Hey everyone, I can't finish a story without starting a new one can I? Jeez, blame my imagination for this. This story will be Four Chapters long, I hope you enjoy it.

I do not own The Cape.

Secrets- Chapter One: Companionship

It was late December, the sound of the night echoed through the alleyways of the city. The night was still, not a lot was going through Palm City. Even The Cape was away for the night. Vince had turned in early and had no trouble going to sleep. Like all of Vince's luck, it didn't last long. Orwell walked into the room and threw her partner's Cape at his face.

He woke with a startled jump as he reached for the cape, pulling it off his face. When he looked in front of him, his eyes focused on the figure standing at his bed. When he focused on it all the way, he knew who it was. Orwell stared at him impatiently, she still had her winter blazer and gloves on. Whenever she threw his cape his way, he knew she meant business.

"Orwell, what's going on?"

"Get dressed. We've got work to do," Orwell started, walking away.

Vince sat up quickly and followed his partner; "What kind of work would need to be done at 11 'o clock?"

Orwell turned around to face him in a whirl; "Our work is never done, Vince,"

"Well, will you tell me what's going on first?" Vince asked.

"Just suit up and I'll take you there," Orwell dismissed.

The Cape just sighed and walked out of the room to change.

After the super hero was decked out in his suit, Vince and his sidekick got into her car and drove away. The whereabouts was still unknown to The Cape.

As Orwell drove, Vince tried to start a conversation, maybe then he could get an idea of where they were going.

He looked over at her and started; "Why don't you ever have to disguise yourself when we go out?"

"I'm not wanted," Orwell replied.

"Even so, anyone can recall your face," Vince said.

"I appreciate your concern, but have you ever noticed when I'm out in plain sight, I always do something to alter my appearance?" Orwell asked.

"I guess," Vince shrugged.

The blogger resisted the urge to roll her eyes; "Anyway, other than that, I don't like wearing masks or anything else like that unless I have to. I hate anything obscuring my vision, so I guess that's why too."

There was nothing really he could say to that. Times were quiet up until they got to their destination.

Vince thought that they had been driving for 20 minutes, seeing how silent the car ride was, it made it seem a lot longer than it actually was.

The next time Orwell stopped the car, Vince looked out the window to see they were parked in the driveway of a cabin-like house.

He in turn, looked at her partner and noticed her stare had gone blank.

Vince nudged her with his elbow; "Where are we?"

"This is the place where Chess makes his evil plans," Orwell replied.

There was more that she needed to tell him, much more about this house, she sighed and turned to Vince; "Just follow me," she said.

The Cape gave his sidekick a glance that spoke silent words.

The two got out of the car quietly and walked to the back of the house.

Orwell sat down in a patio chair at the back porch of the house. She stuck audio receptors in her ears so she could listen to what they were saying.

Vince looked in the window and watched what was going on inside.

Fleming stood at a table around Scales and his minions, looking like they were devising a plan, or talking about something else… he couldn't tell.

Orwell made a quiet throat clearing noise to which Vince looked back at her. She offered him an earpiece to listen as well. He walked over to her and sat down, taking the other earpiece. Their hands touched noticeably, to which they tried to brush it off with a small smile.

What they heard was something that neither of them wanted to miss. Fleming had yet another plan to take out the mysterious masked Cape.

A man's voice spoke next. He was hired by Fleming to take care of The Cape once and for all.

The man's name was Daniel Chase. He was a professional spy and never failed at what he did.

Unfortunately, before either of them could get more information, terrible feedback entered the headphones.

"We've gotta go, now," Orwell started.

Vince quickly nodded and led his partner out protectively with a hand on her lower back.

They got back to Orwell's car and wasted no time getting out of that residence.

"Is there something you're not telling me Orwell?" Vince asked.

Orwell bit at her bottom lip; "I'm just not so sure you would like what I have to say."

"Just try," Vince said.

"That house belongs to Fleming. He lived there with his wife, daughter and son-"

"Stop right there Orwell. You're telling me he actually had a normal family?" Vince asked.

"Yes I am. That's not the point though. His wife set up a system that monitors the technology around the home. When we heard the feedback in our ears, that was the start of it, if we hadn't gotten out of there, Fleming would have found us for sure," Orwell said.

"Does Fleming still live there?" Vince asked.

"No. The house stays vacant unless Fleming uses it for secret meetings," Orwell said. This was the last thing she wanted to talk about, but it had to be done… little by little Vince would know who she really was.

"Did you find out what happened to the wife and kids?" Vince asked.

"The wife moved away with their son years ago. I have no idea about the daughter," Orwell said.

"Do you think Fleming could have killed her?" Vince asked.

"It wouldn't surprised me at all," Orwell said.

"That poor girl," Vince said, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Orwell looked over at The Cape and then looked back at the road as she pulled into his hideout.

She parked and then gave Vince a concerned look; "You should go to bed. It's late."

"I'm not really tired anymore," Vince shrugged.

"All the excitement?" Orwell asked with a smirk.

"Yeah. Excitement," Vince said with a laugh.

They gave each other a silent gaze to which Vince started with; "Are you sure you don't want to come in and stay for a while?"

"Well…" the brunette blogger started; "I don't have anywhere else to be so why not," she said with a smile.

Vince and Orwell walked into his hideout once they both gave each other dismissive looks.

"How does some coffee sound?" Vince asked.

Orwell looked at him with an eyebrow raised; "Are you seriously offering me coffee at midnight?"

"Sure am," Vince said.

"Yeah, that would be great," Orwell said.

"Okay. You know what to do, make yourself at home," Vince said as he walked over to his coffee pot.

The brunette blogger gracefully sat down at her friend's couch and pulled out her phone from her pocket.

Pretty soon, Vince came up to her with two hot cups and he too sat down at the couch; "I think you're OCD with your blog Orwell. Didn't you check it about an hour or so ago?"

"Probably. Could care less though," Orwell said.

"I see that," Vince said with a laugh.

The blogger lifted her coffee and took a sip of it; "Thanks for this."

"No problem," Vince spoke.

The two had conversation after conversation. Vince and Orwell had two opposite types of thoughts, but in a way they thought just alike.

By the time 2 'o clock came they had dozed off on the couch. Orwell had fallen asleep sitting up, but her body gracefully drew her down to the point to where she had laid her head on Vince's chest. He, too, was asleep when this happened, but subconsciously he drew her closer by holding her securely in place.

While The Cape and his sidekick slept, the unnoticed spy watched and took notes about how Vince and Orwell reacted to each other.

The demise of The Cape won't be easy, but this spy loves a challenge.

*The Cape*

The morning light came in through the window, waking Orwell up. She stretched sleepily then lifted her head from what she thought was her pillow.

"Crap! How could I be so stupid?" The blogger thought to herself.

Orwell got up from the couch in a haste. The last thing she wanted to do was be a confusion for her partner.

Vince's eyes opened and stared back at his partner, mirroring her shock.

As Vince watched the blogger, he called out; "Orwell, come here."

"This isn't right Vince and you know it," Orwell started in a wary tone.

"We fell asleep. That can't be helped," Vince said.

"Yes it can," Orwell met her eyes with Vince's; "Vince- I don't want to lose you over getting too close."

"You won't lose me Orwell," Vince said.

"You have a family, of course I will," Orwell spoke.

"What I'm saying is that you will always be a friend of mine. No matter what," Vince said.

"That's sweet but really you don't have to sugar coat it for me," Orwell said.

The only thing Vince was sugarcoating was how he felt about Orwell, hell he didn't even know exactly how he felt.

Vince gave her a meaningful glance to which the blogger began with; "Vince can we just drop this for now?"

"Yeah," Vince spoke in a gentle tone.

"Thank you," Orwell said taking a hold of Vince's hand and squeezing it once.

He squeezed back just as gentle before they took their hands back.

Vince and Orwell had a complicated relationship. It could be seen as a brother and sister or something even more. They realized the X factors were holding them back from something they both needed… companionship. They were great friends but something was nagging at them, deepening their want for something more.

Thanks for reading! See you all next chapter!