From: questgrl2@juno.com Author's Trash: I've never written an insanity fic, and now I realize that I should write them all the time 'cause I never make sense! Anyway, this fic is rather random, but I hope you enjoy it. :) Disclaimer: don't own JQ. Don't have moneys. Archivers: Take it, but don't say I didn't warn you. Categories: I, H Incognito (1/1) Trust no one. By Dana <>< Questgrl2@juno.com Her smiling face seemed to glow with radiance that was inferior only to the sun. Even from the small confines of a glossy piece of paper, her face seemed as if it could brighten up even the darkest day. Beautiful shining eyes glimmered happily, almost singing a love song to the owner of the picture. The brown hair - chestnut locks that were usually pulled up in a ponytail - fell casually about her shoulders in big, gorgeous curls. Her smile showed white, almost fluorescent teeth. The glasses that usually rested on her nose were removed, opening a door - a closer look into her soul. Jessie sighed. The girl looked like a supermodel. "When did you get it?" Jessie asked, still holding the frame. "Air mail," he replied, clicking his computer mouse. "I asked when you got it, not how you got it," Jessie mumbled, looking over Jonny's shoulder. "Put that red six on the five over there." "Got the picture last week, and I know how to play solitaire, thank you." Jonny placed a hand on his chin and thought. Jessie placed the picture in its hallowed place beside his computer tower. "I'm guessing by this picture that you still keep in touch with Irena?" "Yes. You still keep in touch with Melosh?" Jessie smacked Jonny on the back. "That's not funny!" "Ouch! Where do you girls learn these stupid moves?!? Learn how to hit, Jessie!" "I can hit!" "Whatever!" he cried, turning around in his chair. His face lit up in macho glee. "You hit like a girl!" "Jonny?!?" Jessie cried, realizing that she may have punched her best friend a little too hard. His body fell on the floor with a sickening thud. He was out cold. Hadji walked into the room, a disk in his hand. "Jonny, I was just returning -" He stopped short. "What did you do, Jessie?" Hadji asked. Jessie's green orbs widened in surprise. "Hadji! Ohmigosh! I hit him!" she screamed, suddenly realizing that she had stated the obvious. Hadji noticed Jonny's lifeless form on the floor. "So I see," he mused, wondering what his best friend did to deserve the blow. "Woah, I knocked him out cold! Geez!" Both of the teens jumped at the sound of ringing. Jessie darted over to Jonny's Mickey Mouse phone and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" Jessie answered, trying to sound normal. "Hey, it's dad." "Dad?!?" "Yeah, dad Bannon. Remember me? Why do you sound so surprised, sweetheart?" "No reason!" she quickly replied. "You just startled me. Aren't you supposed to be at Quest Enterprises with Dr. Quest?" "We're on our way home, Jess. Did Mrs. Evans leave dinner in the oven?" "She did," Jessie murmured, shooting a nervous look at Hadji. "Good. We'll be home in a few. I love you, Jessie!" "Love you too," she said, trying to sound calm. "Bye!" The phone slammed down. "They are coming home?" Hadji asked, looking at Jonny. "We've gotta wake him up!" "Right!" Hadji agreed. "What do you wake him up with?" "You mean you don't know?" Jessie asked. "No, I do not. Do you?" Jessie bit her lip. "I never really thought about it," she admitted. "What do we do now?" she asked. "My friend, this is not good." "Ya think!?!" Jessie yelled, wanting to scream. "What do they do on TV?" "Television is not a learning mechanism, my friend," Hadji said. Jessie, deep in thought, ignored him. "Cold compress!" she cried. "Find a cold compress!" "Right!" chimed Hadji, thinking that it couldn't hurt. Jessie sat beside Jonny on the floor. She gently began slapping him on the face. "Wake up!" she whispered. "Wake up, you moron! You're gonna get me in trouble!" Hadji calmly walked in with the wet washcloth. "You brought this upon yourself, Jessie." "Hadji!" she exclaimed, whirling around and throwing her hands up in distraught. Hadji gave a little spin before he fell to the ground. "AGH!" Jessie cried, both of her hands coming to her mouth in surprise. "I hit both of them!" she wailed. "Wake up, Hadji!" Hadji stayed face down on the floor. "GAAAH!" She screamed, running around in small circles. She picked the wet cloth from the floor and placed it on Jonny's head. "It looks like he's asleep," she reasoned. "I'll put him in his bed." After lifting the comforter, Jessie went over to Jonny and managed to lug his heavy body into his bed. She threw his big feet under the bedspread, and was shocked to realize that his she forgot to take off his white converse sneakers. Ah, she'd have to worry about that later. Jessie turned Hadji over and studied him. A knot was forming on his forehead. This didn't look good! Her father would be home soon! What would he think?!? Jessie went to look at Jonny. At least he looked like he was asleep . . . Jonny! Jessie gasped as she noticed that his right eye was starting to swell. "Make-up!" she cried. "I'll need some make-up!" Dashing down the hall into her bathroom closet, Jessie began to feverishly paw around for a bottle of base. Her hands ran over towels, razors, soap and toilet paper, but she still couldn't find anything that she was looking for. She flung her vanity drawers open, and started looked through the hygiene items. Still nothing. She clutched her head in realization and felt like pitching a fit. "I DON'T OWN ANY MAKE-UP!" Running down the hall to Mrs. Evan's quarters, she flung open the bedroom door and ran into the bathroom. Base . . .base . . . base. Where in the heck was the base? Mrs. Evans rarely spent the nights at the compound, but usually kept most hygiene items in her quarters just in case she did happen to stay. Jessie's fingers ran over a tan bottle. "Age defying base. Ah, It'll have to do!" She bolted down the hall, suddenly realizing that both of her friends were still unconscious. "Cold water!" she cried, running to the kitchen. "I saw them use it on an episode of 'Baywatch!'" Grabbing Race's big Jeff Gordon cup (that he had gotten at the Taco Bell - one of his most prized possessions) Jessie turned on the faucet and shoved the enormous cup underneath it. She watched in nervousness as water streamed down Jeff Gordon's handsome face. "Hurry up," she chided the faucet. "I'll never get this done!" Quickly walking (she realized that running might spill the water) down the hall, Jessie made the turn into Jonny's room. After setting the base down by Jonny's picture of Irena, Jessie put a hand in the cold water and started to flick it on the two unconscious boys. Nothing. "Dang it!" Jessie cried, and started to pour the water on Jonny. Oh, my gosh. What if he drowned? Jessie screamed at the thought, and sat Jonny up, his compress plopping off of his head. Running over to Hadji, she sat him up and removed his turban, not wanting to get it wet. She then proceeded to pour the rest of the cup on him. "That should do it," she thought, hoping she did everything right. Bolting into the bathroom once again, she found a dry towel and brought it back in. "Hang tight, Jonny," she whispered, wiping the towel on his face. Hadji started to murmur. "He's comin' back!" she cried, realizing that no one in the room presently cared. He seemed to be breathing normally. "Good!" she whispered. "Now to wake Jonny up!" But first things first. That make-up had to be applied. Jessie held the make-up bottle next to his face. Mrs. Evan's complexion looked nothing like Jonny's, but base was base, right? It would just need to be rubbed in. Jessie gently slapped Jonny's cheeks to get a response, but nothing came. He seemed to be breathing. That was good enough. Hadji stirred again. Jessie hoped that he would wake up in time to help her clean up the mess. She untwisted the cap of the bottle of base. The oozy solution seemed stubborn. Jessie prayed that the base hadn't dried up, but started to sigh with relief as a big glob started to come out of the bottle. Before she could even stop it, the big glob of base had oozed onto Jonny's nose and started to run down it. Panicking, Jessie grabbed the washcloth (that had been used as a compress) and wiped the excess make-up up. She started to rub the make-up in around Jonny's swollen, red eye. Her face twisted into a grin. She couldn't help but be contented with the fact that she had hit him, and that she had hit him good. But her smile didn't last long. The make-up was several shades lighter than her tan completed friend. "I swear that boy goes to the tanning bed!" she cried, still rubbing in the make-up. "I'll just have to rub it all over his face!" Quickly patting the base on her hands, Jessie started to rub Jonny's cheeks with the icky base on her palms. After doing the best job that she could, she looked back to admire her work. She sighed. His face still looked swollen. "It'll have to do!" she cried, realizing that her father would be home any minute. "Oh my gosh!" she cried, realizing that Hadji was still on the floor. "What am I going to do about Hadji?" she asked, throwing her hands in the air. The base-covered washcloth flew out of her hands and across the room. She winced as it plopped right on Irena Kafka's smiling face. Irena tumbled off of Jonny's computer desk and onto the floor with a loud crash. Jessie groaned in exasperation. Quickly running over to the picture, she sighed. There was no bringing the frame back, but Irena might make it. Jessie's heart almost stopped when IRIS interrupted her train of thought. "Dr. Quest and Race Bannon at front gate." Jessie screamed and started to run in circles. "What am I going to do?!?!" she cried. "I am unable to answer your question," IRIS quipped. Acting quickly, she dragged Hadji over to Jonny's bed and hoisted him up beside his best friend. She removed their shoes, and placed the turban beside Jonny's bed. Jessie threw the base in the garbage can, along with the picture of Irena Kafka. 'Jonny can get it back later,' she thought. Jessie grabbed the dry towel and bolted to the bathroom. Quickly flipping on the sink, Jessie ran the towel underneath the faucet for a few seconds. Going at speeds that seemed almost impossible, Jessie managed to clean up all of the base and throw the towel (along with the wet washcloth) in the hamper. Racing to the kitchen, she pulled out dinner and started to get out plates to set the table. She inhaled deeply as she heard her father and Dr. Quest enter the house. "Something smells wonderful!" Race cried, walking into the kitchen. "Look at you, Ponchita! It's so nice of you to be getting dinner ready for us!" "Well, anything I can do to help!" Jessie replied sweetly. Dr. Quest walked into the kitchen and smiled at Jessie. "How nice of you to get things started!" he cried. "I don't suppose my boys are helping you?" Jessie gave a casual, almost tense laugh. "Nope! The last time I saw them, they were in Jonny's room." "Playing games?" Race asked. "I guess so," Jessie answered, trying to seem oblivious. "I'll go and check on them," Dr. Quest said, exiting the kitchen. Fright and panic crossed Jessie's face. She wanted to scream "NO!" but was unable to utter. She quickly put her head down and started to focus on dinner. Race noticed Jessie's expression, but said nothing. "Hadji? Jonny?" Dr. Quest asked, walking down the hall toward his son's room. "Kids, are you in here?" He flipped on Jonny's light and looked around the room. "Race!" Jessie winced at Dr. Quest's voice. "Yeah, Benton?" Race called from the kitchen. "Come and look at this!" Race shot Jessie a "what is the meaning of this?" look, and walked out of the kitchen. Jessie, giving her silent prayers to Heaven, quietly creeped out of the kitchen to witness her father's response. Race gave a low whistle as he walked in Jonny's room. "Benton, you don't think --?" Dr. Quest kneeled beside his two sons and examined them. "Jonny has on make-up, Race! And there's water all over his bed!" Race glanced down. "What's my Jeff Gordon cup doing on the floor?" "And why in the world would Hadji take his turban off?" "I think that the more pressing question, Benton, would be 'why in the world is Hadji in Jonny's bed in the first place?'" "Actually, old friend, the most important question might be 'why in the world are the two boys in the same bed?'" "We're being awfully loud. Why haven't they woke up yet?" Race wondered. "I hope they have a good explanation for this," Dr. Quest muttered. "They do," Jessie assured from the background. "Jessica Bannon, do you know what the meaning of this is?" Race asked, his voice stern. Jessie raised her eyebrows and wondered what she should say. "Do you really want to know?" she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. "Yes, we do," Dr. Quest answered, his big brown eyes prying into Jessie. Jessie walked over to the trashcan and pulled out the picture of Irena. "I didn't want to do this," she whispered, her voice trembling, "but I guess Hadji and Jonny will just have to get mad at me." "I guess they will," Race smarted, raising an eyebrow. "They were fighting over Irena when I came in, drinking water," Jessie said, gesturing to the cup. "Fighting over Irena?!?" Race asked. "I thought Hadji liked Anaya!" Jessie shot her father a dirty look. "Don't ask me! I'm just telling you what happened!" "Go on," Dr. Quest prodded. "Well, as soon as I walked in the door, Jonny shoved Hadj into me! I tripped and thew the glass of water up in the air, and Jonny flew into his bedpost, eye first." Race winced. "Hadji felt guilty, so we tried to put some make-up on it. But just as he was coming in, my hands flew up in the air, sending the make-up into Irena's picture. . .and hitting Hadji." "So you knocked both of them out?" Dr. Quest asked. Jessie burst into tears. "YES!" she wailed. And I tried to wake them up with the water I had left. "And you applied the make-up to Jonny's face?" Race asked. "Jessie, that's devious." "I know," she whispered. "And I'm sorry." "Well, they're stirring now. Jessie, if you promise to be civil, I'm trusting you to watch over them." Dr. Quest said, a smile crossing his face. "Thank you, Dr. Quest," Jessie whispered, smiling through her tears. Both of the men exited the room, shaking their heads. "Something about this . .." Race mused as the two men walked down the hall. "It just doesn't add up." "And it never will," Dr. Quest countered. "Best to leave things like they are." "You're right, Benton. And I know you're right, but I still can't shake the feelin' that something's up." Race looked down at the floor, his eagle eyes catching a brown glob. "What is it?" Dr. Quest asked. "Make-up. Base, to be more exact." "Didn't Jessie claim that the make-up was opened in Jonny's room? Why would base be in the hall?" Race shrugged. "Something . . .just . .isn't . . .right." Jessie watched her father and Dr. Quest go down the hall, and then she went into the bathroom to fix two cold compresses. She noticed the globs of base on the floor. "I must have spilled some during all of the commotion," she muttered. "I hope dad doesn't ask me about this one." The eyelid slowly raised. "Hadji?" "Yes?" "Just keep playing along. It'll freak her out." "Right!" Jessie stood over her best friends, watching them breathe. When they woke up, things wouldn't be pretty. Jessie's mind raced, and then a simple smile crossed her face. Hmmmm .. . What could she do to fix this situation? The end. ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tired of empty chat rooms and out of date bulletin boards? http://www.ONElist.com ONElist: Making the Internet Intimate