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So.

There was this dance thing. And Hartley and Wallace had agreed to go together.

Cool.

There was a problem (of course). This was one of those obnoxiously namby-pamby school events that would be chaperoned by the teachers, and there would be stupid paper snowflakes hung from the ceiling, and it wouldn't be a dance so much as a bunch of clueless teens milling around in the gym, trying desperately to imagine they were somewhere besides a paper-covered gym on a Saturday night.

It was the perfect place to plan some mischief...but Hartley absolutely, positively couldn't.

"What?! What do you mean you can't?" James Jesse, student council president and well-known detention attendee, walked with Hartley across the campus as Hart headed for Glee club.

"I promised Wallace. We had our fun at other peoples' expense last weekend, and he's allergic to gym explosions."

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

"James, ANY time something out of the ordinary happens here, the gym explodes. It's not a coincidence or collateral damage anymore - it's a running gag."

James grinned. "But that's what makes it AWESOME. C'mon, there has to be SOMEthing we can do. Spike the punch bowl with goofy juice. Hypnotize the teachers into thinking they're chickens. Reverse gravity in the gym."

"James, aren't you supposed to be the Student Council president?"

"So?"

"So shouldn't you be concerned about keeping the riffraff OUT? You've heard the rumors."

"Pretend I haven't." James spun around so he was walking in front of Hartley, backwards. He expertly missed smashing into a tree. Hartley suspected that James had installed rear-view mirrors on his Oaklies.

"The rumor is that there are going to be kids from the other schools in the district attending the dance."

"NO."

"Yes! Lisa said she heard from Mary Batson, who heard from Spectra Vondergeist from Monster High, who also talked to Usagi Tsukino from Toonami Tech."

"So....there COULD be mischief at the dance..."

"I see the wheels turning in your head."

"Mischief that's NOT done by kids from Hero High! HOW DARE THEY!"

"Aaaaand, now you've figured it out."

James smacked one hand into another and dodged a snowman he was about to back into.

"Those Jedi Jerks tried to steal our mascot - BUT THAT'S OUR MASCOT TO KIDNAP, NOT THEIRS! We can't allow this! There has to be security at the dance. And traps! And bouncers! There should be an alert on K-VILL. And-and- I'll have the student council working day and night! Thanks for the heads up, Piper!"

James grabbed Hartley's hand and shook it vigorously before stepping up on empty air and running off. Hartley let out a sigh.

"Yeah. No problem."

" Well I wasn't here during the eighties either....A jedi...?"

Damn it! Karen had to have figured it out... still Anakin might try and pry a little more information out of her.

" And you? What do you think of these jedis?"

Anakin didn't realize he was picking out clothes he was use to... not necessarly eighties. He sighed... this was tough... There was no way he was going to dress like Twisted Sister or Duran Duran.... Anakin then picked up another costume... it was an Indiana Jones costume..

" How about this? Would this work?"

"That would have been good for our last dance."

Ooh he's going to need more help then I thought, no wonder he's been here before... she thought to herself. Then walked over to a costume of David Bowie.

"This is cool. Wanna try it on?"

Hands it to him.

"And the Jedi? Sometimes they can be jerks on the field, but that's what id seen back when I cheerleader. I don't know any of them personality." Shrugs.

"Uh yeah im sure they are awesome people. Didn't mean anything by it. I understand how sports can be. Were on the same wrestling team remember?"

Woof he looks good in that, but I wonder why he was so defensive on the Jedi thing... maybe he's got friends there.

"You look really good. Just gotta leave that top button open a little more."

She unbuttoned it for him catching his eyes again. He was so handsome even with that ridicules wig.

"Beautiful..."
she didn't realize she said that out loud.

Wally had a brilliant idea.

These happened more often than people thought; it was just that usually, Wally cycled through his ideas so fast that he forgot them himself before managing to tell someone else. But this one was EXTRA brilliant, so Wally tried really really REALLY hard to hold onto it without being distracted while he looked around for Cassie.

Fortunately, she was easy to find. Since it was such a cold December, a lot of the students enjoyed hanging out in the student commons, where there were big cushy comfy chairs to sit in, in front of a fireplace while they studied. Wally skidded up to Cassie, who was in the middle of her chemistry homework.

"BRILLIANTIDEADANCECOSPLAYMENTORSEIGHTIES."

Cassie blinked at Wally.

Wally took a deep breath.

"I have a brilliant idea for the dance, I thought that since our favorite teachers, I mean our mentors went to Hero High in the Eighties, that maybe we could dress up as them! I could dress as Barry Allen and you could dress as Diana Prince. Look!"

Wally dashed to the library and then dashed back with the yearbook from 1983. He flipped it open to a page from the Chess Club.

"There's Barry. LOOK AT ALL THAT HAIR GEL. And the bow tie with the hot pink polka dots!"

He flipped through again and showed Cassie a shot of Diana and the Hero High chapter of the National Organization for Women burning bras on the steps of the administrative building.

"And look at how huge Diana's hair is! Not only would it be awesome, but it'd be hilarious! What do you think?"

Wow Cassie showed him how to use a debit card... dang. Im must have been in my room a long time.

"Hey that's great Achilles, Im glad you picking up on things from this tome period. Now we just have to yeah you how to use you smart phone."

She watched him pay for it.

"If you don't like it, you could always change your clothes they way you usually do. That weird magic stuff I can't wrap my head around."

"I feel like such a fool."

Achilles grumbled as he stared at his image in the large mirror in his dorm room. He was clad in a flamingo pink dress shirt that was fitted too snugly and had to be left open just above the navel in order for him to wear. (of course he did not realize this was an intentional move by Patroclus) Over this he had on a pure white dress jacket with matching slacks, and black dress shoes with no socks.

"Do not be so ridiculous." Patroclus smiled as he continued to comb Achilles's long, blond hair back. Judging by the wet look he sported in his hair, Patroclus had been liberal with the gel. "You look fantastic. Very ... eighties. That is the theme of this dance."

"How I let you talk me into this..." Achilles murmured as he was fitted with a pair of dark shades over his eyes. "Blasted ... I can not see through these things!"

"By Athena's Grace!" Patroclus laughed. "You just are not happy unless you are complaining about ... well, anything."

Patroclus stepped back and admired his man's image in the mirror. He himself was dressed no differently. He had on a sleeveless, light purple shirt and white slacks with matching shoes. His hair was tied back in a tight tail with his own shades rested atop his head.

"And besides.." He added. "I personally think you look insanely attractive."

Achilles turned around and his pouting frown turned into a bright smirk.

"Really?" He asked.

Patroclus smiled and he nudged him in the chest with his elbow.

"Oh yes." "Pat" nodded.

Achilles enveloped him in his arms and said, "Remember our deal?"

Patroclus laughed, "How could I forget? You do this for me, and I do it for you."

"Billy...are you sure about this?"

His mom Rebecca asked him with a quirked brow as his father hid a smile behind the newspaper. Billy stood in front of them in the family room, dressed most...uniquely. He was done up in a typical eighties punk fashion; He magically lengthened his hair just long enough to spike into a mohawk colored lime green. He wore false studs through his nose and both ears. He was dressed in a black, leather vest adored with chains over a 'Twisted Sister' tishirt that had strategic tears in it, and a matching pair of leather pants with chains and boots to top it all.

Billy shrugged, "What? It's an eighties fashion theme. I had to look up eighties fashion on the `puter and this look is right up there."

Rebecca held a hand to her chin and shook her head. "Yes, well ... it doesn't seem very in tune with the holidays."

Billy rolled his eyes, "Mom, dad showed me pictures of what you and he used to wear when you were dating so let's not throw stones."

Rebecca laughed, "Billy! I... wait a minute." She turned and gave her husband 'that' look. "What pictures have you been showing him?"

Billy took a few steps back, "No time for that. I really hafta go! I gotta meet Teddy!"

"Fine." Rebecca said as she turned around and she gave her oldest son a wink. "Just have a good time and tell your friends hello from us."

"I will!" Billy said. "I'll be bringing Teddy and the gang back with me tonight, k?"

Rebecca nodded and Jeff leaned over and gave his son a wave.

"Have fun!" His dad called after him as Billy pointed a forefinger at his head and he vanished in a swirl of blue light.

Rebecca turned to Jeff and folded her arms.

"Now ... what about those pictures?"