Chapter 11

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(Sorry @ashowstoppingstarkid I kind of changed some stuff about Jack, but she still exists and is a fucking badass, so there you go. Also timelines have been fucked up. Oops. Just go with it. Finally, I'm so sorry it's so short! But I will post again soon! I promise!)

"If my suspicions are, in fact, correct, and the... things that I think are behind all of this actually are behind it, it's a million times better to have our futures in the hands of a thirteen year old who writes fan fiction than them. Of course, we can't really force you to do anything, but for the life of all of us, please." John informed them. "Our civilian contacts should be arriving soon with information and help, but until then, let's sit tight and provide Taylor with encouragement, for they are obviously apprehensive and partially reluctant to leave our fates and lives up to their writing and what comes up on the screen as they type."

It was then that the president of the United States of America arrived. Some shit was about to go down.

The doors burst open suddenly, and without any warning, President Howard Goodman strode into PEIP's headquarters, flanked by ten secret service officers, a woman with a boyish haircut and a leather jacket, and the Secretary of Defense.

Immediately recognizing the man in power of the country, most of the members of Team Starkid that were there (save for Jeff, who took out his phone and took a selfie) tried to look like they belonged in this situation, and Mariah squeezed Taylor's hand, knowing that they knew who he was as well.

Harry got right down to business without even saying so much as hello.

"Why do you think you can just waltz right in here without warning right in the middle of a possible crisis?" She snapped, annoyed.

"You can't just do everything without anyone else, Harry." John muttered loud enough for Harriet to hear.

"I damn well can. And he doesn't even run the country. Our boss does."

"Wait, hold up. Say what now?" The President interjected, both confused and surprised. Both agents ignored him. He needed to say something though, that was the reason he was here. "Uh, we need to give you an agent to help with this situation though. While we trust PEIP, you aren't the only ones that are concerned about the safety of this universe. This is Agent Jacqueline Arsenault. She is still technically training, but she's at the top of all her classes, and took a bullet for me when I was visiting Canada last summer. Agent Hidgens, you're in charge of her. She is here to help, and you will treat her opinions as ones with value. Have a great day." He turned on his heel and left, the Secretary of Defense and his secret service trailing behind him. He'd gotten a lot better at being listened to since he had to do that... thing with Wiggly in the Black and White. Gone was the anxiety that he wasn't good enough at running the country, and in it's place was the knowing of the fact that someone like him, someone good, needed to be in charge. Wiggly's failed takeover showed him that.

"Um, absolutely not. I'm not working with somebody like 'zese connards. MONSIEUR PRESIDENT DON'T LEAVE ME WITH 'ZESE IDIOTIC CHILDREN-" Agent Arsenault protested, but the president was already gone. "'Zis is treason." She grumbled.

"Wait you're Jack. From... SND" Taylor marveled, forgetting about the whole 'pretend you aren't out of place here' thing. Before they knew it, there was a gun on their head, and John had his gun trained on Jack's. To say they freaked out was an understatement. Taylor legitimately shrieked. And they shrieked loudly.

"How ze hell do you know my name?" Jack growled at the younger person.

"Uh... it's hard t-to explain. P-Please don't k-kill me!" Taylor stammered.

"I will take ze gun away from your head when I know what you know." At this point Taylor was shaking like a fucking leaf, and when Jack saw that, she so smartly said, "Oui, be scared. If you don't tell me what you know, your fears will come to life." That's when John lost it. He pressed the gun up against Jack's head, and placed his finger on the trigger.

"You so much as lay a finger on the kid, and I will blow your head to pieces." He spat.

"N-no, it's okay! I, uh, I can t-tell her sh-shit! But like actaully c-could you tell her p-please? I-I c-c-can't." And so the explanations began,

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