THREE | ALIEN CHICKS


Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats: Elite Force but I do own Ventura 'Hex' Mallory and her original story-line and dialogue, as well as any other character who is a part of Ventura's family.


Hex was having a bad day – worse than it usually was because now, she was without her powers.

Truth be told, the young witch's day hadn't started badly and she had only been without her magic for a few days but it had gotten progressively worse. Hex had woken up half-way through the day, so exhausted that she had been put on bed rest by Doctors' Davenport Senior and Davenport Junior.

But Doctor Davenport Junior had decided that reinforcing the windows of the penthouse had been the best thing to do while an extremely tired witch was resting. Hex could smell the polymer drifting into her room, her senses apparently on high-alert. Hex had rolled out of bed to find that her hair was almost entirely bright-red again, only a few stands of burgundy framing her face, and that she was extremely pale. Hex had been shocked to say the least – the lack of magic was progressing faster than she thought it would. With an annoyed sigh, she had dragged herself out of her warm bed and comfortable room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. If she had known what would happen that day – cough–magic and psychic powers–cough – Hex wouldn't have even bothered to get up that morning.

Hex bumped into Skylar on the way down and seeing how pale and weak she looked, Skylar hooked her arm through Hex's, questioning with a frown, "Should you even be up?"

Hex shrugged non-committedly. Davenport was certainly not a real doctor and he wasn't even currently in the building to send her back to bed. Plus, Hex had never really listened to any authority figure other than her older brother – and occasionally her father.

The young witch had always been more rebellious than her older siblings – the ones she never spoke about. Malvolio, or Mal for short, was the eldest of the Mallory's and was Hex's older brother by eight years. The second child was Fortuna, or Tune, and she was eight years older than Hex as well; Mal and Tune were twins, Mal older by a few minutes that he had never let his twin sister forget. Hex never mentioned them because Mal was dead – he had died when he was only seventeen, saving his sisters' lives – and Hex hadn't seen her older sister in over seven years. Not even a card had arrived on her eighteenth birthday and had just further solidified in her mind that Fortuna 'Tune' Mallory, the twin of Malvolio, had simply never wanted to be reminded of her past and had changed every aspect of herself.

Or she was dead. Hex knew that was a morbid thought but that was the honest life of a supervillain, or, in Tune's case, a superhero.

The witch girl hadn't given up though until she turned sixteen. She had searched and searched until she realized that Fortuna knew a lot more about hiding than Hex did. Hex couldn't even find out if her mother, Tara, who was a normal mortal, so Hex knew she wouldn't have much luck with tracking down her older sister who could literally manipulate good luck. So Tara and Tune were gone for good in Hex's eyes and the only person who could comfort her or control her wasn't ever coming back.

"Mm, something smells good," Skylar inhaled deeply as they walked into the room, gently tugging Hex along, snapping the witch out of her thoughts.

Oliver grinned, "Yep, that's my sandwich."

"No, smells more like reinforced polymer," Skylar corrected and Hex raised a brow at her best friend.

"You and I have very different definitions of 'good.'"

"Oh, you," the water-manipulator pointed his finger at Skylar and managed to spray water at the girl with the powers he still couldn't control.

"Oliver!" Skylar cried out as Hex disengaged her arm from the brunette to get her a paper towel. Hex returned with the towel and Skylar dabbed at her denim jacket lightly, glaring at the boy in front of her.

"I'm sorry," Oliver quickly apologized. "It was an accident. I'm still trying to get the hang of my powers."

Skylar patted the boy's shoulder in fake sympathy, "Oh, you poor thing. It must be so hard for you."

"Skylar, that's not what I meant," Oliver tried feebly to correct himself.

"No, no, no. Thank you once again for reminding me how you have powers and I don't." Skylar snatched Oliver's plate with his grilled cheese sandwich on it and stalked from the room. Oliver stared, stunned, after her as Hex's shoulder slumped.

The witch grabbed Oliver's hand, squeezing it for a moment before she let go and Chase gave Oliver a look.

"Alien chicks, am I right?"

Hex tilted her head, "Like you can talk. Your finger is a water-gun."

"I still don't get it," Chase dropped a file back onto the desk in front of him. "If Skylar was born a superhero, then why doesn't she have any powers?"

Hex shook her head, "She was born alien with superpowers, not as a superhero. You actually need to be trained to be a superhero and to actually use your powers to fight supervillains."

"Same for supervillains," Oliver added and Hex shrugged. "She used to, but a human-turned-mutant named the Annihilator drained them out of her, put them on a shelf as a trophy."

Hex yawned and almost fell over. Her face would've hit the countertop if Oliver hadn't grabbed her quickly. "A literal shelf. And he was horrible, I hexed him. Didn't regret it a bit." The witch's words trailed off with another yawn.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but you have to agree. That just sounds ridiculous."

Oliver nodded in agreement and helped Hex sit in one of the chairs. She slid forward, resting her cheek on her folded arms. Almost immediately, the Mallory girl was drifting off to sleep, lips parted and eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she breathed. Her eyes still moved beneath her lids, having either a dream or nightmare. Even though she was exhausted, Hex's sleep were never peaceful.

"Look, if Skylar's gonna be a part of this team, then I have got to figure out a way to get her powers back," the youngest Davenport told Oliver.

"No," Oliver burst out. He was determined to prove himself to Skylar. "I have to be the one to get her powers back." The brown-haired boy glanced at Hex, "Besides, you need to get Hex's powers back."

Both boys looked down at Hex. Her entire head of hair was a natural, fiery red, her skin was pale and there were heavy, purple bags under her eyes. Within three days of the cuff being on, Hex had lost weight, slept horribly, her hair was red again and she had become a pale, ghost-like version of herself. Chase, even though being initially wary, had become fond of the ex-supervillain in the span of a week and she had become fond of him. Even though neither one would admit it.

"Why you?" Chase asked after a few silent moments, referring to Oliver's almost-obsessive need to get Skylar's powers back.

Oliver looked at Chase like he'd just said something crazy, "Because. Then she falls in love with me, then we get married, then we live our happy little superhero lives together forever in a space castle."

"You know, in your funny yet creepy little world, I believe that could happen," Chase admitted with a grin.

Oliver sat in the chair beside the one Hex was in and gently smoothed the girl's hair back, finding interest in the pure red that he'd never see before. "I've been trying to get her powers back for years. So far, no luck."

"Well, that's 'cause you didn't have my vast scientific knowledge to help you, and now you do. I'll even give you all the credit so she thinks you're the hero."

"Thanks, buddy. You're the best. One day, I'm gonna do something for you." Oliver pointed at Chase and water shot from his pointer finger again.

Oliver's jaw dropped and Chase spread his arms, "You could start by getting me a towel."

A towel was promptly thrown in his face by the witch who had just woken up. Chase rubbed at his nose, which had been hit with the balled up towel and swiped it over his face. He nodded in thanks at Hex and returned to rubbing his reddening nose. Hex yawned and she slowly shuffled from the room. "Sorry. Anyone needs me, I'll be in my room."

XXXXX

Still yawning and despite saying that she would be staying in her room, Hex had found herself in a chair in the lab, watching as Skylar could possibly get her powers back. The witch had been woken from a fitful sleep by her friends who were acting weirder than normal…and for Oliver…that was saying something.

All she'd gotten from Oliver was, 'I, Oliver, have found a way how I, Oliver, can get Skylar's powers back.' Chase had backed him up with, 'I, Chase, am going to supervise,' and before long, Hex had practically been shoved into the hyperlift by an over-excitable Oliver and transported down below the Earth's surface. She hadn't even questioned the excessive use of 'I' in their sentences.

"I can't believe this is really happening," Skylar cheered, sitting in a chair. "I've waited so long to get my powers back."

"Well, my dear, your wait is over," Oliver replied and then called in an accent similar to Doctor Frankenstein's, "The serum!"

Chase grinned at Hex's dry comment of 'creepy,' from her spot beside him and looked at Oliver, "It's not ready."

"I'm sorry," Oliver apologized to Skylar. "My assistant informs me there will be a slight delay. Can I make you more comfortable? Would you like to put your feet up?"

"So you can measure my knees again?" The alien girl crossed her legs away from Oliver. "No, thanks. How exactly is the serum gonna work?"

"Well, uh, you see the serum will be, uh—" Oliver stumbled.

"Injected," Chase supplied.

"Injected—into you, thus—"

"Activating," Hex supplied this time, Chase having given her a quick description of what would happen. Despite being exhausted, Hex was still very intelligent. She'd figured it out quite quickly that the Davenport boy had devised a way to get the alien's powers back, not Oliver, but she stayed silent for the water-manipulator's sake.

"Activating the—"

Chase added lowly, "Cells."

"Cells which—"

Chase lowered the beaker he was holding and finished, "Are currently dormant but innately have superpowers."

Oliver made a face, finishing, "Just trust me, Skylar, I know what I'm doing."

Hex eyed the dark liquid in the beaker for a moment before she whispered to Chase, "I don't trust it." He gave her a confused look, so the witch clarified, "The serum…I don't…trust it. It looks dangerous. I don't know – It's probably just a feeling."

Chase frowned. If the psychic, even one with a power-blocking bracelet on, said something wasn't right, then it probably wasn't. But psychic abilities were not a distinct science.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Hex." The boy shook off Hex's slight warning, filled a huge syringe with the liquid and announced to Oliver, "The serum is ready."

"Whoa," Oliver muttered, seeing the needle. "It's a big needle. Do you have anything in chewable form?"

"No," Chase frowned slightly. "But if you prefer, I can administer the injection."

"No way, Frankenstein. This is my beautiful monster," Oliver hovered the needle over the back of Skylar's neck for a second or two before he passed it back to Chase. "Yeah, it's all you."

Chase took the syringe back without complaint and gave Skylar the serum, the girl wincing slightly as he did. "Okay. There you go."

Skylar huffed out a breath, "I don't feel anything."

Chase pulled off the rubber gloves, "Oh, well, it will take some time for the serum to kick in. Right, Oliver?" Oliver didn't answer. He was hunched over the desk, looking like he was about to be sick, while a half-asleep Hex rubbed his back. "Oliver?"

"Sorry. I'm a little woozy."

"Okay, Skylar, sit back, relax, and the medical software will wirelessly monitor your vitals," Chase instructed as he stuck little medical patched to the girl's neck.

"Yes, and you'll have your powers back in a matter of minutes—" Oliver added.

"Hours," Chase and Hex corrected together. The witch rolled her eyes; she couldn't believe Oliver let Chase administer a serum to the girl he loved without even questioning how it was going to work.

"—Hours!"

XXXXX

Hours later found Hex curled up in a chair beside Skylar, coughing lightly and breathing raggedly. Her forehead was clammy with sweat as she shook with chills. Chase and Oliver entered the lab, the latter with a vase of flowers.

"Look what your hero brought you. Flowers for your new superpowers," Oliver called and Skylar spun her chair around. The two boys screamed loudly, not even causing Hex to stir.

"What's wrong?" Skylar frowned, worried about their reactions at seeing her. She didn't know that black lines trailed her face, caused by the coal in the serum that she also didn't know about.

"Uh, nothing," Oliver tried to justify their screams. "You're just shockingly beautiful. Like, so beautiful, I have to look away."

"None of my powers have kicked in yet," the alien girl notified the pair. "I don't think the serum did anything."

Chase twisted his fingers, "It did something." He pushed Oliver back a few steps, "This is bad."

"Yeah," Oliver agreed. "I mean, it'll be a little weird being the good-looking one in the relationship, but I'll get used to it.

Chase set his jaw, "I'm serious. Her body is rejecting the serum. The coal must be deteriorating her organs from the inside out."

"So are you telling me we just—"

The bionic finished, "—killed her."

"Uh, guys," Skylar called. She pointed to Hex who was shaking in her chair, "Something is wrong with Hex."

XXXXX

"Something's wrong, Oliver." Skylar rubbed at the back of her neck, "I don't feel good."

Oliver hurried over to Chase, who put down a beaker and was pressing a hand to Hex's forehead. She was burning up and there were black lines identical to Skylar's on her hands. The witch had been shaking for the past half hour and Skylar had suggested that it was because Hex was a witch.

Witches and warlocks weren't another species, per say, but they were genetically slightly different to everyday people – witches and warlocks just called normal people 'mortals' – and even without their powers, were still genetically able to heal others at an extremely low level. It could be like a person's cut healing faster or a feeling of calm around a magic-user. 'Just a thing we can do,' Hex had merely said when she had spoken to Skylar about it, not really understanding the concept herself.

"Why haven't you found the antidote yet?" Oliver demanded, drawing Chase's attention away from the witch. "You're supposed to be perfect."

"You know what really helps in a high-pressure situation? You interrupting me every five seconds to ask me why I haven't found the antidote yet," Chase retorted, annoyed.

"Sorry." Oliver paused. "But have you? I knew we shouldn't have given her coal."

The brunette girl had gotten up and was standing beside Oliver, hearing his words. "You gave me coal!?"

All of Skylar's species, Calderans, were extremely susceptible to coal. The element held a compound within it that was lethal to Skylar and she was hurt that Oliver gave her something that could kill her.

"Coal? Is that what you heard? That would be crazy. Why would I inject you with your one true, very lethal weakness?" Oliver stammered before he pointed at Chase. "He did it."

"Okay, yes, I was the one who suggested shocking your system with coal," Chase admitted, "but I've also said that you should never mix superpowers with science."

"When did you say that?" The superhero asked.

"Just now. Keep up."

Skylar began to cough just at the same time that Hex did. Puffs of black vapor came from Skylar and Hex's mouths. Chase was at a loss, he had no idea how Hex got the serum in her system or why she was reacting the same way as Skylar.

Chase looked at Oliver, face full of worry, "I must've given her way too much. Her body's rejecting it and expelling it as a vapor."

"Is it dangerous?"

Skylar coughed, the vapor hitting the flowers Oliver brought for her. The plants immediately wilted. Chase's voice rose in pitch, "Just to living things."

XXXXX

Hex's body was shaking lightly as Chase encased her, and the chair she was in, in a force field. One was already around Skylar, who was curled in a fetal position in her own desk chair. The bionic still didn't know why Hex was reacting the same way as Skylar but he would think about that later – first, he needed to find an antidote.

"Okay, using my force field to seal in the vapor was a good idea," Chase walked back over to the table. "We still have enough time to figure out an antidote."

"Okay, good," Oliver said but frowned when Skylar and Hex started to cough again. "Uh, Chase, what's happening?" The black vapor began to hit the force field as they coughed more, making cracks appear. "I thought you said your force field was impenetrable."

"It is," Chase confirmed. "It's built to withstand lasers, bullets, even atomic explosions, not alien freak gas. Or whatever is happening to Hex!"

Hex was worse for wear. While Skylar had the marks on her face and the coughing, Hex was shaking, sweating and coughing and Chase could see a hint of red near her nose – maybe a nose bleed? He wanted to drop the force field and check that Hex wasn't going to die before he found an antidote but he knew he couldn't.

"I told you that was gonna happen."

"What?" Chase exclaimed, looking at Oliver in exasperation. "When did you tell me that?"

"Just now. Keep up," Oliver replied, copying Chase's earlier words.

Chase scowled, "If that gas escapes, and spreads into the vents, it'll kill everyone in the building."

"That's thousands of people," Oliver muttered quietly.

"I think you know what has to be done." Chase picked up a device from the other bench and Oliver shrugged.

"You're holding an electric toothbrush; I got nothin.'"

Chase stared at the other boy for a moment, "No. This is a sonic de-atomizer. It'll stop the vapor at its source by sending a lethal blast of energy through her – their – bodies."

"Lethal?"

"Yes." Chase's face and voice were completely serious. "The only way to stop the vapor from spreading is to destroy Skylar and Hex."

"Absolutely not. Give me that thing," Oliver snatched the de-atomizer from the bionic. Chase tried to grab it back only for Oliver to keep a tight grip on it. "Mine! I'm not letting you destroy them. Hex is like a sister to me. She protects me from supervillains, and Kaz sometimes – she believes in me, when no one else will. She's saved me more times than I can count. Skylar means everything to me. She's the reason I wake up in the morning. I can't imagine a life without either of them."

Skylar suddenly coughed and both boys looked up as something hit the force field heavily with a groan of pain. Hex was lying on the ground, vapor still escaping from her parted lips but she wasn't moving. The inhibitor cuff around her wrist gave a clicking noise and suddenly unlatched. Chase was beside her in a second, kneeling with his palms pressed to the cracking force field, muttering 'no' repeatedly under his breath.

The cuff only came off when the person the cuff was attached to heart stopped. An icy hand gripped his heart as Hex remained unmoving and the colour seemed to drain out of her skin even more. The vapor stopped flowing from Hex's mouth and hovered above her head in a swarm of inky-coloured gas. The bionic repressed the urge to remove the force field, knowing that the gas would fly out into the vents if he did. Skylar began coughing again, expelling more vapor from her lungs.

The gas cracked through the force field and Chase scrambled back so the vapor didn't hit him, "The gas is coming out."

"I'm taking that space witch down!" Oliver started forward as the force field fell but Skylar blasted him back with a blast of yellow energy. The girl fell to the ground and lay still as the vapor absorbed back into her skin. The vapor from Hex joined hers and Skylar gasped loudly.

"Skylar!" Chase helped the alien girl up. The black lines were gone from her face and Chase smiled slightly. "You're okay."

His attention was quickly diverted to Hex again, who still wasn't moving and he dashed to her side, muttering assurances to himself that she was okay.

"I'm not," Oliver informed them, pulling himself up from the other side of the room. "That's cool. Focus on her."

"And you just used one of your superpowers," Chase told Skylar as he knelt beside Hex. He pressed two fingers to Hex's neck and stiffened, not wanting to say what he felt there; it was almost as if he said the words aloud, they would become truer than they already were. Because Ventura Mallory's heart had stopped and Chase couldn't feel a pulse beneath his fingers.

Skylar looked confused and then beamed, "I did? I did!" The alien suddenly mellowed, catching a glimpse of her unmoving best friend. She gasped, feeling as if she had just been punched in the stomach, "What happened to Hex!?"

The bionic boy pulled Hex into his lap. "I guess all that vapor was just part of the healing process. But it happened to Hex too and I can't—" Chase's voice cracked and he stopped speaking. They didn't need to know Hex was dead just yet, maybe there was still a chance she'd wake up.

"So then the serum worked," Oliver nodded gratefully. "Why did it hurt Hex?

Skylar frowned slightly, "The serum didn't work completely. There was too much coal – Hex tried to heal me. I didn't even realise anything was wrong. She's still a witch, even with the cuff on. That means she can't manifest her magic but she can still heal at a very low level."

Before Hex had started shaking and sweating, she had taken one look at Skylar and almost like an instinctual move, had pressed a hand to the alien girl's cheek. Skylar had thought she was just tired but now she knew that she had been healing her, drawing out what was killing Skylar, into herself.

Without all of her powers, it had almost destroyed Hex's body to absorb some of Skylar's alien physiology and the excess coal, but she had done it anyway. Skylar felt tears prick her eyes but then noticed the inhibitor cuff on the ground. Now that the cuff was gone, Hex had a high-chance of being able to heal herself with her own magic. They just had to be hopeful that the cuff hadn't drained all her magic before it fell off.

"She'll wake up. Hex has a healing ability! She'll heal herself, now that she's got her powers back," Skylar said gently, placing her hand on Chase's shoulder. "She has to." The brunette dropped her hand. "I have my powers back. And it's all because of Hex…and Chase."

"Chase? What about me?" Oliver asked half-heartedly. He was extremely worried about Hex but Skylar's approval still meant a lot to him.

Skylar glared at him, "You were about to destroy me."

"What?! No, I would never. This is, uh—" Oliver cut his own stuttering off, placed the de-atomizer on a bench and ran around the lab, Skylar chasing after him. Chase shuffled back to avoid himself or Hex getting trodden on.

Mere seconds later, the witch gasped loudly, eyes snapping open as she sat up. Hex's heart sped up, once again beating and she felt the fogginess that she had been feeling before lift from her mind and limbs. Hex clutched at her throat, realising that she could breathe again and heaved out a sigh of relief. Colour returned to her skin, her hair becoming burgundy again and magic crackled at her fingertips as the Mallory girl tried to regain her bearings.

Chase breathed out a sigh of relief and hugged the witch. "You're alive. I was so worried. I couldn't feel a pulse…"

"It's okay. I'm okay," Hex assured him as he buried his head in her hair.

Closing her eyes, the Mallory girl hugged the bionic back. She'd just had a near death experience, she had her powers back, her best friend was chasing her brother-figure around the room and…Chase Davenport's hugs were really nice.

XXXXX

Chase, Hex, Skylar and Oliver stepped out of the hyperlift into the living room, taking in the sight of an old woman with and her sidekick which was a…pig?

After Skylar had stopped trying to kill Oliver, she had noticed her best friend was awake and speaking quietly to the bionic, who kept saying that he promised that he would get the cuff off and was so, so glad that Hex wasn't dead. The alien girl had almost suffocated Hex in a hug but was quickly pushed away by Oliver so he could hug Hex next.

She had still been a bit weak and 'Doctor Davenport the Younger' had decided it was best to get both girls with their recently returned superpowers some food and then to get some rest. Relaxation was what they needed, Chase had said.

The living room was not relaxing.

Chase's arm was wrapped around Hex's waist keeping her steady and she was grateful it was. Kaz had startled her when he had rolled past the hyperlift to avoid a blast from the gun in the woman's grip and Hex, jerking back, had almost fell. She would've, if not for Chase keeping her upright.

"You okay?" Chase asked quietly and Hex nodded quickly to show him that she was. But she didn't ask for him to remove his arm from her waist – she didn't know why, but she just didn't.

"Oh, look, it's a pig," Oliver cooed, taking notice of the pig in the room. "Kaz, you've always wanted a pig." Then, he took notice of the woman beside the pig with the gun, a look of dumbstruck terror appearing on his face, "She's got a gun!"

"Look out!"

Everyone ducked, except for Skylar, who raised a hand and froze the woman and blast from the gun in midair. Hex's deep-purple magic wrapped around the woman and her pig in an unbreakable hold and the gun shot into the air, disassembling itself with a purple glow.

"You guys okay?" Skylar asked, lightly touching Oliver's shoulder.

Hex groaned in pain, holding her stomach, having exerted herself too quickly. The bionic boy beside her pulled her closer again and, without a word, the witch nuzzled her head into Chase's neck, hoping to stop the room from spinning.

"Yeah. My faith in pigs is a bit shaken," Kaz stopped. "Wait. Skylar, did you just—and Hex—"

"Yep. I got my powers back," Skylar replied happily.

Hex smirked, something Chase could feel against his neck before she moved back, "I am now free to hex you again, match-stick."

"Wow. Good job, man. You finally did it," Kaz placed his hand on Oliver's shoulder.

Hex smiled lightly, squeezing Chase's arm that was still encircled around her waist, "Actually, it was Chase."

Chase waved awkwardly and Kaz chuckled, "Oh, that's gotta sting."

XXXXX

Apparently, while Hex had been dying, she'd missed all the fun. Kaz, even though Bree had explicitly told him not to, had welcomed a pig into their home. That same pig turned out to be the pet of a notorious thief who stole from the apartments of the wealthy people in high-end apartments. The woman, Mrs Ramsey and her pig were escorted from the penthouse, the teenagers watching quietly.

Kaz shook his head, "Can't believe I was duped by a barnyard animal."

"Again," Hex reminded him, making Kaz's eyes widen in realization. The fire-manipulator shot the witch a look, warning her not to say anything else. Hex raised her hands in surrender, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"The police officer said Mrs Ramsey's been using the pig for over a year to break into dozens of high-end apartments," Chase mentioned. "But now they're in custody, all thanks to Hex and Skylar."

"Mainly Sky," Hex complimented the alien girl, who fist-bumped her in thanks.

Kaz lifted his hand, gesturing to Chase, "Really we should be thanking you. You're the guy who got Skylar's powers back and you got that inhibitor cuff off Hex."

"I think me dying did that…"

"We get it," Oliver interrupted, eyebrows furrowed. "Chase is great. He's the best thing ever. Everyone loves Chase."

Skylar shrugged, "You know, I always thought I'd be using my powers to stop an asteroid or something, but I guess stopping a pig from stealing video games is a close second."

"I would've let her walk out of here if they were Kaz's video games," Hex sniffed, shrugging as well.

"We should go out to dinner to celebrate," Oliver offered.

"That's a great idea, Oliver. Are you sure it wasn't Chase's?" Kaz quipped.

Oliver turned glum, pouting slightly, "Actually, it was."

The teenagers headed out into the hallway and Hex frowned, "Are we forgetting something?" The witch paused, thinking and the others waited impatiently for her. Her eyes widened, realising what they were forgetting. "Bree!"

Hex hurried back into the penthouse and opened the door to the terrace for Bree, who was tapping at the glass, which was virtually sound-proof thanks to Chase's specialized, reinforced polymer.

"I thought you forgot me!" Bree huffed, crossing her arms as she stepped into the room.

Hex laughed, feeling more energized than she had in days. Her powers were back full-force and she was incredibly happy about it.

"Never, my speedy sister," Hex promised and looped her arm with Bree's. "We're going to get some food to celebrate mine and Skylar's powers coming back." Bree remained stoic and Hex poked at the bionic's ribs, "Come on, you're getting food, stop frowning, Bree."

The witch was quite fond of both Davenports, although, at first, both had been wary of the villain, they had accepted her extremely fast. They knew that Hex wasn't inherently evil just because she had been a supervillain before – and they knew that it had been forced on her. The burgundy-haired girl had helped out far more than she should have if she was still evil, proving that she wasn't a supervillain anymore. Bree couldn't help but feel, even if the female bionic hung out with the brunette alien more, that Hex was like a sister to her and that they would protect each other from any threat.

Bree looked like she could be swayed, even though she was annoyed that even her own brother had forgotten her. "Depends on what we're getting."

Hex smirked, keeping step with the Davenport girl as they headed out to the elevator to meet up with the others, "Anything but bacon."

The bionic girl laughed, tossing her head back and Chase grinned, having heard the conversation as they waited.

"How about we get some pizza? Cheese and bacon?" The boy teased, nudging Hex and she fake-scowled at him before she hooked her arm to his, holding on to both Davenports.

"Oh, no," Hex denied, shaking her head. "No bacon. But if you get some pizza, I will steal a slice."

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So, in this chapter quite a few things happened.

Hex died...but she didn't really. Just thought I'd say that first off. She was extremely close to death and she wasn't breathing, heart wasn't beating and her magic acted like a defibrilator and jump-started her heart.

Hex's relationship with the others was also shown quite a bit. She's warming up to Chase and Bree and Oliver is like a brother to her. Skylar is the best friend and Hex is already calling Maid of Honor at Skylar and Oliver''s future wedding and Kaz is the really, reall annoying cousin-type-figure. The one who lives close enough to always be over at her house and messing around with her stuff and embarassing the crap out of her. I will be adding more 'Kaz embaresses Hex' parts when I delve into her relationship with Chase more.

Let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is what I live for!

Also, those who read my other story, The Emperor, I will try to write a new chapter and update on the weekend.

Thank you for reading and please, favorite and follow. Please review too, even if it's just a question about why I've written specific things or about Hex's background. I'll definitely answer!

~ Raven