Yes, I know. Another one. Unfortunately this latched into my mind and I had to write it down. A couple of thousand words later I decided I may as well upload. I tried my hardest to ensure there was no one main character or focus, which led with the plot being incredibly confusing.

I'd like to apologise in advance for Fem Sigma. I needed a female AI and he/she worked best.

"Apparently Caboose is coming back tomorrow."

"I thought he had Aphasher, or something. How's he going to come to school as a retard?"

"One; Aphasia. Two; I'm sure he'll have some support teacher and three; seriously Tucker? That's low even for you."

Tucker sighed. "Sorry man. It's easier to distance myself, y'know?"

Church nodded wearily. "I visited him last week. He was a completely different person."

"Hey idiots." Tex plopped into the seat beside Church, paying no attention to the previous conversation. Just like Tex, not to give a fuck, Tucker thought, his words before already forgotten.

"Hey Tex." Church was experienced with hiding his emotions. Unless he was angry; he seemed hopeless at hiding that. "Your hair's blonde at the roots, by the way."

Tex raised a hand to her scalp as if she could feel the lack of black dye. "Fuck, I can't afford anymore."

Church rolled his eyes and handed her a twenty dollar note. Tex could never afford anything.

"Thanks Len," she murmured, giving him a quick kiss as she pocketed the money.

"Someone's desperate to get laid," Tucker smirked.

Tex's smile had a familiar sadistic look to it that made Tucker shiver. "I wonder how hard I'd have to hit your balls to ensure you never enjoy getting laid again."

Tucker gulped. Knowing her, Tex was seriously considering it, and she could probably do it. In an effort to change the subject and protect his privates, Tucker informed her; "Caboose is coming back tomorrow. Or so Church says."

"Will he be OK?" Her tone was of genuine concern. Perhaps she had been oblivious.

"We'll look out for him," Church muttered.

"Yeah, of course. It's our job as his friends." Tucker smiled, trying to pretend he didn't feel as bad as Church and Tex looked.

"You and Simmons are sooo lucky."

"Shut up Donut," Grif growled, not in the mood to listen to Donut's rambling.

Donut, of course, ignored him. "I mean, you two are perfect for each other. You've found your soulmate and you're still in high school!"

"Donut, Simmons is not my soul- oh nevermind. You wouldn't listen. Look, are you going to get to the point, or should I leave?" Grif had already eaten the small lunch he had packed.

"Why can't Doc realise how much I like him?" Donut wailed.

"Uh, maybe because you haven't told him!" Grif was getting sick of Donut's 'lovesickness'. It was almost as sickening as when he'd heard about him and Simmons. Almost.

"But what if he doesn't like me?"

"Then he doesn't like you, you stop annoying me and go find someone else to drool over. Win win win. It's not like you two are best friends."

"But just asking him ruins the romance!"

Grif gave up. "Where the hell is Simmons? He should have to deal with this too."

"Umm..." Donut's smile became slightly guilty. "He told me not to tell you. He wants to study."

Grif groaned. Exams were months away! What the hell was Simmons studying for? "I'll take you and Sister shopping this weekend."

Donut didn't even hesitate. "Our English room. He asked to use it after you found him in the library."

"Thanks. See you next class."

"Mkay." Donut had already resumed staring at Doc.

"Pleeeeeeease?"

Delta stared at his sister, expression stern. "Sigma, you're supposed to do your own homework."

"I forgot! And my teacher will give me a detention if I don't hand it in."

"Detention for one bit of homework? That seems a little harsh."

"Weeell, not exactly one..." Delta rolled his eyes. "Come on D, just this once, I promise."

Delta sighed before taking the sheet, quickly filling in the answers. "Somehow, I don't believe you."

"Yet you're doing it anyway," Sigma replied brightly.

Rolling his eyes once again, Delta handed back the completed math homework. "Careful, or I'll do what I do with Theta and make you do it."

Theta, who has just eaten though his and Delta's cupcakes (courtesy of Sigma's baking), shuddered. "That is one threat. Tread lightly Sig."

Sigma laughed. "Yes sir, mister bossy boots." Her ridiculously formal voice brought a smile to even Delta and Omega's face.

Simmons had hoped his latest studying spot would last more than a day. "What do you want, Grif?"

"Uh, to see my boyfriend." Grif scoffed as he noticed the loads of books besides Simmons. "Really? What the hell are you studying for? Surely you can get it done at home."

Simmons snapped. He had no idea why it was the mention of home that did it, but he supposed it was about time. "No! I can't do it at home. I have to replace my mum so she can try to find work. A-and even if she does, it mightn't be enough to pay school fees. So I have to get a scholarship!"

Grif blinked as Simmons stormed out, books forgotten. "Wait, what? Simmons!" He yelled, chasing after the red-head.

"God you're a fatass," Simmons growled when he caught up.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Grif panted. "What's wrong?"

"What's it to you?"

Grif mentally groaned. Why did Simmons decide now was a good time to be such a bitch? "You're upset, and I'm not so much of an asshole that I don't care. I want to help!"

Simmons sighed, trying to reign in his anger. "My dad, he..." Why was it so hard? "He walked out on us a month ago."

Theta took his time on his way to class. He really didn't care about being late, besides, his teachers were mainly nice. He wondered whether Delta had done that. Theta wouldn't be surprised. Delta often got a little overprotective towards his younger siblings. "Understandable, but still annoying, he muttered as he rifled through his locker.

"What is?"

"Gah!" Theta jumped and spun around, utterly surprised by the sudden voice behind him. The speaker was at least a year older than him, with very pale blonde hair. He wore a dark purple top with green on the hem and across his shoulders.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" North's caring voice went against everything he had heard about him from Omega.

"N-no. I'm always a bit jumpy." Theta smiled hesitantly.

"Ah, Ok." North tilted his head and remained starting at Theta.

Is he making me uncomfortable on purpose? "Um, I have class."

North seemed to (thankfully) snap out of it. "Goodbye then. Sorry again."

Weird...

Tex reread the note, as if reading it could make it go away and change the past.

Alison.

Give us what you owe or one of your friends will wish he was dead. If he doesn't die first. You have a week.

"I'm sorry Caboose," she whispered and almost surprised herself with the emotion in her voice. She contemplated, as she had often in the past three months, running away again. But if she did, they would hurt everyone she had spoken to here, before coming after her once more.

I need a way to fight them. Which resulted in her hanging around after school, searching the sea of students for a particular brown-haired individual. "York!" Two eyes, one brown, the other milky white, focused on her. "Got a minute?"

"Yeah, sure." He turned to his friend and muttered something. The blonde nodded and continued walking whilst York made his way over to Tex.

"You could have let North come, it's about the Freelancers."

"You're reconsidering? Epic!" His fistbump was oddly childish for a gang leader.

"You seemed very eager for me to join. Do you have a fetish for badass girls?"

"Only the red-haired ones." York smiled goofily. His crush on Carolina was so well known throughout the school, Tex was surprised Carolina herself hadn't found out.

"Anyway, I have a condition for joining." York raised an eyebrow, suddenly serious. "I need protection for my friends, and to take out some certain people."

It sounded simple enough. "Which people?"

"I don't know their names. They belong to a gang called the Insurrection."

Theta looked nervously at his brother as they rode home. Omega was looking out of the window passively, but he knew how quickly that could change. Nonetheless, if anyone could explain what North had wanted, it would be him. Both from dating Tex during the time the Freelancers had first become interested in her, and his own interest in the little gang, Omega knew the most about them besides their own members or ex-members.

"Uh, Omega?"

"Mmh?" Theta looked over to Sigma, who was struggling to draw. The car's terrible suspension wasn't helping. Theta hoped her frustration wouldn't stop her from helping him if Omega became reallymad.

"Uh... is it normal for North to just stare at people?"

Omega turned his head, assessing Theta. "Why?"

"He came up to me after lunch and did that."

"Did he say anything?"

"Well he overheard me talking to myself, and frightened me by asking what I meant. Then he said he was sorry for scaring me. And then he started staring."

Omega frowned. "When did he leave?"

"When he said I had to go."

Omega nodded. "Do you remember what I've told you about North?"

"He's the recruiter for Freelancer. Wait? Is he trying to recruit me?"

"He might. If he's taken an interest in you, he'll follow you around for a while. Then he'll start asking."

"And if I say no?"

"Remember Wash?"

Oh fuck.

Hehe. You won't find out what happened to Wash for a while. Heck, I'm not even sure. Anyway, next chapter will probably be longer, this was more an introduction than anything. Please review with any critism, suggestions, ideas or comments you have. I honestly don't mind flames, so flame away if you want.

Also, that summary had me stuck for ages. If you have a better one in mind, please say so :D