MI High is coming to an end. What is going to be the future for the team ? Is there a future for the team ? Will everyone go their separate ways or will they stay together ?

I do not own MI High or its characters, just the story. Hope you like.

Dan sat outside on a wall, swinging his legs back and forth. He was eighteen. They had all sat their A level exams over the last month and this would be his last term at St. Heart's. Most kids his age were looking forward to a long summer break and the wide open future of University, College, a gap year or work. Dan was staring at the ground wondering what he was going to do.

Tom was inside talking to the head of science about his University choice. Tom had taken Maths, Further Maths, Even Further Maths, yeah, only kidding. It just seemed like he'd sucked up all the maths that existed, like a black hole for maths, and was creating his new theory of everything, kind of like a nerdy Professor Stephen Hawking. Aneisha was out shopping with her Mum for new outfits in expected celebration of her results. Aneisha had been offered a place at University Medical School. She was going to be a doctor. Keri had taken Art and Textiles and had been offered a place on an arts course. She was bursting with excitement.

And what about Dan ? Yeah, what had he done ? Dan had done Music (no brainer) and Resistive Materials (or woodwork as his Dad would say). He could play a guitar and he could make stuff out of wood. He was going to go far. Yay ! Tom had reminded him he'd got a C for Chemistry. Dan had only got that because of Frank helping him with his explosives project. The memory made Dan grin. That had been a really, really big bang ! His smile quickly faded. Gloomily, Dan scuffed his shoe across the concrete of the school yard. He was going nowhere. The only job he had ever wanted to do, was be a spy. He'd done that through school. Now he was going to leave school and Frank had made it clear that MI9 were not looking to recruit him for the adult training programme. He couldn't pass himself off as 16 again somewhere else. He towered over half of the teachers and all the physical exercise had made him bulk up to the point where he couldn't always hide it inside baggy jumpers and T-shirts.

"Hey Mr. Happy !" said a cheerful voice by his side. He looked up to find Keri looking at him in an amused way. "Well you're a regular ray of sunshine today !" she said. "What's the matter ?" she asked.

Dan shrugged. "Doesn't matter," he answered. Then he noticed his pencil flashing. "Okay, this is probably Frank telling us we're off MI High," he said flatly. "Come on. Let's get it over with."

Dan dragged himself out of the lift behind Aneisha, Tom and Keri. Normally he was the one at the front, eager for their next assignment. He loved the adrenaline rush, the anticipation of putting some bad guys behind bars, the chance to help innocent people and just the sheer rush of running around and kicking ass. If he was honest, he loved the running around the most. The others had teased him mercilessly throughout their MI High careers and he would be the last to admit that they were right on the money. Now it was all going to end. What was he going to do ? He felt numb with emptiness.

"Right team ! Stella is coming to discuss your reassignments," said Frank, shuffling a few pieces of paper on his desk. He glanced at his watch. "Not like her to be late," he said, frowning. They all looked at one another and shuffled their feet awkwardly.

The tension was starting to get to Dan. He was beginning to feel a little sick. Way to go Dan ! Barf up in front of the boss, why don't you ? He took deep breaths and tried to concentrate on a point on the ceiling. When he glanced back down he realised that all of his team mates were looking at him curiously.

"You Okay Dan ?" asked Aneisha curiously. "It's just that you look a bit, peaky, you know ?" she asked.

"Fine. Just fine," muttered Dan faintly. It was no good, he felt his body heating up, which was always the forerunner to being sick for him. There were sudden movements around him and he was surprised to find himself being pressed into a chair.

"Take deep breaths Dan," instructed Aneisha. "It'll pass over in a minute," she said.

With beads of sweat on his forehead, Dan looked at her wryly. "You should be a doctor you know," he said ironically.

Aneisha smiled at him gently. "It has been said," she said, nodding sagely.

"What's wrong ?" asked Tom.

Dan looked up at his friend, the fear and emptiness suddenly showing in his face. "What am I going to do ?" he whispered. Instantly Keri and Aneisha each took one of his hands and Tom grasped his shoulder.

"Hang on a bit longer Dan," whispered Tom. "We don't know what's going to happen yet," he hissed.

"Ah team ! Sorry I'm late," said Stella loudly, causing them all to spin round guiltily to face her. Stella looked a little puzzled at their behaviour, but made no comment. She had long since given up trying to decipher the teen dynamics of her most unusual spy team. For some reason Dan was sitting in an office chair with Aneisha and Keri each holding one of his hands and Tom was now standing behind him gripping Dan's shoulder. Ah, she was getting an idea of what was going on now. "Frank, have you briefed the team about, you know ?" she asked.

"No, no ! I was going to wait for you," said Frank eagerly. He frowned as Stella nodded towards the team. Frank looked at the tight group of teens holding on to one another as if their lives depended on it, thought back to what he had said to them and suddenly realised what a monumental cockup he had made of things. "Ooooh ! Erm, I think we need to clear up a few things," he gabbled in panic.

"Yes we do," agreed Stella firmly and calmly. "Please relax all of you," she said kindly. "I think I have some good news for you. All of you !" she said, looking pointedly at the pale-faced Dan. "You have all been offered places at institutes of further education. Well done all of you ! Your contracts with MI High have now come to an end."

Dan gulped and closed his eyes. This was it. It was all over. The words that came next sounded like they were in a dream.

"However, MI9 has been pleased with all of your work and are not ready to let you go. We would like to offer you new contracts to continue working for MI9 during your further education," explained Stella.

Dan's eyes flicked open. "What, a sort of MI Uni ?" asked Keri.

"Moonie ?" asked Tom uncertainly.

"Erm, maybe not," said Frank uncertainly.

"Wait, you said that MI9 didn't want me on the senior agent training programme ?" asked Dan

faintly.

"That's right," said Frank. "You don't need the full training programme. You can already do nearly everything. You only need booster training in weapons, electronics and communications," he explained.

"You could have told me that before !" complained Dan.

"Oh, did I not do that ?" asked Frank, looking sheepish. Dan shook his head. "Sorry about that," Frank added.

Dan's shoulders slumped. He felt exhausted. He hadn't slept properly for nearly a week since Frank told him he wouldn't be taking the adult agent training. He felt a lot happier knowing what he did now, but boy was he tired !

"How are we going to work together ?" asked Keri. "We're all going to different places, and Dan didn't get in anywhere," she said rather tactlessly.

"What ? I didn't apply anywhere !" Dan objected. "Actually, where am I going to go ?" he asked, slumping further into his chair.

"Well, it wasn't easy, because you need to attend courses in the same city. Keri has been given an arts foundation course place at Central St Martins, Tom has Applied Physics at UCL, Aneisha has Medicine, also at UCL, and Dan will be studying Music," said Stella with a smile. "You're moving to London," she added.

"Hey, Music Dan ! How's that ?" asked Keri. "Dan ?" she asked when there was no reply.

Dan had slumped forward in his chair. His forehead was resting on the table in front and he was fast asleep.

"Dan's fine with that," Keri assured Stella.

Soooooo, new story huh. I have no idea where this one is going, so you'll find out as soon as I do :)

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