I just _have_ to get this out of my harddisk before it starts moulding with
fungi due to the warm and moist area it is in. *sighs* There won't be a
chance that I'll complete this fic until who-knows-when. School is taking up
almost all my time, there won't be any chance for me to sleep let alone
write fics. Ah well..... plus I'm losing my insanity.... not a good
sign..... Just to let you get a rough idea to how bad it is.... I'm
_actually_ spending my free time using Power Point, making my notes. It's
NOT GOOD!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I'm making no money, I have no money, so don't ask for money.
The characters used belong to their owners. I'm merely a student being
overwhelmed with the power of manipulation.

Archivers: Go ahead, but I doubt you want it.....

Categories: *shrugs* I don't know.... Alt? Slightly angst. Hinted DBN.

Summary: What if Karla (Carla) had survived the crash?

Note: In this story, Jonny Quest is about 22.  Karla is about 17.

Flashes by Canvas

Skeletons danced before her in a frenzy, she screamed and tried to move her
legs, but she couldn't run. 
A flash of light.
She was temporarily blinded. As her vision cleared, she heard a voice.
Growing louder in her ears.
"I have hatchlings, I repeat, I have hatchlings!" The man in front yelled
into a radio transmitter. His brown hair flew about him wildly which matched
the anxiety in his voice as he steered his car his car from the persuading
police. Then, immediately a deafening explosion was heard, followed by a
blinding white light and the heat of fire. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Karla screamed. She opened her eyes and was greeted
by the friendly sight of her room. Beads of perspiration gathering on her
forehead. That dream. Again. Usually, it visited her once or twice each
month. October, how she dreads that month. Not only was it the month for
Halloween, but it was also the month when her dreams intensified. She hated
Halloween. She hated dreams. Most of all, she hated her life!

Gathering herself in a deep breath, she slipped into her robe and walked out
into the hallway. It was Friday night. Everyone would be out partying away
the weekend. Everyone except her. She wrapped her arms around her. Her mind
thinking of absolutely nothing except to calm herself. She hated staying at
the school hostel, but she had no choice. There was no where she could go.
Her parents had died in a car crash in her early years. She recalled not
much about them. Except that they loved her. Loved. Why couldn't the word be
love? No one ever loved her. Anyone that adopted her before couldn't handle
her. She walked past a notice board. Her eyes listlessly glanced over the
messages. One had caught her eye.

			PHEMOLOGIST DR. B. QUEST WILL 
			BE HOLDING A TALK ON....

A sudden thrill went through her. Dr Benton Quest? In her school? Her heart
pounded with excitement. She had always held a fascination towards his work.
Her heart gladdened, she quickly returned to her room before the security
guard made his rounds. 


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"And so, that was why my dad decided to set his invention to self destruct."
The blond youth concluded. Karla stifled a yawn. This wasn't what she had
expected of the talk. She glanced around her, most of the audience consisted
of females..... females ogling at him of course and nothing more. Benton
Quest had been called away by the government several days before and he had
sent his son in replacement. A typical blonde, blue eyed American teen -
Jonathan Quest. Karla glanced at her notebook in front of her, it consisted
of the gibberish that she had written in her state of boredom, nothing
substantial. The information that this Jonathan Quest was giving her was
rather, well..... uninteresting, boring..... he was mainly raving about his
father deeds and that was it. Nothing on his scientific theories, hints to
his future creations.  Unconsciously, her eyelids began to drop as though
weights had attached themselves to them. 

"I have hatchlings, I repeat, I have hatchlings!" The man in front yelled
into a radio transmitter. Then, immediately a deafening explosion was heard,
followed by a blinding white light and the heat of fire. The same man
screamed in pain as the fires consumed him eagerly, hungrily.

Her reaction was automated. She screamed, more frightening than any other
well-told stories about banshees.  She felt someone shaking her, gently at
first than more violently. She opened her eyes to see the same face she had
been seeing since the lecture started. As well as other curious faces.

"Are you okay?" He worriedly asked.

"Ermm.... yah...." She replied, slightly embarrassed by the unwanted
attention. The steadiness in her voice must have assured him for he turned
back to his audience, "That's the biggest hint I ever got from any student."
He laughed, breaking the tension among the students. To prove his point, he
wound up the lecture pretty quickly after. "My father, Dr. Benton Quest,
should be arriving in a few day's time, perhaps this time, it will be more
entertaining to today." He looked pointedly at Karla. She instinctively
looked away. Karla never felt so eager to exit the lecture hall. As she made
her way to the door, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She whirled round to see the same face again. Her heart dropped. Was he
going to pursue the fact that she'd fell asleep? "Look, I'm sorry for
disrupting the lecture, Mr Quest, but it's because I haven't had much sleep
lately and I guess something about the lecture had triggered some biological
sleeping pill and that's why I dozed off. I'm really really extremely,
positively sorry about my doing."

Jonathan laughed at her babbling. "When you're done-" He started when he
sensed a pause.

"I'm done." She replied instantaneously. 

"Good." He smiled. 

"Am I in trouble?" Worry encased the pretty blonde's face. 

"No. Actually I thought you might need help. I understand that you have a
certain problem about your past." He began. "Which seems to have roused some
worries amongst the teachers. My father has offered the school the use of
one of his prototypes. Completely safe, I assure you. The teachers thought
that it might be wise for you to give it a try, maybe it will help in
whatever problems..... doubts you have in your life." He smiled encouragingly. 

She paused. Comprehending what he had just told her. A chance. A one time
chance for her to regain her memory. There was nothing to lose, all to gain.
She nodded her response. "Thank you. Even despite what I did to you during
the lecture." She smiled, pleasant, simple yet attractive. 

"I need to know more information about you. Could I-" 

"I'm sorry, but I've another class to attend." She broke into his sentence.
"Be seeing you around.... and ermm..... thanks a lot!" She backed away from
him and ran down the corridor, bumping into several students on her way. 

Comments pleasepleasepleaseplease........ We writers thrive on them.....
well, techniquelly, we thrive on air, water, food but I mean that
metaphorically .

Seeya!
Canvas
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Vanessa Mae's (the violinst) "Storm" is originally 
Vivaldi's "Presto" from "Summer" of the "Four Seasons"
AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! Vanessa Mae is Vivaldi's incarnate!!!!!
Vivaldi lives!!!!!!!!!!
(forgive me, I'm raving)
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