Hi there, well i dont really have much to say so im just gonna get to the story. Enjoy.

The air was filled with mouth watering scents as Brooke dragged her feet across the hallway's floor and made her way into the kitchen. It was a large kitchen, but would give the person walking in the other opinion due to the island located right in the middle of it. It was set up pretty basically, all the appliances on one side, and the counters on the other. Above every appliance (except for the fridge) were cabinets for easy access.

Standing in front of the stove with an apron on was Caliph. He had a spatula in one hand and was holding onto a pan with the other. He turned and saw Brooke standing there and slightly frowned.

"Could you at least have taken a shower for our birthday breakfast?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, setting the spatula down in the pan.

He folded his arms as he looked at her dressed in her black robe and slippers, but his eyes lingered over her hair, full of fly aways.

"You wanted me in and out of the shower in ten minutes?" She scoffed walking over to the fridge and pulling the door open. "Sorry that my hygene is just a little better than that." She pulled out a carton of orange juice and twisted the cap off.

"The whole point of a shower is haste," He said, walking over to her and taking the carton and cap out of her hand. "You could have if you wanted to." He put the cap back on and stuck it in the fridge.

Brooke walked over to a bar stool in front of the island and sat down, shrugging her shoulders.

"So I didnt want to," She said, playing with a strand of her unkempt hair. Caliph rolled his eyes and turned back to the pan. "I dont think you should be cooking in all white." she said staring at the back of his head, "What are you making anyway."

Caliph looked over his shoulder for a brief second before turning back to the food.

"Just an omlet," he said, "You know thats all I can make."

"My brain doesnt work until after eleven," Brooke responded a little bitterly.

"Eleven did you say?" Caliph said, taking his hand off the pan to scrath his head.

"Dont even." Brooke said, nipping the joke she felt coming on, "I'm still grumpy and I will act upon it."

He held both his hands up in surrender and resumed his cooking. Brooke narrowed her eyes for a second as something dawned on her.

"Where are mom and dad?" She asked the back of his head.

"They had an assignment last night," he answered, "They left pretty late, you had already gone to sleep." he reached into the cabinet above his head and pulled out two plates. "They werent really specific on the details, but then again, they never are."

Brooke nodded her head slightly and looked over at the food.

"Just think, we get our first mission today," She said daydreaming into the eggs as he served them onto the plates.

"Oh, now you're excited," he said setting down two plates of food on the island and taking up a seat opposite Brooke. He stared at the plates for a second. "Forks." he muttered and was about to stand up to get them when Brooke stopped him.

"Please," she said placing a hand on her chest, "Allow me."

Caliph sat back down with a surpised look on his face.

"Thats so unlike you," he said, "Offering to help, and at the expense of your own comfort."

"Ouch," she said staring at him, then turned around and held her hand out. Both her hand and the cabinet lit up with white, and as it slid out, two forks came floated up and towards them. One landing in his plate, and one on hers, she closed the cabinet and turned back around.

"Thats the Brooke I know," he said picking up the fork to eat.

"Yea yea yea," Brooke said grabbing her own fork.

Just as he was about to lift the food to his mouth, they both heard a loud bang coming from the living room. They both looked up at each other, then out towards the hall.

"What was that?" Brooke asked with raised eyebrows.

"Only one way to find out," Caliph said, throwing down his fork and running out into the hall. Brooke soon followed.

-More Caliph. Hmph.-

Brooke groaned as she put her hand to her head. It was throbbing horribly and she felt hung over. On top of that her stomach was unbelievably sore. What had happened?

She was laying on something soft which she figured to be a bed. Her eyes fluttered as they struggled to stay open. From what she could tell, she was in her room...but how'd she get here? And suddenly it all came rushing back. The fight! She had lost...Chase...said something...magic. Her head was about to explode, she quickly sat up but then fell right back down again. Why was she in so much pain.

"I'm glad you're awake," Came a familiar voice from somewhere on her right.

Brooke opened her eyes to see Chase hovering over her and huge rush of anger ran through her.

"You," she growled, trying to sit up, but once again failing, "what did you do to me?"

Chase closed his eyes.

"I'm afraid I might have overdone it with those last two blows," he said placing his hands in thier usual position, behind his back.

"Maybe?" Brooke asked, then suddenly she started coughing violently. She covered her mouth until the coughing subsided and was shocked with what she saw when she pulled her hand away. "Blood?" she muttered to herself, and then looked up at Chase, "I'm bleeding!"

"Only on the inside." Chase shrugged, opening his eyes again. "Please keep in mind that you were the one who requested the fight in the first place."

Brooke shook her head. She was liking this guy less, and less with each passing minute.

"How long was I out?" She asked, slowly sitting up.

"Only a few hours." Chase said, watching her as she eased into relaxation against the headboard. "You have impressive stamina."

"I'm gone." she said jumping out of the bed, and instantly falling to her knees.

"I'm sorry, you're what?" Chase teased.

"I know I owe you a favor," Brooke began, "But that doesnt mean I have to stay here. Look me up when you need it." She tried to stand, but ended up bent over and clutching her stomach.

"I must insist that you stay." Chase said walking around the bed towards Brooke. "You're in no condition to go anywhere." He bent down to help her but she only waved him away.

"I can't stand you." She said, "Your smug attitude, it's just annoying."

Chase smirked, but remained kneeled at her side.

"It's not my attitude that bothers you," he said, "It's the fact that I'm always right. If my attitude was the same, but I had nothing to back up what I said, you would laugh at me, but the fact that I can makes you angry...kind of like now."

Damn him. He's right again.

"Pride can be a dangerous thing Brooke," Chase said taking one of her hands and helping her back onto the bed, "remember that."

You're one to talk. Brooke thought idly as she sat down on the bed. She was staring at the floor when she felt a mass drop beside her. She looked over and saw Chase there.

"I have no intention as keeping you prisoner," He said to the floor. "But before you go, you should be rested." He turned to her and smiled, however slight it was.

Brooke did her best to stop the blush from creeping up her cheeks, so she just nodded.

Was he actually...concerned about her?

He nodded and stood up to leave.

"Rest well." He said, and left without another word as Brooke just stared after him. He closed the door behind him, leaving Brooke bewildered at how she could go from hating the guy, to blushing because of him in less than five minutes.

Men.

Chase's P.O.V.

As he closed the door, an evil smile found it's way to his lips. His plan was working perfectly, she would stay as long as she thought that he was concerned for her. If she knew that he planned to exploit her powers, God knows how soon she would leave. Phase one of his plan was complete, now, he just needed someway to lure the young monks to his lair.

Chase pondered this as he began towards his throne room. His reign over the earth would soon begin again, if all went well.

Devious plans obviously, now from this point out i'm juggling two story lines, Brooke's and Chase's. Bear with me if things become a little...vague shall we say. Please review.