She pulled up to the house slowly. It took a few moments for her to register that she was home but she got out of the car as soon as she did. The house was unusually quiet as she entered.

"Hello?" Maddie called out. Jack poked his out of the kitchen followed by Jazz holding a book. "Where's Danny and Delilah?"

"While I'm right here, but I have no clue where Delilah is." Danny internally cringed at what he had just say.

"Right here." Delilah called as she entered the house with groceries in hand. "I went to get some stuff."

"Oh, what did you get?" Jack asked excitedly.

"Mostly junk food, chips, soda; the likes." She shrugged migrating to the kitchen to put it away.

"Where did you get the money for all of it?"Jazz practically accused.

"Oh" Delilah hesitated "well, you see, I have this apartment on the outside of town, friend was renting it to me and I got this stuff from there."

"That does explain where the money came from." Jazz

"Oh, yeah." She mumbled "It's nothing, a few old jobs here and there."

Maddie and Jack looked at each other. They were sitting on opposite sides of Delilah at the kitchen table. Jazz was standing in front of Delilah on the opposite side of the table and Danny stood behind Jazz leaning against the doorframe.

"Still doesn't explain the money" Jazz pushed

"Why do you care?" Danny demanded

"Some kids have jobs-"

"Is that illegal?" Jazz pushed

"Well, I guess that would depend."

Danny shook his head, his parents were so obviously troubled that it amazed he that the two continued to talk about it. Sure Jazz could be pretty oblivious when she was that deep into a theory or investigation but Delilah pays attention in the same ways a kid was; always when you thought she wasn't and never when you think they are, so there's no way to know if she noticed. Still he had a feeling she has and is continuing anyway. He remembered what she had said when they were still getting used to the situation, that she was no hero and never intended to be so. That if she took care of something it was for herself because heroes always get hurt in the end and usually for nothing.

"Whatever!" Delilah exclaimed grabbing her stuff and stomping up to her room, face red and fists clenched. Jazz stared after her before running up to her own room and slamming the door. Danny was brought out of his thoughts as his parents started talking completely forgetting about him. He played with the idea of talking to one of his sisters but he decided it was too dangerous so soon after the fig- argument, all they had done was yell. Yet he found himself in his room all the same.

Delilah sat in her new bedroom pouting. She knew, knew that she shouldn't have kept talking, she saw how her parents were! But she continued on the crazy notion that she could talk it to the point it would get better, of course she was wrong, wasn't she always? It's why she doesn't care for the whole hero thing, the only reason she went on payroll was to get closer to Danny and even that she couldn't get right. Not with the way she exploded on him earlier.

It wasn't her fault she was crappy with people, it was because she hadn't known more than two (three if you counted Danny) people until she was 8 and for the most part no one really stuck around that long after that. She sighed and sank farther into the purple bean bag chair she brought from her 'apartment' (her lair) and ate the tub of sherbet ice cream that had also come for her lair. As she ate it she idly remembered how a good friend of hers had once told her it had magic powers that could fix any problem. Delilah took another spoonful and put it in her mouth, she could use some magic right about now.