ONCE UPON A SNOWY NIGHT
Based on the TV Show "Strange Days at Blake Holsey High"

Josie stared out the window at the darkness. Yawning slightly, she leaned over and dug through one of many piles of junk, feeling for a clock of some kind. Finally she managed to pull up her watch. It read 11:45.

Sighing loudly, Josie tossed the watch back into the pile and layed down. The minutes seemed to endlessly tick by as she stared at the blank cieling. The only noise in the room was an occasional snore, or murmer from her roomate Corrin. It didn't take long before Josie couldn't take it anyore.

Bolting up in frustration, she pulled herself off the bed. Walking over to Corrin's side of the room, Josie picked up and looked at a few of Corrin's cds. A few times she was tempted to borrow one for the night, but then remembered the incident a few months before. An incident that involved sponges, as well as, Lucas, Marshal, and Professor Z making complete idiots of themselves.

Josie chuckled at the memory, and instantly covered her mouth. She looked over to see that Corrin, thankfully, was still asleep. Walking back to her side, Josie prepared to just fall on the bed when a sudden noise startled her. It was he sound of footsteps on the wood floor. Footsteps that were trying to be as quiet as possible.

Before she could stop herself, Josie's natural curiousity took hold. Quietly she snuck to the door and opened it a crack to see who was outside. A sliver of moon peaking out from the clouds cast a shadowy light on the figure. Through the crack, Josie could see the figure had messy hair, and she could see the faintest glint of thin rimmed glasses. The figure turned and seemed to be heading back down the hall.

Josie decided to risk opening the door a little more. As she did, the door creaked, shattering the original silence. Josie cringed, but didn't move the door any farther. She could hear the footsteps stop.

"Alright, whose there?" a familiar voice called out. The voice belonged to Professor Zachary, Josie's science teacher.

Pushing the door wider, Josie slid out into the hallway.

" Hey, Z," she said, giving a slight wave.

"Josie?" came Z's startled reply, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, this is kinda my room," Josie remarked indicating toward the door.

"No, I mean, what are you doing awake. It's," Z checked his watch, "It's midnight."

Josie shrugged. As Z walked over to her, she could make out the look of concern on his face.

"Are you alright?" he asked, the concern filtering into his tone.

"Yeah," Josie replied, tyring not to sound bothered by her own exhaustion, "I just can't sleep is all."

Z nodded, seeming to understand.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with Vaughn or Victor would it?" he asked, already guessing at the answer.

Josie looked up at him. Part of her wanted to say yes and get his advice (which had helped her and the others on so many occasions), but the other side just wanted him to stay out of her private life. Josie found she couldn't say anything.

After a moment or two of silence she managed to whisper, "You haven't told me why you're wondering the halls at midnight."

Z seemed suprised by the statement. Josie could almost see him debate over reprimanding her or telling her truthfully. Finally his natural inclination won over.

"I couldn't sleep either," he replied truthfully.

It was only then that Josie notice just how rumpled his clothes and hair really were. He looked like someone who had fallen asleep in his office. Josie stupidly realized that the snowstorm must have trapped him at the school. With that realization came another one. Victor Pearson had had a visit with Durst this afternoon, just about the time the storm erupted; and Josie thought she had seen him a couple hours after class let out. The only conclusion to be drawn was that Pearson was still here.

Josie felt a wave of anger and a dash of fear. Fear that Pearson could use his "snowed in" state to spy on everything the science club had accomplished. Anger that if Pearson was here, Vaughn would have known he'd be staying. Knowledge that Vaughn hadn't given to the rest of the group.

" I knew we couldn't trust him," Josie muttered allowed.

"Huh, sorry, did you say something?" Z looked back from looking up the hallway.

"Nothing," Josie replied. Immediately a ray of bright light shined in her face.

"AHH!" she let out a cry, covering her eyes.

"Professor Zachary, Ms. Trent, What are you doing!" A female voice called out.

The swirls before Josie's eyes faded as the light moved away. From it she could see Principle Durst standing in the hallway, a flashlight in hand, glaring at her and Z. Josie looked up at Z, seeing he too was trying to come up with some excuse. She said the first thing that came to mind.

"Sleep walking!" she exclaimed.

"What?" Durst and Z said at the same time.

Josie looked back at Z, urging him with her eyes to play along, "I was sleep walking, Professor. I walked into your classroom."

"Oh, yes, yeah," Z replied catching on. He turned to Durst and said, " I was drifting off when I heard the door to the science room open. Josie walked in. I asked her what was wrong and realized that she was actually asleep. I followed her to make sure she was safe."

Durst looked at Professor Z skeptically.

"Why didn't you just wake her up?" she demanded.

"I thought it would be better to let her sleep," Z replied, not missing a beat.

Durst looked at the two culprits for a few minutes. The hair on Josie's neck began to stand up. Finally Durst said, "Very well. Get back to bed Ms. Trenton. And talk with your roomate on some options for keeping your door closed. We don't need students wondering around in the middle of the night. Good night, Professor."

"Good night," Z replied. He and Josie watched until Durst disappeared down the steps. They let out a sigh of relief.

"You probably should try and get some sleep," Z said, looking at Josie.

Josie nodded.

"Night," she said, and closed the door to her room.

"Good night."

Josie could hear Z's footsteps fade off down the hallway. Walking to her bed, she took a freefall and bounced slightly laying with her head in the pillow. Turning on her side she faced the wall and finally began to drift off to sleep.


Professor Z had intended to go back to his office and try to catch a few hours of sleep. But as he reached the foot of the stairs he felt compeled to go in the direction of the library. As he entered, he noticed the air seemed almost charged. A bad feeling began to fill his gut, but his feet seemed to move on their own. Suddenly he was engulfed in a flash of blinding light. When the light receded the room was empty except for a lone figure. The janitor merely walked out from behind the bookshelf, picked and replaced a fallen book, and walked out of the room as though nothing had happened.
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