TIME & TIED: AWARENESS

ARC 1.4 - Of Herself

PART 22a: LOCKER UP 1

"Chartreuse? Golly, Chartreuse, are you okay?"

The pink haired girl blinked her eyes open to see Laurie kneeling next to her. Laurie held her shoulder, and had been shaking her. Sunlight streamed in through the bedroom window. Chartreuse felt a shudder pass through her body.

"I'm... I'm okay," Chartreuse murmured, pushing herself up into a sitting position. "I..." The memories of the previous night flooded back to her and her stomach wrenched. "Excuse me," Chartreuse managed to get out, even as she stumbled to her feet and ran for the bathroom.

She emerged some minutes later, having cleaned herself up following a reencounter with the previous night's dinner. “Chartreuse, I don't think you're okay," Laurie observed, moving to offer physical support.

Chartreuse smiled weakly. "Well, I will be. It was, you know, only a bad dream," she assured.

Laurie frowned. “Don’t even. I saw your vision stones out on the floor, it was more than a dream, wasn't it?"

Chartreuse leaned back against her friend. "Yeah," she admitted after a moment. "It was. I'd been picking up, like, bad vibes. I wanted to figure out where they were coming from."

"Golly, Chartreuse, it wasn't a deep vision, you did, was it? I thought you'd given up doing real deep vision encounters, aren't they dangerous, didn't you say something about them being dangerous or painful or something sometime?"

"It's fine if you know what you're doing," Chartreuse interjected. “But yeah, it’s been a while - that’s probably why I’m having the bad reaction."

Laurie reached out to take Chartreuse's hand, squeezing. "Are you sure that's all? I mean, you didn't see anything bad, did you?"

Chartreuse resisted the urge to collapse back to the floor, instead offering up a cheery smile. She couldn’t burden her friend with this. Not until she had more information. "Nothing you need to worry about, Laurie. Come on, we should, you know, get ready for breakfast and school and stuff."

"You SURE you're sure...?"

Chartreuse nodded. "Your mom still make the best pancakes on the block?" Gesturing the way back to Laurie's room, she followed her friend as the redhead launched into a soliloquy about the aforementioned pancakes.

Thank goodness Laurie seemed to be feeling better. It allowed Chartreuse to think about something else. Namely, the people who might be able to provide her with the necessary additional information.

***

"I d-don't understand," Tim murmured. "You're worried about a locker?"

Chartreuse nodded. After taking a full day to think things over, she had called Luci and Tim on Monday evening, getting both of them to meet her in the school library before Tuesday classes. Where she had explained to them about her vision Sunday night. To a point.

The mere thought of the gun spooked her, so Chartreuse was holding out hope that they'd be able to avoid that outcome by playing the locker situation the right way. "A locker will be majorly important in the coming days, for sure," Chartreuse reiterated.

Tim sighed. "I kind of thought this stuff would end after the dance."

"Whose locker did you see?” Luci piped up.

"I don't know," Chartreuse admitted. "It's never that easy to, you know, see details. But I’m betting that it’s either Julie's or Carrie's since they're at, like, the centre of Corry’s wrath.”

Luci leaned forwards. “Well, from what I know of Corry, he would target Carrie first. There's more signs pointing to her, and there’s some question as to whether Julie will even stick up for her associate. She’s staying tight lipped for the moment.”

"B-But Chartreuse didn't see Carrie in the vision," Tim put forth. “Only Corry and Julie. And if Julie was removing something from the locker, it could have been hers.”

Chartreuse began rolling one of her crystals between her fingers, trying to keep her mind focused. "I don't know if there's any way to tell. There's also the question of whether Julie was removing the same thing Corry stuck in. I think so? But I'm not sure."

"Which raises the question of what was left for the teacher to find," Luci remarked.

"Isn't there anything you can say for sure?" Tim wondered.

Chartreuse bobbed her head. “Oh yeah! I’m sure we're heading for, like, real deep, dark places... so is there any way we could all, you know, make discrete inquiries? Or at least keep an eye on both lockers for the rest of this week?" She smiled hopefully.

Tim ran a hand back through his blonde curls. “If w-we know this stuff, how about confronting Julie or Corry with it? Get them to stop that w-way?”

"They're more likely to simply change their strategy if we call them out," Luci countered. “Julie in particular seems to have lots of backup plans in place. To the point where the dance outcome might have been inevitable.”

"We cannot lose our advantage," Chartreuse agreed. "So we've gotta be, like, sneaky, sorta. But... Tim’s right. This is turning into a longer term commitment. That wasn’t my original deal. So, if either of you want to cut out here, that's, you know, all right." Chartreuse tried to keep the disappointment out of her tone; she had the feeling she was less than successful.

Luci and Tim exchanged a glance. "Well," Luci began, "I'm willing to continue on. Except..." Her face clouded. "Carrie had a falling out with Frank over the weekend. He told me he tried calling her last night, and she wouldn’t even take the call. So I'm not sure I'll be as much help as you originally thought."

Chartreuse nodded, eyeing the soothing sparkles within her crystal. "Well, your input will still be, you know, valuable," she said with a sigh. "I mean, it's not your fault that Carrie can get like that." When Luci's face clouded even more, Chartreuse shifted her attention to Tim. "How about you?"

Tim squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. "I-I-I'm not used to groups," he explained. "But if this is really as important as you say, I... I guess I can keep helping out."

Chartreuse smiled. "Thanks guys. If we stick together, I know we can beat this! Or, you know, minimize the damage." She reached out her hand towards the others in imitation of her gesture from Friday. "Here's to us then, the 2DEGS. Still together!"

Luci placed her palm on top of Chartreuse's. Tim hesitated. "There's... maybe one more thing," he said.

Chartreuse withdrew her hand. "What is it, Tim?"

"A-At the dance..." He stopped. "You'll think I'm nuts."

"No, we won't," Chartreuse assured. "I mean, hey, you're talking to someone who reads auras and sees the future. I'm, like, as nuts as you get!" She winked at him.

Tim smiled weakly. “I guess. Except, well, no, but... okay. Know when everyone's attention was drawn to that blow out between Corry and Carrie at the dance? Well, I was trying NOT to look... and so I swear I saw Carrie slipping out of the cafeteria, over by the stage."

"What, you mean, like, after they argued?"

"No. During," Tim explained. “As if there were two Carries there. Dressed differently. Which I KNOW sounds nuts and I wouldn't even bring it up - if Clarke hadn't had a similar experience a few weeks ago." Tim paused again.

"He did?" Chartreuse prompted.

Tim bit his lip. "Promise not to tell this to anyone else??”

Chartreuse nodded, then glanced over towards Luci, who was still frowning. Off a gentle nudge with her elbow, Luci nodded too.

"Well, as I say, this was a couple weeks back," Tim continued. "Clarke went to the drug store for me on his lunch, to pick up some over the counter medication. While there, he ran into Carrie, looking sick. Yet at the same time, Carrie was apparently also having lunch here in the cafeteria, and was not sick.”

“So there’s been two cases of two Carries," Chartreuse summarized.

Tim nodded. "Clarke thought he had made a mistake, and he told me not to mention it to anyone else after having had some conversation with Julie. I'd even forgotten about it until what I saw Friday. I only mention it now in case it's relevant to your... your apocalypse thing. So don't tell anyone else, please! I don’t want Clarke to be in trouble.”

Chartreuse smiled again. “Your secret's safe with this group.” She turned to Luci. “What do you make of that?” Their youngest member remained silent. "Luci?"

"Oh! Sorry," Luci apologized, squirming in her chair. "Well, um, it could be someone's dressing up like a duplicate to cause mischief? I agree that not saying anything is by far the wisest course."

Chartreuse nodded. "Okay. Let's all keep our eyes peeled though, 'k?" She repeated her earlier hand motion, and this time the three of them touched palms.

***

The next couple of days passed without incident. Chartreuse was on pins and needles throughout. She had seen Julie go into Carrie's locker a couple of times, while Luci had observed Corry fiddling with the lock on Julie's locker the other day.

By Thursday morning, Chartreuse was trying to use logic: If Corry was going to strike against someone this week, he would wait until Friday, to avoid the chance of immediate retaliation. Meaning he would hit Thursday if they thought he'd be waiting until Friday! Or did that mean nothing would happen until next Monday?

Damn it, last time she'd known the when but not the what, this time she knew the what but not the when! She could hardly find out through Laurie either, since Laurie was still innocent of all the goings on, bless her heart.

At least the gossip around the school with regards to the dance had started dying down, with more suspicions having been directed towards Corry than Carrie. Even less so towards Julie, perhaps due to the brunette saying relatively little. Chartreuse and the 2DEGs had to nip this madness in the bud.

It was last period on Thursday when Chartreuse spotted two fingers waving frantically from beside the door frame of the music room. The group symbol she’d thought up.

The funny honking noise that came out of Chartreuse's clarinet at the sight was enough to attract the attention of their instructor. "Mrs. Willis,” Chartreuse said quickly. "I, like, need to get another reed from my locker."

Their music teacher glanced at the clock. "The school day's almost over, Chartreuse. Don't worry about it."

"I really need, er, at least a drink though, you know?" Chartreuse countered, coughing.

"Oh, very well," Mrs. Willis sighed.

Chartreuse hurried out the door, pretending to go for the fountain. "Tim? What's going on?" she muttered as she spotted him. They moved a bit further down the hall.