On Monday morning, Chase and Mr. Davenport wait in the office while Sloane takes her second evaluation test.

Sloane's in an empty conference room with the test in front of her. She reads each question carefully and eliminates absolutey-nots. By the time she's finished with all the questions and filling out the scantron, she's sure she'll be joining Chase in tenth grade today.

Sloane leaves the room confidently and hands the finished test to Principal Perry.

"How'd you do?!" Chase asks as soon as she walks over to them. She takes a seat next Chase.

"I don't know. I think I did really good," she smiles.

"I'm sure you did."

When Perry returns, Sloane gets nervous.

"Alright, according to your test results you can start the 10th grade."

"Yes," Sloane hugs Chase.

Chase hugs her back, "What did she get?"

"91."

"Great job, Sloane. You two really did it," Davenport says to them.

"Thanks, Mr. Davenport," Sloane says.

"I already printed a new schedule for you. Some of your classes have stayed the same," Perry hands the paper to Sloane.

"Okay, thanks," Sloane takes it.

"Yeah, yeah. Get to class," Perry walks away.

"Alright, guys. I'm going to head back home to work. I'll see you two later. Have a good day." And Davenport is gone.

"Let me see your schedule," Chase grabs it.

"We still have P.E. Oh, and now we have fifth period study hall together—everyday. We also have Global." Sloane scans the schedule herself. She no longer has English with Trent, but she still has 8th period study halls every other day with Bree and Leo.

"Yes!"

"I know, right?"

"Oh, yeah." Sloane was actually excited about her 8th period study halls.

"We should probably get to class," Chase stands and throws his backpack over his shoulder.

Sloane grabs her backpack too and stands.

"I wrote up some passes for you two," the secretary says to them nicely.

"Thanks," Chase takes them from her.

Sloane grabs Chase's left hand as they leave the office. "Can you show me where 231 is? I don't think I had any classes down there last week."

"Oh yeah, that's right next to the Bio room. You have that too."

They reach Sloane's new first period class, English 10, in less than a minute. "I don't want you to go," Sloane says quietly.

"Me either, but third period we have P.E. together. So see you then," Chase starts walking backwards and eventually has to let go of Sloane's hand.

Sloane walks into the room alone. Everyone looks at her when the door slams behind her. "Hey, everyone," she tries to play it cool.

"Oh, it's Sloane," she hears someone say, and doesn't recognize the voice. It's followed by more 'oh's. How does everyone know who I am? Sloane wonders as she hands her pass to Mr. Fitz and finds an empty seat.

"Welcome to the tenth grade, Sloane," Mr. Fitz says.

"Did you skip a grade or something?" Some girl whispers to her in a rude way next to her.

Sloane glances at her and doesn't answer. She looks at the clock and guesses how much time is left of the class.

Later in P.E., everyone is running the mandatory six laps around the gym. Chase laps the girls like the rest of the guys along with Adam and Leo. Chase has now passed Sloane and Bree twice without saying anything to her. Bree's been talking, but Sloane isn't really listening. Her gym shorts keep riding up, her mouth keeps filling with spit, and her legs are aching like crazy.

"Ya know, normally, I'd run ahead of these boys and show them who's boss," Bree says with her voice so even it's like she's been standing still for the past ten minutes.

Sloane's so out of breath she can barely speak, "I hate running," she moans.

"Don't worry," Sloane says with her completely even voice although they've just finished five laps. "This is our last lap. Don't feel so sorry for yourself. It is so aggravating to walk—I mean run—this slow. You're lucky I'm nice enough to lag behind with you."

Sloane rolls her eyes even though Bree can't see her do it. They pass most of the boys and a few of jock girls sitting on the bleachers, done with their laps. "This is torture," Sloane breathes out and hopes Chase isn't watching her slowly die of exhaustion as she pushes through the last lap. There are only about four people behind her and Bree.

Bree looks at her, "I'd super speed us to the end but people would see."

Sloane waves her hand at Bree, unable to answer. They finally reach the end of their six laps, stopping with everyone else who finished minutes ago at the bleachers.

"Are you alright?" Bree asks as Sloane holds her right arm around her stomach and leans her left on Bree's shoulder.

Sloane takes a deep breath and takes her arm off of Bree, "Yes."

For the rest of the class, the boys and girls end up separated. The boys play football while the girls play volleyball on the other half of the gym. The divider isn't even up. Sloane misses the ball a total of five times in a row, and they stop passing to her after that.

At lunch, Sloane is the first at the table. Bree comes in just a couple minutes, "Sloane! I got detention."

"What for?" Sloane asks confused. "Wait, is that my shirt?"

"Yeah, sorry. But I was texting in class. That's why I got detention."

"Oh. . ." Sloane says.

"That's it?" Bree takes a seat.

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you proud of me or something?"

"You want me to be proud of you…for texting in class."

Bree inches her head forward and widens her eyes, suggesting that she does.

"Why would I be proud of you for that?"

"Because I broke the rules. I'm trying not to be so goody good. More like you."

"Why would you want to be more like me? And I wouldn't call you goody good. Remember when you told me about that one time how you snuck out when you were supposed to stay in your capsule. It was because you were late and unprepared for your mission, causing you to get exposed to that weird chemical. That, my friend, is not goody good. Plus you skipped school with me."

"Yeah, we skipped school, thanks to you. That's why you're not goody good like me."

"You're not goody good. Not to mention we just snuck out last weekend to that party. And you got totally drunk."

"You're right…" Bree slowly says.

"You're kind of the opposite of a goody good, Breebie."

"Like. . . a bad girl?"

"I guess."

"Like you?"

"I'm not a bad girl!"

"Sure you are. And you're so tough."

Chase and Adam take a seat, followed by Leo. Bree doesn't bring up the 'bad girl' thing for the rest of lunch.

As the rest of the day drags on, Sloane can't help feeling kind of sad, and she doesn't know why.

Soon after they get home, without Bree, Chase and Sloane are hanging out in the lab alone.

"Sloane, are you okay? You don't seem. . . like yourself." Chase says. "You haven't all day."

Sloane shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know, Chase. I just kind of feel sad for no reason…"

Chase doesn't say anything for a second. "Maybe you miss your foster family. When was the last time you saw them?"

Sloane shakes her head immediately, "No way. I most certainly do not miss them."

"Why?"

Sloane makes eye contact with him and gets a little mad, "They aren't even my family, Chase." She shakes her head again and looks down, "They're horrible people. And I don't have any family."

"Why were they horrible?" Chase asks carefully.

"They sure didn't care about me, for one."

"Why do you say that?" Chase pushes.

Sloane makes a face at Chase, "Don't act like they were some magazine cover family. You don't know who you're talking about. They would've let me rot in my tiny box room if they could've gotten away with it."

"Let it out, Sloane. I think it's good for you to talk about it."

"No. That's enough. Me just simply having a bad day has nothing to do with those scummy people!"

"Sloane, I think it will help—"

"No, Chase!"

"Sloane—"

"Chase! Stop, you freak! I said no!" Sloane screams, "You have no right to know anything, and I'm not telling you! I'm not telling anyone! Especially not you! As if you could even keep your mouth shut about it! You're a blabber mouth, I doubt you could keep a secret," Sloane pushes him on his shoulders. "Heck, you're such a nerd you'd probably write a freaking book on it! No!" Sloane is breathing heavily now.

Chase's eyes darken, and Sloane knows exactly what she's done at this point.

Sloane grabs his face and kisses him. She kisses him again and again, and Spike doesn't hesitate to kiss her back. Spike roughly picks her up, one hand on the back of each of Sloane's thighs. He puts her on top of the counter in the middle of the lab, and continues kissing her. Sloane puts her hands on Spike's chest, and that's when he pulls back, disoriented. Chase is back all too soon.

"What is happening?!" He shouts, confused. It all comes rushing back to him. That is, the parts before he turned into Chase. He can't ever remember what happens as Spike. He looks Sloane in the eyes, "I get it now, Sloane! You don't like me! You like Spike, don't you?!" Chase takes a step back, "It all makes sense now. . ."

"Chase," Sloane hops of the counter.

"No, Sloane. I know we just started dating, like two days ago, but it's over," Chase starts walking out.

"Chase, I don't like Spike, I like you!" Sloane rushes after him.

"I don't believe you, Sloane," Chase keeps walking.

Sloane stops in front of him and puts her hands on his shoulders. "You said you did! You said you believed me without a doubt after our first kiss. You said you believed me then!"

Chase looks away for a second, "I did then! But now I'm not so sure anymore. Explain to me why you keep purposely turning me into Spike!"

Sloane looks away this time. "It's easier," she quietly admits.

"What?!" Chase shouts exasperated.

"He doesn't care about me like you do. And I don't have to care about him. All he cares about is. . .my body, I guess. . ."

"Sloane, that doesn't make—"

"Yes it does, Chase," Sloane tries to make him understand. "He doesn't want to talk like you do. I don't want to talk about my past, Chase. I don't even want to think about it but it haunts me everyday ever since I left that stupid place! My perfect memory won't let me forget one gritty detail!" Sloane uses everything in her not to start crying. Actually talking about it instead of just thinking about her life before getting to where she is now is ten times worse. She has held back tears so many times before, she thought she was numb until now. Sloane's eyes water like crazy.

Chase grabs her and hugs her tightly. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, "Sloane, I guess I can understand that, but it doesn't make this okay."

"Chase," Sloane hugs him tighter, "I'm really sorry. I am."

"How do I know you're not going to do it again?" he starts letting go of her.

"Because," Sloane pulls back too, but doesn't let go completely, "I'm going to tell you everything."

"You don't have to do that. I know you don't want to."

"It's the only way you're going to believe me again."

Chase doesn't say anything.

"Come on," Sloane takes a seat in one of the three chairs by the counter. "Sit with me."

Chase slides the second chair closer to Sloane and slowly sits down. Sloane grabs his hand and Chase reluctantly lets her. Regardless of the circumstances, he's still mad about Sloane purposely turning him into Spike.

"Chase, before I tell you, do you promise you won't judge me?"

"Of course I won't judge you."

"Okay, um. I don't know where to start. I guess I'll start from what I first remember.."

"Don't you remember everything? With your perfect memory and all, I figured you remember stuff from day one."

"No. It's not like that. I can't really remember anything before I first got to the children's home when I was four."

"I wonder why that is," Chase says.

Sloane shrugs, "I have no idea. I don't even remember my real parents. . ."

"Really?"

"Nope. But I definitely remember everything else after that. So my foster parents . . . aren't nice people. You already know that. I moved in with them when I was five. They had one other son, he was actually biological. He was just four at the time. I don't even know why they adopted me since they had Luke. How they got me is an unanswered question as well. We lived in a small trailer with three bedrooms. Mine and Luke's were both really small, but his was bigger than mine."

"Did they treat Luke better than you?"

"Yes. . .but they treated me better than Luke did himself."

Chase's face hardened, "What did he do to you?"

"I'll get to that, just bear with me. Things started out okay at the trailer, but they were just the type of people you think seem mean before you actually know them. Ya know what I mean?"

Chase nods once.

"After the first couple weeks, they started skipping out on meals for me. When I would ask for food myself, I of course got told no and sometimes I would get in trouble for even asking. This continued for a while. Simple stuff like not getting enough to eat or drink, getting locked in my room, not being able to come along when they went to the store or places like that. I guess they were embarrassed of me. Luke was nice, though. He'd bring me snacks in my room sometimes, or hangout with me. When I was nine, I figured out that I was bionic. I didn't know I was actually bionic, but I found out about my bionic abilities. With Luke. He knew from the moment I did. The perfect memory thing, I thought it was kind of normal, but after discovering that I could walk on walls and shape shift, I figured it had something to do with the rest of my weird powers."

"Did Luke tell your foster parents?"

"Nope. He did threaten to occasionally. He wasn't always nice. Luke knew he could push me around by the time he was eight. However, once I learned how to control my bionics, he let me shapeshift into him sometimes and I could get away with a bunch of stuff I normally wouldn't be able to."

"Like what?"

"Watch TV, get my own food…"

"You weren't even allowed to watch TV?" Chase asks, shocked.

"Not usually.."

"What did you do?"

"I was normally forced to stay in my room besides school. When I did get to school."

"Why didn't you always go to school?"

"I just didn't I guess. Sometimes I would miss the bus, and it's not like they cared if I went or not. They wouldn't drive me if I missed the bus... That's how it went until the school called them when I was in seventh grade and told them I had to attend, so they bought me an alarm clock. Not that I complained, when I stayed home they'd lock me in my room until Luke got back to make sure I didn't do anything I wasn't supposed to."

"Like what?! How did you even go to the bathroom or get water or food?!"

"I didn't. . .I had to wait until Luke got home. But there was a downside to that too," Sloane's eyes get watery. Chase squeezes her hand. "He never did anything that bad, he just…"

"What?" Chase says angrily, and his grip on Sloane's hand hasn't loosened.

"He just," Sloane wipes a tear from her left eye, "touched me." Chase clenches his jaw and another tear rolls down Sloane's face. "Over my underwear but under my clothes." Sloane wipes away the tear, but another already comes. "I always told him not to, but he wouldn't stop. I didn't know what to do, because who would I tell?" Chase makes a fist in his free hand and pushes on his knee. "His parents weren't going to care or do anything. I didn't have any friends at school considering my ratty clothes and bad hygiene. . ." Sloane's crying completely now.

Chase shakes his head slowly, "I can't listen to this."

"I always considered running away but I didn't know what I would do on my own. Once I finally had enough of letting Luke push me around and stood up for myself for real, he told his parents I had weird abilities. He helped them catch me in the act of using them for proof. They called the authorities and that's when I had no choice but to run away right then and there. I was only twelve. . ."

Chase lets go of Sloane's hand and spins in his chair to hug her again. Sloane's tears fall on his shoulder.

"Wait, Chase. I'm not done."

"It can't possibly get worse," Chase closes his eyes.

Sloane pulls back out of the hug, "I had to get out of that town," she shakes her head. I ran and ran until I couldn't any longer. I hitch hiked and I walked and I ran. I did little jobs for the locals in different towns and said I was just saving up for a new bike that 'my parents' were making me pay for myself or something. I got away with it most of the time. I won't go into all the small details about what happened for my the first year and a half alone, but I do need to tell you what happened soon after I turned fourteen."

Chase doesn't feel like he can take anymore of this, but listens. Sloane's crying eases.

"I met this guy. His name was Trevor, and I think he was about nineteen, maybe twenty. He worked at the gas station, but he had a car and a place to live. I didn't really care as long as I could find providing. I ended up telling him about what happened. I left out the bionic stuff of course, and I didn't tell him the bad stuff about Luke, just the gist. He was so nice. He let me stay with him, fed me. I thought I had finally found a home for a while. But nothing lasts forever, right?" Sloane's crying gets worse again. "He wanted something in return for all the stuff he did for me. It'd been a month, and I thought I knew him. I suggested that I could clean the apartment for him, cook dinner so we could eat when he got home, but he said no. He wanted me to touch him. Ya know, bad stuff."

"Did you?!"

"I had to!" Chase looks away from her when she says so.

"Why didn't you just leave?!"

"I was terrified! You said you wouldn't judge me," Sloane gasps.

"I'm not, Sloane, I'm not," Chase says softly and looks at her again.

"He never did anything to me. I was fine. Other than the bad stuff he would just want me to sit on his lap, drink with him, stuff like that. He brought me to some of his friends' houses before, too. For parties. I guess they were some scummy people too. They always said I looked young, but Trevor told them I was sixteen and that I went to the high school. I didn't like doing stuff for him, but I had to," Sloane can't cry anymore. Her face is still puffy and red, but no tears will come out. "I had no choice. I couldn't go back on the streets. Trevor provided for me."

"So how did you end up at Dr. Evans'?"

"I ran away from Trevor one night while we were drinking. It was just the two of us that night, and he actually tried to hurt me. He was so drunk…"

"Hurt you how?" Chase asks, mad. "Hit you?"

"No," Sloane drops her head, "He wanted to touch me that time. We were both drunk but something like that sobers you up. He wouldn't let go so I hit him on the head with one of the glass bottles, hard. The bottle shattered, but he didn't have a scratch when I left. He passed out and I got out of there as fast I as I could grab my bag and go. Dr. Evans found me at a small grocery store a couple towns over. He stared at me, and it freaked me out. He told me he knew me, he even knew my name, and he knew I was bionic."

"How?"

"I don't know and he wouldn't tell me. He took me back to his house where I met his wife. He had a lab too, quite like this one, but without the capsules. He ran a few tests on me to make sure I was okay and healthy, and he called Davenport. He told me about you guys and how I would be safe here, but I didn't have high expectations. This is the best place I've ever been in my life and I don't want to ruin it by messing things up with you, Chase."

"I forgive you, Sloane. And I'm so sorry you had to go through all of those horrible things. You are such a strong person. I had no idea your past was anything like that," Chase hugs her again. "I'm going to make sure you're safe from now on. No matter what." Chase backs off and looks her in the eye, "I promise we're going to keep you safe."

Notes: I know this chapter is a little longer than normal, but I hope that's not a bad thing!:) Writing exactly what happened in Sloane's past was a little tricky. I didn't want to make it too graphic or explicit, and I think it came out pretty good. Hopefully I answered most of the things you wondered about Sloane, but there's still a bit more to come. Let me know what you think! Happy Easter :)