The husky British laugh that filtered through into Kaz's ears after the hyperlift opened, made him roll his eyes in annoyance. Pausing in the hyperlift, he saw the object of his current frustration; Liam.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Liam stood next to Bree, whispering something in her ear while she was logging in the mission alerts from last week. It made Kaz's blood boil with anger. Or maybe it was jealousy. Either way, he felt something distasteful in the pit of his stomach. And that unsettling feeling made him want to do nothing more than shoot bursts of fire from his hands at the guy standing next to Bree.

The twisted sneer that formed on Kaz's face even screamed that if he was a heartless person, he probably would've too.

Untightening his tensed fists, he took a deep breath before stepping out of the hyperlift, and making his way over to the pair. "So," Kaz started off nonchalantly, slamming his hand down lightly right in front of Liam's on the hyper desk.

In other words, in between the intruder's hand that was so close to touching Bree's. It lay resting on the desk, as she typed on the computer with her other one. Kaz had spotted Liam's finger scooting over to Bree's before he blocked him, slamming his own hand down between them.

Back off! This girl's mine…even if she doesn't know it yet.

A sly grin replaced his smirk after he saw Liam move back.

That's right, buddy boy. You may be her boyfriend now, but you won't be for long. Besides, do you really think she'll pick you over me? I shoot fire out of my hands and mouth. The only thing you can do is suck girls in with that British accent of yours? Well, guess what, buddy boy? That ends here.

"How are you working on those logins, Bree?" Kaz grinned down at her.

Bree cracked a small smile in return, before turning back to the screen. "So far so good." She typed a few more things and then let out a relieved sigh. "And that about finishes the logins!"

Kaz raised his hand towards her for a high five. She obviously didn't notice it though because she turned back to Liam.

With a dejected look in his brown eyes, Kaz slowly lowered his eager hand back down. "So much for that." He mumbled, watching Bree as she reached for her coat on the chair.

"Hey Kaz, Liam and I going to dinner." Bree smiled at her boyfriend, barely giving a glance to Kaz, as she interlocked her fingers with his. "Don't wait up ok!"

"Yep." Liam stated, chuckling. "I'm taking my Lil Lass out to eat some real British food."

Bree leaned up to kiss her boyfriend's cheek. "Oh, Liam." She cooed, giggling at him in that girly manner that the superhero adored. Now of course, he adored it more when it was directed at him, and not some wannabe British popstar.

Kaz stood there saying nothing, as he watched Liam lead his crush into the hyperlift. Just before the hyperlift doors closed though, Kaz could have sworn he saw the guy sneer at him.

"Ugh," Kaz let out a growl, tightening his fists all over again. "I hate that Liam." His eyes narrowed into thin slits, "Who does that guy think he is anyway? A British lover?" Kaz scoffed, plopping himself down in the chair that Bree took her jacket from.

An amused laugh entered the room. "Well he is British, buddy."

Kaz was too busy in his own irritated thoughts that he didn't even hear the beep of the hyperlift, signaling that it was sending someone else down.

Kaz turned his head towards his brother. "Why does Bree even like him, Oliver?" He pouted. "So he calls her his Lass, so." Kaz mumbled mostly to himself. "I could do the same."

The heart broken guy looked down at the tiled floor, staring down at his black shoes in sadness. "If that's what she really wanted."

After a few seconds of silence, Kaz bit his lip and got off the chair. "What are you even doing down here, bud?"

Oliver shrugged. "Well, after I saw Bree coming up from mission command all cuddled up to Liam," He paused, crinkling his nose in disgust, "I thought I'd be best to go check on you."

Kaz patted Oliver's shoulder. "Thanks, bud." He forced at smile at his best friend to hopefully ease his worries. "I'm fine though."

Oliver nodded for a second, trying to think of something to say, before he looked back at Kaz. "You know," The tall superhero said, placing a comforting hand around his brother's back, "Bree might be beautiful to you. She might even be able to make you laugh until you fall over," He paused, meeting Kaz's eyes with a serious look, "but she is not the only girl that can make you laugh, and she is definitely not the only girl that is beautiful out there, buddy."

Shortly after he finished talking, Oliver waited in anticipation for his brother to crack a smile. And his brother did not fail him.

Kaz smiled widely, turning his head around to face Oliver.

That sentence sounded so similar to the one Kaz had told Oliver a couple months ago when he was suffering from a girl, and judging by the pointed look on Oliver's face, Kaz could tell his best friend said it like that on purpose.

"You know, Skylar might be gorgeous to you. She might even be able to make you smile until your cheeks hurt, but she is not the only girl that can make you smile until your cheeks hurt, and she is definitely not the only girl that is gorgeous out there, bud."

"I know, buddy."

Shaking his head out of the ironic memory, Kaz chuckled amused, "I know, bud."

''''

"…and while we're talking about Tecton owning Adam," Chase smirked, tilting his head at Kaz and Skylar with a devious grin, "who do you think would own the other out of you two?"

Oliver looked at Chase with terrified, wide eyes, giving him a look that screamed, "Do you even know what you just got us into?"

Chase just rolled his eyes at him, "So?" He pressed them.

Oliver noticed Skylar's fingers tightening around the throw pillow that she was holding onto, showing that she was definitely trying to control herself. And Kaz was staring stonily down at his black shoes. His jaw was tightened in determination, and Oliver knew that Kaz too was trying everything he could to control himself.

Skylar vs. Kaz….

Can someone help me re-build Mighty Med hospital as soon as possible please?

This is not a drill!

Oliver slowly brought his eyes back to Skylar. And he could only swallow in dread when he saw an evil smirk slowly form upon Skylar's pink lips.

Oh Chase…

Look what you just got us into?

"Ok yeah," Skylar finally broke the long, eerie silence, swiftly turning her head towards Kaz, "That's hilarious." The caldarian snickered. "Like lil ol' irresponsible Kaz could lay a finger on me!" She taunted.

"Don't you forget, fire-boy," Skylar glared at him, "going against Skylar Storm is the last situation you want to find yourself in!"

Skylar eyes twinkled with mischief. "I mean I'm sure even Liam could beat you…and he's not even a superhero." She cracked, laughing.

Kaz's lips twisted into his own dirty sneer. "We'll see about that, Skylar Storm!" He snarled, before pouncing off the couch. Kaz quickly raised up his right hand and shot a burst of pure fire towards her. Skylar screamed as it was unexpected, before back-flipping behind the couch right before it touched her.

Oliver's eyes widened in horror.

And Chase's jaw dropped, astonished.

Oliver sent the bionic his dirtiest look, before turning to his angered brother. "Kaz, what the heck did you do that for?"

Kaz grit his teeth, watching his knuckles as they slowly cooled off, dimming the orange sparks. "That Space Witch asked for it." He seethed, pointing at the shocked Skylar behind the couch.

He brushed Oliver off, and stepped over to the caldarian. "You have just met your match, Skylar Storm." He spoke in a cold voice. "Don't mess with me!"

"Kaz," Skylar exclaimed in a bewildered voice, "I was just joking!"

Kaz's eyes just flashed with more intense fire. "Were you, Skylar Storm? Were you?"

After that was shouted, Kaz blew on his hands to get rid of the residue and walked briskly over to the hyperlift. "I'll be down in mission command if anyone needs me," He growled out in irritation, "but please do us both the favor and don't need me!" He snapped.

''''

Skylar walked back from behind the couch. "Wow! Are Liam and Bree still getting to Kaz this much?"

Oliver sat back down on the next couch, sighing. "Yeah…" He trailed off with exhausted eyes. "He's hurting so much and I don't even know what to do."

"And I thought it couldn't get any worse last week…dang was I wrong…." Skylar mumbled, trailing off.

Suddenly, as if something had just occurred to him, Oliver glared over at her "And you teasing him about Liam was just cruel, Skylar!" He exclaimed. "It was unbelievably rude, and as much as I like you, I'm so disappointed in you right now!"

Skylar just stared down at the throw pillow she grabbed, feeling ashamed with herself. After a second of silence, she looked back up at Oliver and Chase. "I'm sorry ok." She sighed. "I guess I just let my competitive side take control of me."

Oliver glanced at her, shaking his head in annoyance. "You could have seriously gotten hurt, Skylar." He took a deep breath. "You can't just egg people on like that alright!"

"Ok." She groaned out in frustration. "I'll try harder."

"There's no trying about it, Skylar!" Chase barked, taking the initiative of raising his voice since she still wasn't getting it. "You could get seriously injured. I mean of course Kaz wouldn't seriously hurt you because you guys are…err…twisted friends, but others," He paused as he took a deep breath, staring down at her with a clipped look, "wouldn't think twice about slaughtering you!"

Skylar swallowed. "Ok." She murmured. "I won't do that anymore."

"You won't do what anymore, Skylar?" Chase pressed, still glaring.

"Egg people on!" Skylar cried out near tears.

"Ok Chase," Oliver spoke up in a strong voice, "I think she's had enough!"

"Fine." Chase muttered.

''''

"No, Liam. I'm not gonna hang up on you!" Bree cooed, smiling as she talked on her phone.

'You hang up ok." Her legs were across Kaz's lap, and her head was resting on the arm chair. "No," Bree cooed again. "I'm not gonna…aw you don't want to hang up on your lil Lass."

Bree smiled up at Oliver and Kaz, putting her hand over her chest, mouthing, "Liam doesn't want to hang up on his Lil Lass. Isn't he just the sweetest?"

Glancing at Kaz, Oliver could tell by his miserable facial expression that his brother was basically praying, "Take me to Megahertz. Or just let me go die in a hole… Anything to escape this."

Oliver crinkled his nose at her oh so cheerful face. "So sweet." He muttered in chagrin.

"Hey, here's an idea." Oliver forced a smile at Bree. "If you hang up now, you'll get to miss him more later."

Bree bit her lip like she was in some serious complications. "Uh…no." She decided on. Bree then laid her head back down, "I mean if he's not gonna hang up on his gorgeous lass, then I can't hang up on my Bee's Knee's Liam!" She explained, shrugging as she put the phone up to her ear. "I'm back, you British cutie!"

Kaz let out a slight gag after she called him a "British Cutie."

And why the heck did she say "Bee's Knee's" Is that someone disgustingly weird British word for awesome or something?

Bree of course didn't notice because she was too busy gushing over Liam, which was another thing that made Kaz's heart crack even more. He sighed and slumped back into the couch, mumbling, "So this is what hell feels like…"

Oliver looked at his best friend with sad eyes. What could he do for him? This wasn't fair! And what made matters even worse, was that Bree had him basically trapped down to the couch with her legs, all while she gushed at her boyfriend.

Just as Oliver heard Bree let out another squeal, along with another revoltingly cheesy nickname, his eye twitched in aggravation.

Oliver looked over at Kaz's brown desperate eyes. They were pleading for him do something, anything, to stop this hellish situation. Oliver could tell his brother just wanted to curl up into a ball and probably die. That's how crippled his facial expression looked.

Suddenly, Oliver stopped fighting off the urge he had first felt weeks ago. Honestly, he didn't like Liam either. There was just something about him that didn't sit right with him….but he just couldn't place his finger on it. But it didn't anymore. Enough was enough!

That's it! It's time for you to say goodbye to Liam, Lil "Lass".

Stretching his arm out towards Bree, he pretended to reach for the remote resting between the couch and her back. Smiling slyly, Oliver felt his hand slowly start getting colder with only one mission on his mind. He was going to slaughter that phone resting against Bree's ear. She was so carelessly laughing at whatever Liam was saying, and Oliver had enough of his best friend's pain being caused by her. He was ending it now!

Oliver gave his fingers a few more seconds to freeze before he spread them out individually, letting his cryo-blast take control.

It only took a half of second for the whole phone to become a block of ice.

Bree screeched from the freezing sensation against her face, throwing the now block of ice down on the floor. "Oliver, what the heck what that for?" She jumped up off the couch, shaking the ice shavings out of her hair. "I can't believe you did that?" She yelled at him in anger.

Oliver tried his best to at least look apologetic. "Bree, it was an accident."

"'I was reaching for the remote behind you, and I guess I just lost control of my powers for a second."

Bree shook her head at him in aggravation, as she felt the ice shavings from her hair falling down her neck. "Ugh, I'll be in the shower."

Oliver snickered as Bree stomped out of the room, mumbling all about how "boys were annoying animals."

He stole the seat that was previously Bree's, plopping himself down next to his brother. "And that's the end of the 'British Cutie'." He mocked with a victorious grin, slinging an arm around Kaz's shoulder. "There's no way she's gonna be able to explain that to Liam!"

Kaz grinned up at his best friend. "I cannot believe that you, goody two-shoes Oliver, ruined Bree Davenport's iPhone."

Oliver pumped his chest playfully, smirking. "What can I say, man? I do it for my brother!"

Kaz cracked up at Oliver's antics, throwing his head back. "I love you, bud!"

"I love you too, buddy. Always!"

Oliver pulled Kaz into a brotherly hug.

"Really though." He whispered after the two pulled apart from each other. "She's not the only girl in the world, Kaz."

"I know, Oliver." Kaz agreed, "But even though Bree Davenport might aggravate me beyond belief, she's someone worth waiting for." He finished off, smiling. "She really is."

Meanwhile, a few feet behind them stood Bree Davenport with a towel wrapped up in her hair.

"Kaz likes me…" She whispered to herself. "What?"

Dun Dun Dun! Aren't I so mean? ;) If you guys want a second chapter to this Braz shippers, then I'd advise you to review, favorite and follow! :) I hope you enjoyed this! Until next time!