A/N: This chapter goes out to FalconWolf3 (I got it right this time yeah?) for making me see that no matter what anyone say's I shouldn't stop doing what I do best, my writing.

To Laily I swear the next part of Changes is on it's way… as soon as I get what is missing from it!

To Lyza you just never know what happened in these things!

To ReganX yes, it was mean for Adam to take Shal's bike away, but he had to teach her a lesson somehow. And what better way then to take away what she likes the most, (aside from her bud).

CHAPTER 6:

SAME DAY, TIME, ACROSS TOWN…

"Some people actually think sleep is important." he said as he leaned onto the entrance of the brightly lit room. This was probably the only room in the whole building that had the roof access and she had to be the one to sleep in it. As cautious as she was he never understood why she slept where people could easily get in. Than again she had her own kind of protection. Being electrical and all did have it's advantages. Still he didn't like the idea of her sleeping in this room, no matter how much power she had. He winced as he watched her try and pull on the black v-neck shirt with a bit of a struggle, if one were to look closer you could see tiny very light surgical scars on the small of her back. They had faded through out the years but the memories were still there. Vince knew more than anyone what kind of memories those had been, and he wanted nothing but to make those go away. He walked up behind her and helped her tug the shirt downward. "Sleep is highly overrated." she said falling back on the bed glaring up at the ceiling.

"Maybe… you shouldn't race…. Abby might…"

Gage turned over onto her stomach her brown eyes glaring up at him. A finger aimed right at him the tips which had already begun to throw off sparks, Vince backed off with his own hands up. "Hey, hey no fair using your powers on the unarmed."

"I'm doing this and there is nothing anyone can say or do to change my mind." A crash came from the floor below them. "That better not be anything contradicting."

~*~

Sanctuary

"Shal, all I'm saying is that maybe you and Jess should rethink this." Brennan's voice could be heard from down the hall. You could actually hear him further than that but that wasn't the point really. Jesse was at the top of the walkway looking down at the two with a smirk on his face. He knew Brennan wouldn't take to well to being left behind while the two most important people in his life were roaming the nights street racing becoming potential targets for some one who was picking off unsuspecting mutants. Jesse got up from his spot and quietly as possible made his way to his room, and sat in front of his computer terminal. He sifted threw his files until he pulled up pictures that were at least ten years old. What Brennan hadn't known or believed (up until this morning during a search) was that both him and Shal had raced every night for two and a half years. Shal had earned a rep for being the little speed demon and no one had dared messed with him, the two had had a few racer friends back then as well.

He smiled looking at the first picture. A spunky energetic girl who's short dark hair that Jesse remembered had always been blue and purple, the contacts made her green eyes china blue her name was Lane, the guy that had an arm slung around her waist and stood a foot taller than her had been Lane's crazy ass boyfriend Lynx who purposely kept changing his look so that the cops could never identify him. In the picture Lynx's hair was set in a crew cut with bits of red here and there, contacts that made his natural gray eyes a shiny marble like purple. Beside Lynx was a petite woman who's blond hair was wild and loose, he smiled taking in the vision of a near 17 year old Shalimar dressed in what could only be described as black leather pants with rips on the side more than half way of her thighs, where Lane had worn an off the shoulder purple top, Shalimar had worn a black top that looked like it had been made of silver duck tape crisscrossing her front side. He remembered that night he nearly had a heart attack when she tried to dress him in matching leather pants, he drew the line at that not even bothering to ask where she had come up with such an idea let alone outfit. Jesse shook his head remembering the trouble they had gone through just so he could race…

"You could have saved me back there you know." her voice which had a slight playful tone to it was close enough to scare even the high stressed person out of there wits, this time Jesse had actually felt her walk into the room. They had been living together since they were in there early teens and had gotten use to her walking in on him. "I figured you could handle a guy like Brennan by yourself." he replied nonchalant. "Oh yeah…" she retorted messing his hair up so that it was now every which way but up. "Hey."

"Oh my god." the feral let out a laugh when she got good look at the screen. "I can't believe you still have those!"

"And give up my only way of black mail, no way"

"Yeah ok… God Lane Alicia, and Lynx Addison."

"You think that was his real name?"

"How the hell should I know." She took a seat on the edge of the man's bed crossing her feet underneath her. Playing with the edge of the small pillow "So… you gonna tell me what's wrong or am I gonna have to weasel it out of yah." Jesse had moved the chair so now he was sitting directly in front of her. "Nothing's wrong."

"Yeah, and I'm not the tech person around here, come on Shal we've known each other since we were practically kids."

"I'm scared for her Jess, she's sixteen years old and she's out there somewhere alone and…"

"Hey, she's a tough a kid, and wherever she is I'm sure she's givin' whoever it is major hell."

This caused a smile on the feral's face as she remembered her little cousin's temper. "She's still just a kid." Jesse sat beside her pulling her into a warm embrace, planting a kiss into her hair. "Will get her back. I promise."

~*~

OUT SIDE OF TOWN~SOUTHERN BOULEVARD ROAD…

The Ninja 600 was wheeled out onto the middle of the black top that stretched out for miles on end. It's rider wore black leather pants with blue flames racing up to mid thigh, black leather jacket zipped up tight, black ankle boots snapped shut. Legs swung over the side of the cycle straddling the sit, fingers flexing, waiting. Not a few minutes later a Black Honda 2ooo pulls up be side the rider. The rider in leather signals to the one in the car starting the beginning of the race. Both vehicles takes of in a speed of light literally, burning the top leaving trails of blue flames behind. Both riders match for match flying as if to catch the sun before it dips marking the day to evening.

The side of the road blurred as their only goal began getting closer, as the end came near we see a third party dressed in a long dark coat, reaching into one of the deep pockets. The riders pass the line in the road, and come to a stop no more than ten feet away.

The one on the ninja removes the black helmet revealing shoulder length blond, brown eyes.

The Honda rider is still no seen, the third party walks up to both. "Well, where's my money?"

The third party reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tazer like weapon, the dark haired woman reacts on instinct kicking the weapon out of his hands and sweeping him off his feet so that he landed on his back, picking up the weapon she aims it at the man. "Big mistake."

We hear the cocking of another trigger, apparently the Honda rider is in on it as well. The barrel of a 45. Is pressed against the back of her neck where we can barely see the marking of bold numbers and the symbol of flames. "Your life for information, Kelly."

"What sort of information?" she asked not really intending to give anything over just yet.

He pulls out a picture of a dark haired woman with brown eyes. "She goes by the name Gage."

Kelly looks at the picture then back at the man with the gun…