Here we are, Chapter Eight!

So here we go!

Ready to learn what Sandra has to say?

Before that, let's do this.

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So, let's do this. Sandy?

"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."

"Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies."

Dorothy Allison, Bastard Out of Carolina

"The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others."

Friedrich Nietzsche

Adam

Usually, Bree was the one glued to her phone. However, Adam was giving her a run for her money as he waited for Sandra to respond to his friend request. He sat on the couch, opening his Facebook app every few seconds. Yahn was sitting in Adam's lap, tilting his head as he watched the strange television show about ghosts Bree was watching. Adam didn't understand it, to be honest. He couldn't imagine how boring it would be to just float around for eternity after dying with only one person to talk to. He would rather find out what else was going on after someone died. There had to be more, right?

Yahn snapped his beak together loudly. "Why do ghosts talk to her? And who cares what they have to say, anyways? They're dead."

"Shut up," Bree snapped, turning up the television. "I like Medium."

Yahn rolled his eyes.

Adam scratched behind Yahn's ear. "I don't get it, either."

"You're going to get it if you don't stop talking," Bree huffed.

"Don't you usually watch this show with Master?" Yahn asked, frowning.

Bree glared at him. "I don't have to watch everything with Douglas!"

Someone's angry, Adam thought. "Bree? Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm busy," she growled, watching the television now to signal that she wasn't going to respond anymore.

Yahn looked up at Adam. "I still don't get it," he whispered.

"We don't need to," Adam responded. "That's the magic of TV."

"That's not really magic," Yahn pointed out.

Adam tilted his head. "Well, it's like –"

His phone buzzed in his hand, cutting Adam off. He unlocked the screen and opened Facebook app only to find a notification that his friend request had been accepted. Finally! His message icon lit up after a few seconds, making him smile. Sandra wanted to talk to him! He nudged Yahn. "This is it."

Yahn patted Adam's hand. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Adam nodded immediately. He was so close. He had to see this through, even if it was just for closure. He opened the message.

Hello, Adam!

Adam felt himself grin stupidly. He rapidly typed a response. Hi! How are you?

Adam was aware that he looked like a fool as he waited for Sandra to answer. He was clutching his phone, practically shaking with anticipation. Bree shot him a look out of the side of her eyes as a new message popped up. I'm good. Glad I finally get to meet you! I've been looking for you for years.

Adam frowned. For years?

Douglas wouldn't let me see you, Sandra explained. I tried to see you last year, but he sent me away.

Yahn poked Adam's phone screen. "She's lying. She never showed up last year."

Adam hesitated. Why would she lie? She was his mother. That had to count for something, right? He patted Yahn's head reassuringly. "Maybe she showed up before Douglas figured out how to summon you."

Yahn frowned. "I don't know, Adam."

"I'm sure it's fine," Adam responded before he sent another message. Well, you did leave me on his doorstep. He was probably being protective.

I left you on his doorstep because I had no choice, came the answer. I couldn't afford to raise you. We would've starved, and I couldn't let that happen. So I gave you up to him for your own good.

"Adam," Yahn started again. "That doesn't seem a little cliché to you?"

"What seems cliché?" Bree asked, finally speaking to them.

"Sandra's story," Yahn explained.

Bree sighed heavily. "Who the hell is Sandra?"

"She's –"

Adam thumped Yahn on the back of the head. He couldn't tell Bree. Not yet. Yahn glanced up at him quizzically. However, Adam just shrugged. "Sandy's just someone who's going to help me with a project."

Bree glared at him for several seconds before she stood up and bolted upstairs, her super speed creating a breeze that ruffled Adam's shirt a bit before she was gone.

Yahn was quiet for a second before he poked Adam's arm. "I don't like Sandra. Something isn't right about this."

Adam felt himself bristle. Sure, he just met Sandy, but she was his mother, damn it! "You don't have to be here, Yahn."

Yahn stood up in his lap. "Adam, I think that she's hiding something."

Adam sighed and put his phone down. "Yahn, it's fine."

"Adam-"

Adam picked Yahn up and put him on the couch beside him before picking up his phone and standing. "You stay here, then." He walked off, ready to send another message to Sandra, but she had already sent a second one. I'm sorry about that. I wish I hadn't had to give you up.

I understand, Adam sent back. What mother would abandon her kid without a drastic reason like that, right? He knew that she cared. She had to care. She was his mother.

"I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside."

Julia Quinn,What Happens in London

"'And I'm not spying! I'm evaluating!'"

"'It's the same difference!'"

Kim Harrison, Early to Death, Early to Rise

Chase

I perked my ears, leaning on the counter. Tasha tilted her head, frowning with me as we watched Yahn pace on the kitchen island, muttering to himself in Aramaic. Irritatingly enough, dead languages weren't programmed into my translator. Guess it didn't cross Douglas' mind when he was making it.

Speaking of Douglas, he had come upstairs ten minutes earlier, but had yet to put on pants. Tasha was trying hard not to look at him without shaking her head. He had already wrapped his ankle – whatever had happened to it – so I was pretty sure that he just wanted to walk around without pants on for a while. He was currently sitting on the couch, staring sideways at Yahn. "What's your problem?"

"Sandra," Yahn snorted. "I don't like her."

"She's just helping with a school project," Douglas said carefully, shooting me a look.

"No, she's Adam's mother," I corrected.

Both Douglas and Tasha gave me a surprised look. I shrugged. "I was chilling in the corner of your room as a spider last night. Heard everything."

Douglas nodded slowly. "Okay, then." He glanced at Yahn again. "What about Sandra?"

"She fed Adam a sob story about not being able to afford to feed him when he was a kid," Yahn scoffed. "Worse, he ate it up!"

Tasha frowned. "That seems a little…cliché."

"I knew that whore couldn't be trusted," Douglas snapped.

"Watch your language," Tasha huffed.

Douglas rolled his eyes.

"What does she want, though?" I asked.

"Who cares?" Yahn growled at me. "As long as Adam's buying her stories, she's going to get whatever it is she's trying to use him for."

I lowered my ears. "I could chill around as a spider again."

"Guys," Tasha cut in, "as long as they don't meet each other, it's not a problem."

"How long do you think it will be before they meet?" Douglas growled. "She's his mother. It's not going to be hard for her to convince him to –"

Adam slid down the stair railing, cutting him off. "I'm going out," he announced, grinning.

"Where?" I asked, perking my ears at him.

"Yogurt shop," Adam answered. "I'll be back later." With that, he trotted through the door.

Oly fell from among the rafters, landing on the back of the couch near Douglas. "That happened faster than you expected, right?"

"What were you doing up there?" I asked.

Oly snapped her beak shut loudly. "Who cares?"

Tasha raised her hand. "I care."

"No one asked you," Oly growled.

"And now, you're annoying me," Douglas huffed. "Go follow Adam until he gets home."

Oly huffed and winced, but took a flying leap through the window after Adam.

"Now what?" I asked. "We just wait?"

"Now," Tasha said, "Douglas puts pants on."

"Don't inhibit my freedom!" Douglas stood up, one fist raised. "You can't control me!"

I lowered my ears and covered my eyes, causing my super senses to kick in as Tasha yelped. I could smell everything for a moment, no matter how subtle. Oly had hung a mouse from the rafters – still alive, the poor thing, which pleased my voice greatly – Douglas' injury was still bloody, and Bree was somewhere nearby, likely listening in.

Now, we all knew. Great.

What the hell does Sandy want?!

Also, we still don't know what Hellcat and Tasha were doing.

And will Douglas put on pants?

Too bad! We must wait! Mua ha ha ha ha!

Note: Halloween one-shot is coming, so my updates might come even less often then they already do. It's not going to be scary, just happen around the holiday. :3 Be looking for that.

So, until then, feel free to review. Or don't. I don't care. :3

And, as always, enjoy.

*Bows and exits*