Woot! Welcome back to Hazy!

Before we get started, Zara would like to note something.

I make fun of everybody. :P You know it by now. I just do. You fangirls won't stop me!

So, remember: Nobody's safe!

Anywho, I'd like to thank you patient readers and reviewers. Thank you for not spamming me with requests for me to update repeatedly like douchebags.

AllAmericanSlurp: I'm gonna hold off on what Hellcat and Tasha did for a while now. :P As for Sandy, she really is Adam's biological mother. No idea why she wouldn't admit it, though…hmm…

gg180000: Very Accurate.

Mia-Teresa-Davenport: "We agree on things all the time!"

"Name one time."

"…Shut up, Hellcat."

Guest: Are…are you trying to get Douglas to obey laws?!

Anyways, let's get to reading! Adam?

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

"A bond between souls is ancient - older than the planet."

Dianna Hardy, The Witching Pen

"I find the idea of vigilante justice very attractive. I like the idea that the murderer decides that this person has gone too far, and nothing will happen to him unless she does something to stop him."

Donna Leon

Douglas

Soft footsteps sounded behind Douglas, causing him to sigh. This had been going on for the past few days. He had left Bree well enough alone when she made her obvious efforts to avoid him, but he wasn't in the mood to let her go again. "Bree?" he called softly.

The sneaking steps stopped.

Douglas nodded towards the television. "Medium is on."

A second of silence followed before Bree finally responded. "No, thanks. I have to train Leo."

"You trained him this morning," Douglas pointed out. "Besides, he's doing something with Hellcat right now." Chase had explained something about tactics training with Oly as the enemy target, but Douglas hadn't paid much attention. Honestly, if they were going to agitate Oly a bit, then he was on board. She needed something like that every now and again to keep her entertained.

"Then I should probably start on my homework," Bree tried again.

Douglas scoffed. "It's Saturday."

Although he didn't actually look back at her, Douglas could imagine the sassy stance she usually adopted when she thought she had a point. She was likely holding the pose as she spoke. "That doesn't mean that I don't have homework."

Douglas smirked. "I happen to know that you paid Leo and Hellcat to do it yesterday." He pointed towards the ceiling. "Imps tend to overhear things when they're just hanging around."

Bree wasn't quite as amused by the pun as Douglas was, because she just sighed heavily. After a few seconds, she tried yet again. "I have to-"

"Please?" Douglas interrupted her. "It's just not the same without someone to help me guess what her visions mean before they tell us."

"You've seen all of these," Bree reminded him.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that I remember it," Douglas responded. "Besides, you should see these twins. They look just like Hellcat when he was little."

Bree was silent for a bit. Douglas was about to look behind him to see if she had left when she plopped on the couch beside him, an action that caused the cushions to bounce a bit. "What twins?"

"Give it a second," Douglas answered. "I can't make them magically come on screen."

Bree rolled her eyes and leaned back against the couch.

Douglas smiled a bit. He had missed his Medium buddy. The commentary they both did when watching made it twice as fun. Once, they had even muted an episode they'd both seen and made their own dialogue up. A lawyer was having an affair with his coffee mug, Allison's eldest daughter had turned into a potato and eloped with a stick of butter, and everyone had admitted that Douglas (and, occasionally, Bree) was awesome by the time it was over.

Long story short, it was a wild ride from start to finish.

Bree's jaw dropped when one of the twins showed up. "Who is that?"

Douglas shrugged and pulled out his phone. A few seconds of Google searching later, he had an answer. "Some kid named Billy Unger." He scoffed and slid the phone back in his pocket. "What a stupid name."

"No kidding," Bree agreed. More loudly, she called, "Hellcat, you're on TV!"

A moment of loud scurrying sounded from over their heads before a Chase poked his head between theirs, balancing on the back of the couch as a cat with his tail flicking. "I swear to God, I didn't plan to light that car on fire..." He went quiet for a few seconds, finally noticing that Medium was on. He tilted his head at the kid. "Who's that look-stealing assclown?"

"Billy Unger," Bree answered, staring at him with wide eyes. She'd been that way since he mentioned the car.

"So he's not just an assclown, but he has a stupid name, too?" Chase shook his head before hissing at the TV. "I'm already rocking that face! Get your own!"

As Chase turned around and wiggled his backside like cats who were about to spring always did, Bree poked his shoulder. "I want to go back to the car thing you said earlier."

Chase shrugged his cat shoulders. "That guy was a dick. He parked in a handicap spot without needing to. It didn't piss me off until he chewed out someone in a wheelchair for calling him on his shit."

Douglas snorted. "Are you worried about getting caught?"

"No one suspects ravens of lighting cars on fire," Chase answered. "I did flip him off before he went in the store, though, so he might suspect me."

"What's wrong with you?" Bree hissed.

"Let him be a vigilante," Douglas defended.

"Yeah, Bree," Chase hissed triumphantly. He got ready to spring from the couch again, but Adam walked into the room and scooped Chase up without stopping. Chase pinned his ears. "What the hell?"

Adam just continued to walk to the door with Chase in his arms. "Going to see Sandra again," he called over his shoulder. "Don't wait up."

When the door closed behind him, Bree frowned. "I don't like Sandra."

Douglas nodded. "Join the club."

"I mean, she's Adam's mother, but she claims that he's an inner city kid she's helping," Bree went on.

Douglas' eyes widened. "Who told you that?"

Bree pointed at the ceiling. "I tend to overhear things when I'm just hanging around."

Douglas threw his hands up in exasperation. "I don't know why I try to keep secrets around here." The two were quiet for a second before the rest of what Bree said finally sank in. "What's this about Adam being an inner city kid?"

"Someone who smiles too much with you can sometime frown too much with you at your back."

Michael Bassey Johnson

"Man is the cruelest animal."

Friedrich Nietzsche

Chase

"Adam, I don't want to meet your mother," I hissed. "Especially as a cat."

"You don't have to be a cat, you know," Adam responded, still carrying me.

"Yes, I do," I huffed. I could see Sandra in the driveway already, meaning that it was too late for me to change into a more human version of myself without giving my general demonic glory away.

Sandra was standing by her car, waiting for us. To be totally honest, she looked like a nice lady. Maybe Douglas was wrong about her. She smiled broadly at Adam. "Hey, sweety." Then, she reached out and scratched under my chin.

I stretched my neck out and purred. Bite me; chin tickles were nice.

"Who's this little guy?" Sandra asked.

"He's, um, Kitty," Adam decided, at least having the intelligence not to use my actual name.

Still, Kitty? He couldn't have thought of something more masculine?

Sandra pet me for a few more seconds before gesturing at her car. "So, ready to go?"

Adam nodded and patted his pocket before frowning. "Hold on, I forgot to get my keys." Adam put me down. "I'll be right back." With that, Adam jogged back to the house, leaving me alone with a basic stranger.

I flicked my ears around like I was listening to everything and looked around to make myself seem more like a cat than I was. I had even licked my paw and ran it over my face when I heard the front door open and close, signaling that Adam had gone inside.

Out of nowhere, Sandy landed a hard kick to my chest. "Disgusting demon."

Wait, how in the hell?!

Why the hell did you let her kick you, dumbass?

I scrambled back as she decided to try and kick me again. She kicked hard. I arched my back and felt my fur stand on end. Hells yeah! I was a huge kitty! Fuck with me now!

She stepped closer, trying to kick me again. Right when she was about to make contact, though, I reared up and sank my claws into her calf, biting her hard. It was very satisfying when I tasted blood.

That was about where my attack ended, though. Sandra shrieked in pain and dug desperately in her purse for something. Whatever she pulled out - I couldn't really see it - was thrown right at me.

And it fucking hurt.

I screeched and let go, desperately trying to escape the familiar burn of silver by kicking and rolling on the ground. Unfortunately, it was a jewelry chain of some kind that kept tangling around my legs and brushing my stomach or back no matter how hard I struggled. Desperate and panicking, I took off across the yard as fast as my awkward gait would let me. I kicked and swiped at the chain as often as I could, not even paying attention to where I was going until I ran head-first into the slender branches of tall bushes in the yard.

Nice going, genius, my voice praised sarcastically.

Just because I was being scratched by branches and burned by silver now didn't mean that my voice could be a dick about it.

In an attempt to escape the branches, I turned myself into a mouse. I fell down through the bush until I landed on the small space of ground below the branches with a loud squeak of pain. To my extreme relief, the silver chain had tangled in the branches above, its poisonous silver gleam dulled by my blood as it hung. The injuries still burned like a bitch, but at least they wouldn't get worse now.

I just stared at the chain for several seconds, stunned. That bitch attacked me.

What the fucking hell did I ever do to her?!

And how did she know that I was a demon?

Did Adam tell her? He wouldn't do that, would he?

Spots began to dance in my vision. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that I had to get back to the house.

But I was just...so...tired...

A few minutes, I thought. I'll just rest for a few minutes.

I lost consciousness mere seconds after I closed my eyes.

So, I have Sandy hanging by her ankles, a blindfold, and a baseball bat. Who wants the first swing?

How in the hell did she know that Hellcat was a demon?

What will Adam do?

Will anyone ever find Hellcat passed out in the bushes?

Will we ever find out what Hellcat and Tasha did?!

Guess we'll just have to wait.

So, until then, feel free to review. Or don't. Free internet and all.

And enjoy.

*Bows and exits*