Author's Note: Do I have an obsession with slash? Maybe. So what? As a warning, I will admit that Timothy Fibb and John Wink are both out of character for this at first. Because I'm speculating on how they may have acted before they started acting kind of…well…distant. If it seems unrealistic, feel free to tell me. Set in high school. Also, I've forgotten if Lasso Lass was ever given a real name. If she was, please tell me, cuz for now I'm calling her Annie. And this chapter may be short, but this story won't be. You're warned.

Dedication: To Teh-Drabbler, as she is the only other person to have written a Wink/Fibb story.

"And here's your locker combination," The principal handed the teenage boy a slip of paper with random numbers on it. He awkwardly pocketed it, frowning as he felt her gaze go from his prematurely balding head to his oddly shaped hands.

"Thank you," He muttered, exiting before the principal could say anything else. It was so odd…he had left this city for five years, but his parents had recently decided to move back. Timothy Fibb was both excited at the prospect of seeing his friends again, and worried that they may have changed.

Physically, mentally, he was different. He knew that. The top of his head was almost completely bald. His hands were as oddly shaped as ever, though, and he had only grown a few inches since leaving. But what had changed the most was that he was no longer interested in fighting adult tyranny. But I'm sure they've grown out of that, too… He noted, making his way down the narrow hallway.

The whole hall smelled heavily of pine and cleaning solution. He took a deep breath, heading for his first class - Algebra 2 with Mr. Princely. The moment he entered the classroom, he saw her and recognized her immediately - Lasso Lass. Annie. Her outfit was the same as ever - the pink cowboy had, the spurs, the Western style clothing. She leaned over to talk to the person in the seat beside her - a boy whose eyes were hidden by shaggy brown hair, and appeared to have horns growing out of the side of his head.

Mr. Princely took the pink slip Timothy had received from the front office. "Class, this is Timothy Fibb," he said boredly, "Timothy, go take a seat."

He immediately grabbed the seat behind Annie. "Hello," He greeted her and John, giving a small smile. Both stared at him for a moment. Annie looked positively confused. It was John who caught on first.

"Timothy? When did you get back?"

"Just a few days ago, John," Timothy smirked. Shouldn't that be obvious? He decided not to tease his friend, just glad that he was recognized. "You haven't changed much."

"Neither have you, Timothy," John noted.

But Timothy had lied. While John still had the untamed hair and horns, he had also grown much taller. Leaner. He was a lot more fit than he used to be. Annie had grown taller and filled out a bit, but there was no other real difference with her, aside from the little bit of acne.

John glanced back at Timothy, aware that he could not see him. It was why John preferred to keep his hair long. Nobody knew if he was sleeping during class or watching them. It helped him when he wanted to study someone closely. You don't know what all has changed, Timothy…or how much... He watched as Timothy put his hand in his head, staring at Lasso Lass the exact way he used to. John shook his head. Though I am glad to see that you haven't…