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"So that turned out to be a flop," Riker sighed as he and Roman left the scene.

"At least it means that we can get back sooner," Roman smiled.

Riker looked at his brother inquisitively. "Since when are you in a rush to leave a mission? You usually live for it,"

Roman shrugged. "We have a guest over, shouldn't we be good hosts and not leave her alone all day?"

Riker rolled his eyes. "Oh, so you just want to get back to tormenting Bree, huh?"

"Oh come on, she's the enemy, and she is in the palm of our hands," Roman gasped. "And, you've got to admit, she's pretty hot,"

Riker ground his teeth together. "Let's just get going,"

When the two brothers arrived to their hideout, Bree silently stared at her captors.

"Good to see you too Bree," Roman snickered. "How are you feeling cupcake?'

Bree sent him a quick glare before sighing. "Honestly, I really have to go to the bathroom. Roman, please, can I just have a quick break to go to the bathroom? Please?"

Roman smirked, playfully stroking his chin in consideration. "Well, I guess we could make that happen. But, I don't trust you to be alone yet,"

Bree raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" she asked as Roman came up close behind her and unchained her wrists.

"Well, you can't be trusted alone, so I'll escort you to the restroom," Roman answered, lowering her arms and holding them behind her back.

"What?! There is no way I'm letting you in there with me, you pervert," Bree spat.

Roman shrugged. "I guess you'll just have to wait then. But, can you really hold it?" he teased.

Bree glared at the smug look on his face.

"Drip, drop," Roman mocked.

"Fine, I'll take her," Riker spoke up, grabbing Bree's arms from his brother.

Bree's face expressed some relief, while Roman's face held disappointment.

Riker gently lead her to the restroom, then turned around to face the corner after shutting the door. While Bree took care of her business, Roman leaned down and opened up a drawer. After Bree finished watching her hands, Riker quickly threw some clothes at her.

"What are these for?" Bree asked quietly.

"To wear," Riker said quickly. "Or would you rather parade around naked while my brother tries to grope you?"

Bree quickly put them on without any other questions. Once she was done, she looked in the mirror to see how the dark colored t shirt and shorts looked on her. Obviously these were Riker's own clothing, hence why they did not fit her perfectly. But it was better than nothing.

"You ready to go back?" Riker asked, placing a hand on the door handle.

"N-No," Bree whimpered.

Riker raised an eyebrow. "What, what is wrong?"

"I, I don't want to g-go back out there," Bree suddenly cried. "He's just going to chain me up in that horrible position and beat me until I betray my friends,"

"Well, you don't really have a choice now do you, you're a prisoner," Riker shrugged, grabbing her arm.

Bree knew that without either her bionics or super powers that struggling was useless, but the fear and adrenaline in her system drove her to wildly fight back anyway.

Riker stood shocked for a moment by her outburst, then quickly snapped back into action and got her under control. Riker pinned her to the ground. "Calm down, there is no fighting back,"

Bree finished struggling but continued to cry.

"Shut up okay, just shut up!" Riker shouted.

Bree stopped crying and looked up at Riker, terrified.

Riker stood up and picked Bree up as well. He held her tightly in his arms so that she wouldn't escape or flail around again. "Now listen here Bree, because this is what is going to happen. If you don't want to go back to being chained up in the common room with Riker, you can wait in the lab with me while I work,"

Despite how close they were, Bree found herself looking away from him.

"Would you rather go back out to Roman?" Riker asked.

Bree fervently shook her head. "No please,"

"Then come on," Riker said, leading her to him lab. It was quite modest compared to what she had grown up it, but at least it had a couch and tv on the other side of the room, and a kitchenette on the side. Riker dragged Bree over to a lab desk and pushed her onto the floor. He then cuffed her hand to the leg of the desk before taking a seat himself.

Riker spent the next hour silently working, and Bree became throughly bored.

"So, what are you doing?" Bree finally asked.

"Working," Riker replied curtly.

Bree rolled her eyes. "On what?"

Riker sighed. "I didn't bring you here to distract me,"

"Then why did you bring me here?" Bree retorted.

"To spare you from my psychotic brother. Unless you want him-"

"No, no, I'm sorry!" Bree gasped.

Riker sighed. "Just shut up. I need to get back to work,"

Bree nodded and continued to sit on the floor in silence. First, she tried to count all the spots on the wall. Then, she tried to think of all the names of the students back at the academy. Finally, she tried to recite Adam's incredible edibles from memory. But eventually, she couldn't take it any longer.

At that same time, Riker suddenly set down his work with a thud. He sighed deeply to himself, throwing half of it away.

"Riker?" Bree asked quietly. "Is everything okay?"

Riker shrugged. "Forget about it. I just need a break," he declared, going to lay down on the couch. He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

The issue was that a grumbling noise kept disturbing him. Riker sat up with a growl, "What is that fu-"

Riker turned to see Bree, crouched on the floor holding her stomach.

"I'm s-sorry, I can't make it stop," Bree whispered.

Riker sighed and walked over to her. He knelt down and un-cuffed Bree's hand. Riker picked her up and took her over to the couch, setting her down gently. "Don't move," he commanded in a hard voice.

Bree sat on the couch, remaining intently still as she watched Riker move to the side of the room. After a few minutes of work, Riker returned with a tray. He set it down in front of them and then handed Bree a bowl from the tray.

"Cheese puffs?" Bree asked questionably.

Riker shrugged. "We don't have the best selection around here. I also brought over some celery, cranberries, and cinnamon toast crunch,"

"Why?" Bree asked hesitantly. "You aren't trying to poison me are you?"

Riker snorted. "Don't you think if I wanted you dead I would have a long time ago? Come on, listen to your stomach. You've gone way to long without proper nourishment,"

Bree nodded and began to devour the cheese puffs, realizing just how hungry she really was.

Riker leaned back on the couch and used the remote to turn the television on.

After eating most of the food, Bree turned and looked at Riker. "H-Hey Riker?"

"What?" Riker asked, still focused on the television.

"You said you didn't want to kill me earlier, but I thought you wanted to destroy all super heroes," Bree said quietly.

"Under orders, we are not supposed to kill you, for now," Riker told her. "Your friends, though, are a different story,"

"Why?" Bree asked.

Riker raised an eyebrow. "Why? Why?! I thought we made it clear earlier. After what happened to our father, we vowed to destroy all super heroes and anyone stupid enough to try and protect them," he snapped.

"But why destroy all super heroes? I mean, what happened to your dad must have sucked, but does it really mean you have to destroy the people who he used to work with?" Bree asked. "Why would you want to hurt those who only do good,"

"Because do you know what fate has in store for super heroes?" Riker asked harshly.

Bree shook her head.

"Either they die fighting a villain, or they turn into a villain themselves. That is how it always ends. So the only solution is to get rid of heroes before they turn into villains," Riker explained.

"Surely that doesn't happen to all super heroes," Bree said.

"Well it can!" Riker snapped.

"Riker, I'm sorry-"

"Forget about this," Riker huffed, grabbing Bree's arm and dragging her back to the common room.

"Riker-"

"Roman will be back soon," Riker informed her as he chained her back up. The entire time he avoided making eye contact with her.

"Riker! Riker, come back!" She yelled desperately, but he ignored her pleas and slammed the door shut.

And that's a wrap for chapter three! Please leave a review to let me know what you thought about this chapter. Thanks ~AzulaTano.