A.N. Heh, sorry its so short, but I'm working on college things, other fanfic things, and even taking a stab at an original story, which I haven't posted yet. Hope this chap give some more insight into Sasha and Jack's frie- er, partner-ship.
Technical Support: Chapter 2
You know, its times like this that Jack wondered about the consequences of befriending a person as volatile as Sasha. Then again, he also sometimes wondered about Wu Ya, but that's a different story. As it was, Jack Spicer, evil boy genius was being dragged back to the conjoined labs that was his and Sasha's home by the back of his evil goth trench coat.
"I was the one who befriended you, Jack, not the other way around."
Still puzzling to himself, Jack replied. "Yeah, what with you busting down that wall between our labs, but - HEY! How did you know I was thinking that? I didn't say it out loud!"
The white face of the boy genius arched up to look at the girl in control. He saw the quirked little grin and knew she was going to do something. He was right. Nanoseconds later, Jack felt the weightlessness of free-fall as the blonde let go of him in midair. Only the genius that was Jack had the reaction time to activate his own helipak before he went splat!
The weird thing, though, was that he didn't call her on it. With his high powered brain, Jack Spicer realized that his fellow intellectual equal knew that he would know what she was going to do, and he knew that she knew that he was capable of not going splat. In a really odd twist, Jack was appreciative that she respected him enough to pull a stunt like that. Jack was sure that anyone else would look askance at the dizzying turns of logic, but that was only to be expected. After all, they were the premier geniuses on this continent. And they lived next door.
The flying teens came within sight of their family estates and hovered for a bit to converse.
Sasha gave him a bit of the evil eye to ensure he wouldn't go running off. "I'll see you down below in fifteen after I 'greet' my parents. After our little talk, they'll be fed up with me so much they won't come looking for about three days. Make sure you're there with your talking head or else things will get...sticky."
And with that flesh shuddering threat, the blonde on the jetpak swooped down to the front door of her house and entered with a muted click of the door, leaving Jack in midair.
Wu Ya took this opportunity to harangue, I mean question her minion. "THAT insufferable creature is your babyhood friend! She thinks that a mere threat of stickyness will be enough to coerce me, a Heylin witch to comply with her demands!"
"Jeez, ghost hag, just chill. Sash is a completely 'different' kind of person. If she wasn't neutral, I bet we'd all be bowing down before her as the ruler of the world. And the weird thing is, I don't exactly mean she'd have to turn evil to do it too."
"Ha! That impudent snot?"
Jack just sighed and made his own swoop to his house. With practically non-existent parents who were always out of town on business, the red-head had the run of the house, but preferred his underground lab. That, at least was his own. As it was, he didn't know which was more pathetic, his parents who loved him but were never home, or Sasha's who were always home and seemed to hate her guts.