Sitting next to Avalon in his fourth class of the day, John couldn't help but think about how strange it was to be with her again; he had never thought that he would see Avalon again after she had left California behind. 

It made John smile that they were actually together again and he had someone that he could trust with his secret; he knew that she wasn't going to betray him. 

There was no doubt in John's mind that he wouldn't be able to share this with Henri, who would only demand that they left Paradise as fast as they had arrived; he wouldn't allow John to say goodbye to Avalon again. 

It was the second class of the day that John had shared with Avalon and he was sort of pleased that he had someone that he could rely on and talk to. 

Sarah seemed nice but John couldn't bring himself to talk to her like he talked to Avalon or even Sam Goode; he liked their company especially since they were sort of like him. 

They stood out compared to their class-mates and didn't seem to fit in as well as Sarah did, John was just glad that he wasn't a complete outsider here when he'd had so many friends in his last school. 

He did wonder if Avalon had spoken to any of the others from their last school, it set John on edge especially after how things had ended there; he dreaded the thought that the Mogs would be able to find him after what had happened. 

The last thing that John wanted was for trouble to follow him to Paradise, he was Four and he knew they would be on the hunt for him now after killing Three. 

Taking a deep breath, Avalon blinked as she stared at the board while their teacher talked; she could barely bring herself to pay attention and the room felt kind of warm. 

The class room felt like it was spinning and it made Avalon's stomach turn, she closed her eyes before moving to rest her head against the cool desk making John look at her concerned.

Frowning at how pale Avalon looked, John peeked towards the teacher feeling like he had to do something and quickly; his chest felt like it was tightening and it scared John how ill Avalon looked right now. 

"Mrs. Burton, may I take Avalon to the nurse? She looks like she's going to faint," John asked interrupting their teacher who was talking about some assignment that wasn't due for another couple of weeks; he rested a hand on Avalon's shoulder when he saw that she was wobbling. 

Mrs. Burton looked at the pair before nodding repeatedly, her eyes locking on the very pale Avalon who looked like she was about to throw up; it made her own stomach turn and she would definitely be sick if the student was sick. 

"Of course Mr. Smith," Mrs. Burton replied moving to hastily open the class room door so that John could take Avalon from the classroom; the rest of the class watched as John nodded and gently helped Avalon to her feet and leading her from the room. 

The door was quickly shut behind them once they were outside and Mrs. Burton returned to teaching; Sam frowned never having seen anyone turn that pale so quickly when Avalon had been fine earlier. 

No sooner where John and Avalon out of the room and sight of any teachers or students Avalon pulled away from John and leant against a locker to support herself. 

Her eyes firmly closed as she attempted to stop the spinning, she felt like she was going to be sick and she couldn't remember the last time that she had felt so ill. 

John sighed before looking down the corridor, he didn't like this and the ache in his chest seemed to be getting worse; he wished that he could ask Henri what was going on. 

"I'll be fine," Avalon whispered hoping that the 'episode' would be over quicker than the others before it; she had this happen before but this felt like the worst yet and her head was killing her.

John raised his eyebrow and looked back at Avalon, he didn't believe her for a moment and he was determined to get her to the nurse's office before someone else discovered them and got the wrong idea. 

Avalon slowly slide down the locker that she was leaning against and sank to the cool floor; she rested her head against it wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and stay there. 

"No offence Avalon, but you look like the living dead; plus, I sort of owe you for helping that day," John replied feeling like he owed her for helping him when no one else had. 

Everyone had been too busy staring and John knew that he would have been in horrible trouble if she hadn't stepped up and got him away from there when she had. 

Taking a deep breath, John looked down at Avalon sure that she wasn't going to like what he was about to do; he saw no other options and he needed to get her up from the floor. 

And John was right no sooner as he had bent down and picked Avalon up bridal style, then the brunette had started to gently push herself away from him with what little energy she had. 

He didn't blame her but there was no way that she could stay on the floor, he was sure that her mother would want her home if she was this ill. 

The ache in his chest seemed to ease up when Avalon was safely in his arms, John stared at her for a moment; he felt a little calmer and it worried him how attached he seemed to be growing to Avalon. 

John took a deep breath before he started to make his way to the office carrying her, he would deal with the strange connection that he was feeling between him and Avalon at another point. 

Sighing as she accepted her fate, Avalon was sure that it was too late anyway this 'episode' was the worst yet; her head was killing her and she felt a little spaced out.

"You are different from everybody else, John, don't worry your secrets safe with me though; one day you'll be able to go home," Avalon rambled before she could stop herself, she rested her head on John's shoulder before she lost consciousness. 

John stopped walking upon hearing what Avalon had said and looked down at her in shock trying to wrap his head around what he had heard. 

It wasn't possible that Avalon knew anything about who he was or the fact that he was a very long way from him; however, the way she had spoken before passing out said otherwise. 

John sighed before shaking his head, he was going to have to tell Henri, who wouldn't be happy that John hadn't informed him that Avalon was here as soon as he had found out. 

There was no way around it and John was a little worried how the Cêpan would react and he was sure that Henri would be quick to make the decision that they needed to leave. 

However, the thought of leaving Avalon behind made his chest constrict and John had to take several deep breathes before he could walk properly towards the office. 

There was no way that he was going to walk away from her this time, John sensed that there was something different about Avalon compared to the other people that he had met. 

The feeling reminded John of when he was with Henri and it left him with so many questions, he knew she didn't carry any marks like he did from the others deaths; so that made him wonder just how the brunette was. 

Reaching the office, John vowed that he wasn't going to leave Paradise without finding out some answers about who Avalon was and why he found himself so attached to her.