Chapter Nine!
Fucking finally, Zara!
Anywho, here we go!
First, as long as we're here, I'd like to thank my readers and reviewers for reading and reviewing. And waiting patiently for the Halloween one-shot. Getting closer….
Penaschmidt: Mua ha ha ha! Now you are subject to my cliffhangers!
AllAmericanSlurp: Leoing things up. Actually, he's playing with what Tasha and Hellcat did.
Mia-Teresa-Davenport: "I don't like her, either."
Shut up, Douglas.
RissA15: *sniffle* You know me so well.
Gg180000: "Chances are that I already have five or six kids. Not every mother bothered to find me. Or they think I'm dead. Either way, I'm sure Adam, Bree and Chase aren't the only ones. And don't tell me what to do. Free the boxers!"
Anyways, let's get on with this. Oly?
"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."
"And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating."
Alberto Moravia, The Woman of Rome
"I don't like morning people. Or mornings. Or people."
Unknown
Olyanaeci
Stupid humans
They were everywhere. Walking on the streets, sitting in buildings, driving those loud, disgustingly-scented cars. And they always had something to say, no matter how pointless it was. They just had to be heard.
Stupid social creatures.
They couldn't even tell who was stronger than who. What kind of society could function without that?
A stupid one, Oly concluded. It was no surprise to her that wars broke out all the time. Unstable things tended to self-destruct.
Speaking of stupid things, who the hell decided that sending a demon to spy on a Charmer was a good idea? Oly was having a hard time focusing on any of the actual conversation between Adam and Sandra without being lulled into a half-assed trance.
Stupid Charmers.
Stupid Master for sending her to spy. He was probably doing something destructive and fun without her.
If she went home and found that he had blown something up, she was going to leave a guinea pig in his underwear drawer.
It was useful to know Master's allergies.
From her perch - clinging on the underside of a table with little lizard hands was always fun - Oly had yet to hear anything interesting from her targets. The only notable things that happened were that Adam had almost kneed her twice, Oly had picked some chewed gum off of the table that landed on Sandra's shoe, and Ms. Sandy kept feeding all of Adam's answers back to him.
"What's your favorite subject in school?"
"I like gym class."
"That was my favorite, too!"
If anyone asked Adam, he had a lot in common with his mother. Both liked the color blue, staring at bugs, Saturday morning cartoons, and so on.
If anyone asked Oly - not that anyone ever did - Sandra was full of shit. No one had everything in common with someone else. She just really wanted Adam to like her for some reason. And, judging by the occasional picture being taken of both her and Adam by random people with some kind of badge around their necks, Oly guessed that Sandy wanted to be liked by Adam publicly.
Not that Oly had a vague idea why. Or that she particularly cared, for that matter.
Adam, though, finally seemed bothered by the pictures. "Sandra, why are these people taking pictures of us?"
The woman in question took a second, but she finally answered him. "Just ignore them, sweetheart. I'm running for city treasurer, so the press tends to follow me around."
Adam - with his very soothing voice - must have been confused about something, because Sandy spent the next thirty minutes trying to explain what a city treasurer was. And how elections worked. And why people voted.
She sounded a bit annoyed by the end of her explanations. Apparently, Sandra wasn't a patient woman. How she managed to track anyone down was stunning.
Oly clawed more gum off of the table and threw it on Sandra's other shoe. This was a boring job. Why couldn't Yahn do it? Or, better yet, Half-Breed? He never had to do anything.
Stupid humans and their stupid families. If they didn't put so much emphasis on bonding, then Master wouldn't treat Half-Breed with so much favoritism.
Demons weren't supposed to have families. It was unnatural.
At least Half-Breed was more fun to talk to than kiss ass Yahn.
Oly picked some more gum off of the table, this time flinging it discreetly at Adam's shoe. Her spying targets sucked. Why couldn't they talk about something more entertaining than childhood stories? They could discuss devouring the souls of various enemies, starting fires, vandalism, and so on. Oly had a list of fun topics to choose from.
At least she had a bunch of gum and obviously unobservant people to stick it to.
"I hate two-faced people. It makes it harder to decide which side to slap first."
Unknown
"I'm only responsible for what I say, not for what you understand."
Unknown
Bree
Google was a wonderful thing.
For example, Bree now had a bit more information about Sandra than she did earlier. All she had to go on at first was a name and the possibility that Sandra was her mother as well as Adam's.
That wasn't enough for her. She had to know more.
Just running a name through a search engine, though, was initially a bigger pain than she thought it would be. As it turned out, several Sandra Pikes existed. It was a problem that vexed her until she realized that she could just search Adam's friends list for a picture of Sandy. After that, the searching was still meticulous and long, but she was able to narrow the results down.
Bree occasionally glanced at Adam's capsule, where Adam himself was snoring loudly. She had to thank whatever caused Chase not to need his capsule anymore. If he were sleeping in the Lab instead of upstairs, he would've caught her already. Super-sensitive hearing caused him to wake up pretty easily.
Thank you, demonic portal thingy. She didn't want anyone knowing that she knew about Sandra yet. They wouldn't answer any of her questions, anyways. Everyone would just keep the information to themselves.
Secretive, excluding bastards. What did she do to deserve being kept in the dark?
This desire to know had triggered her charmed bead more than once - the planes were pretty quiet tonight - and had prompted her midnight digital search. Most of what she found was fairly useless, to be honest. Sandra was an investment banker, was running for city treasurer, had been seen earlier that day spending time with an inner city kid, was -
Hold on a second; was that a picture of Adam?
Bree frowned and clicked on the article about the inner city kid again. Sure enough, there was a picture of Adam and Sandra sitting together at the yogurt shop.
Since when was Adam an inner city kid?
Still frowning, she skimmed the article for key points. Basically, Sandra had been accused of not liking kids, which was putting a slight damper on her campaign for treasurer. After being seen with a kid in public, Sandra went on to claim that she loved kids. And, since she had none of her own, she spent time coaching inner city kids about improving their lives and what not.
Even though she has no children of her own...
Wasn't Adam her son? Why wouldn't she admit that?
What the hell was going on here?!
Taking all theories about Sandra! Bring it on, bring it on! Who's right? Who's wrong? Who hates Sandy now more than ever?
"I do!"
No one asked you, Douglas.
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And enjoy. :3
*Bows and exits*