalk looking out over the world. She looks sad but there's a small smile on her face. Emma and Taylor come up behind her and both put an arm around her.

Taylor: You did the right thing.
 
TayTay's Eccentric Excursion: Worm/JJBA
My other stuff is off to my test reader so now to purge the plot demons. Before anyone says it yes this is inspired by Anothvortex's Hero Of Legacy... Between Araki and him I may be dooming myself by comparison but here we go.
I think this might be the first time I've done a locker scene so that's neat.

A Curious Spirit Awakens!

As she banged fiercely on the unyielding metal of her locker, Taylor fought back the sobs that wanted to be let out. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction, somehow deep in her soul she knew that if she gave them that one final victory. If she let them and this world break her, that would be the end of it. So no, although she cursed and screamed and threatened, she never cried and she never begged. For though she didn't have the strength to win yet, somewhere deep in her heart, she knew that wouldn't always be the case.

"Taylor, Taylor is that you?"

A voice, a blessed voice spoke and Taylor felt hope swell once more. It was her.

"Erin." Taylor cried out. "Erin you've got to let me out of here. Get a teacher, get the janitor. Get someone. Please."

To her horror she heard her voice break on that last word and that was the last thing she heard for long moments. As the horrifying revelation fought to make its way to the forefront of Taylor's mind, she began to once more to bang upon the door of her metal coffin.

"This isn't funny anymore!" Taylor bellowed. "LET ME OUT!!!!"

There was silence once more and then something worse than silence, laughter. The laughter of someone Taylor had thought was a friend after so many long months of isolation and loneliness.

"Oh my god." Erin's voice crowed from near the locker door. "I didn't think they would really do it and she was dumb enough to fall for it."

In a rage Taylor lashed out with the hardest punch she could throw at where she thought Erin's face would have been. There was a yelp and the sound of someone stumbling backwards and a smirk came across Taylor's face at this small victory.

"Leave the trash where it belongs." The now hated voice sneered. "Come on, let's go and tell Emma it all worked perfectly."

There was the sound of footsteps leaving although one (though it went unnoticed by Taylor at the time) stopped to hesitate for just a moment before following after the others. As their footsteps faded Taylor could hear one last thing from Erin.

"Can you believe she actually thought we were friends?"

Taylor closed her eyes as a new wave of despair washed over her. Everyone was gone, her Dad could barely look at her after losing his wife who she so resembled. Emma once the person she loved more than anyone besides her family had locked her in this hell. Erin someone she'd thought was a new friend and a ray of hope was just another in a long line of people Emma had used to hurt her. She was alone. No matter what she did or what she tried she would always be alone.


[APATHY]

[DISDAIN]

[DESTINATION]

[HESITATION]

[DESTINATION!]

[AGREEMENT]

[TRAJECTORY]

[INTERSECTION]

[CURIOSITY]

[ARCHIVE]

[CONCERN]

[POTENTIAL]

[AGREEMENT]


Taylor's feeble hits grew ever weaker and her voice grew hoarse as her desperate pleas and pounding yielded no results. Until finally she slumped against the cold metal of the door and closed her eyes. Her body was finally spent.

"Someone, anyone, help me please."

Her shredded voice whispered in desperation. Then just as she began to give in, to close her eyes and let whatever would happen, happen. A curious glow seemed to fill her prison.

"Oh dear." The voice of a kind man said from somewhere behind her. "This is an unpleasant sort of place, isn't it?"

In the small confines of the locker Taylor could not turn around to see who was speaking but reflected in the metal door she could see the face of a giant of a man. Although she couldn't see anything below his neck it was clear that he was a mountain of muscle and power yet that wasn't the most noticeable thing about him. Taylor had been around big men before and in her experience they wielded their size like a weapon. They did all that they could to ensure that their strength and size would allow them to dominate those around them. This man however exuded nothing but kindness and a gentle compassion. As she looked at his smile Taylor in a rather unusual turn of event began to feel like things would actually turn out alright and returned his smile with one of her own.

"Much better." The stranger said. "Now I believe I can get you out of here but I'll need your permission."

Dumbfounded Taylor just nodded her head in agreement and as the man closed his eyes the glow suddenly increased in intensity until it all but blinded her. Then it faded and all that was left was the sense of warmth flowing through her body. Her breathing which had been nothing but panicked gasping for the last few minutes steadied out and her arm moved until it placed her fist right next to the door. This was a movement Taylor had performed countless times since she'd been trapped her but this time it wasn't her moving her body. Before she could panic about the possibility of a master having decided to take her body for a spin, the voice whispered into her ear.

"I truly am sorry miss." The comforting apparition murmured. "In time if you wish I can teach you how to use Hamon yourself but for now I think it best if I handle this."

The glow from earlier filled the locker again but this time it was concentrated around her own body and was focused primarily on her fist. Her fist touched the locker door and as it suddenly rotated Taylor could hear both her own voice and the voice of the stranger calling out as one.

"SENDO HAMON OVERDRIVE"

A burst of energy ran through Taylor's body and into the door sending it flying through the air to collide with the opposing wall. She scrambled after it and fell back against the wall in the empty hallway breathing heavily all the while. Finally, as she got her breathing under control, she focused on the 195 cm giant of a man that was standing nearby what had once been her locker. As she'd suspected he was enormously muscular and she suspected that if it wasn't for how gentle his eyes looked, she'd be frightened of him. For some reason he reminded her of a dog Kurt and Lacey used to have. An enormous rottweiler, all muscles and teeth and yet it had a gentle and kind heart. She had the same feeling about this man.

"Once again I am sorry about that." The man said in his disarmingly soft voice. "But now that the unpleasantness is dealt with, I believe introductions are in order. My name is Jonathan Joestar and you are?"

"Taylor, Taylor Hebert." Taylor replied in a daze.

"Splendid." He beamed. "Now that we are friends, you may call me Jojo. Now I know this may be a shock to you. I'm a bit confused myself to be honest, the last thing I recall is a boat and Dio" He paused before shaking his head to chase away whatever thoughts he'd had in his head.

"No matter, no matter. I suppose the best description of me is a spirit. You and I are bound together Taylor, I can feel it here." He gestured to his heart. "If you'll have me, I shall be your protector and guide in the ways of Hamon."

"Why?" Taylor asked the question that seemed to her to be the most important. "Why did you help me?"

"It's a gentlemen's duty to defend all who can't defend themselves." Jonathan said softly. "I'll do so to the best of my ability as long as we are together but." He paused and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "I don't know how effectively I'll be able to do that on my own. It was quite a struggle to guide your body to perform the overdrive. It may not be ladylike but I think it best if I teach you to fight for yourself. Perhaps that's why I'm here"

"Perhaps?"

Jonathan coughed into his fist and looked away from Taylor's face with a bit of a blush.

"I don't know for certain why I am here with you. I assume it has something to do with Hamon but my own master never mentioned it. Still, that's neither here nor there. I ask again Taylor Hebert, do you wish to become a disciple of the ways of Hamon?"

Taylor looked at the hole where her locker door used to be, remembered the warmth and the feeling of power that had infused her whole body and nodded her head. Jojo beamed and offered her a hand to shake which Taylor accepted. With that handshake the destinies of both Taylor Hebert and the world as a whole became… Bizarre.
 
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TayTay's Eccentric Excursion: Chapter 2
SONO CHI NO SADAME!!
TAYTAY!!!!

For the briefest of moments both Taylor and Jonathan shared a moment of peace and camaraderie, alas it is the fate of both of these individuals that moments of respite be fleeting. So, as still more evidence of the constant struggle that defined their existence just as Taylor had begun to regain her energy and make her way back to her feet. A door near the end of the hallway opened. Out of this door stepped the third greatest force of evil that Taylor had yet encountered in her short life and after taking a moment to survey the situation this creature charged at the two of them.

"Taylor Hebert, I might have known."

Principal Allison Blackwell huffed as she arrived at the sight of the destroyed locker. With the ease of long practice, she ignored the state of Taylor in favor of what she considered more important issues.

"What happened to your locker?" Blackwell bit out her question as she stormed up to Taylor.

Moving without thought Taylor stepped back to ensure that Blackwell could get a good look at the entirety of her and allowed that to speak for itself. For any person possessed of the slightest amount of compassion the sight of a young woman covered in filth and waste with knuckles bloody from a desperate attempt to escape a horrific scenario would be enough to arouse sympathy. Blackwell however was that most heinous of creatures, a bureaucrat with a soul and mind dedicated to calculating the costs of all things.

That was the part that hurt the most Taylor reflected as she met the cold stare of her principal, it wasn't that Blackwell hated Taylor or wanted to see her suffer. She merely looked at Taylor's struggles then compared them against the orderly running of the school and decided that Taylor was an acceptable sacrifice. Hatred and cruelty weren't easy things to deal with by any means but they could be fought against. How can you fight against someone who doesn't even care enough about you to fight?

"Answer the question."

Blackwell repeated her question and as Taylor was opening her mouth to begin her furious demands for some semblance of justice, she felt a strong hand fall upon her shoulder.

"Breathe Taylor." Jonathan's strong calm voice instructed her and without hesitation Taylor did as he instructed. "Good now keep doing that, long and deep. Anger won't serve you here so stay calm and don't give her an excuse to ignore you." Jonathan let out a low mirthless chuckle. "This feels strangely nostalgic." He finished off seemingly speaking to himself more than to Taylor.

"I was attacked this morning." Taylor stated in a cold voice. "I was ambushed by a crowd of people and shoved into my locker that had somehow been filled with… lots of things." Taylor idly plucked a used tampon from her shoulder and tossed it at Blackwell's feet who instinctively kicked it off when it landed on her shoes.

"I was locked inside and banging on the door to try and get out and I must have managed to break the lock." Taylor paused for a moment before deciding it would be worth it to get in at least one dig. "Lucky for me it was shoddy workmanship."

The reactions of Jonathan and Blackwell couldn't have been more different. Jonathan let out a surprised laugh and was wearing a badly suppressed smile while Blackwell's eyes grew cold and she glared at Taylor.

"So, you admit to destroying school property." Blackwell stated. "We'll sort this out now we are going to get you to the nurse so you can be cleaned up. Come along the janitors will deal with this mess."

She grabbed Taylor by the arm and began to march her down the now slowly filling up hallway. At a loss for what to do Taylor allowed herself to be pulled along and as Jonathan followed behind them unseen, he began for the first time to question his belief that one should never hit a woman.

Luckily for the second time that day (the first had been somehow getting a magic martial arts ghost) good fortune smiled upon Taylor. There was a girl whose face looked vaguely familiar talking into a cell phone in complete defiance of the school rule, something which was ignored by Blackwell. Still as they got closer to this girl a smirk came to Taylor's face and she put her hastily constructed plan into action. As soon as they were close enough Taylor moved with a speed that up till this moment, she hadn't thought herself capable of and dashed down the hallway.

"Taylor."

"Hebert!"

Blackwell and Jonathan cried out in unison and were both ignored by Taylor as she input three very specific numbers. 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" A professional voice asked into her ear causing a rakish grin to appear on Taylor's voice.

"My name is Taylor Hebert I'm at Winslow High School and I've been attacked. I think my principal is trying to cover it up."

Taylor had to yell the last part of the sentence as Blackwell had caught up to her and taken the phone.

"This is Principal Allison Blackwell, I am so sorry to waste your time officer that was just a troublemaker of a student. No cause for concern I assure you."

The officer on the other end of the line clearly replied although Taylor couldn't quite make out what was being said. Despite that Taylor could feel fairly certain that based on the way all the color had drained from Blackwell's face that her plan had worked to perfection.

"Deviously clever." Jonathan said as he fought back a proud grin. "Contacting an outside authority and making sure to anger her enough that she would make herself look guilty. You are a clever one."

Taylor gave a subtle wink to him and waited for Blackwell to finish her conversation.

"Of course, officer. I'll look forward to seeing them shortly."

Blackwell hung up the phone and walked over to where Taylor was waiting patiently. She looked Taylor up and down and a twisted smirk touched her lips.

"A squad car should be here shortly." Blackwell bit out. "We'll wait in my office."

With that said she stalked off and Taylor followed behind her all the while whistling a tune.


Taylor and Principal Blackwell sat across from each other in a tense silence. Eventually, Blackwell took a moment to ensure that the door to the office was closed and the windows were shut. That her and Taylor were as alone as possible and they were. It was then that Blackwell embraced her role as an educator and attempted to teach this brat that had replaced the oh so pliable Taylor Hebert a lesson in how the world works.

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret Taylor. Just between you, me and the wall."

"I should be included as well." Jonathan interjected to no avail and Taylor was treated to the oddly endearing sight of a muscular behemoth pouting when no one responded to him.

"These officers are going to arrive and I'll tell them all about how you've spent the past few months falsely accusing poor hardworking girls of bullying you and then." She spread her hands out as if they were a cloud of smoke. "All this trouble will just go away." A bitter smile appeared on Blackwell's thin face. "No one cares about what happens here."

"Taylor, do you remember how I advised you to remain calm?"

Jonathan said intently and Taylor nodded slightly in reply. Across from the two Blackwell positively oozed satisfaction at Taylor's apparent submission.

"That no longer applies." He finished.

With permission now given Taylor gave Blackwell her most beatific smile and leaned in close.

"Maybe you're right and this won't amount to anything." Taylor growled through gritted teeth. "Maybe they'll take you at your word and call it a day. But what if they don't?" Taylor leaned in closer. "What. If. They. Don't. I mean just look at me clearly something happened. So maybe they'll listen, maybe they'll ask questions and this whole castle of cards you've built will come crumbling down around you. But maybe that won't happen. In that case I'll go to the school board and if they don't listen, I'll go to the media."

Taylor suddenly burst up from her chair and leaned in as close to Blackwell as she could and she was positively snarling as they continued.

"And if the media won't listen, I swear to God I will go door to door to door telling everyone in this city what's happening here and exactly how little you're doing to stop it." Taylor let out a bitter laugh and carried on with her rant. "See I know what you want. You want me to just go along with all of this, to just keep my head down and try to survive. I've tried that and look where it got me. So now I'm going to finally learn the one lesson this school has tried to teach me and trust me I've learned it well. I am going to fight you and everyone else who gets in my way with every bit of vile and venom I can muster."

The intercom on Blackwell's desk buzzed before she could come up with a counter and as she reached out to answer Taylor fell back into her chair with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"The police are here Ms. Blackwell. Should I let them in aaaannd they're going."

As if on cue two blonde men walked in the door and quickly surveyed the two. The one in front gestured behind him before asking the first in what would likely be a long line of questions.

"Someone want to explain why that locker out there looks like a dump was stuck inside it."

"I was stuck inside there." Taylor blurted out before Blackwell could get a chance to shape the narrative. "This morning a bunch of girls here attacked me and stuck me in there. I managed to bust out and called you guys when no one was doing anything about it."

The officer who'd asked the question raised an eyebrow and let out a low whistle at the story.

"Impressive although I shouldn't be surprise you do look like you could rip a door off."

In confusion Taylor tried to look down at herself and noticed for the first time in all of this that somehow or other she'd managed to put on a fairly impressive amount of muscle.

"You didn't always look like this?" Jonathan asked and when he received no response other than a slight widening of the eyes, he assumed that the answer was no. "Physical ability is a vital aspect of wielding hamon. I suppose whatever force bound us together wanted to ensure you met the bare minimum before we began in earnest."

"Well let's start this properly with introductions." The officer who up until now had been silent was saying when Taylor tuned back in to what was going on around her. "I'm Detective Copeland and my partner over there is Detective Summer. Now before we get started, I assume that Ms. Hebert's legal guardian is present."

He trailed off as he looked at them both meaningfully and waited for a response.

"This has all gotten out of hand." Blackwell replied in the most reasonable voice she could muster. "I didn't want to waste anyone's time when we could resolve this matter amongst ourselves."

"Well, that's really thoughtful of you." Detective Summer snarked. "Sadly, though legally speaking if there isn't a legal guardian present then nothing that we hear from Miss. Hebert was it?" Taylor nodded her head and he carried on. "Nothing we hear from Miss Hebert is legally admissible. We just want to dot our I's and cross our T's, you understand."

"Of course." Blackwell replied sweetly through her rictus grin.

"My Dad's Danny Hebert over at the Dockworker's Association. The number is 897-402-0095. A lady named Rebecca is gonna answer and if he's not in his office she can track him down." Taylor said wanting to be helpful.

"Fantastic." Copeland replied. "Now Detective Summer is going to call your dad and a crime scene team to come take a look at that locker of yours." He turned to fix Blackwell with his sharp gaze. "Is there somewhere out of the way Taylor can wait until her father arrives."

"The nurse's office. It's just down the hall. Turn left and it's the second door on the right." Blackwell said in a hollow voice.


Taylor sat patiently in the nurse's office and appreciated the fact that no one was around to bother her. The nurse had taken one look at the detective and Taylor's present state and after a quick bandaging of her hands had decided it was a good time to take her union mandated break. Shortly after that a woman who introduced herself as Amy Lee and identified herself as a crime scene investigator had been by to take a number of photos and swap out the locker outfit for something that had been sourced from the lost and found. The outfit was nothing special, just a pair of jeans and a green muscle shirt which was just a tad too small so it showed off her abs (she had abs now). The silence was interrupted when the worried face of Daniel Hebert stormed through the door, followed shortly thereafter by the rest of him.

"Taylor, I was called here by the police." His tone was frantic as he ran up to her and took her hands in his. "You didn't say anything did you? Remember nothing she says is admissible without a lawyer or a parent present."

He raised his voice to ensure that detective Summer heard that as he walked into the room. Despite Danny's clear and present hostility, the blonde detective kept his good humor as he sat down at a chair near the table that Taylor was sitting on.

"I tried to tell you." He began. "Taylor isn't in any trouble, not with us at any rate. Earlier this morning she called 9-1-1 to report that she had been attacked."

"Attacked." Danny exploded. "Taylor what happened?"

"When I got to school this morning, I was jumped and thrown into a locker."

Taylor went quiet after that and next to her Jonathan placed a hand on hers.

"Taylor, you should tell him more. He raced here as soon as he was told something happened. He clearly cares and I think he deserves to know. A father should have the chance to protect his family."

"They'd filled it up with stuff. Sanitary pads and tampons and things I don't know what all was in there. I guess the adrenaline kicked in and I was able to knock the door down and get out."

"You did more than knock it down." Summer chuckled. "The damn thing was flown clear across the hall. A body can do a lot under pressure."

Danny ignored the detective's commentary and cupped Taylor's face in his hands so she would have no choice but to look at him.

"Taylor, this isn't a first time thing I know that much." Danny said slowly. "This isn't something people start off with, you, you gotta build up to this kind of thing. How long? How long has this been going on?"

"Since I started school here. It started small just little things stolen homework, Emma would make fun of me and it just got worse. I tried to complain but no one listened."

"Emma, our Emma." Danny sputtered.

"Excuse me." Detective Summer interjected before Danny could continue. "Who exactly is this Emma?"

"Emma Barnes." Taylor replied. "Her and some girls names Sophia Hess and Madison Clements are the ring leaders of all of this."

Detective Summer jotted something down in a notebook he'd pulled seemingly out of nowhere before he replied to Taylor.

"Look folks I'm going to level with you. We've already decided to open an investigation into this and we're going to have our hands full just interviewing the staff so." At this point he pulled out a business card and handed it over to Danny. "Why don't you two go home and come into the precinct tomorrow, let's say round two and we can do the formal interview then."

"Thank you, detective. We'll see you then" Danny replied as he wrapped an arm around Taylor and began to lead her out of the room.

"See you tomorrow." Taylor said before exiting the room.

As the two walked down the hall Danny made a vow to Taylor.

"I don't care what happens you aren't coming back here." He growled. "We'll work something out, force the school district to send you somewhere else, home schooling I don't know what but we'll figure it out kiddo."

"Good." Jonathan said into her ear. "We can use this time to properly begin your training."

I admit it's a bit of a slow start but so was Phantom Blood. This is an artistic decision and totally not because I don't want to write the Hamon training sequence right now.
 
Brockton Bay's Favourite Fearless Hero: An outline
An actual chapter of something is coming by tomorrow at the very latest but last night I watched the Mark of Zorro and Puss in boots the last wish back to back and well we all know how my brain works.

For years Taylor has spent her summers with her maternal Grandfather Alejandro De la Vega at the families hacienda on the outskirts of Las Angelas. The summer after she started high school and things went to hell Danny noticed that she seemed depressed and decided to send her there, remembering that she always loved it.

That summer she finds a hidden passage behind a fireplace and travels along the path to a hidden cave nearby where she discovers a rather strange sight on display are a number of black costumes a cape, a hat that she would later learn is called a sombrero cordobes and a mask. Next to the costumes is a sword display and large training arena. As she is taking her time exploring she hears a noise from behind and hides.

From her hiding place she can see her grandfather, a man in his late 70s or early 80s but still in good shape. He's carrying a sword and looking around the area until finally he notices a footprint in the dust. He calls out for Taylor to come out from where she's hiding. She comes out and demands he explain what all this is.

Alejandro tells her of their ancestor Don Diego De la Vega, a noble man who returned to the pueblo of Los Angeles to discover it was under the heel of cruel and corrupt officials. In order to defend the common man he took up the identity of Zorro , the fox and using his cunning, wits and skills with a blade fought against tyranny in the name of compassion and justice. For decades the training and identity had been passed down through the family and they would fight for justice as their namesake had done. But then when parahumans came Zorro... Seemed obsolete and so Alejandro retired the identity and never told his children about it or trained them.

Taylor remembering how things are back home and perhaps subconsciously needing to feel some form of control over her life again begs Alejandro to train her. Eventually hearing tales of her seeing stores get shaken down, minorities being assaulted and even more horrors Alejandro is convinced that perhaps it is time for Zorro to ride again.

He trains her for the next two months and she's still not ready. Feeling the need to finish what she started she calls home and tells Danny about what has been happening and asks to stay with her grandfather for at least this school year. She just needs the distance. Danny horrified and depressed at what he's missed agrees.

A year passes and Taylor returns home to Brockton Bay. The time has come for the fox to hunt again (those few excursions in LA don't count).

Most of her early exploits would involve her stealing funds from the various gangs and redistributing the money to their victims. She ends up poking the Protectorate when as part of playing the role of the dashing and suave swashbuckler she declared herself the true hero of the people. So Zorro ends up combating both the Protectorate who want to get her under control and the gangs who want her gone(and Glory Girl who just wants Zorro to pay to fix her costume, that Z looks cool but still)
 
Strike Hard and Fade Away: Worm/TMNT
I started joking about this months ago over on spacebattles (think it started in the Wildcat thread). Heaven save me from plot bunnies,

Please remember this is from Taylor's point of view. I do actually know what their weapons are called.

February 28th, 2011

As she made her way through the eerily silent halls of Winslow High School Taylor tried even harder than normal to hide what she was feeling. There were broadly speaking four acceptable reactions to the aftermath of an endbringer attack and Taylor was feeling precisely none of them.

  • Existential dread at the reminder of the inevitability of death and the fact that we lived in a fundamentally uncaring cosmos.
  • Sadness for those who fell in the battle against the monster.
  • Reverence for those who survived.
  • A badly hidden concern that your home might be next.

Instead, what Taylor was feeling was a sad, desperate hope. A hope that in the aftermath of this ongoing horror, the world would be too busy to pay little old her any mind. That for at least a day or two she could put her head down and not face any kind of opposition or… Temptation.

As she bumped into a hard body and fell backwards to the floor it became clear that this was not to be. From the cold and poorly maintained linoleum Taylor looked into the face of the bitches three. The haughty smirk on Sophia's face, the cruel smile on Emma's and the childish glee in Madison's eyes were as recognizable to Taylor as her own face at this point. As Taylor watched Madison grab her bookbag from where it fell and begin rifling through it, Taylor felt her heart sink and her blood boil.

Nearby a group of flies that had been circling a garbage can began to buzz in agitation.

"Look, there's nothing in there." Taylor said as she climbed to her feet. "How about we just walk away alright."

"I don't know about that." Madison chirped as she pulled something out of the bag. "Look at this. An Analysis of the themes of Animal farm in relation to the politics of George Orwell." She began to flip through it and let out a low whistle. "It looks like you worked really hard on this Taylor."

Her voice was friendly but her eyes were cruel and as Madison handed the essay that she'd spent the past week slaving on over to Emma, Taylor had the horrible feeling that she knew what was going to happen.

"Wow, this looks really good Tay. I bet your mom would be so proud of you for this." Emma simpered and made to put the paper in her own bag. "I know how clumsy you are though so I'll tell you what since I'm just feeling so nice today. I'll take this in for you. How's that sound?"

Taylor didn't bother to answer her and made a desperate attempt to lunge at Emma to reclaim her work but it was all for naught. Before she could even get close Sophia grabbed Taylor and shoved her against the locker hard enough to make her give out a choked cry of pain. As she slid to the floor, she could see the three of them walk away through the spots in her eyes. A short distance away the trio paused by a garbage can, the paper was tossed in, juice was poured on it and through her little friends Taylor could feel that her hard work had been ruined once more.

In that moment Taylor felt another piece of herself break under the constant onslaught of the last two years. She'd given up trying to be successful in all of her other classes, she knew that her efforts would be thwarted but English… Her mom had taught Literature at the university, some of her most cherished memories involved the two of them reading a book together and talking about it long into the night. So, for the sake of her memory Taylor had tried her best to succeed in that one class and it had been working. It had been working, sure she wasn't doing phenomenally but she was passing and now the first major assignment of the semester had been ruined.

Why even bother she lamented as she made the long slow march to her World affairs class. It didn't matter, none of it mattered. Nothing she did mattered as she was fighting the urge to give in to her despair a few flies flew up to her and landed on her neck. It almost seemed like they were nuzzling her and despite how obviously ludicrous such a thought was it did provide some comfort.

Unnoticed by Taylor a young bespectacled woman wearing an oversized blue sweater approached the garbage can Emma and her cronies had used and fished out the paper Taylor had given up as destroyed.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear." The woman murmured as she hurried away to her classroom.


The rest of Taylor's day past in a haze of petty cruelty and casual torment until finally she reached her last class of the day. English with Ms. Langstein and as she walked in the door Taylor tried to escape the gaze of her teacher as she hurried to her desk. As she settled in at her desk she did her best to tune out the nattering on of the long haired jock behind her.

"Alright class, hand in your essays please and we can get started."

Ms. Langstein called out and as Taylor took the depressingly short essay from the hockey player sitting behind her and sent it forward without adding anything of her own, she overheard him and his buddy talking about penalty chests or something. At the revelation that he'd be receiving a better grade than her on this assignment she felt yet another wave of despair wash over her. She felt a poke in her shoulder and turned around to glare at the perpetrator and found herself facing something surprising. The jock was looking at her with a confused frown on his face and concern in his eyes.

"Where's your report?" He asked and when Taylor didn't deign to respond he carried on. "It's just you're really good at this English stuff. So, what happened."

Taylor let out a bitter laugh and turned away from him without giving any answer.

"Come on Case, her she's just some geek. Who cares?" His buddy said scornfully.

"Everything, alright back there?" Ms. Langstein called as she stared at Taylor and those surrounding her.

"Yes ma'am, everything's fine." The jock responded with a grin on his face. "How you doing?"

"I'd be much better if we could all focus on 1984, so if you would please remove it from your bag and stop talking Mr. Jones that would be delightful."

With that the class began a discussion on the cheerful topics of tyranny and just how many freedoms people would be willing to surrender and how easy it was to convince someone to believe things that aren't true.


The bell rang signalling an end to the day and as the crowd of students began to pile out of the classroom Taylor tried to hide herself in the mass so she could avoid any awkward conversations.

"Taylor, could you stay behind for a moment?"

Curse foiled again. As she turned to head back towards her teachers desk the jock from earlier gave her a smug smile and mouthed the word ouch to her. Moving past the condescending jerk Taylor and Ms. Langstein stood in silence as they both waited for all the students to leave the room. Finally, when blessed isolation fell over the room Taylor began to speak.

"Look, if this is about my paper, I am so sorry. I swear it's not my fault and if you can just give a day I can write it again for you. I promise."

Taylor's panicked babbling was cut off as Ms. Langstein slammed something down on the desk.

"I have your paper right here Taylor. It looks quite good on a first run through and I'm sure you'll do well." Ms. Langstein looked at Taylor with sharp eyes that seemed to see everything. "Now do you want to explain to me what happened this morning?"

Taylor looked down and said nothing.

"I'm new here Taylor. You've got to catch me up because I'm confused and I need you to clarify a few things. When you were assigned to my class, I was told by other teachers who had you that you were lazy, unmotivated and I must say that's not been my experience." She reached out and pushed Taylor's chin up slightly so they would be looking each other in the eye. "How long has this been going on?"

"Two years. Since I started school here." Taylor whispered.

"I thought so." Ms. Langstein replied as she wrote something down on a piece of paper. "So, here's what's going to happen going forward. I'll be raising complaints to Principal Blackwell about the bullying I saw but I imagine you've already done so." Taylor nodded her head. "I might need to send it up the chain then so in the meantime do you have internet access at home?"

"Yes, I mean it's a bit slow but I can go online and send emails and stuff."

"Good, this is my personal email. Send any assignments to me. I've spoken to your other teachers and managed to convince them to accept them from me if you can't provide them."

Taylor held the piece of paper to her chest like it was a life preserver.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Ms. Langstein grinned at her. "I'm just sorry I couldn't do more but for now at least." She trailed off.

"For now at least." Taylor beamed at her and began to run out the door. "I'll see you Monday."


As Taylor got off the bus and began walking the few blocks to her home, she couldn't help but smile every time she placed her hand in her pocket and felt that scrap of paper. Despite Ms. Langstein's words she didn't think that her complaints with the administration or the school board or whatever would amount to anything, or that this would really make any difference with her grades in her other classes but still this meant a chance to keep up in the one class she cared about. Well, that and her computer classes at least (wow she was really breaking the bell curve). Still as she hopped over the rotting step and climbed the stairs to her room, she decided to do something she hadn't done in a while.

Taylor set down at the small desk in her room and after waiting the requisite five minutes for the computer to boot up she got to work. English, science, history, world affairs and all of her other courses became the focus of her world. She redid assignments that had been destroyed and made a strong start on the assignments that would be due in the next week. Sure, it probably wouldn't mean anything in the long run but she'd be damned if anyone could say she didn't try.

Finally, after her computer (affectionately nicknamed the beast) completed its herculean task of sending the last email, Taylor leaned back in her chair and stretched out before looking out the window. The sun was just beginning to set and after taking a moment to appreciate the beautiful colors Taylor realized that she had failed to do her afternoon run.

"Shit, shit, shit." Taylor muttered to herself as she paced back and forth. "Okay, there was that big dust up between the ABB and the Protectorate a few days back, so people are probably going to be laying low. Right? Right. So, I should be fine just so long as I take the pepper spray Dad got me. Also, Dad's not home right now so he won't be worried so it'll be like I never went for the run so no need to tell him. Perfect, good plan Taylor."

As she was dashing around the grabbing her sweatpants and a hoodie there was a brief moment where Taylor realized that she had carried on a full conversation with herself. After a moment of deep contemplation and honest introspection, she concluded that this was in no way a reason to be worried for her emotional wellbeing or mental health. In fact, if she was to have her mental health tested she would pass with flying colors… Which is both achievable and a perfectly rational thing to want.


A few hours later Taylor was leaning against a building on the docks and taking a moment to catch her breath. She'd made the cardinal sin of forgetting to pace herself and she was paying for it now. Eventually after a few hundred desperate gasps for air and few dozen promises to sacrifice a cow to Hermes, the god of travellers Taylor's breathing was finally evening out and she could hear something besides her own suffering.

Next to the building that was serving as her support there was an alleyway and down that alleyway she could hear the sounds of a fight.

We should go find a phone and call the police or something Taylor's brain insisted.

We will of course we will Taylor's legs replied as they started walking her down the alley. We should just make sure we know what's happening before we call. Besides, we're a superhero (sort of) what could go wrong?

We control bugs and we aren't even in a costume. We don't even have a costume yet!!!

Despite that eminently logical argument the legs and Taylor's own curiosity won the argument and so doing her best to keep to the shadows she peaked out to see what was going on.

There seemed to be two groups involved in the fighting and both of them must have been new because Taylor didn't recognize either of them. On one side was a group that were all dressed in blacks and greys with a red insignia emblazoned on the chest. From where she was standing Taylor couldn't see exactly what the insignia was. The ninja wannabes were strange enough but their opponents were even stranger. There were four of them and they were all giant humanoid turtles wielding weapons.

She winced instinctively as the one with a blue mask and two swords knocked the blade from one of the ninjas hands and immediately followed up with a devastating kick to the head. Nearby him there was one wearing a red mask and fighting with two three bladed knives that looked vaguely familiar to Taylor. Hitting his opponent hard with the pommel of his knife he knocked his foe to the ground and called out to the blue one.

"What's the plan, fearless leader?" He growled out.

The blue one blocked a sword strike from another ninja and pushed him away.

"Just hold on a little longer." He cried. "We just need to keep them busy for another ten minutes or so."

"Correction." Said a third turtle before hitting one of the ninjas with his stick. "It seems that the ship is leaving port now. Perhaps we should make a retreat."

"No way bro." Said the one in orange as he lashed out with his nunchucks. "We got these guys on the ropes."

From her hiding spot Taylor tried to stifle a chuckle at the fact that this weird turtle man creature sounded like a surfer bro from a children's cartoon. Sadly, it seemed that she didn't succeed as one of the ninjas moved towards with blinding speed. Holding her tightly around the neck he pulled her from her hiding place and held her in front of him with his knife disturbingly close to Taylor's neck. The one in red snarled and made to charge at the two of them but stopped when the knife pressed in just a little harder and a trickle of blood began to fall.

"Surrender freaks." The ninja snarled in a thick Japanese accent. "Or would you have her blood on her hands?"

"Let the girl go." The blue one demanded. "She has no part in this."

"Of course, but first your surrender." To make his point clearer he made as if to cut her throat. "Now put away your weapons."

The four looked hesitant but eventually the blue one began to sheath his swords and the others followed suit with the one in red being the last to put his knives away. As this was happening Taylor was putting her powers to use.

You wouldn't think that bug control would be very useful in a fight but you'd be surprised how many nasty, stinging, biting things you could find around a dockyard and all of them answered Taylor's call and made their way to their new master. As the swarm surrounded his head and the wasps stung and the spiders bit the ninja managed to remain stoic. Then Taylor managed to fish out her pepper spray and getting that in his eyes was too much. He let out a scream and pushed Taylor away as she stumbled forward the red turtle broke stereotypes and ran past her at serious speed.

"Thanks." He grunted before punching out the would-be hostage taker.

After that things fell into chaos as the fight resumed and Taylor was pulled into it. She did her best to help what she had decided were the good guys, sending her swards to distract anyone who was attacking the turtles and just doing her best to stay out of the way.

Eventually the fighting came to an end as the last of the ninjas fled into the night. After a moment the four turtles put their weapons away and walked up to her.

"Thanks for the help." The blue one said as he made to offer her a hand. "The foot can be- GET DOWN!"

The four turtles dropped to the ground in an instant but Taylor was just a tad too slow and felt a stabbing pain. As she turned her head towards the source of the pain she saw an arrow embedded in her arm.

"Oh, I got shot." Taylor said distantly. "With an arrow. That's funny I always figured it would be a guuu."

Her voice trailed off into a slur as she fell bonelessly to the ground.

"What do we do Leo?" The one in orange asked in a panic.

"We should get her to a hospital." The one in purple replied. "This arrow is clearly poisoned."

"And tell the intake desk what" The one in red scoffed. "We were fighting a ninja clan and she got caught in the crossfire oh and by the way don't call the Protectorate."

"Quiet." The one in blue said sharply. "Mikey you help me carry her. Splinter's dealt with the foot before he'll know what to do. Raph you take point, Donnie watch our six."

The other three moved to follow his orders although the now named Raphael made sure to grumble about it the whole way.

Rising up against evil, paint the city green,
Raph is ready for a fight, Leo's runnin' the scene
Mikey's got mad skills, Donnie rocks machines
With each other they discover their destiny and rise!

Cowabunga!

Rise of the...
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
(Rise of the!) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
Heroes in a half shell
Turtle Power!

Growing up in shadows, Brockton Bay underground
Discovering the secrets that are hiding all around
The city needs heroes when there's trouble on the prowl
Four brothers from the sewers rise to take the villains out!
 
The Boy? Troubles of one Victoria Dallon
I don't know man. I just don't know.

This is set in 2011. Taylor managed to reach out to a faculty member at Arcadia who had initially offered her a spot back in the day and convinced them to give her a chance.

Vicky strutted down the halls of Arcadia feeling on top of the world. Her hair was perfect, her clothes fashionable and immaculate. Her face was gorgeous and her overall vibe was awesome. Lastly and most importantly Dean had been well and truly dumped and it was time to move on to bigger and much, much better things. Walking into the library her eyes were immediately drawn to him and all of her confidence disappeared.

As she sat down at a table and pulled out a book so she could pretend to study Vicky couldn't help but wonder how it all went wrong. She was Glory Girl a hero among heroes, a legend in the making, star of a number of fanfics she really, really wished she didn't know about. She didn't hide from a crush, she didn't stutter and blush like some... Teenager! She was better than that damn it!!!

Yet here she sat reading the same line of her history textbook over and over and over as she tried to get a look at him. That svelte figure, those gorgeous wavy locks framed his face just right. That wide expressive mouth and those intelligent eyes hidden behind just the cutest glasses. Heaven help her but she had it bad for the new boy. Taylor Hebert had silently inserted himself into the fabric of Arcadia at the start of the year and just as quietly taken possession of the heart of one Victoria Dallon.

She let out a longing sigh as she let her face fall onto the table. There he sat, the boy of her dreams a mere two tables away from her and yet she was too much of a coward to go over there and say.

"I'm just a girl flying over a boy (she always felt more confident while flying) asking him to love her."

After that they'd date and kiss and cuddle and possibly do some things Mom would definitely not approve of but it would all be worth it just to be in his arms. It would all be so perfect if only, if only.

"Pining over the new kid again?"

An obnoxious voice said as the owner of said voice plopped down on the chair next to her. Vicky rolled her head just far enough so she could level Dennis with the most devastating death glare that she could muster. One powerful enough to cause him to flee in terror. He somehow refrained from fleeing.

Curses foiled again.

Kind and compassionate hands began to rub soothing circles on Vicky's back and as she closed her eyes and let herself drift. Vicky decided that whoever this person was they were now her third favourite person in the world. Right after Taylor and Amy.

"What's wrong sis?"

Oh the back rubber was Amy that's nice, the fry cook at Fugly Bob's who always gave her a large serving when she ordered a medium could remain in his place of honour.

"Seriously Vicky are you okay?"

Amy asked once more and reluctantly Vicky pushed herself up into a proper sitting position and gave her grumpy little sis her best smile.

"I'm fine Ames just a bit tired is all."

"Oh, is crushing on your unobtainable love so exhausting?" Dennis asked from the sidelines.

"Shut up Dennis." The two Dallon sisters snapped in unison.

"So you and Dean are done for good then?" Amy asked hoping to open up the lines of dialogue.

"Yeah I think so." Vicky replied. "Dean's a good guy and all that but he just can't hold a candle."

Vicky let out a long soft sigh and let her gaze fall upon Taylor once more. He looked so cute sitting over there engrossed in his book completely lost to the world. Amy followed her beloved sister's line of sight.

"Taylor, you have a crush on Taylor?!" Amy asked incredulously.

"What's wrong with that?" Vicky demanded in a huff.

"Nothing, nothing at all." Amy sputtered. "I mean I guess I can see it. I kind of lean that way myself but I just didn't think Taylor would be your type."

Vicky let out a low chuckle and shook her head ruefully.

"Me neither but there's something about him that's just so... Different and I think I like different."

Vicky and Amy both looked down blushing although neither could quite explain why that was. From his position in the peanut gallery Dennis decided to chime in.

"Very different." He laughed. "So different in fact that I think you should just let it go. I've worked on a couple projects with Taylor and I'm sorry Vicky." He let the laughter leave his voice and looked at her very seriously.

"You just aren't Taylor's type."

Vicky gasped in indignation and then she gasped once more for good measure.

"I am so totally his type." Vicky huffed. "Look at me I'm everyones type."

"Whatever you say but I'm telling you you don't have a shot. I'm sorry."

Dennis spread his hands out as a physical way of saying hey what can you do Vicky. You just aren't good enough or smart enough or pretty enough for anyone to love you. A tiny corner of Vicky's mind noted that she might have some issues she might want to contemplate later on but there were more important matters to deal with.

"You know what I should thank you Clock." Vicky hissed under her breath as she gathered up her stuff. "If it weren't for you being such a colossal jerk I would still be sitting her pining. Instead I'm going to march over there and get me a boyfriend."

"You go girl." Dennis replied as he raised a lazy fist in the air.

As Vicky walked away Amy reached out an arm to grab Dennis's sleeve and pull him close so no one else could hear what she was going to say.

"Did Vicky say boyfriend?"

Dennis just grinned at her.

"Vicky thinks that Taylor's a boy?"

Dennis grinned even wider.

"You do realize she's going to kill you after this?"

"Worth it."

Their little conversation came to an end as Vicky gave a surprised but happy looking Taylor a quick hug and rushed over to rejoin the pair.

"He said yes." Vicky said haughtily. "We're going to a poetry recital this weekend at this used bookstore Taylor knows. God I could never get Dean to do anything like this. It's almost like Taylor's a girl or something, she just gets it you know."

Without waiting for a reply Vicky quite literally skipped out of the library already planning the perfect outfit to impress her new man.

The ultimate form of the useless lesbian. The unknowing lesbian.
 
Woman Without Fear: Worm/Daredevil Xover (outline)
Another chapter of Boy trouble? and possibly Wildcat or Bad moon rising(if I can get them to a point I like) should be coming out tomorrow and in the meanwhile I've been playing around with this idea pretty much since I settled on my profile pic but just can't quite bring it all together. So I figure I'll put the outline I have together and see if that sparks anything.

One day when Taylor is around 10 years old her school closes down early and Danny ends up taking her to the DWA for the rest of the day. Taylor gets bored and asks if she can go explore/play and Danny agrees but tells her not to get in anyones way and to stay on the property. While she's out Taylor sees a truck carrying some kind of hazardous material go out of control and its about to hit someone. She pushes the pedestrian out of the way but the material the truck was carrying gets in her eyes. Shortly after Danny arrives on the scene to find Taylor screaming that she can't see.

In the hospital Taylor's recovery is slow and she keeps complaining that everything is too loud. This stops after an old man who works at the hospital speaks to her (yes its stick) and she begins to improve rapidly.

Over the next few years finances are tight for the Hebert family due primarily to the special accommodations that Taylor requires in school that the Brockton Bay School board won't cover. Knowing this Taylor dedicates herself to her studies much harder than she did in the regular timeline causing her ultimately to finish high school and start university early (round the start of canon). However before that could happen Annette still dies her and Danny had been arguing about money and she stormed off to cool down. Taylor followed after her in secret and hears her mothers heart stop.

In the years after Annette's death money is even tighter and Danny is forced to compromise himself. The ABB approach him to store and move shipments through the dockyards. He manages to get them to agree to never move people and makes the deal. His daughter needs him to be strong for her and so he forces himself to be weak.

Things start to look a little brighter for the Hebert's. Taylor's finished high school early and has a full ride scholarship to Brockton Bay University where she eventually intends to study law. One night though the ABB break their end of the bargain with Danny and attempts to move their next load of girls through the docks. Danny objects and the gang members begin to beat him for his troubles. A dark figure comes out of the night and fights off the thugs and frees the girls. Before Danny can thank his saviour she disappears leaving behind only the odd club she'd used as a weapon.

The next morning Taylor asks Danny why he looks like he got the shit kicked out of him and he deflects not wanting to worry her. Later that morning he's in his office agonizing over what to do, he can't be a part of this anymore but if he does anything what if they go after Taylor!? All the while he's running over his options in his head he is idly fiddling with the club and accidentally presses a hidden trigger. The club extends into a walking cane kind of like the ones Taylor has... Exactly like the ones Taylor has and the woman from last night she and Taylor had about the same build. It all clicks for Danny. He calls the police and tells them everything he knows about the ABB.

Over the next little while there is a huge crackdown on the ABB but eventually it calms down until one night Danny is leaving work and finds a bunch of men surrounding his truck. They tell him this can all go away if he just begs Lung's forgiveness and hands over the Dockyards to him. Danny refuses and when they threaten to go after Taylor he surprises them all by laughing and telling them to just try it. He'd love to see it. They shoot Danny and leave him for dead.

In the coming days Taylor creates her first Daredevil costume (torn between keeping the red and yellow at first or jumping straight to the red). and goes after the ones responsible for Danny's death. She manages to get everyone directly involved but she can't get any hard evidence connecting Lung.

Here's where it gets a little fuzzy for me I'd bring in some Daredevil rogues as independent villains and probably slot Lung in as kind of a kingpin type figure where she can disrupt his operations but it's damn hard to take him down permanently (in this case largely due to Lung's own physical power as opposed to kingpins political power). On the civilian side of things I'd probably have her connect with Crystal Pelham because contrasting with New Wave could be fun. Still not sure who I'd want to make into the Foggy Nelson type of character

So yeah...
 
The Girl Troubles of Taylor Hebert
The sequel to this. Time for more Taylor is suffering but this time the tone is comedic.

Took a break from Wolfy Taylor to bang this out.

The dawn was bright and cheerful on this Saturday morning, the birds were singing, the bees were buzzing, the villains were scheming and the Taylor's were panicking. She was running to and fro throughout her room looking for the outfit she'd selected for today. Vicky was the first chance that she'd had to make a real friend since starting at Arcadia and she couldn't blow it. She had to look perfect, to talk perfect, to be perfect and yet here she was.

"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?"

Taylor frantically muttered to herself as she checked under the dresser for the fifth time, when the clearing of a throat behind her knocked her out of her spiral.

"Looking for something?" Danny asked with an amused grin on his lips.

"That blouse and skirt I got last week." Taylor panted out as she continued scrambling. "I wanted to wear them to the poetry reading today."

"You wanted to look good for Vicky. I get it." Danny nodded understandingly.

"Exactly." Taylor replied before turning to glare at her parental figure. "Not like that. I told you we are just friends. Got it. Just. Friends."

"Oh yes, I get it I have friends as well, you know? Of course I don't spend." Danny paused to look at his watch. "Wow, going on am hour. Frantically looking for what I decided was just the perfect outfit."

Taylor was reduced to sputtering and frantic gestures as Danny mentally marked another victory for himself in the ongoing battle between parent and progeny.

"Come on I did laundry last night." Before Danny could say anymore a blur that vaguely resembled his daughter rushed past him. "Maybe they ended up there." He finished to the empty room before shrugging and heading for the basement stairs.

"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! YOU STUPID FUCKING HUNK OF JUNK! I'LL TAKE YOU APART WITH A FREAKING SLEDGEHAMMER YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!"

The angelic tone of his beloved baby girl rang through the house and in fact continued to travel three blocks in every direction from their home.

"Just like her mother." He muttered to himself as he jogged down the stairs.


Danny and Taylor both stared in horror at what had once been a rather attractive skirt and blouse combination. One of the nicer outfits Taylor had owned had been reduced to something which would be tight on a size zero and while Taylor felt justly proud of the work that she'd been putting into getting in shape. A size zero she most certainly was not.


"I am so sorry kiddo." Danny said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I must've used the wrong detergent or temperature or something."

"What am I going to do?" Taylor whispered in horror. "Vicky's going to think I'm a slob and this was going to be my first time back at the nook since Mom."

"I know little owl. I know." Danny said as he wrapped an arm around Taylor who despite her anger found herself nestling into the embrace ever so slightly. His eyes widened in realization and he snapped his fingers as an idea came to him.

"You are about the same size as your Mom now and I still have her clothes in the closet. Let's take a look and see if there's anything that'll work."

Before he could think through this idea any further Danny turned to head up the stairs with Taylor hot on his heels.

The initial minutes of the search through the closet went by without incident. However around thirty minutes in if you happened to be passing by the Hebert Household you would hear the indignant and horrified voice roar out through the upstairs window.

"WHY DID MOM EVEN OWN THIS!!!!!"

And if you were close enough you could hear a sheepish voice respond.

"Remember how you used to want a little brother?"


Now let us leave the sanctuary of familial bliss that is the Hebert Household to look in on another happ- another lov- another family. In the living room of the Dallon home Victoria Dallon, the heroine Glory Girl, scourge of the underworld, vanquisher of evil and wrecker of your shit was pacing back and forth while trying to resist the urge to bite her fingernails. It was a terrible habit she knew and especially so when her cousin Eric had done such a great job on her last manicure.

"He said he'd be here at noon and it's." She looked at her watch. "11:56 and he's not here. Maybe he got lost, or maybe his bus broke down I know he doesn't have a car."

Vicky gasped in horror and flew over to the couch where Amy had been happily minding her own business as her and Mr. Hercule Poirot worked to solve the murder on the links. Sadly, justice would have to wait as her oh so beloved sister pushed her book down and stared directly in her eyes.

"What if a supervillain kidnapped him, Amy?" Vicky whispered out in horror. "What if I don't know that Tattletale bitch heard about my one true love and kidnapped him to get to me." Vicky suddenly sprung up into the air ready to fly off to save the day… Only to be stopped by the hand of her sister grabbing onto her foot.

"Alright first of all you two barely know each other. I think it's a little too early to declare Taylor as your one true love. Second of all kidnapping isn't really Tattletale's style and thirdly."

The doorbell rang and before either Vicky or Amy could move Mark Dallon (who had been having one of his good days) called out "I'll get it" and shortly after the door opened. There was the faint sound of a friendly conversation before Mark's voice rang out through the house.

"Vicky, your da- I mean your friend is here."

Recognizing her cue Vicky paused for a moment to make sure her outfit and hair were perfect before flying through the secret (not really) entrance to the second floor that her and Crystal had built in the roof so she could make her grand entrance down the stairs. As she walked down the flight of stairs, she noticed that her father seemed to be holding back a comment about the length of her skirt and that Taylor's eyes had widened to the point they were practically falling out of his oh so handsome face.

Perfect absolutely perfect and even better unlike some previous dates with peoples who shall remain nameless, Vicky wasn't the only one to dress up. Taylor was waiting in the foyer wearing a nice pair of pants, a dress shirt and a vest. Not too fancy but perfectly presentable. It was amazing Taylor was putting so much effort into dressing up that if Vicky hadn't known any better than she'd have thought he was a girl. As she got closer to her soon to be paramour, Vicky noticed that the sleeves on his shirt must have been just a bit too long since they were rolled up revealing some nicely muscled forearms.

'Yum' Vicky thought as she unconsciously licked her lips before finally joining them in the entrance way. Before she could think better of it Vicky gave Taylor a quick hug and wrapped her arms around his before beaming a smile at her dad.

"We're off Dad." Vicky beamed. "Taylor's taking me to a poetry reading. I'll tell you all about it later."

Without waiting for a response Vicky dragged led Taylor firmly out the door while still respecting his autonomy and personal space (anyone who says otherwise is a lying liar who lies).

"Have fun." Mark called out as the door swung shut behind the pair. He contemplated the spot where the pair had stood mere moments before and rubbed a hand over his jaw as he pondered what had just occurred.

"Man I really don't know my kids."

I think at least for the next little while I am going to be doing one of these everytime I put out a chapter of one of my real stories. These are fairly quick and just fun for me.
 
The Realizations of Victoria Dallon
The real stories are being dicks to me, so more Taytay and Vickster shenanigans.Thankfully it's a long weekend so hopefully I can get something more substantial out in a day or two.

Despite what most would assume from the image she presented to the world Vicky Dallon was a person used to silence. Between her adorably introverted grump of a sister, a Dad who was doing his best and a Mom who… Was her mom, long extended silences were not an uncommon occurrence in her home. What she wasn't however was a person comfortable with silence and as she watched Taylor from the corner of her eye and saw the small smile on his lips as the wind rustled through his hair she realized that she was the only one to be uncomfortable with it, yet again.

"So," Vicky said after clearing her throat to ensure that Taylor's attention was entirely on her. Where it should be. "Does the bus usually take this long?"

Taylor was startled out of whatever thoughts had consumed them and for just a moment looked like a puppy confused about why it's owner was yelling at it (Vicky fought back the urge to coo at the cutenesss) before looking back and forth between Vicky's face and the watch on his wrist for a moment.

"Yeah, sorry it must be running a bit slow today." Taylor said as he blushed lightly. "Sorry bout this, I just haven't had a chance to get my licence so."

Taylor clicked his tongue and shrugged not sure how to finish that sentence. Vicky gave him her the most charming smile she could and wrapped her arm around his. "Little chilly." She whispered as she snuggled in. "This okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's fine." Taylor stammered. "I just might owe Dad five bucks."

Taylor whispered something under their breath that Vicky didn't catch but considering he was happy to play along with plan snuggle, she was happy to let that slide.

"Wait." Vicky gasped. "That poetry reading are we going to miss it? Maybe I should fly us there." She (reluctantly) let go of Taylor's arm and began to float up into the air.

"It's fine, it's fine." Taylor laughed as he grabbed Vicky's hands and started to pull her down. As soon as they were both on terra firm once again Vicky was gifted the lovely sight of Taylor's mischievous grin (a few miles away a red headed girl felt a pang of nostalgia for times gone by which shall never be again).

"The readings not for two hours." Taylor laughed. "Didn't you see that on the flyer back at school."

"I um, I didn't really notice the times." Vicky chuckled awkwardly. "Honestly um, I just wanted to hang out with you and it seemed like as good a reason as any."

"Oh."

The two of them stood there for a moment both blushing and both so focused on figuring out the next thing to say that they both failed to notice that Taylor was still holding Vicky's hands.

"Wait a sec if it's not for two hours why did you wanna leave so early?"

"My Dad's been kind of weird about this." Taylor flushed. "I just didn't want to give him more opportunities to make comments."

"Oh, I see." Vicky said slowly. "Is he worried about?" Vicky made flying noises as she moved her hand like a majestic and gorgeous superheroine flying through the air before making a fist and numerous explosion noises.

"The cape thing, new wave?" Taylor replied as he shook his head semi frantically. "No, no nothing like that it's just that." He took a deep breath and continued on. "It's that things at my old school weren't, he's just really happy that I'm making friends." Taylor paused and looked down before continuing. "That I'm seeing people."

Vicky found down a wild grin as she caught on to the specific wording Taylor had used there. She used two fingers to tap Taylor on the chin and lightly lift his face up.

"I guess we'll just have to keep seeing each other than." Vicky said as she cocked an eyebrow. "For your Dad."

"Yeah for my Dad."

Moving without thought the two of them began to inch closer and closer together until –

HONK!!!!!!

The siren song of a city bus rang through the air.

"You two getting on or what?" A thick and rather cranky Boston accent attached to a rather and cranky Boston man demanded.

"Sorry, Sorry." Taylor said as he pulled away from Vicky and ran up the steps to deposit an assortment of coins. "That should cover the both of us, sorry again." He turned around and gave Vicky an excited grin. "Come on, let's go." With a grin of her own Vicky bounded up the steps and joined her… Her Taylor in a seat in the back before a question occurred to her.

"If the poetry things not for two hours, what's the plan?"


As soon as the bus lumbered up to their final stop Taylor had grabbed Vicky's wrist and dragged her along behind her, clearly excited to show her wherever they were going. As she entered the Book Nook and was met with row upon row of novels and paperbacks and tomes, as she caught the scent of tea wafting gently through the air, she could only think of one thing to say.

"I am so glad you made us come here early."

"It's pretty great, right?" Taylor beamed. "It hasn't changed a bit."

"Little Taylor!!" A loud voice boomed as a large figure emerged from the stacks. Acting with the instincts of an experienced hero Vicky placed herself in front of Taylor and narrowed her eyes ready to throw down with… A stocky middle-aged woman with short greying hair. Before she could relax fully Taylor zipped out from around her and ran up to the probably not a supervillain.

"Andi!" Taylor cheered as she tacked the woman into a hug. The woman who was apparently Andi swung Taylor around a time or two before placing her back on her feet.

"Lemme look at you." The woman said in her husky voice. "You're growing up good kid." She gave Taylor one more quick hug before advancing on Vicky. "And who's your friend."

"This is Vicky." Taylor chirped as she came back to Vicky's side and threw an arm over her with apparent ease. "She's coming to the poetry reading with me."

"That's great." Andi beamed. "You two kids grab a table and I'll bring some drinks over, on the house. Do you still take the same tea TayTay?"

"Yup." Taylor nodded.

"And what can I get your friend."

"I don't really drink tea." Vicky shrugged. "Whatever you recommend I guess."

"Alrighty then, some green tea maybe." Andi nodded to herself before shooing them on their way.


The two were sitting at their table in a companionable silence when Vicky noticed something behind Taylor. It was a photo of a bunch of women sitting around a table, in fact it might have been the very table her and Taylor were sitting at. There was a young and muscular redhead who was clearly Andi, a woman who looked remarkably similar to Taylor and in the center was someone who looked familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"You noticed our pride and joy." Andi laughed as she placed the tea in front of the two of them, followed by a tray of sandwiches. "The pigs finally stopped coming by so we can put it up again."

"It looks great." Taylor beamed. "But we didn't order these."

"On the house. Have fun girls."

With that Andi left to do whatever it is small business owners do. Taylor immediately started in on the sandwiches but Vicky was still distracted by trying to figure out who that woman was-

"Taylor." Vicky hissed. "That's Lustrum."

"Yeah, this was a meeting place for them back in the day." Taylor said after swallowing her sandwich. "Look there's my mom there." Taylor pointed her out and Vicky's horrified eyes followed his finger.

"Your Mom worked for a villain?" Vicky whispered harshly.

"You say tomato, I say radical but necessary social movement." Taylor shrugged.

"Wasn't there a plan to put men in chastity and pair them off to a woman so they'd be." Vicky put air quotes around the next word. "Safely controlled until they could be educated."

"That was a splinter group and was almost immediately disavowed." Taylor stated primly. "Of course, the news media fails to mention that."

Vicky was nodding along until she noticed a rather important word in that sentence.

"Almost?"

"It is a tempting thought." Taylor waggled his eyebrows and Vicky looked down with a light blush on her cheeks. Thankfully the lights started going down so Vicky decided to relax, expand her horizons with someone she was rapidly becoming rather fond of and file that thought away for later… Examination.


Somehow over the course of the afternoon Taylor and Vicky had found their way next to each other and Vicky as some point ended up back in snuggle town. As the last performer finished their piece and began to walk away Vicky wiped a tear from her eyes and cuddled into Taylor's chest once more determined to enjoy it as long as she could. It was odd though Taylor's arms were rather firm, Taylor was clearly someone who tried to keep fit but his chest was soft and comforting. Why if Vicky didn't know any better, she would think –

"Hey it wasn't that boring, was it?" Taylor whispered. "Come on wake up, it's time to go."

"Not sleeping, comfy." Vicky murmured as she pulled herself away from Taylor and took a moment to feel smug as she observed Taylor's beautiful handsome face and the blush it was wearing.

"Taylor, what a surprise to see you here?" A grating voice said from nearby. Immediately Vicky turned the most devastating death glare at some red headed bitch.

"I introduced you to this place Emma." Taylor grumbled. "Really not that big a surprise."

"I guess so." Emma said in a friendly tone that still rang false in Vicky's ears. "It's just so rare to see you out of your hole and looking so." She blatantly looked Taylor up and down. "Manly."

For some reason Vicky didn't understand Taylor seemed hurt by that comment and looked down in embarrassment. Alright hero time then.

"Look, I know it must be so hard for you." Vicky simpered as she stalked towards Emma. "I mean losing someone like Taylor must suck, so much. But your loss is my gain." As Vicky had approached Emma, Emma had been retreating backwards and as her back collided with the wall she gulped in fear.

"Now then here's what's going to happen." Vicky snarled. "We are going to leave and you are going to forget that you ever heard the name Taylor Hebert because if I catch a glimpse of that ginger atrocity you call a haircut. It won't end well for you. Kay."

With her point made Vicky headed over to Taylor and once she'd once more taken her place on his arm the two of them were on their way.

"Thanks for that." Taylor whispered as they left the building.

"Hey, no problem." Vicky beamed as she nestled into Taylor's shoulder. "Not the first tiem I've scared an ex for someone."

"Not an ex." Taylor replied. "Well not like you mean. We were friends for years, more than friends actually we were like sis-." Taylor cut off whatever they were going to say with a shake of the head. "We were close and then one day, we just weren't."

"Well, her loss."

With the emotional well of both exhausted they passed the trip back to the Dallon house in pleasant conversation but all the while Vicky's brain was running through the events of the day. Her Dad had acted weirder than usual when he met Taylor, Taylor's chest was softer than she would have expected of a boy and Taylor had been offended by being described as Manly… Oh no as Vicky gave the other girl a hug goodbye at the door, she knew only one thing she needed to talk to Amy.


Amy held the novel to her chest and let out a long sigh. A beautiful story of a compassionate healer overwhelmed by an uncaring world, a forbidden love that brought her peace and their struggles to find happiness. She would never understand why she found stories like that so compelling. As she was reaching for the next novel in the series her door flew open.

"AMY, I THINK TAYLOR'S A GIRL!!!!!" Vicky screamed.

"Oh," Amy blinked. "That must have been a shock for you. So are you going to break up with her?"

"No, no I still want to date her." Vicky said as she fell down next to Amy on the bed. "I just need to figure out how to handle the whole hey I thought you were a dude thing."

"So, you're what Bi?"

"Yes, probably, maybe. I don't know." Vicky sputtered. "I have that meltdown scheduled for tomorrow. Stay focused."

"You schedule your emotional meltdowns?" Amy snarked.

"I have to in this family, check it out." Vicky replied as she pulled out a planner and handed it over to Amy who flipped through it idly.

"You've got the rest of us in here." Amy said idly. "Mom and Dad are going to have a marital breakdown next Tuesday?"

"Dad's trying a new medication. It's got him a bit tetchy and mom is working a big case."

"Ahh." Amy paused for a moment. "Want to work on some schemes so Taylor doesn't get mad at you?"

"Yes please."
 
An Awkward Conversation (A boy? Troubles chapter)
So I want to apologize for going silent this week has been stressful and it kind of killed my muse for a bit. Long story short my union is probably going to be going on strike and I am just a tad terrified (rent, food etc etc) anyways I'm going to be working some overtime tomorrow bulk up the next paycheque and after that I'm going to sit myself down and force myself to write and get something more substantive out. Be good to take my mind off of things.
So without further adieu, it's time for more from our beloved dum dums.


Vicky and Amy had talked long into the night, probably too long Vicky reflected as she stifled a yawn while waiting in the courtyard of Arcadia. Vicky and Amy had worked on the Taylor dilemma for the entirety of what remained of the weekend and at around 3:00 am the night(morning?) before they were forced to admit defeat. Despite their best efforts it seemed that the strategy most likely to lead to success was one neither of them were comfortable. Emotional honest and open communication.

In a rather nice corner office, in a semi upscale office building downtown Carol Dallon suddenly felt a surge of disappointment in her children. This is a fairly common occurrence however and of no direct relevance to the events unfolding at the moment and so we shall speak no more of it.

In the early days of Vicky's infatuation with the bespectacled beauty that had consumed her thoughts and day dreams she had stalked researched her and discovered that she always arrived early and spent a few minutes chatting with a middle aged man in his truck. Some kind of daddy-daughter time most likely and so despite her usual inclinations Vicky had set her alarm for far too early o'clock and arrived at school at the hour of oh dear god why. Her musings were interrupted by the sound of a rumbling motor and the entrance of a truck that while not more rust than metal was approaching a 50/50 split.

Vicky caught sight of Taylor's delighted grin through the windshield and returned the excited wave she offered with one of her own and prayed to a god she wasn't entirely sure she believed in that the girl would still be that happy at the end of their conversation.

Slowly Vicky walked over and caught the tail end of a furious whispered conversation between the two occupants of the vehicle.

"Just don't embarrass me." Taylor hissed out before practically leaping out the door and after a brief moment of hesitation gave Vicky a hug. "This is a nice surprise." She whispered into Vicky's ear and giggled as Vicky suppressed a shiver of pleasure.

"Ah hem." The man in the truck cleared his throat as he exited at a more subdued pace than Taylor who flushed with embarrassment.

"Right, sorry." She laughed. "Vicky, this is my Dad and Dad this is Vicky."

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Hebert."

Vicky said as the two of them shook hands. In one of his more present moments her father had told her that you could judge a lot about a man by his handshake and from what she could recall Mr. Hebert's would certainly pass any test. It was firm without being crushing and he had the hands of someone who worked for a living as her Dad liked to say.

"It's nice to meet you, Vicky." Mr. Hebert said as he released his grip. "And please it's just Danny for any … Friends of Taylor's."

There was a certain inflection to his voice that must have been taught to all parents so they would be prepared to embarrass both their children and any potential suiters and as both Taylor and Vicky stumbled over their words it proved to be as effective as ever. Danny looked over the two blushing maidens fondly before catching a glimpse at the clock face that hung over the entrance of the school.

"Shoot, I've got to run." He muttered before giving Taylor a quick peck on the top of her head. "It was very nice to meet you, Vicky."

Without waiting for a reply, he hopped back into the truck and drove away leaving the two staring after him.

"Is he normally like that?" Vicky asked feeling just a bit stunned.

"Sometimes, he takes his work pretty seriously." Taylor replied. "So, what's up I wasn't expecting to see you first thing?" She paused for a moment and then fluttered her eyelashes as she continued. "Were you that excited to carry my books to class?"

Images of the two of them playing out every single scene from a cliché high school romance ran through Vicky's mind without her consent and while they were nice it wasn't what she was here for.

"Not right now." Vicky said and noting how serious she sounded Taylor's back stiffened and her eyes became more focused, almost severe.

"Is everything alright?" Taylor asked with concern lacing every syllable. "Do you need any help? I probably can't do much but we could talk and I could –"

"Yes, talking. We need to talk." Vicky blurted out. "Maybe we should sit down first? Let's sit down." Without waiting for a response Vicky quickly flew off to a nearby bench and waited for Taylor to join her. Once Taylor arrived and sat down on a bench across from Vicky a heavy silence fell over the two of them.

"You're kind of scaring me here Vicky." Taylor hesitantly broke the silence. "Saturday wasn't that bad, was it?"

"No, no." Vicky rushed to reassure her. "Saturday was great, wonderful even."

"Good I thought so too." Taylor replied as she looked down awkwardly. "So, why did you want to talk to me. Did you want to make plans for another." She hesitated on the last word for a moment before continuing. "Date?"

"I'd like that." Vicky said with a wide grin. "But I really need to talk to you about something. I don't really know how to start this so." Vicky took a deep breath and finally took the plunge. "You're a girl."

Taylor blinked at her in confusion.

"Yes." She confirmed.

"And I like you. Like you, like you I mean." Vicky cringed a bit at her wording but it was out there now.

"Good, cause I like you, like you too." Taylor smirked. "Also, I'm back in the fifth grade apparently."

"See the thing is." Vicky continued on seemingly not even noticing Taylor's response. "I've never really liked a girl before."

"I see." Taylor said as she leaned forward and grabbed Vicky's hands in her own. "This is new to me too but we can figure it all out together. Alright." The smile she gave Vicky was open and kind and lovely and Vicky really, really wished she could leave everything there but…

"That's great Taylor but that's not really what I'm getting at." Vicky replied as she squeezed Taylor's hands.

"The thing is I had a crush on you before we ever really talked. I saw you around school and you were cute." Taylor started blushing at this moment. "And we were in class together and you were smart and insightful and funny. So, I started crushing and I'd only ever crushed on guys before." The smile and blush on Taylor's face began to fade and she let go of Vicky's hands. "So, I sort of I guess assumed you were a guy and didn't think about it and then I told some friends of mine about you and."

"You thought I was a guy." Taylor cut in.

"Yes, but when I got to know you, I realized."

"You thought I was a guy." Taylor was laughing as she cut in and continued to do so sounding more and more hysterical as she continued. "And then when you finally figured it out you had to tell me so you could what, make me feel worse about myself, make me hate myself. Or did you just want to have a big laugh."

"No, no, it's not like that." Vicky cried out desperately. "I just, I like you and I wanted to be honest. I needed to be honest."

"Like me?" Taylor scoffed. "You don't even know me." For just a moment Vicky thought she could see tears in Taylor's eyes before her face went cold. "I think I'd like for you to leave."

"Tay." Vicky started as she tried to reach out a hand that Taylor quickly backed away from.

"I said go away." Taylor stated firmly and after a moment Vicky nodded in agreement but before she left she pulled out a card and put it on the bench.

"I never wanted to hurt you." Vicky said softly. "I hope you know that. That's my number there. If you ever want to talk about." She waved her hands vaguely not knowing how to describe the mess they found themselves in. "Just call me anytime day or night."

She waited for a response but there was none and after a moment she turned and walked away. Once she was in the school she waited to see if Taylor would come in after her. She did not and that was the last Vicky would see of her all day.


Danny let out a small growl of frustration as his email crashed on him again. It wasn't anything serious just another in a series of inconveniences and frustrations that made up the vast majority of his day but damn if it didn't get under his skin.

"Dana." He called out to his secretary and after she entered his office, he held out a thick file folder for her to take. "That's the paperwork for the new boys, could you run it down to payroll for me." There was a beat of silence as Dana cocked an eyebrow and stared at him with a look eerily similar to the one his old school teachers used to give him. "Please." He finished.

"Of course, sir." She replied primly and headed out the door. A moment after she left his phone rang.

"Danny Hebert, what can I do for you?" He answered.

"Mr. Hebert, this is Alison Reynolds. I'm the executive assistant at Arcadia. It would appear that Taylor hasn't attended any of her morning classes. Would you care to explain?"

Danny's eyes widened and he tried to think of what to say.

"Mr. Hebert." The voice on the other end prompted.

"Oh, god I am so sorry." Danny lied quickly. "Taylor was sick this morning, nothin' serious but I decided it was best she take the day. Calling it in, just slipped my mind. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience"

"I see." The voice sniffed primly. "I'll excuse the absences for todays but in future, please remember to inform us if she's going to be absent."

"Of course." Danny replied. "I guess after Winslow I'm not used to a school that's so on the ball. I doubt they would have even thought to ask."

There was a small laugh at the other end and the woman on the other line sounded much more human when she replied.

"Well, we do try." The voice softened just a tad. "Do tell Taylor to feel better. She's helped out around the office a few times. Such a sweet girl."

"She is." Danny nodded to himself. "You know I had a few things this morning that couldn't wait but they should be able to survive without me from now on. If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to head on home. Can't do much but might as well be there."

"Of course, goodbye Mr. Hebert."

"Goodbye."

As soon as the line disconnected Danny was away from his desk and out the door.


Danny Hebert would not consider himself to be a particularly smart man but he could put two and two together. The girl his daughter went out with shows up asking to talk and a short while later his little owl vanishes off the face of the earth. It had been a few years but he knew relationship drama when he saw it. So, Taylor was likely upset, confused and maybe a little scared. There was only one place she would be and as Danny slowly made his way there over debris and unopened boxes, he tried to think of what to say. When he knocked on the door of the hidden room in their attic and waited for a reply, he accepted the fact that he had nothing.

"Who is it?" His baby girl sniffled

"It's me." He said gently. "Can I come in, little owl or do you want to talk through the door?"

There was a pause.

"You can come in."

Danny opened the door and entered Taylor's own personal fortress of solitude. Whoever owned the house before the Hebert's had built a hidden bedroom in the attic and from the moment she'd discovered it as a curious six year old it had always been the place Taylor would retreat too when the world became too much. As he took in the sight of his kid curled in a ball with her arms wrapped around her legs and tears in her eyes Danny longed for the days when all it took was a hug, some tea and in the most serious cases a few stuffed animals to fix all of his girl's hurts.

"How'd you know I was here?" Taylor asked and while Danny wasn't sure if she was speaking to him or her knees he decided to answer.

"Your school called and said you never showed up to class." Danny began to explain. "The last time I saw you was when you and Vicky were about to have some kind of talk and I took a guess. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Taylor murmured something that Danny couldn't quite catch.

"What was that?"

"She thought I was a boy!" Taylor said a little louder before hiding her face again.

"Fuck." Danny said after a moment of stunned silence. "So, what happened when you told her that you?"

"I didn't. She figured it out on Saturday and wanted to tell me."

"I'm sorry kiddo." Danny breathed out. "I just don't know what to say."

"I just thought things might be different." Taylor sniffled. "I thought Vicky was nice and at first, I thought I'd made a friend but then it was actually even better! Saturday felt like a date and I liked that… I liked her and it was all just a stupid joke. I thought I was out of Winslow but it's just the same."

"I'm sorry." Danny said again feeling that familiar hopelessness wash over him. "If I'd known that was going to happen, I would have stayed but." He shrugged. "I had a good feeling about her. Was anyone else there?"

"No, it was just the two of us." Taylor replied. "I guess she wanted to be the only one laughing at me but." Taylor frowned. "She wasn't laughing." She finished off her thought in a distant voice.

"No." Danny raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

After a moment Taylor nodded and began to explain.

"After you left, we were joking around for a bit and kind of flirting I guess." Against her will Taylor began to smile. "Then Vicky said that we needed to talk and asked me to sit down. She started on this ramble about how she liked me, she liked me before we ever really talked and she'd never liked a girl before." Taylor's brow began to knot in confusion. "She, said something about just assuming that I was a guy because she'd only ever liked guys. I got upset and told her to leave and she gave me her number and said if I wanted to talk that I could call her."

"I hate to say it." Danny began slowly. "And it sounds nuts I know but I think maybe she didn't intend to hurt you. Sometimes people can hurt us without ever meaning it."

"Maybe." Taylor replied. "But what if she did?"

"Then she's a bitch." Danny replied as he put an arm around Taylor. "That could be the case but sometimes people can be nice and kind and mean well and still hurt people. What if Vicky realized she'd made a mistake and wanted to tell you before you went any further? Do you think that could be what happened?"

"Maybe." Taylor allowed. "But it could have been a joke, maybe she was just setting me up to embarrass me even worse."

"Perhaps, here's how I see things, right now you have two choices in front of you. You can take a risk and see what happens or you can play it safe."

Taylor reached into her picket and pulled out the card Vicky had left her.

"I still have her number."

"So, the question is do you think Vicky is worth the risk?" Danny asked.

"I dunno. What do you think I should do?"

Danny pulled Taylor in closer to him and smiled gently as Taylor rested her head on his shoulder.

"I can't decide that for you. You and Vicky are you and Vicky and it's up to decide what that's worth to you. Starting any relationship." Taylor opened her mouth and he continued on. "Romantic or otherwise is always a risk and it's up to you decide if the chance of getting hurt outweighs the happiness you could get out of it."

"Are you sure you can't tell me if it's worth it?"

"Sorry kiddo."

Taylor nestled in to her dad.

"I miss when you could decide this stuff for me." Taylor pouted. "It was easier."

"Hey, you were the one who decided to grow up." Danny chuckled. "I wanted you to stay five forever."


It had been a long day for one Victoria Dallon and it had all passed in a haze. Ever since the conversation with Taylor went about as well as she expected if not as well as she'd hoped, she'd spent the rest of the day alternatively checking her phone and looking around for any sign of Taylor. Neither event had occurred and so she sat in her room staring at the phone simultaneously hoping that Taylor would call and terrified of that very thing happening. She was startled from her vigil by a knock on the door.

After she failed to respond the door opened and the tall broad figure of Mark Dallon entered the room.

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hi Dad." Vicky said in the most upbeat tone she could manage. "What's up?"

Mark fiddled with his hands for a moment before grabbing a chair from Vicky's make up desk and sitting down across from her bed.

"That's what I should be asking you." He began. "You've been off since Saturday and you aren't a good enough actress to hide that from us."

Vicky let out an affronted gasp but before she could interrupt her Dad carried on.

"And your mom and me are worried about you. Did the date go badly? Was this Taylor a jerk?"

"No, no." Vicky replied frantically. "Taylor's great, she's great. I think I'm the jerk but I didn't mean to be and ARGGHH!!"

After a rather satisfying few minutes of screaming her frustrations into her pillow Vicky came up for air and explained the whole sordid mess to her father who listened attentively.

"Now, I just don't know how to fix it!" She exclaimed.

"You can't." Mark stated flatly.

"What!?" Vicky shrieked and caused Mark to wince.

"No, that came out wrong." He hastened to correct himself. "It can be fixed I'm sure of it but you can't be the one doing the fixing. Can I be blunt sweetie?"

Vicky nodded and Mark took a deep breath before continuing on.

"You hurt this girl." He held up a hand to cut Vicky off before she could launch a rebuttal. "I know you didn't mean too and I know you'd never want to do that but the fact is you did and sometimes what we intended doesn't matter so much as the results. You hurt this girl and it sounds like you weren't the first." He got up and walked over to the bed so he could sit next to Vicky. "I know this is hard for you, I know you want to fly over there and make things right but you can't do that."

"So, what can I do?" Vicky wailed plaintively.

"Wait and see what Taylor does," Mark explained. "For the moment it's gotta be about what she wants and what she needs. If you fly over there and force the situation it's just going to make it worse because she'll feel attacked."

"I just, I hate not being able to do anything."

"I know." Mark said in as soothing a voice as he could muster. "You are a fixer, if anyone you care about is having troubles you feel like you have to make it right. It's a good quality, a wonderful quality even but right now you need to be patient."

Vicky's phone began to ring and Mark let out a small laugh as Vicky accepted the call.

"Maybe not that patient." He muttered as he ruffled Vicky's hair.

"Hi, Taylor." Vicky said hesitantly.

"Hi Vicky." Taylor replied just as hesitantly. "I think I'm ready to talk."

Next time the true villain is revealed and Clockblocker knows fear
 
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