Chase was frozen and silent as the train rushed by, and as his friends came to him, and as they discovered Skylar's injured state. He silently helped them load the two girls into the Daven-car, silently got into the car, and silently drove back to the penthouse.

To Oliver and Kaz, who were in the car, Chase was in a very concentrated, solemn mood. But to anyone on the street, he was an unfocused madman who had no respect for speeding laws.

Chase didn't care; he couldn't think of laws or traffic lights right now. All he could think about was the two unconscious girls in the back of the car, and how he was personally responsible for both of their immobilized states.

They rushed home at top speed, and were met by a just as anxious Mr. Davenport, who had come as quickly as he could after getting a frantic call from Kaz.

The girls were transported down into mission control, where Davenport had set up a few hospital cots for them to be set on. He quickly hooked Bree up to a monitor and set Kaz to cleaning her wounds before he got to work on Skylar. When Chase showed him the wound on the back of Skylar's neck, his 'flawless' face turned an unsettling shade of green. He quickly got to work on her lifeless body, but was constantly hounded on both sides by either Oliver or Chase, both who were trying their best to help, but were really just proving the old saying of 'too many cooks spoil the broth'.

Finally, Mr. Davenport sent them both upstairs, and ordered them not to come down until he said they could. Kaz was allowed to stay, since he was 'the least annoying of the three at the current moment,' as Mr. Davenport put it.

Then, he turned his attention back to the greatly damaged Calderian girl.

/

Skylar awoke to the steady beeping of hospital equipment. She gently opened her eyes, and then quickly winced as the light shocked her optical rhodopsin, which had become accustomed to the darkness provided by her closed eyelids.

She turned her head around to survey the room she was in. It took her a moment to recognize that she was laying on a cot in mission control. She saw a similar cot beside her with the same equipment around it; but that one was empty. Whoever had been there had obviously recovered and left. There seemed to be no one else in the room besides herself. Skylar thought carefully, trying to remember what had happened that had put her into such a helpless position, but she could not recall to memory the events leading to her current situation.

She heard a shuffling noise behind her, and Mr. Davenport stepped up to the side of her bed. She had not noticed him before because he was standing out of her line of vision, up by her head.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, a concerned look with just a hint of green shadowing his face.

"I'm okay, I guess," answered Skylar. "What happened?"

Mr. Davenport pulled up a swirling chair to the side of the bed and sat down before answering. "The official answer, that is, what I'm telling the other team members, is that you hit the back of your neck against a rock and damaged your cerebral cortex; causing you to pass out. This would make you extremely weak, and give you a recovery time of about three weeks, which matches up pretty accurately to what actually occurred."

"And what actually occurred was-" Skylar prompted him, desperate for the truth, but fearing it all the same.

"What actually happened is that you didn't hurt your spinal cord at all because it was protected by your chip, which is was took most of the shock from your hit against rock."

Skylar gasped. Did this mean that her bionics were gone? Was she going to have to leave the team now that she had no hope of having powers again? Her extreme concerns must have shown on her face, because Mr. Davenport quickly stepped in to answer her questions before they were asked.

"Don't worry, nothing serious occurred, and I managed to download some repair programs which will have it back in full working order in about three weeks; but you will need to be careful using your powers until then."

"Oh, good," said Skylar, her low voice filled with a deep sentiment of thankfulness.

"Yes, good for your chip, but still not good for you." Mr. Davenport's concerned look quickly gave way to one of anger. "What were you thinking? For goodness sake, I give you a position on this team, and in just a few missions you mange to practically reveal the true source of your powers to the rest of the team! You promised me that wasn't going to happen; which is why I allowed you to continue on with your little identity charade."

"I'm sorry!" exclaimed Skylar. "I didn't have a choice! Someone needed to clear the path for that train or else people would have died! It got through, didn't it?"

"Yes it did, and you did a very good job in regards to the mission; but that's not the point. The point is that your team trusts you now. Did you hear me? They're your team. They love you and risk their lives for you, and you repay them by keeping all of these secrets from them; or very poorly try to keep them, at least. At this rate, they will learn everything about you and your abilities; and they will never trust you again!"

Skylar felt his words hit her harder then the rock that had damaged her chip. The idea of her team, whom she had grown to love and appreciate, turning on her made her shiver a little. She didn't want to do anything to hurt them; but she felt that if she told them the truth about herself, that's exactly what it would do. Firstly, Oliver and Kaz would be upset that she had lied to them for the past two years that she had known them, Bree would be mad when she realized her alien 'sister' was actually the very one who had exposed her and her brothers to the world and then tried to killed them so long ago, and Chase…..for some reason the thought of disappointing her ex-mission leader scared Skylar most of all. He was the smartest one here, and she felt a connection to him somehow; they both were on the road to discovering what their incredible gifts could do in order to succeeded. Skylar couldn't begin to imagine the look of disappointment which was sure to appear on Chase's face if he discovered she was lying.

"What do I do?" she asked quietly.

Mr. Davenport sighed. "You need to make a decision; you can either tell them about your chip now, or stay silent for the rest of your time with this team. It's now or never to reveal your true identity, or it will be too late and the shock the team will receive from the discovery will push them so far away from you that it will be nearly impossible to gain their trust again. You need to make a choice."

As he finished speaking, the elevator opened and out stepped Chase.

"Hey Skylar, you're awake!" Chase ran up and gave her a friendly hug, careful not to hurt her neck. When he pulled away, he inspected her face carefully. "Are you okay?"

Skylar hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "Yes," she said. "I'm fine, Mr. Davenport just says I hit my spinal cord and will be recuperating for about three weeks, but I should be perfectly fine then."

Chase nodded. "Okay, that's good to hear."

Skylar nodded.

"Well then," said Chase. "You want to come upstairs? Everyone's anxious about you, and Oliver's been pacing ever since we left."

Skylar nodded. She gingerly stepped out of the bed. Chase led the way to the elevator. Right before stepping in, she looked back at Mr. Davenport. He shook his head at her, a warning look taking over his features.

Skylar forced herself to look away from his cautioning face. She had already had to reveal her true identity to Davenport when he administered medical support to her and Kaz and Oliver.

But she would tell no one else. She had made her decision. Now she needed to do everything she could to keep the others from discovering who she really was.