Authors note: This is a one shot biased off one of my comments that Hawk and Weird could take over the world if they wanted to. Please bear in mind that this happens several years after the Freed and is more or less AU.

Weirdness

I vaulted over the low wall and landed hard on my tailbone in an inch of ice cold water, ducking down as torch beams swung over my head. That had been too close. What had ever possessed me to try and break into a Government facility? I flipped open my palm top and quietly slipped through the system back door I'd left during my visit, it would be gone by the morning, but until then I could access the satellite grid which I think is something haven't done for about four years. They got locked down pretty tightly since…

Well, since everything went, Weird.

A satellite uplink told me that our truck was safely speeding away through the night. I should have been on that truck, but the guards had been more than a little annoyed by our rescue attempt and heroism is a hard habit to break. Especially since not one of the prisoners we'd freed was counting their age in double figures.

The Lab had been more humane. And trust me on this; one upping them is nothing to be proud of. At least the kids were safe now.

"Hi Hawk," Weird said, appearing like a ghost next to me and I nearly jumped out of my skin, yelling in surprise, tearing my pistol out of its holster and pointing it right in her face.

"Cute," she said as I pulled the trigger and the gun completely failed to go off. "Futile. But cute."

It's somehow disturbing to hear a thirteen year old call you cute. It's even more disturbing to have a thirteen year old call you cute when you know full well that she was responsible for destroying most of Washington. The gun turned to dust in my hands and I desperately began running simulations to either kill her, or get the hell out of there.

My power cut out suddenly and I saw Weird's eyes flash. She'd long ago stopped needing to do that so that was probably just to show off.

"Stony as ever Hawk?" she asked with a sigh.

"Why not just read my mind?" I shot back bitterly, noticing that Weird wasn't actually getting wet, even though she was squatting in the water next to me.

"You know I can't do that," she replied sighing.

"Can any of your little experiments yet?"

"A few," she admitted. "There not very good. Too bad someone erased Angel's code."

"Too bad someone erased Angel," I snapped, whipping a dagger out of my sleeve and had it vanish clear from my hand. Weird didn't miss a step.

"It was necessary," she said with another shrug. "If you guys just saw things logically it wouldn't have been a problem."

"Don't talk to me about logic," I snarled. "I think with computers."

"And where has your supposedly immutable logic got you?" Weird asked with pity in her voice. "Your rebellion's over. The only one left is you, and that insane tiger, and neither of you have done anything worth applauding in months. Heck this one was so sloppy that I knew it was you from just the camera work. Are my security patches getting to you?"

"It worked didn't it?" I shot back, reaching for the other knife in my boot that turned out simply not to be there.

"Road block two miles up," she explained off-handedly and I resisted the urge to swear. "And you really shouldn't move people so soon after they are recoded."

"Like you care," I snapped angrily. "You're the one who kidnapped them for your sick experiments."

"Requisitioned," she corrected.

"Kidnapped!" I roared. "Don't dance around with words like you always do. It's not an 'enlightened leadership' it's a 'dictatorship', your not 'helping humanity' you're messing around with their genes for your own agenda and the others did not die because of the Lab. You killed them!"

"Lab created me. I killed them. Lab's fault," she countered with another shrug "Besides I've already told you I didn't mean it."

I resisted the urge to pick her up and shake her - it would probably end with my arms being blasted off. "They're dead," I said in a monotone. "You could at least apologise."

"I have," she said levelly. "You won't get over it. My offer still stands you know. You are incredibly gifted; you could easily be my second in command."

"The hell I could," I snapped. "Why not just kill me now and get it over with?"

"I don't want to?" she admitted. "Partly, because I know you have got at least something planned if you do actually die, and people need technology, but mostly because I know you. You're misguided, but not a bad person."

"I used to think that about you," I said, sighing. "I was wrong."

"That's sweet," she said patting my shoulder and I suddenly dumped a lightning bolt into her, leaping to my feet and fighting the scream in my brain and the twitches that came from sitting in the same river as the person I just electrocuted.

I tore my wings open and was away before anyone even realised what was happening, dodging pot shots from the guards and not stopping until day break.

It wasn't for another day or so that I found a business card slipped into my jacket pocket. I tore it up without reading it.

I hate that girl.