Title : Is It Really You?

Summary : What would happen if there had been a girl in Martin's past who had broken his heart when she died? How much confusion would ensue if she were to suddenly reenter his life?

Rating : T for language, and just in case (might go up in later chapters, if I can knock conscience out long enough)

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PotatoPuff : Yay! My very first fanfic! Please be kind, I thought of the idea for this at 10:00 at night, when I was trying to get some sleep, started writing it in Geography the next morning, and am now typing this at 11:32 at night! The rest of my family is asleep!

PotatoPuff's Conscience : Of course, it's your choice to be awake still.

PP : Damn conscience, always trying to foil my plans of gaining pity.

PP's Conscience : I'm trying to stop you from becoming a cruel, selfless person, who lives off of other's charity.

PP : OH NO YOU DON'T! Let's have our very own Martin Mystery do my very first disclaimer while I have a… chat… with my conscience. Just a friendly chat.

PP's Conscience : PLEASE! Save me from the crazy lady!

PP : (drags conscience away, laughing maniacally, as conscience screams for mercy)

Martin : Well,I've got nothing better to do right now, so I'll give it a shot. PotatoPuff does not own me, Diana, Jenny, or anything else that appears in the TV show and is copyrighted by Marathon. She does, however, own this storyline and the OC Rachel.

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Chapter 1 : The Last Day I Ever Spent With Her

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

"Damn clock, it always moves so slow in the last few minutes of science. At least it lets me know when I should expect that note from her."

The blond haired teen heard paper slide, and let a little smile creep onto his face. He took his hand off his leg, and reached onto the table, looking for the note he was positive was there, asking him, 'R U BOARD?', purposefully spelled that way with a messed up smiley face beside it just to get a laugh out of him. When he found only the cold desk under his hand, he snapped back to the cruel reality. There would be no note. There hadn't been a note for 4 years now. He shook his head, and stared at Jenny.

"Maybe, just maybe, if I fill my head with thoughts of Jenny, I can shove out all the thoughts about her."

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Diana looked across the desk at Martin.

"Oh nice, he's daydreaming AGAIN." she thought

He was sitting there staring at the clock with his mouth hanging open, his eyes glassy.

"The idiot's probably daydreaming about Jenny again."

The smallest of smiles crossed his face, and he reached up and grabbed the desk.

"Oh yeah, he's probably totally thinking about getting close to her and grabbing her ass right now."

She watched as he jerked his head away from the clock, and looked down at the table in confusion. He closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head. When he opened his eyes, he shifted his attention to the back of Jenny's head. It was then that something occurred to Diana.

"What if he WASN'T thinking about Jenny while he was staring at the clock? But then, what WAS he thinking about?

Or who?"

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He was back in his old high school, wandering down the hall, shoving in between people trying to get from homeroom to 2nd period. He took a roundabout way to get there though, so he could pick her up at her locker. His present self, the part that knew it was a dream, was screaming for his feet to turn around, trying to put the brakes on, desperate to save himself from the torture of being around her, but he had no control in this dream of the past. His past self just kept on walking, with his present self continuing to struggle, until he stopped in front of a locker with a young lady stretching up to grab something off the top shelf. The present Martin, the one that knew it was a dream he had no control over, groaned and looked at the ceiling as his past self addressed her.

"Hey Rach. You not ready YET? MAN, you're slow!"

He was teasing her, but that was all it took for her to spin around with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.

"I will have you know, Martin Mystery, that it takes me twice as long to get to my locker as it does for you to get to yours, and, my stuff is organized neatly, not just thrown in a heap at the bottom, meaning it takes a bit longer for me to put my stuff away."

The present Martin smiled, remembering this playful bickering that had made them so close, their friendship so easy-going. Back then, it had made it so natural that they were just friends, not girlfriend/boyfriend. The past Martin put up his hands in a defensive gesture and took half a step backward with a huge smile on his face.

"Whoa, whoa, sorry to offend you. It's just that the bell's gonna ring soon, so we should get going to drama." he said.

That was when she completely dropped the false anger her entire body was radiating. Suddenly, she was totally at peace, calm, laughing, the hands having dropped off her hips. And the look in her eyes…

"You're right, we should get going." and with that Rachel started striding down the hall.

The past Martin ran to catch up to her, and they started talking about the progress they had made on their play in drama yesterday, but the present Martin had tuned them out. He had tuned everything out, except her. Once again, he had gotten lost in her eyes, those beautiful, dancing blue eyes. They reminded him of the ocean, one second perfectly calm and clear, the next, raging and turbulent, threatening to swallow up everything that pissed them off, and constantly leaving you in fear of getting lost in them if you stared into them for too long. His eyes slowly made their rounds, starting with the way her fiery red curls bounced on her back as she walked, those enchanting, sparkling blue eyes. He followed the gently sloping curve of her delicate nose down to the bottom, then moved on to her full, pink lips, the ones that were crying for him to kiss them. The way she filled out her pale red turtleneck, so it wasn't baggy and hanging on her, but it wasn't so tight that you could see absolutely everything underneath it. He traced the curve of her hips in those blue jeans that were snug at her waist, but flared out towards her ankles. Even her running shoes were elegant on her.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when the pair from the past turned into the drama room. He didn't want to look, but his eyes were inescapably drawn towards the date written on the board.

Sept. 10, 2001

The last day he ever spent with her.

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PP : Well, what do you think? By the way, just in case you didn't pick it up, if the narration is written in normal font, it's present day, the waking world, and when dialogue is written in italics during the waking world, it is what that character is saying in their head. If the narration is written in italics, it is one of Martin's dreams. Please review!

PP's conscience : Yes, please review, or else she'll beat me again for scaring you all away!

PP : I thought I told you to go away! I'll get you for disobeying me!

PP : (starts strangling conscience, like Homer & Bart off the Simpsons)