Fang: Before anyone says anything I am very unhappy with this chapter, it ended up being mostly filler to get people to where they need to go. The next chapter will probably be up very soon and be longer than the previous chapters.
I'm sitting against the couch with my knees drawn up to my chest. I've been here since I got off the phone with Sam. She is at the door; the knowledge threatens the daze that I had managed to achieve after she hung up on me. Once again Sam bangs on the door. The impact makes the entire wall shake; I can feel the vibrations through the floor. I hear her snap at someone on the other side, probably Tucker before the door splinters on it's hinges. Why doesn't anyone ever just open the door normally? I notice all of this, but it my mind refuses to process anything, it just slides around and doesn't make any sense. The past half hour I had been hearing intermittent sounds from the lab, I don't know what they're doing down there and I don't care. Yes, you do, that annoying little voice in the back of my head insists… You're just afraid of what's going to happen next. I'm not afraid, I reply to that stubborn voice. I just don't know what comes next. And that's what you're afraid of, that little voice mockingly replies.
Sam stalking in followed by a nervous Tucker interrupts the conversation in my head. "What happened?" she demands, she asked the same question on the phone I realize distantly. Talking might disrupt whatever peace of mind I have left so I simply offer her the blood-splattered note that I had been holding since I found it on the kitchen table when I came home. She frowns at me and concern crosses her features. I know I'm a wreck; I've never handled stress well. Usually there's no need for me to, I'm a level-headed person by nature. I look down in shame but continue to hold out the note. After a moment's more hesitation she takes it. There's no need for me to read it again, I know better than anyone what it says. The words are burned into my memory.
Sweety, we finally captured the ghost boy! We'll be in the lab while we take him apart. Don't try to come in; we'll have the lab locked down so he can't escape. I put dinner in the fridge if you're hungry when you come home.
Love, Mom and Dad.
Sam's expression darkens and she glares off into space after reading the note. Tucker was leaning over her shoulder and saw it as well. He merely shakes his head sadly. Then he seems confused for a moment before looking between me and the note. He sighs softly before kneeling down in front of me and taking a small bottle of disinfectant and some gauze out of the pocket of his cargo pants. He disinfects and wraps the wounds on my hands gently; as if afraid I might break. All of us have become very good with basic first-aid, Danny usually needed some kind of help when he came in from a fight.
A deep growl pulls my attention from nothing. I look up to find Sam's face contorted into a snarl. This is the second time tonight that I've seen that particular expression. The first time was when Vlad came down the stairs and kicked down the lab door… which was four inches of a phase-proof alloy. Tucker looks up, startled. Sam turns on her heel and strides towards the lab. Tucker's eyes widen and he scrambles up to get to entrance to the lab before she does.
"Don't do something you'll regret, Sam." Tucker's voice is calm and steady, too calm. He's way past rage, but unlike Sam he turns calculating during the rare times he becomes angry. "Out of my way Tucker." I can't see her face, but her voice is still layered with that deadly snarl, the one that promises pain to anyone who gets in her way. "Think before you do this," Tucker states with cold logic, "We don't know enough about the situation."
"Shut it Tucker, they are going to pay for what they did to him." I do my best to tune out the argument, but annoyance and then anger starts burning through the fog in my head. Their voices start rising, until I'm sure that the neighbors down the block are able to hear them. Finally, I snap. "ENOUGH!" They both turn to me, startled. They had obviously forgotten that I was even here. I glare at the both of them. "They're already suffering enough, they found out that it was really Danny the whole time when Vlad kicked down the lab door and took off with him through the portal, you might actually know this if you had actually asked about Danny rather than launching straight into an argument." They at least have the decency to look ashamed.
"We'll go to Vlad's in the morning; obviously no one is in the state to do anything tonight."
Fang: So? What did you think? This really wasn't my best work and I feel like Tucker and Jazz are OOC. Next chapter will be better, I promise.