Author's Note - Happy International MCR Day! Why is that today? Well, Today, July 23rd 2011, marks the nine year anniversary of the release of their first album I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. So today i am updating all three of my stories! I've really got something in here to change it up a bit! Thank You to those who Review and Thank You to those who read! As for copyright purposes i do not own the Fabulous Killjoys or their world. I'm merely hiding from the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W units here.

Enjoy!

"You okay Wicked?" Grace asked, sitting next to me on my bed.

"Yeah, I had a crazy moment earlier," I smiled, looking up from the magazine in my hands.

"Why did you have a crazy moment?" She asked me.

"Well, remember when I told you about living in Canada a while ago? Well, when I was there I got really sick. Better Living wasn't the monochrome evil that it is now. I took some medicine that helped me, but not that much. I agreed to go through testing for a new drug and it cured me, but it rewired my brain," I explained.

"Why were you sick? What was wrong?" She innocently asked.

"I had cancer. There were ways to cure it before the bombs and helium wars, but the hospitals were over run and destroyed. When my friends and I were living in New York we heard about the wonderful BLI and their magical medicine. They did wonders in the beginning. Unfortunately the guy in charge was killed off and the drugs were then used for evil. They were a clean slate for the world," I finished trailing off.

"Did they have dracs back then?" Grace replied.

"Yes, but in Canada they didn't have masks. Battery City was the first place we came across the masks," I yawned, tossing the magazine to the side.

"So you aren't sick anymore?" Grace asked me.

"I shouldn't be," I answered.

"Good. I'm gonna go bother Fun Ghoul," she grinned, skipping out of our room.

I shifted my body so I was lying down. When I closed my eyes memories came back. Memories of Canada, the hospital, how sickly and weak I was. I tried hard to fight them back, most importantly the one of my brother crying because I would die and he'd be left alone.

Fun and Kobra sat outside, staring at Kobra's bike determining how exactly they were to repair it. Party and Jet were over by the trans-am, giving it a checkup. Grace skipped all the way through the diner to out front, dropping herself next to Fun.

"So how is our lovely Rose doing inside?" Fun asked her.

"I think she's sleeping now," Grace answered.

"Well, being crazy can wear you out," he laughed.

"What's cancer? I know it's being sick," Grace said to him, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Why do you ask?" Fun replied, shocked at her questioned.

"Did she just ask about cancer?" Party asked, him and Jet sitting down next to her.

"Wicked said she had cancer but was cured by better living before they became monsters. She said the drugs wired her to be crazy," Grace innocently explained.

Kobra took off. First he started walking down the road, his mind racing. After the diner began to grow smaller, he turned around and made his way straight for the door. Jet was in shock, mind blank trying to process what he had heard. Party was shadowing Kobra, keeping an eye on him while worry began to set in. Fun sat there, fiddling with a wrench in his hand.

"Grace, cancer is a really serious and dangerous thing. It's not easily cured and people now a days aren't even cured because it's too expensive and it's Better Living," he carefully told her.

"Oh," she replied, realizing the severity of it.

Kobra stormed past everyone and into the diner. Ignoring his brother, he made his way to Grace and my room. He stood in the door way and watched me, unaware that I was still awake. I could see him from the corner of my eye, leaning against the frame, worry etched into his face.

"You watching me like that is kinda creepy," I yawned, shifting so I could fully see him.

"Did you really have cancer?" Kobra asked me, not moving from his spot.

"I had a cancerous tumor in my brain," I answered.

"How come you never told me?" He inquired, moving to Grace's bed.

"You never asked," I cheekily responded, sitting up.

"But your cured right?" He said, expecting a certain answer.

"Yes, I am. But there is always a chance It could come back," I quietly replied, looking at my hands.

"Don't say that," he told me, switching over to my bed and pulling me close.

"I like to live in the moment and make a lot of really bad, fun decisions. That's how I chose to live my life," I said.

"You are crazy," he smiled, kissing the top of my head.

"I can explain the craziness. The drugs they gave me were experimental, I was already in stage three and on the verge of stage four; so I was desperate. I took them and they worked, but the part of my brain that the tumor was attached to was damaged. The medicine not necessarily fixed it, but more like healed it," I explained, fidgeting.

"That's alright. You have a few thorns, but you are alive and here with us," Kobra laughed.

"I am. You know what I want to do?" I said to him.

"Uh-oh, what?" He asked, afraid of the answer.

"I want to see this band called The Mad Gear and The Missile Kid play," I grinned.

"I'll go see what I can do about that. You get some rest," Mikey replied, standing up.

"Okay," I yawned, lying back down.

He walked out the door and sat at the counter.

"How is she?" Party asked, joining him.

"Amazing," he replied, staring at his hands.

"Then there is nothing to worry about," Party smiled, placing a hand on Kobra's back.

"She does want to see The Mad Gear and The Missile Kid play," Kobra replied, looking at Party.

"I'll talk to Dr. D and see if he can get a show set up," he said, standing up.

"I should go and check on my bike then, see if Fun has done anything to make it worse," Kobra smiled.

"Listen up dust devils, in a week's time at The Worst Place In The World, you're favorite, Mad Gear, will be rocking. Four credits to get in or a can of Power Pup, starts at eight, and short shorts are mandatory. Keep your ears open for the rest of the bands joining. Here's one of their sounds now," Dr. Death announced through the radio.

Out behind the diner, the dusty old radio sat on a chair next to where Fun Ghoul and Grace stood. In front of them were empty cans of Power Pup lined up on a large boulder.

"Are you guys really playing a show?" Grace asked Fun Ghoul.

"Hell yes! Now get over here, you need to practice," Fun grinned, handing Grace his ray gun.

"Who else is playing?" she asked.

"Black Spacesuits and Raygun Jones and some others. I don't know who else. Now, aim for those Power Pup cans. Take your time, today is about accuracy, we'll add speed later," he told her, pointing to the cans.

With one eye closed she aimed the ray gun for the can furthest to the left. She held it out in front of her and squeezed the trigger. The force threw her backwards, laughing.

"You okay?" Fun laughed, offering her his hand.

"I wanna keep going!" she exclaimed, standing in the same pose as before.

"You might want to put your other hand on it to help," he commented.

The blast from the ray gun left a mark on the boulder, just inches below her mark. Determined, she tilted the ray gun up a little and squeezed the trigger again. Her target flew off the rock and to the ground behind the large boulder. She grinned and aimed at the next can. A few shots later and it too joined the first on the desert floor. Twenty minutes later and Fun Ghoul had placed all of the cans back on the boulder.

"Round two. You have only one shot for each," Fun told her, standing by her side.

"I got this," Grace grinned, aiming at her first target.

"Hey Fun!" Jet called out, jogging towards him.

"What's up man?" He asked as the ping of a can sounded off in the distance.

"Dracs are in a frenzy. We're going to take some of them out since they are acting a bit rogue," Jet explained as a second ping was heard.

"Grace, grab the cans and throw them inside. It's time for some real world practice," Fun told the girl.

"You are sure this is the girl you saw earlier?" An Asian woman asked a drac.

"Yes mam," he replied.

"Thank you," she said, turning down the hall.

The clacking sound of her heels echoed through the halls. She wound her way through the endless hallways until she stopped at the door leading to her office. Throwing it open, she quickly made her way to her desk and punched a short number into the phone. After a few seconds of beeping, it stopped and air could be heard.

"I need the health files on a Mallory Reynolds and I need them five minutes ago," she said.

Quickly she jabbed the end button and reached for the remote on her desk. She picked it up flicked the metal toggle up awakening Korse. As the chemicals in his chamber dispersed, his eyes opened and his head shot up. He stepped out of his chamber and to the hallway way he met her, a white file in her hands.

"She's back. Take this with you. She should be alone. Just have a drac take a blood sample and a ct scan. Nothing more," She told him.

"Yes mam," he replied, taking the file in his hands.

"You can finish your treatments later," she informed him, walking away.