Guy had taken control of the SHE-C-10. They flew low over Megadale. The swirling storm was easily visible, low on the horizon on the outskirts of Megadale. Guy angled the super-jet towards the howling monster.

"You're sure this is going to get us through?" Boxter shifted uncomfortably in the co-pilot's seat. At least he'd calmed down now that he didn't actually have to fly the jet.

"Yeah…"

Boxter fixed him with a glare. "You don't sound entirely confident."

"I'm twelve, Dad. I'm going to fly it in there and see what happens."

"Guy…" Boxter growled.

Sheila popped up on screen. "Don't worry, Officer Hamdon," she said. "I've done the calculations and there's an eighty-four percent chance the SHE-C-10's hull integrity will hold."

"Please tell me this thing has parachutes."

The wind started to pick up as they approached the storm and the SHE-C-10 began to vibrate. Below them were the flashing lights of police vehicles. They were parked a few hundred feet back from the swirl and flurry of snow. Lightning crackled out of the storm's edge, illuminating the hard edges of the vehicles and muting the red and blue in a stark white light.

"I can pull around the other side of the storm," said Guy. "So they don't see us."

Boxter sighed and shook his head. "Not much point, is there? Let Johansson see us go in. Maybe it'll stop her doing something stupid like actually trying to send a cop car into that thing."

"Alright," Guy drew in a breath. "You wearing your seatbelt?" He didn't wait for his father to reply but put full power to the engines and punched into the side of the storm. They were immediately swept sideways. The SHE-C-10's hull let out a screech and the steering column vibrated in his hands. "Oh oh…" He wrestled against the steering.

"Guy!" Boxter gripped the edges of his seat.

"Make that sixty-two percent," Sheila muttered.

"Hang on, I've got it." Guy tugged the steering column. The SHE-C-10 flipped over twice before he brought it back under control. Now the plane's nose was facing the direction the wind was coming from and this seemed to steady it. Guy cautiously pulled the steering so they tilted slowly towards the storm's centre. The hull still vibrated, but he was fairly sure he had it under control.

"See, this is why twelve year olds aren't supposed to be superheros," Boxter growled.

"Hey, I'm trying to fly here!"

"Your judgement skills aren't fully developed."

"I don't need judgement skills; I have SheSP."

"That's not even a word!"

The SHE-C-10 let out a groan and that cut short any further argument. Guy fought with the steering for a second more and then the jet popped out into relatively still air. Suddenly he was fighting against nothing. The jet listed to the side, but this he was able to correct easily. He pulled it to a halt in the air.

Below them the roof of a factory, covered in a thin layer of snow, was lit by a flash of lightning from the surrounding storm cell. Steel exhaust pipes stretched up from the roof, and there was a few bits of equipment encased in metal housings up there, but still enough room for the SHE-C-10 to land. Guy brought the jet down carefully.

"Well, at least we're not dead," Boxter growled.

"Jeesh, I basically just flew through a hurricane, you know! See, this is why I didn't want to tell you I was SheZow!" And more reasons besides. Many more.

His father let out a tired sigh and dropped his gaze. That was somehow worse than being yelled at. "Come on," he finally said, undoing his seatbelt. "Let's find Mom and Kelly."

There was no reaction to their landing, not yet. Maybe Coldfinger didn't know they were there. Outside the air was cold, flurries of fine snow flitted through the air, and their breath made little clouds every time they exhaled. They found an entrance on the rooftop; a heavy metal door with edges encrusted in ice. Boxter tugged on its handle unsuccessfully then begrudgingly stepped aside to allow Guy to yank it free it from its seal. A disused concrete stairwell stretched downwards.

"We'll sneak in and try to find them," said Guy, taking a step into the stairwell. "If we find Coldfinger, let me handle him, okay? If he's got that liquid nitrogen stuff it's going to be dangerous."

His father grasped his shoulder and pulled him up short. "Just be careful, okay?"

"Yeah…"

"No, I mean it, son. I know you think this is some sort of game."

"Game!? He's got Mom and Kelly. I might be a kid, but I'm not stupid. We've got to save them."

"I know, that's not what I mean. The SheZow thing, the way you…"

Guy let out a frustrated growl, shrugged off his father's grip, and continued his way down the stairs. "Just try to keep up, Dad."

Yeah, nice one. Guy knew his father had been trying to help. But the whole SheZow thing was messing everything up. He'd always got on alright with his Dad. It hadn't been just the fear of getting in trouble for running around Megadale in a pink outfit that had kept him from telling him. Guy felt a lump rise in his throat. This was going to mess up everything between them.

At the base of the stairs Guy found a door that led into the main factory. He pushed it open cautiously.

"We don't even know where they are," Boxter whispered.

"It'll be okay," said Guy, trying to make up for snapping earlier. "I'm sure they're fine. We just need to find them without alerting Coldfinger we're here."

"This isn't really the time to check Facebook."

"Shh!" Kelly had her phone out, fumbling with the keypad. Coldfinger had moved them to a part of the factory which looked like a giant waterslide. Kelly assumed it was some sort of transport system for the liquid nitrogen. It was empty now, but she was still uncomfortable. Mostly because Coldfinger had placed them and frozen them to the metal floor of said giant waterslide.

"I'm not playing with Facebook," she hissed at Maz. "I'm trying to get a message to Guy or Sheila. To tell them where we are."

"We don't even know where we are."

"Urgh," Kelly rolled her eyes. It was hard enough trying to handle the phone with the one hand she'd managed to free. Now Maz was being an idiot. "There's, like, a fire safety diagram on the wall. Right there." Kelly tried to point and nearly dropped the phone. "It's got a 'you are here' and everything."

"Oh, I should've seen that. I can't concentrate, I'm really hungry…"

"Seriously, you ate like five sandwiches at lunch!"

"Shut up!" Maz glared at her. "I'm having a growth spurt!"

"Yeah, big problems you've got there, Maz," Kelly growled. The camera on her phone let out a click and she checked the picture. She'd got about an inch of the corner of the fire diagram. "Damn it!" She almost tossed the phone in agitation, but caught herself just in time.

"Kelly, your Mom's going to be fine. Coldfinger just got cranky; I'm sure he hasn't actually frozen her."

Kelly chewed her lip. "Yeah…" Somehow she wasn't so sure. But there was no way to know. All she could do was concentrate on letting her brother know where they were so they wouldn't get frozen. She aimed the phone again, and though she was fighting thinking about Mom, and not looking at where she was shooting, when she looked at the picture she'd managed to get the map. "Okay, I've got it!"

Texting was easier with one hand than taking a photo and it didn't take her long to thump out a legible message.

Guy's phone chirped in his pocket.

"Seriously, shouldn't you turn that off?" his father whispered harshly. They were creeping along a metal walkway. There was still no sign of Coldfinger.

"Yeah, wouldn't want someone to use it against me, would I?" Guy fished out the phone. "It's Kelly… hey!"

Boxter snatched the phone out of his grasp and looked at the screen. "She's okay." He hit dial and put the phone to his ear.

Guy folded his arms and resisted the urge to tap his boot on the metal walkway.

"Sweetie, it's Dad. Are you okay?" Boxter listened for a moment. "Yeah, okay, Guy's coming now… you know, SheZow. Don't play dumb. I've figured it out." He listened for another tense moment. "Okay… I'll… I'll try and find her…"

He clicked off the phone and handed it back. "She's got a map there where she and Maz are. You need to go and rescue them."

"I can do that. Wait, but what about Mom? Isn't she with them too?"

"Kelly says Coldfinger took her someplace else," said Boxter, his voice strained. "I'll go find her. But you need to go get Kelly, okay?"

"Right. Then we just need to find Coldfinger and stop him."

Boxter sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "Son…"

"Dad! We don't have time for…"

"All I was going to say was be careful, alright?" Boxter pulled back his hand. "I'm sending you after Kelly and Maz because I think they're in more danger and SheZow's the only one I trust to get them out. But you're still my son. So be careful. If you get into a fight with Coldfinger just take him down and don't do anything stupid."

Guy just nodded.

"I'll go look for your mother."

"You sure you'll be okay by yourself? What if Coldfinger shows up?"

"He won't… he'll… it sounds like he's got Kelly and Maz set up as hostages. Droosha won't be… look, it'll just be better if you go get them, okay?"

"Alright," Guy glanced at the phone in his hand and the map Kelly had sent.

Boxter began to move away down the metal walkway.

"Dad, you be careful too."

Boxter turned back and shrugged. "I'm used to this sort of thing, remember? It's my job." He turned his back and disappeared into the darkness of the factory.

"Mine too," Guy said, though he knew his father could no longer hear him. "I've just got to figure out how to tell you that."

Boxter made his way cautiously through the factory. He kept to the shadows and kept quiet. If Coldfinger found him he knew he wouldn't stand much of a chance. But he didn't think he would.

He'd had to send Guy to get Kelly, even though it was far more likely he'd run into Coldfinger. He'd had to. As much as the thought of something happening to his son, especially if he had put him in that situation, ate at his gut, Boxter knew SheZow was the best hope for rescuing Kelly and Maz. And in defeating Coldfinger.

But it wasn't just the danger that was upsetting him; it was the fact Guy had lied to him. For months. He'd put himself in danger and he'd done it whilst mucking up Megadale and breaking just about all the rules in the book. Worst of all; Boxter hadn't even twigged it was his son. And how could he? Running around in a bloody pink skirt. Putting on that bloody voice. Boxter felt his hands tense into fists. What the hell was that all about?

He had to talk to his son, he knew that. But he had no idea where to start. The last thing he wanted to do was push him away because he got too hung up on the outfit. It wasn't that. Or maybe it was. That outfit was going to get him in trouble one day. But it wasn't the important bit. He was twelve! He shouldn't be running around trying to be a superhero, breaking the rules, fighting dangerous criminals. Lying to his parents. But how was he supposed to tell him that? How, without Guy just deciding to go off and do his own thing. That's what he was doing anyway!

And why? Didn't he trust his father enough to tell him? Or was he worried about how he'd react? Like Boxter knew he was reacting now. He couldn't figure out how to actually say these things to his son without losing him completely.

It was too much, especially today. He wasn't sure he could do this alone. He needed Droosha to help him, like he always did. And that thought brought a wash of emotion. Boxter wasn't even sure she was alive. Not after what Kelly had told him.

He had to stop for a moment and rest his hand on the railing beside him. He didn't know for sure. There was no way to know for sure until he found her. Coldfinger might be wrong about the liquid nitrogen. It might not mean being permanently frozen. Boxter repressed a shudder.

She'd be okay. She had to be.

But that had been the other reason he'd sent Guy to rescue Kelly. If something terrible had happened to Droosha, Boxter didn't want his son to find her.

Boxter pushed open a metal door that was cold to the touch and found himself in a room filled with tall, steaming metal vats. This was close to where Kelly had said she'd last seen Droosha. And those vats were definitely full of liquid nitrogen. If Coldfinger had really frozen her… Boxter swallowed the lump in his throat and began to move slowly along the metal walkway that stretched between the vats, just above the level of their open tops.

"Droosha!" he called, forgetting altogether that he had promised himself to remain inconspicuous. "Babe?" There was no sound except the faint hiss of pressure equipment. She had to be here somewhere. Boxter ran along the metal walkway, his footsteps crashing and echoing off the concrete walls. He looked into each steaming container as he passed.

A/n: There's a reason Boxter didn't find out about Guy in the show. Things are getting complicated and their relationship is deteriorating already. Argh. And I have to write this now. D: