A/N: As much as this pisses me off - it needs to be done. Sorry for the COMPLETELY late chapter - but I can't just leave you all out to dry - can I? This may very well not be as good as the first time I wrote it - but I'mma try my best to complete it as soon and as good as possible - sticking to all the main points of the original one - ...not that you'd know..I did see gleaming the cube by the way. And let me just say...it is now my...MOST FAVORITE show ever. Oh I loved it. Christian Slater...wow - he is like - the hottest actor in a single movie I have ever EVER seen. It was just great. cough but...on to the story now...The chapter's a little different than the original one - but I've realized that I like this one more. Sorry it has taken me forever to update - unfortuantely, I'm only 15 - which means I'm under my parents' mercy - they tend to think that computers are all I need to function properly - so every time I do ANYTHING wrong - they take it away. But old ppl always fall asleep first.

Disposable Heroes

Build my fear of what's out there

and cannot breathe the open air

whisper things into my brain

assuring me that I'm insane

they think our heads are in their hands

but violent use brings violent plans

keep him tied, it makes him well

he's getting better - can't you tell?

No more can they keep us in

listen, damn it, we will win

they see it right, they see it well

but they think this saves us from our hell

Billie slouched in one of those old uncomfortable hospital chairs - her feet propped up on Freddy's hospital bed - unconsciously watching reruns of Cheers on his hospital tv - as he snored quietly - like most guys do. She quietly recited a line from an odd episode - at the same time as the character did. And even though she'd seen this episode hundreds of times before - she still laughed along with the fake crowd on the screen.

Billie had begun to notice that she'd been awfully crabby since she heard about her mother's death - and even though she hated it - she could't possibly prevent nor stop it. So - her conclusion was - just stay away from as many people as possible at all times and at all costs. But she couldn't really bring herself to stay away from Freddy - he had a fractured lung for Christ's sake! Plus he'd been sleeping an awful lot lately - so when there's no talking involved it wasn't as difficult to not talk.

She hadn't really thought much about her mother's funeral - ignoring all the phone calls from that funeral place - refusing to remember what should not have been - and refusing to leave the confines of public places in fear of her father - she hadn't really been able to act the same as Freddy and her friends knew her to be. Not only this but her appearance had all of a sudden turned dark and depressive - she had an old friend dye her hair a few different colors. That fake kind of robbon's egg blue - that hot pink color. Maroon, neon green - her hair must've been the most happy thing about her - even if the Mooneyham's hated her for it. She also had the same friend give her a few piercings that she hadn't been able to get - just to humor her mother. A nose stud, an eyebrow ringlet. She had also gotten the top of her right eye pierced with a stud - and even though her friend pierced the bottom of both ears she only were one earing on the left ear - a chain length sort of earing - a thin chain with a thin skull at the bottom. It was quite a new look for the pessimistic person.

The only thing about Billie that hadn't really changed was her shoes. She still were the traditional black and white converse all stars high tops (or mid tops?). But that was it. She had also basically swore off eating - loosing weight in the blink of an eye. Despite the Mooneyhams' efforts - they also began to notice that Billie rarely went to school. Something just HAD to change. SOON.

The only person that Billie could actually talk to - respectfully - actually turned out to be Freddy. She had long since scared away Zack and Marta - and basically the rest of the band. But Katie still greeted her the same as she had always greeted her - even after Billie had drastically altered her apparence. Katie had lost her parents recently in a fire at the work that they had always shared - she had also gone through that whole withdrawn case. But she was better now - and it was gonna be the same thing for Billie. But Billie was different. Katie knew that Billie was more drastic than she had ever been - she knew that Billie was able to do more hurtful things to herself and many others.

Billie shook her head hard - stopping quickly soon after to ward off the oncoming dizzyness. Cheers ended - so Billie snatched up the remote control and started flipping through the channels again. "Teen titans should be on," came a male murmur. Billie snapped her head away from the tv set to stare evenly at Freddy. "If..you wanna watch it - that is."

Billie changed the channel to cartoon network. She shrugged. "Hey man - this ain't my crib."

"Are you calling me a baby?" Freddy asked slowly - trying to lighten up the tension that had fallen between the two over the past few days. Billie laughed quietly - something that she hadn't done in a while. Freddy grined at her grin - knowing that he had put it there. "So...what's up?"

"Marta and Zack have been fighting a lot lately..." Billie murmured quietly. "And I don't mean how me and Summer fight," she added. "I mean - Marta technically attempted murder him each time they see each other. It's hard to believe they were ever dating."

Freddy nodded - as if he weren't surprised. "Yup...the world falls apart without me there. It's sad. And a little pathetic."

"Not everybody has fallen apart," Billie snapped quietly.

Freddy raised an eyebrow. "You call yourself together? Look at yourself!"

Billie looked down at the black oversized pants and her thin Metallica shirt. She could also notice her black fingernails. She didn't hate fingernail polish - in her opinion the polish helped her not bite her nails - and indeed they were considerably longer. Her thin yet tan arms were visible in her vision as well - as were her traditional shoes. She looked back up at Freddy. "What's your point? I have a personality..."

Freddy shook his head. "You mean you used to have a personality."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Billie snapped.

"You've changed, Billie," Freddy replied - sadly (awww...). "You're nothing like you were before -"

"Hence the statement - 'you've changed'," Billie interrupted.

Freddy was quiet for a moment. "I don't think I like the change."

Billie nodded. "Of course you don't. Change is what you fear the most. You've always grown up with this set personality - and set reputation - but now that it has all changed for - you fear what change could be brought to everyone alround you."

Freddy's eyes narrowed. "I don't fear change," he snapped in a dark voice.

Billie shook her head. "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt anymore, bud."

"I'm not in denial!" Freddy shouted angrily.

"See - right there - you're so far in denial you don't even know it!" Billie shouted back - not all that angry.

"Billie...this isn't funny," Freddy commented quietly. "We're falling apart and -"

"You're not liking it," Billie interrupted. "I've noticed that, Frederick. But as humans - we naturally have drifted apart - it's only part of the human process - it's natural. It was inevitable."

"Quit talking like that!" Freddy shouted again.

Billie looked evenly at Freddy. "Sorry - that seems to be the only part of myself that remains - do you wish me to change it? Just for you, buddy?"

Freddy blinked. "No...no I don't...but you've already changed everything else about you for a man who used to beat you!"

"As did you, Freddy. As I recall you're not all that much like yourself anymore," Billie retorted.

"But I..."

"Changed for the better?" Billie interrupted for the third time. "Who's you to say which of us is better? You've become an uptight, sensitive puss!" Billie nearly shouted. "Just because I've altered my appearances and attitude just a tad doesn't mean I'm different. I'm free now, Freddy - while your peers still weigh you down as gravity should."

"What the hell!" Freddy roared.

Billie shrugged. "We are now opposites, Frederick - you are becoming just the kind of guy you've ALWAYS opposed." She pulled on her fingerless skate gloves and jumped to her feet. "You've changed. And I don't think I like that change." She snatched up her 80's Metallica jacket (it was her mother's) and kicked up her board - gripping it by it's front two wheels. "Perhaps Katie will." Billie headed for the door.

"When did you learn to skate?" Freddy asked - completely off topic.

"When I was six," Billie replied. "Mom taught me - before he started his whole charade. She taught me everything she knew..."

"Why didn't you ever skate before?" Freddy asked quietly.

"She abandoned me, Freddy," Billie pointed out. "Would you really skate if your mentor abandoned you?" He shook his head solemnly. "I need transportation now. I wasn't aware how much I'd miss the board."

Freddy nodded. "Don't leave," he murmured. Billie narrowed her eyes. "Don't walk out on me..."

"Why not?" She asked seriously.

"She walked out on you, Billie," he pointed out. "You know how that feels - do you really hate me that much?"

Billie stared at Freddy for a long time. "No," she eventually answered. "Not that much." Billie walked back over to Freddy and dropped down heavily in the chair. "Sorry I've been such a bitch lately."

Freddy shrugged. "It's not your fault - chicks, man - they're all hormonal shit and -"

"Freddy!"

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"Heavy Metal?" Freddy named off.

"Metallica," Billie stated firmly - without a moment's hesitation. They had been playing the same game for the last two hours - one person would name a subject or thing - and the other would HAVE to reply with an answer. Sure, it wasn't the most original - but it wasn't exactly boring. "Summer Hathaway?" Billie asked randomly.

"Controlling!" Freddy named off loudly. Billie gave him a look. He already knew that she wanted to know his opinion on her - not the obvious shit. Freddy sighed loudly. "Alright...Well, lets see, known her since kindergarten...believe it or not - she's not the worst manager. She's actually kind of understanding - to some people. Katie's like her best friend I guess - and she tells me an awful lot of shit that I really...don't care about - but she actually gives an awful lot of support for her reason...of course I can't tell her that but...y'know..."

Summer figured this as good a time as any to interrupt. She knocked loudly on the already open door. Freddy and Billie both looked toward the door. "Hey, Summer," Freddy greeted quietly. Summer waved uncomfortably. "Well...come in at least."

She walked in slowly, stopping inches from the bed. "I just came...to check on you..."

Freddy's expression eased up on her a little bit, slowly turning into a grin. "Why? Because you were worried? Because you like me? Because you LOVE me! Aw Summer! Come give me a great big hug..."

Summer gave him a disgusted look. "No way!"

"I personally would like to initiate a group hug," a deep voice broke in. Billie and Summer exchanged looks before eyeing Freddy - who had frozen completely. The two girls turned toward the door - to see none other than - Axle Jones. Dun Dun dunnnnn!

"What are you doing here?" Freddy finally asked in a cold voice.

"I uh..." Axle walked further into the room. "I heard 'bout what happened. You're my son...son, I had to check up on you." Axle hovered between Billie and Summer, making them both tense. "How've you been, kiddo?"

Freddy's eyes narrowed, yet his thin face paled. "Cut the crap, Axle, I dunno why you're here, but I know it's not this caring shit you're copping. What the hell are you here for?"

Axle nodded solemnly. "I always knew my kid would take after me -"

"I act nothing like you," Freddy cut in.

"I'm here for custody, jr. I'm here for you," Axle answered shortly - in a taunting voice.

Freddy was quiet for a moment before, "No fucking way."

"This isn't your choice kid," Axle argued. "Now...The cops may not know that you instigated the fight - but I know this was your doing. But your achievements were all in vain - while getting rid of Josh - You've just proved your own mother to be an unfit parent."

Freddy shook his head. "You're worst than her..."

"They can't possibly know that, Freddy," Axle pointed out. "And I know you don't believe that. I never would've allowed this to happen to you."

"The hell you would! You'd be the one committing this to me!" Freddy shouted, straightening up in his bed. Billie and Summer were near invisible but still they tried to force their way in.

"Guys...this isn't -" Summer began.

Axle rounded on her. "Shut up," he interrupted rudely.

Freddy was on his feet. "Hey, man," he barked, advancing on his only real father. "Don't talk to her like that -"

"Oh...this is...this is your - your girl?" Axle eyed Summer invitingly this time. "My word, boy - you didn't do too bad for yourself..."

"Stop it," Freddy ground out. "Stop doing this..."

"Whats the matter, boy?" Axle took a step closer to Freddy, who lurched back in return. "Didn't you miss me?"

Freddy shook his head hard. "No...no, I didn't..."

"Don't lie," Axle growled. "I know you missed me. I know you want nothing more than a warm hug from me..."

"Leave him alone," Billie finally broke in.

Axle eyed Billie. "And who is this fine female I do not recognize?"

"That's Billie Rebelle, she lives with Zack now," Freddy answered quietly. He still knew what would happen if he refused to answer.

"Why?" Axle pushed.

"Because her father killed her mother," Freddy answered again.

Axle nodded. "Oh. So killing you mom is out of the picture..."

"This isn't funny," Freddy stated firmly.

Axle ran a hand through Freddy's hair. "Oh c'mon, boy, as I recall - you were always the one telling inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times. You act like an expert on seriousness now. Guess your mom really did whip you into shape..."

"She didn't," Freddy drawled. "She didn't do anything..."

"You and I both know that I rubbed off onto your mother, boy," Axle stated firmly. "She never hesitated to smack you around when she felt the need. Or anger."

Freddy shook his head. "Shut up," he ordered quietly.

"You're acting like the game is over now that that sickfuck Josh has gone off and killed himself. You are sadly mistaken, fore the game has just begun."

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again, I apologize for the delay - please review.

21 jump street - second season - March 8