Annime: Hi!

Chiro: This story is almost over too?

Annime: (Nods)

Otto: Annime doesn't own SRMTHFG or anything belonging to something else!

Age 11 to 12

It has been a week since the Skeleton King incident, and the team hadn't had problems from Skeleton King since since.

Chiro studied hard, but right now he was silently begging for a break. They had been working him for five straight days now. He guessed that they were doing this because he finally figured out he was some kind of "Chosen One."

Chiro sighed. He had suspected that the power primate chose him. That's kinda what he WANTED to think.

But right now that wasn't the issue. The issue was that his brain was fried!

He exited his room and went down to the control center.

Antauri, Otto, Nova, Sprx, and Gibson were there doing their own thing when Chiro exited his tube.

"Hey, guys," Chiro spoke. Everyone turned and smiled at him.

"Hello, Chiro," Antauri said. "How are you?"

Chiro sighed. "I'm fine, just wanted to know if you guys wanted to hang out."

Everyone looked at each other and then back at Chiro.

"What do you mean?" Gibson asked. "We 'hang out' all the time."

Chiro shook his head. "Sadly guys, training doesn't really count. What I mean is to just talk and enjoy each other's company."

Everyone tilted their heads. Chiro sighed again. "You know what, just forget I said anything." Chiro walked back to his tube and went back up. This time, though, he decided to get something to drink.

Everyone looked at each other.

"What's up with Chiro?" Otto asked.

Sprx shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he's just sick of it here."

"Hey," Nova scolded. "Don't say that."

Sprx shrugged again. "What? It was just a matter of time."

Antauri shook his head. "I sense it is something different."

"Maybe I should check up on him," Gibson suggested.

"Yes," Antauri said. "Maybe he just isn't feeling well."

Antauri and Gibson both went upstairs to see where Chiro was, leaving the other three alone.

Chiro grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and then leant against a counter. He massaged his temples and placed the bottle beside him.

"Man I need something to get my mind off of everything," Chiro muttered. "And I need to get some sleep for once."

Ever since he found out he was more important than he thought he was, his insomnia had been going crazy on him.

Chiro looked up to see two simians walking into the kitchen.

"Hello, Chiro," Antauri spoke first. "Gibson and I were wondering if you wouldn't mind a check-up."

Chiro smiled. It didn't sound like a bad idea.

"Sure," Chiro replied.

The two simians led Chiro downstairs and into the med bay.

"Ok, Chiro," Gibson said as Chiro sat down on the table. "What seems to be the problem?"

Chiro looked at them with a confused face. "Umm…you guys brought me here."

Antauri cleared his throat. "Yes, but I sense that something is wrong. Are you feeling well, Chiro?"

Chiro laughed. "Guys, I'm only tired, but that's not really what's bothering me."

Antauri grew interested. "What is bothering you, Chiro?"

Chiro looked from Gibson back to Antauri. Gibson was also listening with interest to the raven haired boy.

"I just think that we all have been working WAY to hard lately. I don't think we have all been spending a healthy amount of quality time together, and, I just really need a break." Chiro sighed for the hundredth time that day and started to rub his temples.

"You are absolutely correct, Chiro," Antauri agreed. "We should all go out and do something together."

Chiro nodded eagerly. "Yea, even just sitting around the robot and talking to each other is better than this."

Gibson and Antauri smiled at each other. They were happy they had finally figured out what was wrong with the child.

Chiro and the team all quickly got ready to go out and have some fun together.

You see, Chiro wasn't just their leader. He wasn't just some kind of "Chosen One."

He was their friend, their bother, one's son, their family.

And for Chiro, they were his.

Annime: Aww!

Chiro: Please review!