A Jewel Whodunnit...
BLAST FROM THE PAST
PART ONE: CURTAIN
Chapter Eight: The Results
"I don't believe this."
Phyllis stormed into her colleague's office, a thunderous look on her
face as she banged the door shut, making all the pictures on the wall wobble
violently. "I totally don't. Some damn security guard!"
"Mm?" Jetta, well used to her friend's tantrums by now did not even look
up from her paperwork.
"Jetta, dammit, listen to me!" Phyllis snatched the paper away. Jetta
raised her gaze to her companion's, a look of irritation in her grey eyes.
"What?" She demanded. "I'm tryin' to get that finished!"
"Well, it isn't the only thing that's gonna be finished when I'm through
with that Nigel jerk." Phyllis fumed. "Jetta, last night, someone got in
here, into the main studio and totalled the recording equipment. Not only
that, but various electrical cables and amp leads are missing, Nancy's guitar
has had the strings sliced off it, and a whole folder of Jewel music is
"You're kidding me!" Shock flashed into Jetta's gaze. "But security..."
"That's what I mean." Phyllis said darkly. "I had that useless old fool
up in my office and I told him what I thought of his idea of security. He
says he doesn't remember any unauthorised personnel entering the building,
but one must have, because the evidence is plain as day! Someone got in here
and wrecked Jewel's things...and he just let them!"
"What did you do about it?" She asked.
"Fired him, of course. What else?" Phyllis spread her hands. "But listen,
Jetta, getting a good night security guard might take a while. I've passed
word around, but in the meantime we can't just leave the place open to
intruders. I've asked Aaron and Cynthia to spend a couple of nights here,
make sure nothing goes amiss. They're fairly agreeable - Cynthia's working
on fixing the recording equipment as we speak, though it means Jewel aren't
going to record today. Probably not tomorrow either - they did a thorough
"What about the music?" Jetta demanded. "Amp leads, cables, guitar strings
can be replaced, but the music?"
"Nancy keeps copies." Phyllis responded. "Thankfully the ones in the
cabinet were only photocopies. Her originals are at home in her room, safe
at Starlight Mansion."
"Well, that's something." Jetta looked relieved. "Bloody vandals!"
"You think it was random or designed?" Phyllis asked, as the two of them
headed down to the studio, Jetta wanting to see the damage for herself.
"Designed." Jetta frowned. "A random delinquent would jus' attack anywhere,
this was aimed at Jewel themselves."
"Yeah, right." Phyllis nodded. "I thought the same thing." She clenched
her fist, letting out an exclamation of frustration. "Damn them! We don't
have all the time in the world to lay down the B track for this single before
the projected release date!"
"So why not move them to another studio downstairs?"
"Because, lamebrain, they're all in use today, tomorrow too. Booked solid."
Phyllis snapped. "I've tried to get in touch with Flash Recording Studios
- you remember Daddy has shares in them still - but they haven't a window
either no matter how hard I bully them. We're stuck waiting for the equipment
to be fixed and I hate waiting around!"
At that moment they reached the studio proper, and Jetta pushed open
the door, surveying the scene with a frown. Nancy was perched on the unit,
carefully affixing new strings to her beloved guitar, whilst her bandmates
were discussing the situation with some vim. At the entrance of their superiors
they turned, and it was clear from their expressions how indignant they
"This kind of thing should not be allowed to happen." Phyllis said quietly.
"Nancy, are you gonna be able to play that thing today?"
"I'm almost done. I always keep spares." Nancy agreed, not looking up
from her task. "I never saw anything like it, though. Someone just...sliced
them off. Bam. Scratched the frets as well."
"Are you gonna call the police?" Sylva demanded. Phyllis frowned.
"Not yet. I'm hoping we can settle it without that." She admitted. "I
don't like the police. They're nosy and bossy and disrupt schedules even
further with their interference. They think they know everything when in
fact they're dumbasses. No, no police. Cynthia and Aaron will be here if
whoever it is comes back."
"What if they're armed, though?" Copper looked anxious.
"I'm not afraid." Cynthia put in from the doorway to the control room.
"We'll manage." She glanced around her. "Where is Aaron?"
"Making sure the other studios weren't affected." Phyllis replied darkly.
"Well, since you girls can't record, you can damn well practice. I want
the B track song note perfect by the time you go meet Zoe about the A track's
video this afternoon, okay?"
"Sure. We're not far off it, anyhow." Topaz assured her. "It's just sick
that anyone would do this, that's all."
"Mm, more than sick. It's a bloody nusiance." Jetta grimaced. "Well,
we'll leave you to it. Get workin', okay?"
Once they were gone, Sadie moved over to the window thoughtfully.
"I wonder." She mused.
"What?" Sylva cast her a puzzled look.
"Well, I was thinking. If I wanted to sabotage Misfit Music, and I didn't
have a lot of time or space to do it in...where would I ditch the stuff?"
"Sadie turns detective!" Topaz observed dryly. Sadie rolled her eyes.
"No thank you. You don't know how glad I am that Phyllis is no fan of
police interference. They'd take one look at me and my history and bang me
up for life! No, I was thinking of it from another angle. I mean, I know...well,
knew people who did this kinda stuff for a standard fee. Just got me thinking."
"Back in England, you mean?" Nancy glanced up from her guitar at this.
Sadie nodded, perching on the windowsill.
"Yeah. There's a whole undercurrent of shady dealing and stuff the police
don't have any clue of, because people who're down there don't rat on their
own kind." She said. "No matter how many people saw a fight take place
or a drug deal finalised or vandalism committed, when the cops came down
suddenly it's a case of noone saw a thing. That's how it works."
"But you do see?" Copper asked. Sadie smiled slightly.
"See more than you want to." She acknowledged. "But listen. I'm not saying
this was a pro job or a network or anything. I was just remembering what
I learnt in Kent and Brum and thinking...well, there is only one place to
get rid of things at speed and not be caught."
"Where?" Topaz's eyes were bright with curiosity. Sadie gestured behind
"Out of the window." She said simply. "Into the skip."
"Out the window?" Sylva hurried to the window, pushing it up and leaning
out. "I dunno...it's a long way, wouldn't someone hear something?"
"Isn't it normal for people to throw things into skips, though?" Sadie
reasoned. "Phyllis has something of a reputation for it, even. So what
if people hear a few things clattering? Doesn't mean anything's up."
"Sadie's right, you know." Nancy looked thoughtful. "I bet that was how
it was done."
"Should we tell Phyllis and Jetta?" Copper wondered.
"Mm, probably, but when they've calmed down some." Topaz rolled her eyes.
"They're both on the rampage, in their own way right now and I don't think
they'd welcome any of us underfoot."
"Yeah." Sadie looked rueful. "I think I'm with that. Nance, is your guitar
fixed? We oughta play before they come yell again."
"Yes, I'm ready." Nancy nodded, getting to her feet. "I'm pretty mad
over this myself, you guys. This guitar's kinda special and not only has
it been semi-blown up once, it's now been denuded of strings."
"Mm, wonder if the same person is involved." Copper frowned.
"Stefana?" Topaz raised an eyebrow.
"We'd never prove it." Sylva sighed. "But it probably was her, the bitch.
She's had it in for us from the start."
"More so since I made the mistake of sleeping with her brother." Topaz
said ruefully. "And she seems to really hate you, Copper. I can't think
why...you're not the kind of person who incites blind hatred in anyone."
"I don't know about it either." Copper sighed. "I know she doesn't like
me, and of course it bugs me, because I can't think what I've done and the
rest of Diablo are friendly enough. Marissa's really sweet! But there you
"Well, it seems fairly obvious to me." Nancy put in.
"It does?" Copper fixed her friend with a curious look. Nancy nodded,
affixing her guitar to the amplifier and checking it's tuning.
"There's only one person she doesn't go ape at, and that's Aaron." She
said offhandedly. "Stands to reason that she hates you because she'd like
Aaron for herself."
"It has intensified since we got engaged." Copper admitted. "But seriously?
I know she made a play for him when we were broken up, but I figured that
was to spite me as much as anything. I mean, could she really be that much
in love with him, that she'd go this far?"
"She's not the kind of girl you think of falling in love with any man.
I'd have said she was a career chick." Sadie remarked.
"True, but every woman has their weakness. Look at me and Dean." Nancy
looked sheepish. "Or Mom and Dad, for that matter. Aunt Phyl and Alan...it
happens. Even the most independant and career-minded of women can fall.
And Aaron has always had this effect on women. He inspires adoration, I don't
"I'd say more like she only wants Aaron because she can't have him and
wants to upset a happy relationship." Sylva pulled a face.
"Well, she's not getting him." Copper shrugged, unperturbed. "We've been
together a long time and I trust him...we're going to get married so if
that is the problem she really needs to get over him and find someone else."
"I think it'd do us all a lot of good if she did." Topaz rolled her eyes.
"Okay, let's play, huh? I want to spend some time with Hollie before we
scoot off to see Zoe and we're already behind schedule as it is."
"Okay." Sylva reached for her synth. "Then let's rock!"
BLAST FROM THE PAST: PART ONE
DISCLAIMER: PLEASE NOTE
Copper, Nancy, Sylva, Anna, Blade, Raesha, Sirena,
Topaz, Aaron, Sophie, Justin, Elliot, Rosita, Luis and any other characters
in this fiction which do not appear in the animated Jem series are
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Chapter One: The "Anniversary"
Chapter Two: Jewel's Sound
Chapter Three: At Sirena's
Chapter Four: Jewel's Video
Chapter Five: Fanmail
Chapter Six: A Stranger
Chapter Seven: Stefana's
Chapter Eight: The Results
Chapter Nine: A Moment's
Chapter Ten: A Shock For
Chapter Eleven: A Surprise For Jetta
Chapter Twelve: Fire!