Blue Noon

Jessica dared a quick glance at the dark moon, which was giving her a headache as usual. As far as she could tell, it hadn’t moved an inch, or a degree, or whatever. When an eclipse happened, didn’t the regular moon keep going across the sky?

“Well, the darklings must have known this was coming.” Melissa spoke up. “Or at least, they must know something. They’re still rocking out, like it’s darkling Fourth of July.”

“I guess maybe they’ve got the schedule, then,” Dess said quietly.

Jonathan pushed himself softly up into the air ten feet or so, staring out across the desert. “Hey, Rex, could they have made this happen?”

“The darklings? Maybe.”

“But it was daylight when it happened, Rex,” Jessica said. “How could the darklings do anything? Aren’t they, like, frozen during regular time?”

Rex nodded slowly. “Yeah, frozen. And buried deep in the desert to escape the sun. But still… maybe.” He shrugged.

Jessica sighed. She didn’t know which was freakier, the complete rupture of time itself or Rex acting like he didn’t know everything.

The way he’d changed was hard to pin down. On the one hand, he moved with much more confidence, like he was stronger, no longer afraid of the daylight world. But at the same time he could seem sort of dislocated, as if Earth was a new planet to him and every passing car something astonishing to behold.

At times like this she missed the old Rex, who could be depended on to at least pretend like he knew what was happening.

What if they were stuck here? What if this really was the end of regular time, at least for the five of them? What were they supposed to do? Spend the rest of their lives scavenging for ca

The secret hour was magical, but it could also be a trap; Jessica had already experienced enough since moving to Bixby to understand that. If they really were stuck here, she would never see her parents or sister again, except as pale, waxen statues—stiffs. She would never talk to anyone again except the other four midnighters or feel the sun on her face.

And she would never…

“Oh, jeez, would you knock it off, Jessica!” Melissa cried. “You’re bumming me out, and I think something’s happening.”

Jessica felt a hot flush rising in her face. “Were you reading my mind?”

Melissa sighed. “It’s not like I have a choice. Just chill out for a second. The darklings are doing something….” Her eyes closed, her expression changing from concentration to puzzlement, then suddenly to alarm. “Flyboy! Get down!” she shouted.

Jessica spun around and saw Jonathan hovering eight feet or so in the air. He had been bouncing up and down with nervous energy, still thinking of this extra blue time as an invitation to fly to his heart’s content.

He waved his arms uselessly, still drifting softly upward, powerless to change his course. Falling that far wouldn’t be fatal, but the parking lot’s asphalt surface was hard enough to twist an ankle or break a leg.

Above him the dark moon was dropping, sweeping across the sky faster than a second hand. The sun peeked out from behind it, a cold and lifeless eye against darkness.

As she ran toward him, Jessica remembered her lessons from flying and from physics class. Jonathan’s midnight touch made things almost weightless, but the rest of the laws of motion still applied. If she could throw something heavy up to him, and he caught it while it was headed downward, its momentum would carry him quickly back toward earth.

But Jessica’s backpack was still in the gym, and she didn’t have anything heavier than loose change in her pockets.

All she could use was her own body.

She ran three steps and leapt up onto the hood of the car nearest him, then jumped from it toward Jonathan’s dangling feet. Her fingers grasped his ankle, giving it a yank earthward.

She expected lightness to flow into her, Jonathan’s midnight gravity to take the sting out of her fall. But Jessica still felt heavy, tumbling like a brick toward the asphalt.

Then she realized that she wasn’t touching Jonathan’s skin, only the leg of his jeans. With only seconds before they hit the earth, there was no way to reach up to his bare hands, to share his acrobat’s weightlessness. She was dragging him down too fast.

Jessica let go… and the ground rushed up.

The blue time ended just as she hit, the Oklahoma sun suddenly blinding as she stumbled across hot, black asphalt. One ankle twisted under her, and she crashed shoulder-first against the side of a car. The collision knocked the breath out of her.

Jessica fell to her knees, clutching her ankle and wondering why an earsplitting shriek had filled the air.

Suddenly Jonathan was crouching beside her.

“Are you okay?” he shouted above the noise.

“Ow. I don’t know. What’s that…?” Jessica’s voice trailed off as she realized that the wailing sound was coming from the car next to her. Crashing into it just as the blue time had ended, she’d set off its burglar alarm. “I did that, didn’t I?”

“Don’t worry about it. And thanks for saving me.” Jonathan raised up a little from his crouch, peering over the hood of the car. “Dess is talking to Sanchez. It looks like he’s more embarrassed than anything else. I think she’s lecturing him about the evils of smoking.” He ducked. “He’s looking over here, though, wondering about the car alarm. Just stay down.”

Jessica tested her sore ankle, wincing as pain shot up her leg. “No problem with that. So you’re okay?”

He nodded. “You pulled just hard enough; perfect timing. I wound up with only a few inches of regular-gravity acceleration. And I was falling straight down, so I didn’t stumble like you did.” He smiled. “Plus I do have a couple more years’ practice at landing than you.”

“Oh.” She sighed. “Guess I was stupid, trying to save you.”

He took her hand. “Not stupid at all, Jess. I would have been at least ten feet up if you hadn’t given me a yank. That’s a long way to fall onto concrete, believe me.” He leaned over and kissed her, then pulled away, smiling. “That was really fast thinking and excellent use of the laws of motion.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like I said, thanks for saving me.”

“From a sprained ankle. Brave me.”

“Could have been worse than a sprain.” He rose slightly and peered over the car again. “They’re all sneaking back into the gym now, Mr. Sanchez too. Looks like no big deal.”

“What about this stupid car alarm? Someone’s going to check it out.”

He shook his head. “I doubt anybody inside can hear it over that chanting. Can you walk?”

Jessica tested her weight on the ankle. “Ow.”

“Okay, let’s just stay here a few more minutes. The rally’s almost over anyhow. We’ll blend in when it breaks up, get our stuff, and go to physics.”

“Sure, great.” She winced. “Only I think I’ve already had my physics lesson for today.”

“Guess you have,” Jonathan said. He knelt and began to rub her ankle tenderly. At first she flinched at his touch, but then the wrenched muscles began to loosen. “Guess I have too.”

“How do you mean?”

He sighed. “Well, it was kind of stupid, flying around when we didn’t know what the hell was going on.” Jonathan looked up at the gym roof. “I could’ve taken a real fall.”

Jessica reached out and brushed his hand with her fingertips. “That would have sucked.”

“Yeah, well, the next time that happens, I’ll listen to Rex.”

She smiled, amazed to hear words “listen to” and “Rex” coming out of Jonathan’s mouth in the same sentence. But then her mind played back the first half of what he’d said, and she frowned.

“Hang on. The next time it happens?”

Jonathan looked at her blankly, then laughed as he worked on her ankle. “Do you really think that whole thing was just an eclipse or whatever? That it means nothing and will never happen again?”