It seemed I had the rest of the day free. I wandered into Katherine's 'office'. I guess it was a tax thing or somesuch, but this was the room with all the Katherine Keller memorabilia.... her framed first Vogue cover.... a number of other framed glossy magazines and photos, including one with a very perplexed looking Dalai Lama which made me smile. There was her Golden Globe, her people's choice award, a number of teen spirit awards going back to the time she first started modeling. I hadn't realized how long she had been doing this. How long since she had been a part of the 'real world'.

So another one from the way-back machine. There was a specific reason this one was on hold though; it has to do with two little segments involving canon characters. I debated leaving it out, but while this one is harmless the next one is used for a bit of explanation and back story. I don't like to play with other people's characters as a rule... but this just fit the story too well. I did sort of ask permission, and wasn't told I couldn't... so here we go.

With apologies to Maggie Finson and Bek D. Corbin specifically, and Whateley canon in general, here we go.

Please remember this one is a fan fiction, and if you feel the characters portrayed are a bit out of character; well, the blood moon was out. The planets aligned, and the dimensions were melting under the weight of various class X's. Choose your poison there.

On with the chapter.

Strange things happen everyday, even on Mulberry Street. A true story.

Originally posted 2005-May-5; Reposted 2015-Jan-14

Thursday, March 15, 2007
Schuster Hall, Whateley Academy

The game was on. And the one who started it all was beginning to question who was the hunter and who was the prey?

Anyone remember this one? I know, I keep asking that. But I keep feeling like I need to. I should probably do something about that in fact; taking months to update a story is probably my most irritating feature as a writer. If only my muse didn't have ADHD.

Anyway, the plot thickens for Sasha.

Copyright Nagrij 2015.

Madison
By Anon Allsop

I sat upon a little bench and watched shadows race across the open expanse of the lawn. Deep were my thoughts as my mind filtered out and processed, what had gotten me to this exact place in my life.

Glancing at my watch, I saw the dial reflect the sun as it broke through the cloud that raced overhead. I squinted at the sudden glare, angling the face so I could see the dial. Ten minutes till two. I had forty minutes until I would be forever alone.

*Before…

“I just did some rough calculations and I think because we are lighter and we do not displace as much water and have less drag and we’re not utterly dependent on the wind we will be able to catch up with the cad in time.”

I blink. “In time for?” Wow that was a lot of silver dollar words.

“Hopefully if my estimates are true before we have to cross and go around Cape Horn.”

I blink and nod. I did that once and our ship was taking it’s time and we waited a full day and a half for the weather that the captain had wanted.

I look at Daniel and we both nod and Dr. Faraday looks at us both. “Perhaps you both should have a plan of action for when we do catch up with them.”

*And Now…

Kayda is on the road to get to Whateley, but even a simple road trip isn't so simple when there are forces trying to make her life miserable. And even if she gets to Whateley, will things get any better for her?

Ta da! The plot thickens and the weird factor intensifies. In this chapter we find out, well im not quite sure what we find out to be honest. You tell me.

Whoops, almost forgot this: Copyright Nagrij, 2015.