Yes! A new chapter! Thanks Scarlet-Moonlight for reviewing. It's inspiring sigh. And I will stop this immediately. As I don't sigh. At least not in this sort of situation.

I don't own Cybersix, yatta yatta yatta repetion of what everyone else says here,

And now....

ON TO THE FIC! Applause sign flashes

Cybersix hung up the phone. Looks like tomorrow's going to be a busy day. She thought as she sat down on her bed and sighed. What will it be like now that I'm... now that I don't have to hide? Cybersix wondered, when Data 7 walked in from the kitchen.

"Hey Cybersix, do we have any watermelon?" He asked, a quizzical look on his face.

"Data 7, we've never had watermelon. Why are you so hungry lately? Are you pregnant?" At this, Cybersix burst into giggles. Poor Data 7 had no idea what she was talking about.

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Lucas looked out his window. He was a wreck, but he wouldn't let this ruin his life. No, he had to move on. After all, Cybersix was never human. But still... Cybersix... He couldn't get his mind off her. But he needed to. Grabbing his coat from where he threw it the night before, Lucas left his apartment, glad that his lessons would take his mind off her for at least a little while.

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Cybersix was hit with an intense feeling of deja-vu while walking down the hallway. She really wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings, or the small man that was speaking to her. It didn't matter, really. She had heard it all before. What she was really worried about was what she was going to say. Will she recognize me? Cybersix thought. It wouldn't be quite the same if she didn't act the way she used to.

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Lucas walked into the teacher's lounge, looking around for anyone he didn't recognise. Looking for the person who took Cybersix's job. His eyes made a sweep of the room, Legs... when he saw a very attractive pair of legs that he didn't recognise. They started at the feet, feet wearing white heeled sandals. Then they were bare, and continued that way until just a little above the knee, where he saw a yellow dress. He followed the dress upward and saw... A book. Well, at least I know who the new Lit teacher is. Lucas straightened his loose tie and went introduce himself.

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Cybersix was absolutely immersed in her book. She was comfortable, too, with her feet on the table. The only problem was this dress... it was a little too short for Cybersix's liking. She was just about to reach down and adjust her skirt yet again when she heard familiar footsteps. She thought they may be headed her way.

"Uh... hello. I'm Lucas Amado, biology department. You must be the new literature teacher." She heard an all-too-familiar voice say. She lowered her book a little, just to look over the top of it. Seeing that it was Lucas, and that he was talking to her, Cybersix put her book down on the table and stood up, shaking Lucas' hand.

"Hello. Yes, I am the new literature teacher. Cynthia Riley. Nice to meet you, Lucas." Cybersix smiled, amused at the look on Lucas' face.

"Cy... Cybersix?" Lucas whispered dimly. He had no idea that this could get Cybersix in trouble, and was just astonished that she was standing there, right in front of him. Or, he thought it was her.

"Quiet Lucas! All the teachers think I'm just Cynthia Riley. They haven't made any sort of connection to Adrian. As to Cybersix, I don't even think they know about her. So be quiet!" She hissed at Lucas. Honestly, sometimes he could just be so... stupid was the only word for it. And yet.

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Data 7 looked. He had poked his nose into this corner and that hole and that nook and this cranny of the apartment for the last two hours, and he still couldn't find any food. He had even resorted to looking under the bed! But he couldn't find anything. Not even a crumb. And it isn't like he could open the fridge. He would need thumbs for that. Food... so hungry... need food! Was the only thought in Data 7's mind as he jumped out the window. Maybe Julian had some food.

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