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Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry been busy...Second week of school and already tons of homework...yuck! Anyways, Chapter 10! Thanks for all the reviews! I love love love them! They inspire me to write my chapter more awesome-er and faster! Sort of some discoveries in here. They will bloom more into the next chapters...Hope you guys like it! PLEASE REVIEW! =)

"Ah! Ellie, come in." Stryker welcomed me inside after I knocked on his office door. My eyes slowly scanned the room and sat awkwardly in the chair in front of his desk. His smile seemed fake as he watched me sit down. My hand tucked my bangs behind my ears.

"Um...You wanted to see me, Sir?" I asked softly. I really have no idea what he wanted to talk to me about. Really it actually felt scary...Is it about what Victor done? Or me and Wade? No...I mean how Wade is- Well you know...We're not together...

He took a breath in and clasped his hands together. "Yes, Ellie." Stryker took another deep breath and glanced down to his desk. Folders lay beneath his arms, but I couldn't read them from where I was. I knew those folders had something to do with me though. "After some research and investigaton, I figured out that...You're dad isn't dead."

I froze. My breathing froze, my body, my eyelids, everything...To tell the truth, the room started to spin and immidiatly my stomach felt as if it was a bottle rocket. It's been...what? Nineteen years since that night. I don't know how long it was until I finally found my voice. Stryker just sat there and watched me take it all in.

"Wha-Wh-" I paused to swallow the bile. "What do you mean my da-dad isn't dead...?" It seemed an eternity to spit that out.

"Well, from the file. Jack Maza died April 14th 1981." He paused again as he flipped open another folder. 'Jack Maza' is, I mean was my dad's name...I don't know what the hell Stryker's talking about.

"Ellie, Jack wasn't you're real father...You're biological father is still alive, but we can't find much information on him at all. We are doing our best..." Stryker continued.

I barely couldn't breath at that moment. I simply done the best I could taking slow breaths, but then I noticed when I blinked, a tear came. I quickly wiped it away with a swipe of my hand and met Stryker's gaze. His eyes seemed...blank and dark. I could tell he tried sympethetic, but it seemed to run from him like a bat out of hell.

I let out a quivering sigh. "Okay...Thank you." I mumbled and stood up. All I wanted to do then was sleep. Take the longest nap ever...A pain started to pang inside my head again as I closed the door and walked hurridly back to the team's quarters.

The door opened fast as I pushed it, and my body seemed off balance. Heck, everything was off balanced at that point. It seemed like I left the world. When I closed the door, I noticed Zero, Chris, Fred, and Wade sat in the living room. All their heads shot up at me as I stopped momentarily to regain myself. The headache seemed to get worse.

"S'cuse me boys. Need to get to my woman..." Wade's voice seemed a galaxy away. I held my head between my hands and opened my eyes to see Wade standing in front of me. His hands placed over mine which were on my head. He tilted my head up so I could really look at him. As he did, I seen the concern on his face. "What's wrong with her...?"My eyes widened when I heard his voice, but I his lips didn't move at all...

"What?" I asked out, continuing to hold my head, and Wade did too.

His eyesbrows furrowed. "What?"

The headache panged again. "You said, "What's wrong with her...?"

His hands slid off mine and landed on my shoulders. "Uh, I didn't say that aloud..." He paused and his head tilted as his eyes looked up. "Or did I...?"

I almost groaned again when the headache continued to beat my head. "I didn't see your lips move..." I mentioned. I can read minds now...great. Stryker is gonna be all over me, jumping with excitement...

"Then I didn't say it aloud...Unless I'm a damn good ventriloquist..."

I let out a small giggle at his remark, and a smile spread on his face as I did.

"Are you okay?" He asked, forcing my head to tilt up again. His brown eyes sparkled brightly. His lips formed soft and smooth...

I yanked my head back down. "Yea, just needs some pain medicine, and a nap..." I muttered and walked off to my room, leaving Wade behind.

The next day, I felt better. After 11 hours of laying in the pitch black, I thought about who my real father might be...My mom always did talk about a guy. His name was Steven Wellings, but she didn't talk much about him. Everytime she did though, she'd end up crying herself to sleep. I seen a picture of him once. He was a bit handsome...He had dark hair with think eyebrows, and he was an army brat it seemed like...But I'm guessing he never did make it. My mom always had a folded up American Flag up in the attic. Steven Wellings never did make it in the war. He was killed in action...Could he possibly be my father? My real father...?

I slowly made my way with grogginess to the living room where the team sat. Fred, Chris, John, and James. I think Zero and Victor went on a mission somewhere...I didn't miss them either.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and plopped down on the couch beside James. He smirked at me. "How ya doing, Kid?" His gruff voice echoed in my ear.

I smiled back. "Okay..." My stomach started to grumble when I noticed they were eating. All of them had a paper plate in their hands and what sat on top was pretty much my favorite. Large, fried onion rings, which is my favorite, along with their own sandwhiches.

A pile of ketchup was beside Wade's onion rings. I watched him eat them, and he sure ate them weird...He would completely smother the onion rings in ketchup and then shove the whole thing in his mouth. It was quite disgusting, but a little cute in a way...

"You want some? Their on the counter...Chris brung 'em in earlier." James said to me, taking a bit of his ham sandwhich. My mouth started to water as I almost darted to the kitchen.

"Ellie." I deep southern voice called out. I looked back in the living room and seen Fred stood up. "Make sure ya leave some more. I'm still hungry..." He held out his out-to-eat drink toward me to point to the food and half way returned it to his face to take a drink, but a ketchup-smothered-onion ring swung around the straw on its circle. Then it landed Fred's drink and Fred's head looked down in it with disappointment, but flew up when Wade stood up fast.

"Whoa! I made the thingy around the thingy!" He pointed at Fred's cup and almost bounced up and down like a kid. "Wha-What do I win?!" He almost screamed.

I gazed back at Fred and noticed his face was red hot with anger. "You..." Fred mumbled softly with heat.

Wade spoke again. "I win me? That makes no sense at all..." He shook his head at Fred.

Fred's face lit in anger as he threw the cup at Wade but Wade dodged it, and soda hit the wall along with a soggy, ketchup-smothered-onion ring.

Then the floor seemed to shake when Fred stormed after Wade as Wade ran away from him by circling the furniture. When Fred finally grabbed him with Wade's shirt, a loud yell made all of us jump.

"MEN!" Stryker stood in the doorway, his nostrils flared.

I looked back to Fred and Wade. Fred still had the anger on his face, but he let go of Wade's shirt with a small shove. Wade's face played it completely innocent, and as Fred let go and shoved him, Wade regained his balance and extended his arm to Fred, pointing his index finger at him. "He did it..."

I almost smiled at them getting in trouble. Fred slapped down Wade's arm and immidatly, Wade's finger raised back up and continued to point at Fred, but farther away.

Stryker clentched his jaw, but his gaze averted to me and he smiled. "Ellie, I got you a refill on your medicine..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a full pill bottle. I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed it slowly.

"Um, thanks, Sir." I mumbled. Stryker never brings my meds to me...I always went to the medical lab and went there myself...

He smiled again. "Anytime...Oh, and don't have to call me "Sir" anymore. "Stryker" will do." He nodded to me and his gaze when back to Wade and Fred. They were still standing in the same spots. Wade jumped when Stryker looked back and pointed his finger once more at Fred. I smiled and shook my head at him.

Stryker's smile wiped away and pointed to the spilled soda on the wall, and Wade's onion ring also. "Clean this up..." He ordered and walked out.

Wade sighed when Stryker walked out. I looked back at him and he seemed to wipe off sweat off his forehead, even if there wasn't any. "Whew...thought I was gonna get grounded..." He remarked. He looked back up at me.

Everyone just stared at him with ugly looks, and they all left for their rooms. Fred was the last one to follow.

"Hey, Big Guy!" Wade whistled at Fred.

Fred turned around slowly to him, and Wade pointed down at the mess. "Gotta clean this up..."

Fred licked lips and grabbed a towel underneath the sink. He threw it at Wade, and Wade caught it with his eyes wide.

"Clean it yourself..." He spat and walked off.

Wade's face pouted. "Fine! I'll be Cinderalla while everyone goes to the ball!" He kneeled down the floor loudly and grabbed the onion ring.

I watched in disgust as he examined it and then took a bite. He chewed it slow and his head tilted side to side, I'm guessing, debating if it was good or not. "Eh, not bad." He took another bite.

I curled my lip and walked into the living room with my onion rings, of course...and plopped down in the loveseat to watch Wade clean up.

He heard me and looked up. A smile spread across his lips. "Ahhh, you must be my Fairy Godmother!" He paused and smiled brightly. I simply stared at him with boredom and ate my onion rings. "That means I get three wishes!" He winked at me.

I swallowed my bite and shook my head. "No, three wishes is genies...The Fairy Godmother just sent Cinderalla to the ball with style." I proved him wrong.

His smile disappeared and squinted at me. "But the Fairy Godmother did make Cinderalla happy, correct?"

He cocked my head at what he was trying to lead to. "Yes...."

He smiled again with a strong nod. "Then you have to make me happy..."

His face brightening up with amusement. I rolled my eyes. "Fine..."

His eyes widened and he only smiled more. "You'll grant my wish?!"

I smirked. "Sure..."

I stood up and walked over to him. He smiled up at me and puckered his lips out. Then he closed his eyes.

I stiffled a chuckle and dipped an onion ring in ketchup. I put it on his lips, smearing ketchup on them. His eyes shot open and he licked the ketchup off his lips. "What the-?"

I smiled down at him. "There you go..."

"Wait, I didn't wish for that..." He stood up to my level...well sorta. Considering he's taller than me.

I shrugged. "Sorry, I don't have refunds on my wishes."

"This is unfair..." He pouted with a frown.

I shrugged again and smiled. "Well you like ketchup and it makes you happy, correct?"

He squinted at me. "Yeah! But-"

I interrupted him. "But nothing. Ping, poof, you got your happiness." I smiled at him and walked off. "Have a nice day!"

"Ellie! That was sooo unfair! Ellie- Ellie, come back here!" He called out to me. I threw the plate in the sink and skipped to my room.

Wade's POV

Yeah, you fuckin guessed it...Plan D trashed.

Damn Cinderalla wish wouldn't work...Stupid Fairy Godmother...

What comes after Plan D...?

Oh yeah, yeah. PLAN G!

No, wait...Fuck, that's wrong.

E? Yeah, it's E.

PLAN E!

I have it this time for sure...

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