AN: So, it's been a while, but here we go with another one-shot! This is an idea I've had sitting in my head for a while now, but to be honest, I had a hard time deciding which collection it should go into - glitches, or Spike. Obviously, this one won out. So yeah, it actually turned out really well, and I was even able to incorporate more ideas suggested by you guys - I dedicate this one to LabRatsFan07 and Stardust16! Enjoy :)


"Hey Chase."

Chase scowled into the carton of milk.

"Hey Chase."

A droplet of the creamy white liquid trickled down the side of it.

"Hey Chase."

"Would you knock it off, Adam?" Chase burst out.

"Hey Chase."

"What?"

"Poop face."

Chase groaned.

Bree smirked. "I think I liked 'butt face' better."

"I don't know, I thought that 'Perry face' was pretty good – I haven't heard an insult that would ever top that one," Leo contributed.

"Real mature, guys," Chase rolled his eyes.

"It's only funny because it rhymes with your name," Leo shrugged.

Chase scowled, taking a bite of one of his carrots. It was times like these that he wished he had homework to do so that he had an excuse to skip lunch period with his siblings. For some reason, the day had become 'pick-on-Chase' day. He hadn't even done anything especially socially awkward to deserve it.

"Hey Chase."

"I'm not responding," Chase snapped.

"Hey Chase.

"Hey Chase.

"Hey Chase."

Chase growled, finishing off his carrots. He took a sip of his milk.

A pea hit him in the nose, and he flinched, spilling a bit of his milk down the front of his shirt. Another pea hit him, and another. Bree and Leo were snickering.

"Would you knock it off!" Chase shouted, turning on his older brother. Adam had a pea cocked, and when Chase turned, the older boy flicked it. It nailed Chase between the eyes.

"That's it!" Chase exclaimed, standing up. But he staggered back a little as his vision flickered red. And then flickered back. "Whoa, what was that?"

Adam, Bree, and Leo all looked frightened. "Uh, hi, Spike," Leo stuttered. "What's up?"

"What? What are you talking about?" Chase cleared his throat. His voice was far deeper than it should have been. "I'm not Spike."

The other three were blank-faced at that statement. "What?" Adam asked.

Chase tried clearing his throat again. "I'm Chase, the guy with the nice face," he tried to say. He would have been proud of that one if it weren't for his scary low voice. He sat back down.

"Chase?" Bree stared at him. "You sound just like Spike."

Chase shook his head. "I swear, I'm not Spike. Something's wrong with my voice – it must be a glitch."

"You can't just talk normal?" Leo asked.

"This feels normal to me, but it sounds totally wrong!"

"Maybe this is what puberty sounds like for Chase," Bree laughed. "Spike was ahead of the game."

"Haha, very funny," Chase deadpanned.

"If this is Chase's normal voice, then what will Spike sound like now?" Leo wondered. "Even deeper?"

"I hope not," Bree shuddered.

"This isn't right," Adam pouted. "Chase can't have a deeper voice than me – especially in that tiny little body!"

Chase shot him a glare. "I told you guys, it's probably just a glitch. I wonder if I can try to make it the right pitch." He tried saying a couple things at different pitches, always needing to raise it higher. And higher. And higher.

"There – that's it," Bree said suddenly as he said a phrase.

"I feel like I'm squeaking up here – it's almost out of my range," Chase forced out.

"To be fair, your voice has always sounded high and squeaky," Adam laughed.

Chase rolled his eyes, and dropping back down to his new normal pitch, he said "I can't keep that up – it's really hard. I'll just have to wait for the glitch to go away."

Leo leaned in. "Who said that we're just waiting? You've got to use this!"

"How?" Chase asked dubiously.

Leo nodded towards Trent's table. "Trent's terrified of Spike."

Chase smirked, but he shook his head. "I could scare him any day I felt like it, but I don't want to. It's just asking for a fight."

"What! You've got this perfect ability to show Trent who's boss, and you never use it?" Leo shrieked as quietly as he could manage.

"Besides, it normally hurts my voice," Chase shrugged.

Leo groaned, slapping his hand to his forehead. Even Adam and Bree looked disappointed. "Way to go, Killjoy," Bree told him.

Chase heaved a sigh. "You guys need to grow up. These are bionics, not toys. Mine are glitching, so I'm just going to let it work itself out. I'll see you guys later." He stood from the table, grabbing his tray and dumping it.

Leo turned to Adam and Bree. "This is the perfect opportunity to mess with Trent – we can't just let Chase squander it!"

"What does 'squander' mean?" Adam asked.

Bree and Leo rolled their eyes.

"I don't think it's a good idea, and I don't see how you're going to convince Chase to do it anyways," Bree said pointedly.

"If Chase won't initiate it, we'll have to get Trent to do it," Leo thought aloud.

"What does 'tinishiate' mean?" Adam asked.

Leo sighed. "Come on, let's get Trent worked up." He stood up, and Adam followed suit.

"Don't get me wrapped up in this – this is your mess," Bree told them.

Leo smirked. "Killjoy."


"Hey, Trent," Leo strolled up to the bully in the hallway between class periods. The senior turned around to face the younger boy, sneering.

"You're walking in the hyena's den, Dooley," Trent said menacingly.

"It's the lion's den, Trent. But I'm not worried – I consider myself like Daniel," Leo replied coolly. His guise of calm was all an act however; he was inwardly cringing, waiting for the wedgie.

"What?" Trent blinked.

Leo waved him off. "I'm here to warn you – Chase broke into your math teacher's room last night and screwed up your test so you'd fail."

"I was probably going to fail anyways," Trent shrugged. "Just for bringing that up, I should hang you from the ceiling – by your briefs." He lunged forward, but Leo skipped out of the way.

"He also messed up your locker – he broke the lock and filled it with… jelly," Leo yelped quickly. Trent stopped. "Lots of jelly. Your stuff's ruined, and if you open it, you'll be covered with the stuff."

Trent's features fell slack. "Even my jersey? I need that tonight!"

Leo nodded with wide eyes. "Oh yeah. Totally ruined."

The bully paused. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Prisoner's dilemma," Leo explained. When Trent still looked confused, the younger boy elaborated. "When both partners are in trouble, both are confronted with the choice between loyalty and selling the partner out to ensure their own safety."

Trent just looked at him. "I don't know what you're talking about, but something tells me that you deserve to be dunked in the toilets."

Leo's eyes widened again. "No! I just sold out Chase so that wouldn't happen!"

"Dooley, Dooley, Dooley. Haven't you learned? The rules don't apply to me." With a nod from the quarterback, one of Trent's cronies grabbed Leo and yanked his underwear up. Leo stifled a squeaky yowl. "That's a promise of later punishment. But don't worry, Not-Dooley's getting double what you are after next period."

Trent's buddy dumped Leo on the ground, and the group turned to saunter down the hallway as if they owned it. Leo climbed to his feet. However painful it had been, he had accomplished his mission. The school day was about to get a lot more interesting.


"Not-Dooley – I think I owe you something!"

Chase turned to face towards the voice that was shouting across the hallway, and he groaned. He attempted to dart down the nearest hallway, but two of Trent's lackeys were blocking the way. Another came at him from the left, and Trent came from the right.

"Thought you were being funny, didn't you?" Trent scowled as he came right up to the younger boy. He leaned down in Chase's face. "Nobody messes with me. Nobody." He poked the bionic in the chest.

The other students had backed up to form a ring around the two of them, and Chase shifted in place. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Trent's eyes flashed with fear. "You."

Chase blinked, and it hit him. "Me."

The bully stepped back, glancing around him. He didn't want to back down from a fight with so many people watching, but he knew that messing with Spike was a mistake. "You filled my locker with jelly."

Is that something Spike would do? Chase wondered. If he was going to get out of this, he'd have to play the part…. "Yeah, I did."

Trent gave him a squinted glare. "Nobody messes with me. Didn't you learn your lesson before?"

What would Spike say? "Spike doesn't learn lessons, he teaches them." Spike talked in third person, right?

Trent licked his lips. "You know, you're actually not that scary. I don't know why I was so afraid of you."

Without warning, he swung his fist around. Chase tried to duck out of the way, but he was still clipped by Trent's knuckles. He was sent sprawling to the ground.

"You've got nothing!" Trent laughed. "You just talk!"

Chase moaned, pushing himself to his hands and knees. He felt the bully's foot connect to his side, and he tumbled into the crowd of students, rolling over their receding feet. He tried to scoot further into them to escape the bully.

"You have to actually try to be like Spike," he heard whispered into his ear as he was pulled to his feet. He looked to see that it was Leo.

"I don't know what he's like," Chase groaned.

"Say something gross. Spike likes to use body parts for recreational activities. Now get back in there and show him who's boss!"

Before Chase could object, he was shoved back into the ring and into the reach of Trent. Trent leered at him. "Are you going to actually put up a fight this time?"

Chase wracked his brain for a Spike-like thing to say. "Your feet would make great… ping pong paddles."

"This isn't even worth it. I'll just track you down after school to dunk you in the toilets then. You've got nothing." Trent turned his back to the bionic, making to leave the circle.

Flustered, Chase did the only think he could think of. He grabbed one of the books that had spilled out of his backpack and chucked it at Trent's back.

Trent froze, slowly turning around. "What. Was. That?"

Chase gulped, putting his fists up.

Trent jumped forward, his own fists swinging for the bionic's face. Chase blocked every hit, finally sneaking in a hit of his own. This made Trent's temper rise even higher, and with a battle cry, he dove forward to tackle the younger boy.

"Huah," Chase gasped, and in moments he was pinned under Trent's weight.

"This'll put you in your place," Trent growled. His fist cocked back for a mighty hit.

A shot of panic flooded the bionic, and his vision flickered red. This time it stayed. Three words flashed.

"My place is alpha, scumbag. Get off of me before I turn your rib-cage into a canoe."