Hello. I promised and promised that I'd do the next chapter, AKA Chapter 1 to my fic, and now it's done! But real quick: I ACED MY CALCULUS MIDTERM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Just had to do that!) And now, on with the show! Summery:Set after Generation Gap, by Arcadia and Kimberly Stone. Their baaaack. Catagory:HR, Alt. X-over, ML. Rating:PG, Just to be safe. Disclaimer:I don't own the JQ characters. Nor, do I own Gen. X. They are owned by HB and Marvel. Respectively. For now. But someday, I'll buy them both out. Until then, please don't sue. Thank You. Oh, and Gracie owns herself. Archivers:Take it if ya want it. Just tell me, Kay? Looking For Love in All the Wrong Places (1/?) "JONNY!!!!" Jonny Quest sat straight up in bed, heart pounding. He glanced around wildly and then relaxed slightly as he realized that he was in his room and not on the cliff, reaching futiley towards Jessie's falling form. He stood up, stretched, and walked towards the door to the bathroom that he and Jessie shared. Then he stopped suddenly as he heard a noise from Jessie's bedroom. He opened the door slightly and squinted into the darkness. He saw Jessie wearing black leggings and a bra, searching for a sweater. She found a long black teeshirt, pulled it on, grabbed a big backpack and left. Jonny quickly dressed and followed her out into the woods.He walked after her for about 20 minutes, wondering where she was heading. She then suddenly turned off the path and ducked into the bushes. He followed her down onto the rocky beach. Jessie stopped at a big, flat, waist-high rock and began to unpack her bag. Jonny watched when there was a whispered, "Jonny, what are you doing?" "Hadji! What are YOU doing here?" "I followed you." "Well, I followed Jessie." They turned as they heard Jessie murmer in a strange language and add unknown herbs to a cauldron. Then she picked up an ornately carved, ivory handled knife, took a deep breath, and sliced open the palm of her hand.It was a small cut, but it bled freely. She bit her lip, piercing the delecate skin as she cleaned and bound the wound. She then took a picture of her, Jonny, and petite asian girl and a grey skinned hispanic boy. She fastened it onto the rock, picked up the cauldron, and threw it on the picture. The liquid settled into a perfect circle and hummed and glowed with an inner light, beckoning invitingly. Jessie reached forward tenetively, and put her hand through the liquid. She laughed in delight, stepped back, and jumped through the portal. Jonny and Hadji looked at each other and jumped after her. Monet stepped into the darkness of her room. She had a fluffy white towel wrapped around her torso while she dried her hair with another She reached over and flicked on the light. What she saw before her left her frozen in her tracks. Lounging on the bed was a black panther. She stared into the panter's eyes. Fear paralyzed her the way a snake's eyes do to a bird. Suddenly, a voice untered her mind. <> Monet started and blushed. "Oh, of course." She walked past the elegant feline and into the walk-in closet. The animal lay there for a moment longer, and then began to ripple, like a mirage. Silken fur shimmered as pale peach skin and silky blonde hair arose. The paws stretched and shrunk forming delecate hands with long fingers and pale pink nails. The pads became soft, creased palms. Its strong body slimmed and contorted, forming the slender curvy body of a 16 year old girl encased in a long-sleeved, black, legless danskin suit. And finally, her eyes. Her face had already taken on her delecate features, but her eyes were all panther. Even after they shifted to their normal blue, they still held a trace of the feline arrogence and fearlessness that had been so prominant in the cat.The girl stretched her muscular body and groaned softly at the feeling. Monet called from the closet, "Is it safe, yet?" Grace sat up and replied, "Yes. Come on out. Monet stepped out, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a frilly, lacy white blouse. Grace smiled softly at her and turned to look out the window. "It's beautiful outside." Then, suddenly, her smile wavered and a crease marred her brow. "Monet? Come here for a sec. What do you see over there?" Monet squinted and stared into the darkness. "It looks like a..." "Like a warphole," Grace confirmed. Grace shifted back into her panther form, grabbed a bag between her jaws and ran towards the space-time anomaly. ******************************************************************** * The Jonny Quest mailinglist jq@edc.ml.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: majordomo@edc.ml.org * * with the message: unsubscribe jq subject is ignored * ********************************************************************