The next morning the others head off and watch as the bus from outside as the bus seems to shimmer and move off far more rapidly than it should have. The others look at the 9th Doctor.

"The bus moved faster than normal while we were traveling, trips across states took only a few hours. I've never seen it from the outside."

"Traffic?"

"It seems to move around it except one time when we were stuck in a massive traffic jam due to protestors. The freeway was shut down on both sides for hours."

A one day pass later I'm in in the suppliers buildings and starting to pick out stuff with an employee behind me having stuff delivered to the back of the bus. Three long hours later I check out and we drive off, stopping at another supplier that afternoon and parking in a rest area for the night.

The next day we hit a couple major manufacturers to pick up orders and fill the back of the bus with rolls of fabric and other supplies. Another supplier for other stuff is our last stop on our way back to Eureka.

"We'll be moving stuff forever." Greta moans.

"Probably but with everything in the replicators unless they come up with something new I won't have to buy anything but books and magazines. And when they get rid of something like we know they will I can replicate it."

At the school the engineers finally have their aha moment. "We found it sir, a relay switch was burned out in the board. Once we replaced it the electricity came right back on."

"Thank you gentlemen." Dr. Stark says. "Just to satisfy somebody's complaints, was there any signs of vandalism or tampering with the unit?"

"No sir, it was just old. We ended up replacing nearly a dozen relays since they were going to fail. If somebody," Dr. Stark smirks as the engineer glares at the principal. "Had allowed us to perform the proper maintenance checks when we wanted, they would have been switched out months ago."

"The relay failing was just a matter of time?"

"Yes sir. Proper maintenance could have prevented this whole mess." He glares at the principal who ducks her head. She'd denied them access to the school and went whining to Eva who'd cut maintenance schedules left, right, and center because it wasn't cost effective. Who cared if things fell apart, as long as they kept making money until it needed fixing or replacing.

"I'm sorry, I'm not taking the test on the grounds that it's against my religion." I don't even bother to look up from the anthropology text I'm reading. A thud from the corner of the room is followed seconds later by Greta cackling like a loon.

"Uh-huh." Sheriff Carter says slowly as he listens to the person on the other end of the line then slowly puts the phone down. "Jo? No, the other one." Visitor Jo looks over at him from where she's sitting at the table. She'd complained of being bored at the guest house and had taken to dropping in at the office, currently she was doing some of the routine paperwork. "You need to go to the school to pick up your sisters. Josette told the teacher she refused to take a test, that it was against her religion. . ." Jo sniggers. "Greta fell on the floor laughing and they may have finally broke the principal. She's totally silent and a vein in her forehead is throbbing."

"Yeah, I'll go get the wondertwins of trouble." She snorts.

"What's her religion?" Deputy Lupo asks despite herself.

"The holy order of smart asses? The family's technically greek from way back."

"Orthodox?"

"No, Dad says if he wants to hear somebody chanting his name it better be during sex." Grabbing the keys to the SUV she drives to the school, walking into the office where the secretary is snickering and points at the Principal's office. Knocking on the door, Jo looks at the Principal then her sisters and points out in the hallway.

"What did you do this time?" Peter sighs when a smirking Greta and Josette walk onto the bus. The 4th doctor looks over his shoulder and moans. "Girls."

Greta cackles. "Josette told the history teacher she refused to take the test because it was against her religion."

I snigger. "I think we broke the principal, she was just blinking at me. It's a letdown, it's like you'd be asked to take a first grade test after you've finished your doctorate. There's no damn . . .oh fuck what is the word I'm thinking of. Challenge, there's no challenge to it."

Jack had come up behind them and nods. "Like taking a test for a first year class at the academy when you're the head of the agency and wrote the damn book the teacher's using."

"Exactly. Zoe Carter is coming over after school, the teacher put us together for a project. I told her we already had the books we'd need. That way she doesn't have to fight with the other students at the school to get them."

I head into the loading area and start opening boxes, filling flatbeds I take into my workrooms to put away after I scan them for the replicator. Greta takes the handheld unit and starts on the rolls of fabric to put them in the database.

"Josette, do we have anything we can put the fabric on?" Greta asks when I come in for another load."

"No, I got an idea of how I want to set it up but I gotta work on it. Maybe Heph can make them when we get back. I'll put everything in an empty room for now."

Zoe shakes her head as she walks into the library after school, finding the books laid out on a table. "We've got a chem lab we can use for the work too." They get geared up and start working, Greta typing the paper they put together a couple days later. She gives it to Zoe in case they're not in school by the time the project is due. I snort. More like hope we're not still in school when it's due.

It's raining the next day and we take a smart car to the school, not the only student being dropped off I see as we walk inside.

"Thought it didn't rain in California?" I smirk.

"And God didn't make little green apples." Greta says. The principal's office is dark as we pass and the history teacher gives me a look. I point to my computer and she finds all the tests taken through the final. I bring up a file.

"My papers I've written for my history classes, grades, and any notes I had on them...both from the teacher and any I've made on expanding them for future papers. I figure I'll have a Masters by the time I finish my high school classes. I can expand any of them for a thesis and dissertation."

Greta snorts. "You'll have two or three masters by the time you're done with your high school classes. If you ever pass algebra that is."

"True."

"I thought you were going for a lit degree?"

"Yeah, I probably should. Or a masters in library science." Both of us snigger as the other students start coming into class.

The teacher starts lecturing like nothing has happened and the students look like they're at a wimbledon match looking at the teacher, then to us, and back again. I pull out a history textbook from Oxford, the teacher nods and continues lecturing.

"Is that a university textbook?" Zoe asks as the bell rings and I put everything up.

"Part of a doctorate in history from Oxford."

The political science teacher shakes her head at the three books and thick pile of handouts that Greta brings out for that class. "This is for a doctorate?"

"Freshman government from a private high school one of our friends attended. They go year-round. And yes, this is just for the first year of the course. The course expands into different areas in the second year and they get more books." Greta looks over at me. "Do we have the book from that one government class where it says right in the course catalog that 80 percent of the class will fail it the first time they take it? It's two classes and mandatory for every degree."

"Yeah, and the books from the poly-sci degree itself. . .which only gets worse from the government class. She was the only one to go for the whole set of degrees in both political science and business administration from that school, they put her picture up on their wall of fame."

"Should have given her a medal for getting through those degrees." I mumble. "My head hurt just reading the freshman books." Greta sniggers.

After lunch everybody is blinking because the furniture is on the ceiling in the room as they walk in the classroom. Greta sniggers silently as the students look up at everything from the safety of the doorway.

"How did a truck get in the classroom?" A voice asks down the hall and everybody heads that way finding a ram truck in the classroom with everything moved to the sides to give it barely enough room to fit in.

//Isn't that the principal's truck?// It looks like the brand new vehicle she had to have because it made her so much better than everybody else then bitched, moaned, and whined like a baby when she didn't have her own parking space at the school.

//Sure looks like it.// I walk off to the school library with the other students as the teachers stare at their classrooms and the school secretary calls the sheriff's office.

Jo is sighing as she comes back from the school. "Somebody put all the furniture on the ceiling in one room and the principal's truck in another."

"Typical school pranks." Carter says. "Except most people wouldn't do it until they were in university." Lupo nods and writes up the report for their records. She picks up the phone and sighs when she finds it's the school again. "No need to head out, somebody glued a door shut on another classroom, they didn't find it until the class couldn't get in."

"I'm surprised the principal wasn't screaming." Carter says.

"She wasn't in today."

"She'll probably be screaming when she finds out what's going on." Lupo snorts. "Maybe this will be enough to finally get rid of the woman."

"Doubt it. She's one of Thorne's appointees yes, but she hasn't proved herself to be more than a fucking idiot."

Back at the bus I take off Sugar's harness, what were they going to do expel me if he sheds, and head to my workroom to try and finish the top for my quilt and start the matching shams.

"Greta, gimme a hand." I yell over the intercom a couple hours later. Clapping from various people.

"Watcha need?"

"Help me measure out the batting for my quilt. Normally I'd pin one edge, come around and pin the other, measure, and cut but since you're here. . ."

Greta grabs the other side and we lay it out to the right length, a pair a scissors cutting it. The back is next and she helps me put the layers out before we eat dinner.

The next day I've got a knitting bag in class and working on a pair of mittens. The double pointed needles are tiny in my hands and I mutter something rude in Russian as a needle goes flying. Sugar gets it for me and drops it into my lap. I rub his ears as he sits back down.

"How many colors are you using?" Zoe asks.

"About five, it's fiddling work." I show her the small plastic ties wrapped with different colors of yarn tucked inside the mitten.

"Why mittens and not gloves?"

"They're supposed to keep your fingers warmer because of the shared body heat. I've already done lined gloves and a matching hat. After I finish these I'll do another hat and scarves for both of them."

The screech from the principal doesn't need the intercom to be heard by everybody at the school.

"Do you mind?" the chemistry teacher steps out into the hallway and yells. "I'm in the middle of a delicate experiment and your ranting and raving could have caused an accident if somebody was startled into knocking chemicals over or added the wrong thing at the wrong time." Not very silently complaining about idiot women she walks back into the classroom.

The principal huffs and threatens to put something in her file but is told to grow the fuck up by another teacher, she was right and screaming like a banshee isn't doing anybody any favors. Clapping from behind them heralds the arrival of Dr. Stark who shakes his head.

"They should have had this fixed by now." She bleats.

Dr. Stark glares at her until she ducks her head. "The industrial solvent takes at least 24 hours to work. The glue will be tacky and have to be scraped away, then the door and frame will have to be cleaned. It will be at least Monday before the room can be used."

"Noooooo!!!!!" She screams.

An explosion in the chemistry lab has alarms going off.

"Everybody outside." Dr. Stark yells as doors start opening and students file out as the chemistry door opens and coughing, gagging students trail out.

The teacher is steaming and she sees the principal, bringing up one fist from the floor and knocking her on her ass.

"Damn it woman, when I told you to quit your damn screeching because we were performing a delicate experiment, that means SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!" She stalks out to check on her students. The others are already gathering them into a separate area and asking them questions.

Carter sighs as he looks in the chem lab. "They'll be scrubbing for days."

Stark looks over his shoulder, not so subtly grabbing his ass. "Oh yes. I'll go find out what they were working on to see if anybody needs medical attention."

"No Dr. Stark, everybody seems okay but I told that woman to quit her damn screeching."

Peter sighs as the two of us walk onto the bus. "Chemistry accident thanks to the Principal screeching like a banshee when maintenance told her a couple facts of life. The teacher told her the first time to shut up because they were doing something delicate, the stupid woman exploded again when she found out it would be at least Monday before the classroom with the glued door would be open again, it takes at least 24 hours for the solvent to start working, then the glue would be tacky and need to be scraped away, then the door and frame cleaned." Peter looks at her. "Not it, I put the furniture on the ceiling." Greta holds up a hand.

"And I put her precious new truck in a classroom." I say as I take off Sugar's harness. He shakes and settles in one of the pet beds scattered around the room.

"Thought they didn't like you taking Sugar?" Blair chuckles.

"What are they going to do, expel me?" I snort. "Anyway, thanks to the chem lab explosion, school is cancelled through the end of the week to clean the chem lab and see if anything needs replacing. Principal's not happy but Dr. Stark told her to grow the fuck up, her screeching caused the accident."

Peter shakes his head but they can hear the distant 'whoomph' of an explosion at GD. Putting food down for the critters I head to the bathroom to piss and check on the gardens.

Meanwhile in Eureka Vincent looks at the door then the clock and back at Zoe when she enters the cafe.

"The principal screeching like a banshee. . .again. . . even though the chem teacher told her to shut up startled somebody and there was an incident. Need me to work today?"

"No Zoe, everything's quiet today."

"Okay I'm heading to the library for a couple hours to work on the essay for my university applications then." The woman behind the checkout desk looks at Zoe when she comes into the building. "Chem lab accident thanks to the principal acting like an idiot, school's closed until Monday now."

A couple days later I walk into the library after a late breakfast.

“So how did you find out that your father was actually the Doctor and his arch-nemesis the Master?”