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This is Jeopardy!

After breakfast, Mr. Solomon was waiting for the two boys from the Ghengis Academy that were going to be in his class first. "Michael, correct?" he asked as he shook the taller one's hand.

"Yes, sir," Michael said and Joe instantly knew that this kid was exactly the type of guy he'd want his son to be, if he had any kids.

"And Scotty?" Mr. Solomon questioned as he extended his hand to the other one.

"That's me," the curly-haired boy said and had to pointedly hold out his other hand because his right hand was in a cast.

"Sorry," Joe said quickly as he shook Scotty's hand. "How'd that happen?"

Scotty cringed. "Skiing accident."

"Snowboarding," Michael corrected with a teasing grin.

Scotty shot him a look. "Skiing sounds cooler."

"You're in my class as of right now," Mr. Solomon said. "I was going to escort you there."

Michael gave him a polite nod. "Thank you so much."

"Shall we?"

As they headed down the corridor, Scotty mumbled, "They're still staring."

"They're girls," Mr. Solomon said from a few feet in front of the two guys. "It was like that when I first came here, too. You all will be the hot topic for a while, I'm afraid."

"Nothing like being watched twenty-four-seven," Michael said good-naturedly.

"You're too happy for having been on a long helicopter ride starting at four am this morning," Scotty said.

Joe smiled and knew that the rumors were true. The young men of the Ghengis Academy were closer than brothers. Scotty and Michael's banter only proved it.

…

"The name of the game is Jeopardy," Mr. Solomon said and smiled when he saw all of the girls' open mouths. Instead of their usual desks, there were rows of benches and at the front of the room, there were seven podiums, six right beside each other and one a little ways away. The chalkboard had been replaced by something called a SmartBoard, and on it, there were the little blue tiles that symbolized a Jeopardy game – though all of the tiles were blank.

"We're playing Jeopardy?" someone said, shocked.

Mr. Solomon nodded and smiled. "That's correct, Ms. Morrison. I figured some of you might want to… extract some revenge."

Here, Bex's chin raised a whole inch. "Who gets to compete?" She was not going to lose again.

Mr. Solomon smiled. "Two participants from every school. Michael and Scotty, that means you two win your school's election by default; come on up here. The rest of you will be voting for your candidates. Choose well."

"Jeopardy," Scotty scoffed as he took his place behind the second podium from the left. He knew that Michael would want to be on the end.

"I like Jeopardy," Michael shrugged as he took his place.

"I hate it," Scotty grumbled. "It's the only show that's ever on at our place."

"I don't see how you would know that," Michael said simply, holding back a smile. "Seeing as how you sneak out to snowboard rather than stay and watch TV with the rest of us."

Scotty said nothing.

Finally, it had been decided that Cammie and Bex would represent Gallagher, and Zach and Grant would represent Blackthorne.

"If only Liz were here," Cammie mumbled.

"Amen," Bex whispered back.

"Okay," Mr. Solomon said from behind his "Trebek" podium. "I trust that you all know how this game works. Now, here are your categories. The Bible, Hints from Heloise, Nature, Minnesotans, Sports, and What's the Pitch? Scotty, you can pick first."

"Because I have a cast on my arm and I'm a weakling?" Scotty asked.

Michael elbowed him. "Calm is your friend."

Scotty cleared his throat. "Um, What's the Pitch for a hundred."

Mr. Solomon read the clue. "The Breakfast of Champions."

Scotty buzzed in. "What is Wheaties?"

"Correct. Still your turn."

"For two hundred."

"The Great American Chocolate Bar."

Cammie buzzed in. "What is Hershey's?"

Mr. Solomon smiled at her. "Very good, Cammie. Your pick."

"Same category," she said. "For three hundred."

"You deserve a break today."

Michael buzzed in. "What is McDonalds?"

"Good. Your pick."

"Same category for four hundred."

"Let your fingers do the walking."

Before Zach could buzz in, Michael did. "What are The Yellow Pages?"

"Correct."

Michael nodded. "Same. For five hundred."

"Because time goes by."

Scotty buzzed in. "What is Kodak?"

"Never knew you were interested in photography," Michael said with a teasing grin.

Scotty shot him a look and said, "I'll pick a category for you, Michael. The Bible, for one hundred."

Mr. Solomon read off the clue. "This city, the birthplace of Jesus, was also where Samuel appointed Kind David."

Zach buzzed in. "Where is Jerusalem?"

"That's incorrect," Mr. Solomon said.

Michael buzzed in. "Where is Bethlehem?"

"Correct," Mr. Solomon said.

"Same category for two hundred."

"In Genesis, God told this creature it would eat dust "all the days of thy life"."

Scotty buzzed in. "What is the snake?"

"Mmm…." Mr. Solomon said.

Michael buzzed in. "What is the serpent?"

"Correct," Mr. Solomon said.

"Oh, I forgot that the Bible has different language from the regular world," Scotty mumbled.

Michael smiled. "Three hundred."

"After he was called forth from the dead, he appeared "bound hand and foot with graveclothes"."

Michael buzzed in. "Who is Lazarus?"

"Correct."

"Four hundred."

"The Latin Vulgate calls this book of the Bible "Liber Judicum"."

Michael buzzed in. "What is Judges?"

"Correct."

"For five hundred."

"The single longest of Paul's epistles is addressed to these people."

Michael, of course, buzzed in. "Who are the Romans?"

"Correct. Next category?"

Michael glanced at Scotty. "Now, I'll pick a category for you. Sports for one hundred."

"Regret, genuine Risk, and Winning Colors are the only fillies to win this Triple Crown race."

"I don't do horses," Scotty informed everyone.

Michael buzzed in. "What is the Kentucky Derby?"

"Correct," Mr. Solomon said.

Scotty stared at him. "Really, dude?"

Michael shrugged. "Lucky guess. Sports for two hundred."

"This sterling silver yachting trophy was designed by London's Robert Garrard Crown jewelers in 1848."

Scotty buzzed in. "What is the American's Cup?"

"Correct."

Scotty grinned. "Sports for five hundred."

"Bill Walton of this school was the outstanding player of the NCAA basketball tournament in 1972 and 1973."

Grant buzzed in. "What is Stanford?"

"Incorrect."

Scotty buzzed in. "What is UCLA?"

"Correct."

"Sports for four hundred."

"The insignia of this National League baseball team features a mountain peak."

Scotty buzzed in. "Who are the Colorado Rockies?"

"He loves baseball," Michael said by way of explanation to Scotty's sudden enthusiasm. "And dressing nicely, though clearly not today."

Several girls giggled but Scotty just rolled his eyes and said, "Sports for three hundred."

"American winners of this Olympic event include Bob Mathias, Rafer Johnson, and Bruce Jenner."

Everyone thought for a moment and Bex finally decided to buzz in. "What is archery?"

"Incorrect."

Scotty buzzed in, looking unsure. "What is the decathlon?"

"Correct."

"Umm…" Scotty looked at Michael.

Michael shrugged. "Don't look at me."

Scotty looked back at the board. "We read a book about Minnesota a couple of years ago. Let's go with Minnesotans for four hundred."

"The oilman who founded a Malibu, California museum was born in Minneapolis in 1892."

Zach buzzed in. "Who is Getty?"

"Correct."

"Same category for five hundred," Zach said. He had a lot of ground to make up.

"In 1977 he was voted deputy president pro tem of the U.S. Senate, a position created for him."

Michael buzzed in. "Who is Hubert Humphrey?"

"Correct, and that was the daily double," Mr. Solomon said. "Next?"

"Let's try nature for one hundred."

"In 1845 the fungus disease phytophthora infestans rotted these vegetables all over Europe."

Bex buzzed in, just needing to guess to try to gain a little ground. Even Cammie had gotten at least one right. "What are carrots?"

"Incorrect."

Scotty buzzed in. "What are potatoes?"

"Correct."

"Same category for two hundred."

"To aid its noctumal habits, these facial features on a tarsier are each as big as its brain."

Michael buzzed in. "What are eyes?"

"Correct."

The game continued this way for some time, all the way up to the last question. "You can do this to many wrinkled fabrics over a hot light bulb."

Bex buzzed in. "Iron them."

"Correct. That's game over, ladies and gentlemen; our class hour is almost up. Congratulations to Michael and Scotty, who have the two highest scores."

"I should have beaten you," Scotty informed Michael as they stepped away from the podium. "I totally knew that the Douglas fir belongs to the pine family."

"Then you should have buzzed in and said it," Michael replied. "I was just guessing."

"You know, Jeopardy is a lot more fun when you're playing it, as opposed to when it's just on TV every single night."

"You did good," Michael praised him.

"I want a rematch!" Bex insisted, obviously angry that she'd only gotten two questions right. "If we'd had Liz, she would have won!"

Mr. Solomon seemed to be thinking this over for a minute before he smiled at Michael. "Would you object to a rematch in front of the entire school?"

Michael shook his head and Scotty was grinning. At the same time, both of them said, "Bring it on."