A/N: Hello. Nark. That's all. I'm having kind of a slow day, and can't really think of anything to talk about up here.
Many thanks to Pink-Libra-Girl for reviewing the last chapter. I'm really glad you liked it! As I said, I really wasn't personally happy with how it turned out. Not really sure why. Sometimes, though, you just have this gut reaction that says, "Heck, yes, that's perfect, and exactly what I'm trying to say," and I didn't get that with the last one. No matter, though. I really appreciated the review- it let me know people are still reading and enjoying this story, even after 38 chapters. :)
Episode: Twas the Mission Before Christmas
Rating: K+, for angst themes
Warnings: The aforementioned angst
Inspiration: It bothered me how petty Chase was being with Davenport's scientist. I decided part of it was the fact that his siblings weren't disagreeing, or anything, even encouraging the other guy. It sucks when you feel like you're being attacked, and your siblings don't defend you. The other part, though, is when Chase isn't smart, or not smart enough, bad things happen, and I figured that knowledge is so ingrained into his personality and thought process, he had to challenge Dr. What's-His-Face's statement.
Be the reason someone smiles today. :)
"Nobody's perfect."
But I'm supposed to be. When I make mistakes, my family is endangered. For my mistakes, people die. I am a bionic hero. I am the mission leader, the strategist, the smart one. You tell me no one can be perfect, but I have to be.
I bet, if you knew what I went through on a daily basis, you wouldn't be laughing and joking. But you don't; how could you? You may know about me, but you don't know me. I'm a hero, here to carry the burdens the world can't.
I have to be perfect, or die trying.