"Josette." Peter says in a fake chiding tone when I come onto the bus. He waggles a finger at me and the others laugh.

"Not my fault the evil witch is a control freak." I shrug. "Zoe says there's vegans, a few students with food allergies, and some who eat gluten free that bring their lunches so 'oh she's getting special treatment' is bullshit. A good half the students left and the rest either went after them to show support or they wanted another day off school too."

"My turn if we go back to school tomorrow." Greta smirks as I take the vest off Spice. She pets Purlina where she's laying on one of the perches scattered around the room, then Peaches and Cream. I pet them too then Sugar before heading to my room to change my clothes. Petting the TARDISes in the front of the bus and the two elsewhere I check the time and head upstairs to a workroom.

"Josette? Ahhh, I was wondering if you were keeping up with your studies." The eighth doctor asks when they track me down after lunch.

"Yep, both here and at home. There's a difference between having to do something and wanting to do something." I reach out and grab a vial, decanting something from over the bunsen burner and putting it in a rack with the others. "Okay, these need to sit for a few days."

"They left school." The principal whines when Dr. Stark comes into her office.

"I believe I told you they would. A good half of the students bring their lunch from home, so no. . .Josette isn't getting special treatment because she has to bring her lunch. Neither do the students who have food allergies, eat vegan, or gluten free." Dr. Stark sneers. "Now I've announced that the ban on outside food being brought in was a mistake. No actions will be taken against the students."

"But they walked out."

"After you endangered their health by your little fit. You've been trying to punish Josette and Greta for not wanting to attend school after you forced them into it, the vendetta ends now. You're not as important as you think you are."

"Eva. . ." She hisses.

"is not in charge of Global Dynamics, Eureka, and Tesla. Allison and I are and we're telling you to stop your little games. You have until the end of the school year to prove you're capable of running Tesla school. Our students are the best and brightest, they will go far in whatever career they have planned. Even Josette and Greta have had their own accomplishments in their own dimension and will go far from their brothers and sisters careers."

"I'll have them all suspended for the rest of the year for walking out."

"And the school board would overturn the decision and hand you your ass for your blatant stupidity." Dr. Stark sneers.

"Some of the students who eat the school lunch walked out. I can prove they don't bring their lunches!"

"How, there's no records of who eats the school lunch or who brings their own."

"Of course there is. . .Isn't there?"

"No, the cafeteria workers know who eat the school lunch of course but they won't tell you and every student would be bringing lunches from home for the rest of the year just to spite you."

"But how do you prove who's paid for their lunches?"

"They don't, it's given to them as part of the school benefits."

"But that's not fair." She hisses.

"To who? The students?"

"No the school, we could charge them five dollars a meal easily."

"Tesla school is a benefit, GD pays for everything. Just like we subsidize the Cafe Diem."

"That's not fair." She's still whining when he walks off.

"What a whiny little fool." He sends out the notice to make sure the students all bring their lunches from home tomorrow to take the wind out the principal's sails before heading to the bunker.

"Ms. Logan, I do speak spanish." The teacher chuckles as Greta refuses to speak english the next day in class.

She just shrugs and switches to another language, the teacher responding likewise.

"I speak ten languages." She says with a smile. This isn't the first time a student hasn't spoken english in her classroom. Not even the first time it's been deliberate. Usually though it was girls gossipping and not thinking the teacher understood them until she told them to settle down in their own language.

"Greta speaks a hundred and ten." I say. The teacher blinks and Greta smirks.

"Oh my." She looks at Josette. "Fluent in about sixty or seventy, passable in another 30 or so, and enough to ask if that's safe to eat, where's the toilet, and swear in the rest."

"What's your degrees?"

"Electrical engineering, electronics, specializing in computer repairs, and information technology, specializing in programming." Greta says in Mandarin Chinese. The teacher blinks at her and I repeat what Greta had said. "And that's Masters in the electrical engineering and doctorates in the others, that's why Greta's one of the top computer techs for Dayton." I look at her. "Steve's going to bug you to go on for the doctorate in electrical engineering and pick up one in mechanical engineering."

"Yah think? And the business degrees for when Gar and I take over Dayton. And you park the bus at the mansion when you're down, he's as much your father as he is mine."

"They all brought their lunches." the principal whines when she 'lowers' herself to check the cafeteria and finding everybody eating their own food.

"Duhhhhhh." One of the lunch ladies says after she's walked away. "What did she expect to happen after yesterday? They're geniuses, but they're also teenagers."

"She wanted us to rat out the kids who eat lunch here so she could punish them since she didn't get her own way yesterday." Another one says, rolling her eyes. "She was incensed to find out that there's no records of who eats the school lunch since GD pays for everything. It wasn't fair to the school, they could easily charge five dollars for a meal."

The ladies sigh. Since they'd known all the students would be bringing their lunches today, they'd spent the day doing inventory of their food and other supplies before the order goes out. It's finished by the end of the day and sent to GD, getting a thank you from Fargo back for being early.

I take the vest off Spice when we're home, dropping onto the couch and pulling a footstool over as I take my shoes off and rub my feet. Leaning back in the couch I stretch and yawn.

"Are you going to live?" Buck smirks as he comes into the library.

"I'm not sure yet." I stretch again, this time belching instead of yawning. "Oh hey, did Jo tell you the thick plastic frames at the school were melting from Greta's farting the other day thanks to your chili?"

"What can I say? I'm that good." he preens.

"And modest too." Blair snorts as he comes into the room. Everybody laughs.

"One week down, twelve to go. . .if you finish the entire year." Peter says, leaning behind me on the back of the couch. "Why do you have rooms of fabric, boxes of old clothes, and other stuff?"

"From the trip, we had two quilters on the bus and I was learning from them."

"So you do use it?"

"Of . . .aww shit." Greta looks at me.

"Sheriff Carter . .. sheriff Carter."

"Nah, he'd have said something . . .wouldn't he?"

"Yes, it was me. It just happened last night." A voice says from the door. He comes into the room, ignoring Stark's glare. "I was 'whisked' away for the trip that got Josette adopted." He looks at the shelves and brings out something, showing pictures of him on the bus wearing different clothes. "We were. . .about thirty-six months wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was summer when we left and we celebrated Christmas for the second time a few months before we all headed our separate ways. Anyway, as I was saying I use it all the time. 'Tia's teaching me when I'm home."

"Good, I knew you were tetched in the head, didn't want you to become a hoarder." I blow Peter a raspberry as he laughs and walks away.

The following Monday I sit down in my seat for our first class.

"Ms. Logan, is this a hypoglycemic reaction?" the teacher asks as my eyes close for the third time.

"No, this is Josette after a late night reading." Greta sniggers. "Or as she'd tell you if she was compos mentos, I just washed my brain and I can't do a thing with it." The bell sounds and Greta grabs my arm, leading me out of the room. Zoe sniggers. She's seen her Dad in a similar state many a times, 'I'm awake, you want me to actually think?' "She'll start waking up around lunch."

"I take it Josette's not a morning person?"

"Hell no, as she's said more than once. . .I may rise but I refuse to shine. We know not to schedule anything important before eleven."

"Was that Josette or Spice snoring?" Zoe asks in their next class. Josette's given up her attempt to stay awake and has her head down on the table. When the teacher had said something Greta had shrugged. "Suspend us then, she can sleep just as easily back on the bus. She can use one of the cats for a pillow there."

"Spice, Josette's louder."

"Dad always says staying. . ."

"Up is better than getting up? Yep."

"If you want bright eyed and bushy tailed, go catch a freaking squirrel." I mumble. Greta sniggers.

After lunch I'm feeling more human and after school we walk through town. I stop at a store and grab a few magazines and books, taking them to the work area once we're on the bus. Back in the library I drop onto the couch after removing Spice's vest. I get a lapdog for my trouble and Greta sniggers.

"Did you really sleep through your morning classes?" Dr. Stark asks.

"Not for a lack of trying." I mumble. Greta sniggers again. "Lemme up Spice, I gotta hit the bathroom and look through the stuff I picked up at the store. And I gotta get online and see if there are any suppliers nearby, I'm running low on some stuff."

//Thought it was all in the replicators?// Greta asks on a tight mental link.

//Is but I wanna see what new is coming out, and one of these days I'll grab the gang together and head to Haven.//

The next day I'm drug off to school by Greta.

"I gotta go, you gotta go."

"Ahhh hell, are we out of coffee already?" I moan.

"Nope, but I've got PMS and I'm cramping like a sonnabitch."

I create a bar of chocolate. "Hold onto that until after school, I need all my 'mean' focus for today."

"Ahhhh, that time of the month." Zoe chuckles as Greta glares at our locker.

"Yep."

"Excuse me." Greta says in the middle of our first class. She stands up and screams. "This is a test of my emergency alert system,if it had a real emergency the scream you just heard would have been followed by a lot more just like it. This concludes the test of my emergency alert system." I lay my head on the table and start cackling. The door is pointed at and we cheerfully gather our bags and walk out, nearly making it to the front door before we're pointed at the office.

Greta glares at the principal and she finally begins squirming in her chair at the sheer power in Greta's gaze. "I.don't.want.to.be.here. Neither does Josette. We have much better things to do with our time than deal with the petty tantrums of a wannabe tyrant. Get the fuck over it. . .and yourself."

"I can suspend you for two weeks. . ."

"No you can't. There's no rules against standing up in the middle of class and screaming. I'm sure more than one person has wanted to do the same thing."

Greta and I walk off with a smirk, walking into the cafeterial for lunch.

"Aren't you in trouble?" Pilar asks, the story had already made the way of all the students almost by osmosis.

"No school rule against screaming in class."

Zoe sniggers. "I'm sure she'll try to shove one through. . ."

"Attention students, it is now against the rules to scream in class."

"You can't do that moron, you have to have the school board make the changes, not you." The school secretary says. A few minutes later Dr. Stark says the same thing in a phone call when he calls her ten different kinds of fool without raising his voice.

"But it's not fair." She whines.

"What are you, two?" the secretary asks after she slams the door of her office.

The next morning I smirk as the devices that I'd sent to the school activate and music starts blaring in every room. The teacher blinks and looks over at us but I hadn't moved since I sat down to read comic books on my computer.

By the end of the class nobody can even think since the sound switches between soft and loud without warning. The second class starts quieter and everybody relaxes. . .until the sound of NPR talk radio comes into every room.

//Not Rush Limbaugh?//

//Fuck no, I ain't listening to that wacko. And the teachers might be suspicious if I've got my ears plugged.//

By the end of the third class people from GD have been called in and are greeted by the voice of radio Moscow. At lunch students are dancing to disco music. Greta's warbling along to I will survive by Gloria Gaynor. The principal huffs off since Greta's staring at her and smirking.

School is cancelled after lunch and I head off to my workroom after we get back to the bus, selecting fabric for a quilt pattern that had caught my eye. It comes with matching pillow shams I'll make later. Peter looks in the room to find me cutting out pieces of fabric for the quilt and looks at the picture on the corkboard.

"That's going to look magnficent, but why don't you . . ."

"just wave it? Because there's something about 'I did this'. Same reason why Dad spends hours going over his swords and cleaning them by hand. Why Apollo still has scrolls everywhere even though everything's also on the computer, why Hestia makes her chocolate and teas by hand . . ." He grins and heads off to find a psychology book to read.

The next morning there's a suspicious power outage that only affects the school. But at least it stopped the music and radio that had continued all through the night. I 'remove' everything as we walk into the school. At least with the big windows there's some light in the building. Though why the hell they still have school during a power outage. . .

"Why won't my computer turn on?" The principal whines.

"Because we don't have any power but you didn't want to cancel school?" The secretary snorts.

"Students. . ." the history teacher sighs as she looks at the room. Only the ones by the windows can see to do anything, across the room is nearly dark. "I was going to have a test today but that's on hold. . ." Cheers from the students, hey they're geniuses but they're still teenagers.

"Why aren't you doing anything?" the Principal whines as she comes into a classroom.

"Because nobody can see what we're doing? Unless you're right next to the window there's no light. We can't see to take a test."

"Aren't the computers backlit?"

"They still need electricity."

"The power still isn't on?" The teacher just looks at her and flips the switch.

"What are you going to do all day?"

"I have no idea, school should really have been cancelled."

"But we closed early yesterday." she walks off whining. GD will hear about this.

"Grow the fuck up and cancel classes while engineers are looking over the school." Dr. Stark says tersely five minutes later. "Even you should have realized that it was impossible for the students to handle classes, that's why schools close early for power outages and other problems." He hangs up on her spluttering, prays to his chosen diety for patience, and dials another number. "Henry, head to Tesla. They don't have any electricity and the fool woman in charge can't understand why the students can't do anything. I told her to release them for the day. FARGO!"

"Yes sir, Dr. Stark?" He peers around the door with Larry.

"Get together a crew of electical engineers to head to the school, they're without power and from what I could make out from the principal's complaints, only the school is out of power. Nobody realized until they tried to turn on lights and computers. The principal had to be ordered to release the students, she wanted to keep the school open since they closed early yesterday. Then she whined because the students were just sitting there in class."

Fargo shakes his head and gets on the computer while sending Larry off for supplies. He huffs up with the packs five minutes after everybody is gathered outside Dr. Stark's office.

I head outside with Greta and Zoe, stopping at the cafe since we hadn't had lunch yet. "Shouldn't you all be in school?"

"No power. Principal finally had to cancel classes after she realized we couldn't do anything in class."

Back at the bus I check google maps and get behind the wheel, the autopilot getting the bus through town and onto the interstate for the trip to Portland.

"Think Daniel will even notice the bus has moved?" Greta asks from the spot behind me. I snigger.

"Where was the bus going?" Jack O'Neill asks as he knocks on the door of the guesthouse. Peter looks out and grabs a phone. "Where are you?" He asks whoever answers. "And shouldn't you be in school?" he nods and moves the phone away from his mouth. "Greta and Josette are heading into Portland to pick up supplies, electricity is out at the school. Principal finally had to cancel classes when she complained the students were just sitting in the dark classrooms. You got money? Okay, we'll see you later tonight."

I park at Powells, leaning in the library door where everybody else is, playing a recording of an air horn until I get everybody's attention.

"What are you doing back already?" Daniel looks at the clock.

"Power outage at the school, the principal finally had to cancel classes when she found the students just sitting in the dark classrooms. We're currently in Portland. . .outside Powells." They look out the windows. "I didn't even feel the bus move."

We head inside, coming out a few hours later with three flatbed carts loaded down with boxes of books that go into the back of the bus. A warehouse store is next and more flatbed carts of supplies come out to the bus.

I'm on the internet searching out suppliers and expos on the trip back from Portland. Like I give a rip if I miss school, what's the worst they can do . . .expel me? Greta hears me muttering under my breath and grins, then points out the fact they can't have school until the power is back on.

I input the address for the supplier outside New York that night before we eat dinner. The announcement that school was closed until Monday at the earliest had me dancing in the cafeteria.

"They've assigned homework." Peter says, looking at us.

"Got everything finished through the end of the year and already handed in."

"Aren't you two the least bit upset about interfering with the other students schooling?" the 8th doctor chides gently.

The Daniel from this dimension snorts. "Not this late in the school year. A normal school yes but this is Tesla."

"Don't they have the state mandated hours they need to be open?"

"They've already got their hours in, they could close permanently tomorrow and still be ahead of the game." Greta smirks. Peter points a fork at her. "Cool your jets, they still need to take their finals."