AN: I always pictured Gibson as being very non-social if it wasn't for the rest of the team.

Ohyeah, I'm back from a short vacation and writing again! And at a semi-reasonable pace too! Thanks once again to all my reviewers and to my Beta who shall now be known as Brown 'cause she changed her name.

Rating: T

Die Sache hat ein Aber

TIME: 18:04 UTC+1

LOCATION: Munich, Germany

Today was a very bad day to be stuck in rush hour on the Bundesautobahn 9; especially if you had a car with a broken air conditioner or were on a motorcycle, seeing as the temperature was currently at an insanely hot 40°C. Unfortunately for Marcell Kirsch, he was one of the miserable bastards that the Universe had apparently chosen to experience such hell.

As the lines of cars continued to go nowhere fast, the young man was tempted to slam his head against the handlebars in frustration but stopped when he realized how face-burningly hot the metal undoubtedly was. Of course, to add to insult, his exit was at most a third a kilometer away.

I could carry my bike there faster than this! Wait? Is that…?

It was! A gap in traffic for him to squeeze into that formed a near perfect path to his exit!

Marcell was teary eyed with joy. Thank you God! He exclaimed inwardly.

The young man quickly lined his bike up with the space between the cars, careful to not hit any of the numerous cars and trucks, most of which were loudly blaring their horns at the insane biker.

"Shut up assholes! You'd do it too if you could!" Of course; his yell was drowned out by the horns, but he figured it was the thought that counts.

Marcell beamed as he sped down the exit at what was probably an unsafe speed. Not that he would have cared had you pointed this out, mind you.

Just five more minutes and I'll be back in the sweet embrace of air condition-

A figure suddenly dashed across the road.

"SHIT!"

Marcell pulled on the brakes as hard as he could, the bike leaving skid marks on the asphalt and nearly throwing it's rider off as it screeched to a halt just in time.

The young man calmed down enough to partially calm his hyperventilating down to heavy panting, and began awkwardly climbing off his bike; his muscles still locked stiff from a potent shot of adrenaline.

"Um… Are you okay?"

Marcell slowly looked over to the speaker, containing his urge to assault the idiot for running in front of his bike.

The idiot in question was a boy. Marcell figured he must go to some weird ass private school. You almost never saw school uniforms like his around here, and definitely not in the middle of the summer.

"Kid, what in the hell is wrong with you?" He shouted.

The boy recoiled back slightly, "S-sorry, I was in a rush."

"Well look both ways next time! For…" He trailed off and sighed as he shook his head in an attempt to calm down.

The boy was apparently worried by his silence, as he repeated his previous question; "You're okay right?"

Marcell nodded dismissively, "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

The boy smiled; probably glad that Marcell wasn't as mad now, "I'm okay."

"Aren't you dying in those clothes kid?" Marcell rolled his bike over to the side of the road to inspect it, hoping that nothing had came jarred loose; it wasn't the greatest bike in all honesty.

There was no response.

The young man looked up to find that he was alone, only some shaking bushes on the opposite side of the road gave any evidence that there was once someone with him. His first thought was that someone had hit him with a car, but since nobody was crying bloody murder, it seemed that the boy had quite rudely wandered off.

"Oh that-!" He paused "The little asshole ran away!"

He grumbled incoherently to himself for a few seconds, considering chasing after the kid through the shrubbery before he turned his attention back to his bike.

"Chiro, you are alright, correct?"

"Hmm?" Chiro tore his attention away from picking twigs and leaves out of his hair, looking down at his silver companion, "Yeah, I'm fine Antauri. Though that guy did have a point."

"Agreed." Antauri nodded sagely.

Otto wiped his brow, "Yeah I haven't felt this hot since um… What was that place with the five suns called again?"

"Soturix 7" replied Chiro, groaning slightly at the horrid memories.

Antauri sighed, "Actually I was referring to the fact that we should have looked both ways."

"Oh, um yeah, I guess so." Chiro nervously laughed.

Sprx smirked as he leaned against a wall, "C'mon Antauri, lighten up. You're acting like you're the kid's mom."

"Sprx I merely wish too-"

"You guys, come on." Everyone turned their attention to Nova, who was already slightly ahead of them. "We can't waste time; we have to find Gibson before Mandarin does." She said in an emotionless voice.

Otto was puzzled, "But uh, didn't we leave him back in Denver?"

Nova shook her head, "You know we're never that lucky Otto. He probably followed us here. Every second we waste, is time he'll be using to find and kill Gibson."

Before anyone could respond to this, Nova took off.

Chiro sighed as him and the rest of the monkeys followed, "I take it you guys didn't have any luck either."

"I am sorry Chiro, but whatever it is that happened, Nova refuses to talk about it," said Antauri. "I just hope that if we reunite the team in full, she will be calm enough to finally discuss it."

"C'mon you guys!" Nova exclaimed from up ahead, signaling them to speed up.

"You and me both, Antauri." Sprx mumbled

Marcell stretched in relief as he swung the dorm room door open, tossing his bag to the floor. "Finally! I am back party people!"

Gibson sat on his bed, looking up from his book at the disturbance, vexation in his eyes "Yes, because no party is complete without the irritating drunkard." He murmured.

Marcell frowned; not because of the insult, he was used to that. "Are you reading a text book?" He asked, horrified.

"Yes."

"Why?" The young man asked, incredulous.

"Well I don't have any assignments to work on right now, and there aren't any tests coming up so I don't need to study." He smiled and looked back down at the thick book, currently opened to a page filled with several equations and diagrams. "To be honest I've been absolutely fascinated by the Lotka–Volterra equations, even though that's not really the area of biologica-"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Marcell was waving his hands in refusal, "So what you're saying is, is that you're reading your textbook for fun."

Gibson tilted his head in confusion, "Well yes I suppose soooOWAAH!" He was suddenly yanked up off his bed.

Marcell began to drag Gibson to the door; despite the blonde's struggling, "Gibson, I'm doing this for your own good. You're going out partying with me tonight and that's final."

"Marcell this is -nnhh- ridiculous!" He grunted as he tried to free his wrist from his roommates iron grip.

"No, this is an intervention!" Marcell yelled as he pulled his fellow pupil into the hallway. "In the three months I've known you, I've never seen you do anything that could be described by a sane person as fun. That changes tonight! As your roommate it is my solemn duty to get you a life!"

Gibson continued to beat his free fist against his roommate's grasping arm, "Have you gone insane?"

The people staring at them as they went down the hallway certainly thought so, judging by the looks they were giving the two.

"No; but if I have, it was watching you waste your college life away that drove me to it!" The 19 year old yelled overdramatically.

It was at around this point, that Gibson remembered the time Marcell had mentioned his stint in drama club while in secondary school. He apparently forgot to mention that he was hammier than a sty.

Gibson continued to struggle as they exited the building, the glass door closing behind them. "Where are we even going? And would you let go of me?"

"Promise to come to the party with me?"

Gibson rolled his eyes. "First you'll tell me where we're going before I say anything else!"

Marcell let go of the other's arm, grinning like an idiot at having broken down his bespectacled roommate. "There's a nightclub two blocks from here. They're having a big grand opening party and admission's free."

"A nightclub?"

"Yeah, ya' know; dancing, drinks, lots of sexy ladies!" Marcell felt the need to add hip thrusting to emphasize the last point for some reason.

Gibson raised an eyebrow, "Right…"

Why in the world does he think I would be interested in any of that? He mused, Dancing and romantic relationships only serve as distractions to finishing college, and drinking would… Wait just a moment!

Gibson smirked devilishly; something that Marcell noticed, and was creeped out by it instantly. "What's with that smile?"

"I have a proposition for you Marcell, my good man." Gibson said smarmily, "I promise to not only go to this party; but to also dance for at least five minutes, and drink an alcoholic beverage."

Marcell's mouth was agape, "Whoa seriously? I mean that's… Wait what's the catch?"

"The catch?" Gibson asked in fake surprise, "Oh nothing much, you're just not allowed to drink any kind of alcohol tonight."

And I know you'll never do that.

"Deal!"

"What?" Gibson asked, completely flat in tone.

Marcell smirked, "You really think I can't control myself for one night?" He jabbed Gibson's chest with his finger, "Shame on you Gibson, to think so poorly of your friend. Besides, I'd give up drinking for a month if it a meant a chance to see you drunk."

Gibson began to sputter "B-b-b-but you-"

Marcell quickly cut him off, "Come on now Gibson, we don't want to be late do we?" And with that, the 19 year old turned around and made his way to the campus exit, Gibson reluctantly following.