Note: Ivy is the only character that I was able to come up with on my own . . .the rest are not mine and were created by far more intelligent and creative people.

I know, I know. It's been a while. But hey, better late then never, right . . .r-right? . . .Oh, whatever! The point is, I have another chapter done.

School is almost over-

Does Happy Dance

-so there's a good chance that I will have more posted in a shorter amount of time. I guess I'm still into this fic, otherwise I would have moved on to another one by now. But then I realized that in order for me to do that, I'd have to finish this one first, that way my next one will make a little more sense.

Oh yeah, that's right . . .a sequel may already be in the making . . .just try and stop me!

Muahahahaha!!!

Ahem . . .Anywho, on with the show . . .er, story . . .whatever.

My One and only: A Cyberspace Story

By Dramaqueen-8.0

Chapter 4: The Heartfelt Confession

It turns out that Ivy and The Wicked Witch hit it off fairly well that morning that she had come over to give Hacker, Buzz and Delete a lesson in how to take care of a small child . . .and a girl at that.

The next week and a half would prove to be extremely brutal, as the witch was determined to teach the three male figures in Ivy's life everything she knew about child care, which didn't really consist of a whole lot, just the basics.

This included things like clothing, feeding, personal hygiene, and above all else, safety. Out of the little bits and pieces that she did know about children, her number one concern at the moment was child-proofing the Grim Wreaker. She would begin first with getting rid of any dangerous equipment, and knowing Hacker, with his plans of mass destruction, the entire ship was one big deathtrap.

In order for her to accomplish this feat, she would have to endure an endless array of disapproval from Hacker, who had no intention of throwing out any of his failed experiments, as he was a bit of a pack rat. This did not bode too well with Wicked, as it would only lead to another argument about how she was "the boss". . .

This shut him up every time.

Finally, after much complaining from Hacker, all of the inventions were eventually placed into the farthest part of the ship's docking area; a large broom closet. After that nascence would be taken care of, the rest of the week was dedicated to learning about the best way to take care of a five year old . . .and a bath was first on the list.

And with Wicked being the only woman, she would take care of that one . . .

"Come on, Deeds, hold up yer end, will ya!"

Buzz struggled to hold up his half of the heavy object. He was doing his best to keep a good grip on it.

"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!" Delete whined, trying to step in unison with the other robot. "Aren't we there yet? This thing is gettin' heavy!"

"Yeah," he grunted, looking up ahead. "Just a few more feet and-"

Before he could finish, Delete's sweaty palms had given in to the weight of the large magnet, causing it to land near Buzz, narrowly missing him.

"Woah!" The stout robot jumped in surprise as the large piece of machinery landed on the metallic floor, emitting a loud THUD.

"Oops," Delete laughed feebly. "Sorry."

"Geez, Delete, watch what yer doin'! Ya coulda' killed me!" He threw his arms up in anger.

"I said I was sorry!" whined Delete, placing his hands in the center of his back. "My back is killin' me, Buzzie! Can't we take a break? We've been hauling the boss' old stuff all day today AND yesterday!"

"No!" Buzz went to pick up his end of the magnet again. "Besides, dis' is da' last one. We can take a break AFTER we get it in da' closet with da' others . . .okay?"

Delete sighed in defeat. "Okay."

He picks up his half of the experiment, trudging along with Buzz in the lead.

Delete grunted. "Hey, Buzzie? How come the boss ain't carryin' any of this stuff?"

"Because, Delete," Buzz responded, as if he were talking to a child. "Hacker hurt himself da' last time he'd lifted too much. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Delete then focused his attention on the task at hand, as he was about to drop it again.

Once they had reached the open closet and managed to shove the overly large magnet in with the other pieces of machinery, they both then did their best to jam the door closed, locking it after it was finally shut properly.

Buzz slapped his hands together, knowing that their task for the day was done. He then grinned.

"Besides, da' boss has his own problems ta' worry about . . ."

Buzz looked up at Delete rather slyly, while the taller robot returned the look with a similar expression. They began to snicker uncontrollably at the thought of what Hacker's job was . . .

"This is ridiculous . . .I'm an evil genius, not a home maker!"

Hacker continued to grumble under his breath, hoping Wicked didn't hear him. He was already in enough hot water as it is. But despite his attempts at secrecy, she could hear him just fine.

"You don't have to be a genius to take care of a child, Hacker!" She snapped over her shoulder, not wanting to take her attention away from the large box in front of her, filled with toys, stuffed animals and other assorted dolls from the site Happily Ever After.

She'd been sorting through them, looking for the ones that weren't too "cutsy" . . .this, obviously, was Hacker's request.

"Now stop complaining and finish putting that doll house together."

Hacker glared over in her direction, wanting more than anything to start yelling at her for assigning him this particular task. Instead, he merely grunted in response, turning back toward the half-finished doll house in front of him.

Before he continued working on it, he took off his cape, throwing it over a nearby chair. He then rolled up his sleeves, kneeling down to the same level as the small play house.

There was a minute or two of silence between them before Wicked finally broke it.

"Speaking of 'evil genius', Hacker . . .does Ivy know about your, 'reputation'?"

Hacker froze, almost dropping the hammer he'd been using. He stood up again, turning around to face her. "Well, umm, I might have, uh . . ." He did his best not to fidget while trying to think of the best way to lie through the awkward question, since he had obviously failed to mention to the girl his "profession".

But this would prove to be rather difficult, as she continued to stare him down, seeing right through him even before he could begin lying to her. When it came to dealing with The Hacker, she had developed a knack for intimidating him when he was lying.

Despite the pressure he could feel building up, he decided to stick to the story in mind.

He puffed up, trying to sound insulted. "Of course she knows! She is my heir, after all. Why shouldn't she know?" He rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if the answer were obvious. However, he turned quickly back around to continue working on the child's toy, so as to avoid eye contact.

"Uh-huh," responded the witch rather dully. She wasn't buying it.

She doubted that the child would know anything about what her father did for a living. If she did, then she would have noticed a difference in the girl's behavior, as Hacker's "job" wasn't exactly something that someone as young and innocent as Ivy would be able to understand.

Wicked found it hard to believe that The Hacker could turn down an opportunity to boast about being the Scourge of Cyberspace . . .but this particular situation, she had decided, didn't exactly scream out opportunity for him to brag about the position . . .

After eyeing the back of the cyborg for quite some time, she broke the silence again.

"When are you going to tell her, Hacker?"

This caused the robotic villain to cringe, bringing his hammering to a halt, as Wicked had sounded both stern and serious in asking this question. He had hoped to avoid the issue.

After a few seconds of thought, he finally responded without facing her. "I will . . .just, not until she's ready." With that said, he continued working on the task at hand, hoping she wouldn't press the matter further.

Wicked now stood facing him, hands on her hips. "Ready? Hacker, if you don't tell her now, she'll eventually find out on her own. It's best if she hears it from you . . . or would you prefer it if she heard it from one of the billions of Cyberspace citizens? You know, the ones who are fully aware of your attempts at dominating-"

Hacker stopped hammering. Instead he stood up suddenly, turning towards her. "She doesn't need to know! Not yet!"

He stopped, glancing over at the open doorway, not wanting anyone to hear him. He approached Wicked, abandoning his tool on the table to his left. He then continued, trying to calm himself, his voice a considerable amount lower.

"Wicked, I just don't think she should know about all that yet. Something's telling me that I need to give it more, well, time, I suppose."

Wicked looks up at him, now very much frustrated. She has finally become fed up with his strange behavior. "Hacker, what is going on with you?! You've been acting strange ever since you'd asked for my help!"

Hacker is silent for what seems like an eternity. He sighs deeply, glancing over at the door again, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he finally comes clean . . .

"I . . .I don't understand it, Wicked! A few weeks ago, I was convinced that I was invincible, that nothing could stop me!"

The witch now noticed his constant glances at the open doorway. She goes over to it, shutting it tightly.

Hacker began to pace around the room, somewhat relieved that he was getting all of this off his chest. "But when I injured my leg during my last plan, something inside of my programming finally clicked . . .for the first time in my life, I realized that I WASN'T invincible! That I wasn't going to live forever!"

Wicked chortled, muttering under her breath. "It took you this long AND one pulled muscle to figure that out?"

Hacker, not really hearing her, continued. "After I had come to this realization, I knew that I had to come up with a way to live forever. If not in body, then in mind. I knew that if I should succeed in taking over Cyberspace, then I needed to find a way to guarantee THAT ruling for many years to come, even after . . .d-death." Hacker almost wasn't able to say this last part without choking on it first.

Wicked had noticed this. She began to feel a little sorry for him, despite the fact that she was still angry with him. As much as she couldn't stand him on some occasions, she just couldn't picture a cyberworld without him . . .

She took a step forward. "Go on."

Hacker takes a deep breath. "Well, when the thought of creating an heir had occurred to me, I didn't see a problem with producing a young man as my son. But that's just it, Wicked! A son . . .in his twenties . . .and look what I end up with!"

He gestures a hand toward the closed door. "A little girl!" He begins to pace again. "At first, I was furious with how flawed my plan had become, but . . ."

He stops pacing, now speaking more to himself than to Wicked. " . . .her eyes. The first time I looked into those green eyes, I knew that . . .that she was, MY little girl . . .my daughter . . ."

Hacker glances into the corner of the room, looking over the small bed that currently occupied it.

He grinned. "My Ivy . . ."

Wicked's jaw had dropped at the sight of his expression. She was speechless. She didn't know whether she should tell him to shut up and snap out of it, or scream. She was used to Hacker being arrogant and selfish, so naturally, this was a bit of a shock for her . . .or anyone, for that matter!

That's when the realization of the touching moment finally occurred to her . . . Hacker was expressing compassion . . . for another person.

She shook her head, trying to clear it, hoping to understand what in the world was going on. She looked behind her, locating a chair. She pulled it towards her, sitting down slowly, as one would do if they're about to be sick.

At that moment, Hacker had snapped back to reality, noticing his listener sitting down. "Wicked, are you all right? You look, uh, pale." He didn't know why he was even asking. He knew exactly what was wrong.

Eventually, she was able to look him in the eyes without getting an urge to throw up. "Hacker? You mean to tell me that you actually, care, about her . . .? As in, like . . .a father cares?!"

Hacker exhaled deeply, turning away from her, a bit ashamed by the sudden conversation. He hadn't wanted anyone to find out about this. Especially those who he considered to be just as evil as he was on some levels.

He went over to the window, placing his hand on the wall so as to have something to lean on. If someone did learn about his feelings for the girl, he was glad it would be The Wicked Witch, rather than one of his enemies.

Wicked just continued to watch him in silence, both shocked and amazed at the same time, not really wanting him to answer her question. But what he was about to say next would be going against all that a villain stands for, when it came to acquiring immortality through another generation.

The cyborg sighed again, massaging to pressure points between his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. This wasn't easy, but he had to tell someone . . .

"I know this doesn't make any sense, Wicked, but . . .I don't want her to, to turn out like . . .me."

This seemed to grab the woman's attention. She raised an eyebrow, not completely understanding. "What do you mean?"

He turns to face her now, somewhat annoyed that he has to keep explaining himself. "What I mean is, is that, well . . .she deserves better than this! She's too innocent to be evil! You've seen how happy she is all the time . . .I just don't want to take that away from her, is all." He was running out of ways to describe his situation. He already felt like enough of a weakling as it is!

Wicked shook her head in amazement, finally able to share her opinion. "Hacker, what are you talking about?" She went and stood at his side. "You are a GREAT father, as much as you and I probably both hate to admit it, you are!"

She places a hand on his shoulder. "Look at all that you've done for her. You've given Ivy her own room, nice clothes, books to read . . . you've even degraded yourself by building her a doll house, for God's sake!"

This last part seemed to lighten some of the tension in the air, as Hacker had nodded upon hearing the remark. Once she thought it all right to proceed, she did.

"Not only that, but you contacted ME, of all people, for help! Now, if you were a bad father, do you think you still would have done all of this for her . . .including calling me, despite what happened back on Pompadoria?"

Hacker winced, remembering how he had abandoned her at the alter. He had no idea how upset she had been after that. But he still had a pretty good idea . . .

He turned to face her again, taken aback by her look of sympathy. It wasn't something he usually got from anyone. When you've developed a reputation as the most hated person in Cyberspace, you don't see it very often. He sighs, making a bold move by taking her hand, speaking quietly. "Wicked?"

Wicked looks down at her hand in his, surprised by his display of affection. He'd taken her by the hand before, but this was different somehow, as it was gentler than what she was used to. But when she glances up at him again, she sees something unexpected in his eyes, something she'd never seen them display. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but he definitely hadn't displayed it before. For a moment, she thinks it might be sadness. But the longer she looks into them, she sees it's not that, but somethig entirely different.

Was it actually possible for The Hacker to express . . . adoration?

Hacker clears his throat. "I, think we need to talk about what happened-"

Before he can finish, the two of them hear a faint, but audible scream;

"Daddy?!"

The two adults paused, looking at the doorway. They then went wide-eyed, looking at each other in unison.

"Ivy!"

They'd just realized that they hadn't seen her for quite some time . . .

Ivy ran down the hallway, scanning each room as she went past it, looking for her father. She had just finished putting on a light blue Spring dress that she wanted to show him. Not only that, but she hadn't seen him for quite some time, as she'd been playing on his computer, or just watching television. Since there hadn't been anything of interest for someone of her age group, she instead went to try on one of the outfits that Wicked had brought for her.

"Daddy?!"

Since it had been a while since she'd seen him, she had become worried. So naturally, there were traces of fear in her small voice.

She suddenly screeched to a halt, considering something. She snapped her little fingers as a thought occurred to her.

"THE Hacker!" She then listened to the silence of the Grim Wreaker . . .

But still, no response.

"Huh . . ." She continued walking down the long hallway, scratching her head in confusion.

"Where is he?" Ivy looked through each room, now somewhat aggravated at her absent father.

She was about to call out for him again, when she heard footsteps coming in her direction. She squinted through the darkness, barely making out two shapes. They seemed to be running. One of them omitted a voice:

"Ivy!"

She smiled, throwing her arms open. "There you are!"

Hacker was at a full sprint, with Wicked falling behind.

Once he had reached the girl, he knelt down to her level, grasping her by the arms. He was looking her over frantically, thinking that she might be mortally injured. While doing so, he threw questions at her.

"Are you all right? What happened? Did you hurt yourself?" He then looked angrily down the hall. "Did Buzz and Delete do something?" He looked back at Ivy, worried again. "Tell me what happened!"

Ivy just looked at him with wide eyes. After a moment of silence, she slowly responded. "Nothing happened . . .I was just wonderin' where you were. . ."

Hacker just looked on at her, stuttering a few times, until it finally dawned on him that she was just fine.

Ivy giggled at him. "Yer funny, Daddy." She spun in a little circle. "Like my dress?"

Wicked sighed in relief, thankful that she was all right. She panted a few times, so as to catch her breath "It's very pretty on you, Dear."

She obviously hadn't freaked out like Hacker, but she was still a little worried. She then turned, heading slowly back down the hall toward Ivy's room to finish unpacking a few things, deciding it wasn't best to continue their conversation just yet.

Hacker breathed a sigh of relief as he stood back up. He then approached the nearest wall, leaning his back onto its cold, metal surface. He then slid down the wall until he was seated on the floor, his eyes closed as he caught his breath.

Ivy cocked her head to one side, now concerned for her father. "Are you okay?" She went to stand at his side, placing her small hands on his arm, which was rested atop his propped up leg.

He opened one eye, lifting his head up slightly. "What? Oh, yes. I'm fine . . .! Never been better!" He was obviously being sarcastic. "Don't you worry about me . . .hey, nice dress." He brought his head back down on the metallic wall, creating a light THUD.

"Umm . . .okay." With each passing day, Ivy thought her father to be weirder and weirder.

She then raised an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. "Are you having a heart attack or somethin'?"

Hacker looked at her in silence before finally giving a chuckle. "No, my dear, I'm not having a heart attack." He then muttered under his breath, "an ulcer, maybe . . ."

The girl still didn't believe him. "Ya know, if yer getting sick, you should see a doctor."

She then took him by the hand, trying to pull him back up onto his feet. "Come on, you should go take a nap…then I can call the doctor! and he can come over and make you all better. . .then you won't be so weird!"

"I'm all right, Ivy, really." Despite his protesting, she had gotten him to stand up and was pulling him down the hallway to his room. "I only need to sit down for a moment, then I'll be just fine. There's no need for a doctor."

"Nuh-uh! You go take a nap while I call Doctor Marble!"

Hacker sighed, exasperated. "Ivy, I'm all . . . WAIT!!"

He froze in place, realizing what he just heard. He bent down, picking Ivy up off of the ground, bringing her up to his level. He then spoke through gritted teeth, rather panicked.

"Ivy, how do you know about Doctor Marbles?!"

"Oh, it's 'Marbles'? I thought it was just 'Marble'!" Ivy laughed. She then looked up at her father again, only to find an entirely different expression. Ivy, who now saw the look in her father's eyes, had become suddenly frightened.

She gasped. "Daddy . . .?"

Hacker spoke more slowly and calmly this time, so as not to scare her any further. "Ivy . . .how do you know about Doctor Marbles?"

She wasn't sure how she should answer, thinking that whatever she said would get her in trouble.

"Umm . . ." She bit her bottom lip, still a bit uneasy as to the what she was about to say. "Well, I was just watching TV, and, the news came on, and the news man was talkin' to this guy with a light bulb for a head, and the news man said his name was Doctor Marbles-"

Half way through this little confession of hers, Hacker had placed her back down onto the floor, sighing in relief once again, as he'd had the impression that Motherboard and the kids had found out about Ivy.

"Oh . . .television . . .of course," he laughed nervously, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead. "That explains it."

Ivy looked up at him, ready to cry. "But I changed the channel right after that cos' it was boring . . .I swear!" She sniffed a few times, followed by whimpering. "Please don't be mad . . ."

"Oh no." This was breaking his heart . . .if he had one, that is.

The fatherly reflexes kicked in as he bent down to pick her up again. But this time he held her close to him, so as to comfort her.

"No, no! It's all right! I'm not mad!" He was doing his best to calm her down, but to be honest, he didn't have a clue as to what he was doing. The entire time that she'd been living there, he had yet to see her shed a tear. So this was a first, seeing as how he'd never comforted anyone before.

Ivy looked up at him, rubbing the tears out of her left eye. "Yer not?"

"Of course not," he said softly. He raised his free hand up to her right cheek, wiping away a few tears. "I was just, uh . . .concerned, is all." He couldn't think of a way to explain how he had acted. Especially without giving away bits of information that he felt needed to be kept under wraps for the time being.

"Oh . . .o-okay." She sniffed a couple of times. "Sorry I made you concern-a-did."

"Ah, don't worry about it." He waved a hand, indicating that it wasn't really important.

He set her down, kneeling in front of her. "Hey . . .why don't you go to your room, and you can help Wicked pick out all the good toys . . .okay?"

This brought a big smile to Ivy's face. "Okay!"

"Okay then!" He stood back up to his full height. "You'd better hurry up, or she'll think that you don't want any of them and take them all back to Happily Ever After!"

Ivy gasped. "Oh no!"

She started to make her way down the hall to her room, when she stopped and turned around, going back over to Hacker. She reached a hand up and tugged at his white shirt.

He knelt down again . . .His back would be killing him tomorrow!

"What is it?"

Without a word she embraced him in a hug. He was surprised . . .but for only a moment, as he was getting used to it.

"Thanks, Daddy."

He embraces her right back. "You're welcome, Kiddo . . .You're welcome."

"I love you."

Hacker sighed happily after hearing this. "I love you, too, Ivy . . ."

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally releases her grip, heading into the direction of her room at a sprint.

Hacker watches her go with a smile, getting back onto his feet.

He soon shakes his head, turning in the opposite direction.

"I'd better watch it . . .or that kid's gonna have me softened up before I know it!"

Hacker chuckles lightly before heading in the direction of the control room, in search of Buzz and Delete. Since he hadn't seen them for a while either, he assumed they were just lazing about somewhere.

But in reality, they we're a lot closer than the cyborg had thought.

In fact, they were a little too close . . .

Buzz and Delete had been just ten feet away from Hacker and Ivy . . .and had witnessed the whole thing.

They were left dumb-struck, as the two had gone their separate ways; Ivy to her room, and their employer was most likely in search of the two assistants.

Although they had been hidden to begin with, they still ducked further out of site when Hacker had walked right by them, totally unaware of their presence. Once their boss had turned a corner, walking down a different hallway, they finally felt that it was safe to come out from hiding.

Buzz looked after Hacker, who was now out of site. He was too horrified to say anything. Delete, on the other hand, doesn't know the meaning of the word "speechless" . . .

"Wow . . . the boss . . .? Lovin' someone . . .?" He then clasped his hands together. "Awww! How cute!!"

"Shh!! Quiet Deeds! He might hear ya!" Buzz looked around anxiously, hoping that there was no one else around. "And no, it's not 'cute'! It's bad! Very, very bad!"

Delete lowered his hands to his sides, giving his brother a look of confusion. "Bad? Why is it bad?"

"Because! Dis' is Hacker we're talkin' about here! He's not supposed ta' care, remember?"

"But . . . but Buzzie!? She's his daughter! He had to have feelings for her sooner or later!"

"Of course he had to! But 'tink about what might happen if an enemy of Hacker's knew about 'dis . . . ya know, cos' not only does he care about 'dat kid . . . he has ta' love her!" He slapped himself on the forehead from the frustration that he was developing from his confusion. "Dats' what's so bad about it!"

Delete was quiet for a moment, before finally putting all of the pieces together. "Oooh . . .NOW I get it . . ." He turns toward Buzz. "But what do we do about it? I mean, it's not like we can make him stop caring about her! Can we?"

Buzz had gone over to the corner in which Hacker disappeared around, checking to see if they were totally alone. When he was satisfied, he turned, facing Delete. "Well, no! We can't do 'dat! Besides, if 'dere was a way ta' do it, 'dat would be too horrible ta' do ta' someone . . .even Hacker!"

Buzz started walking in the direction of the kitchen. All this talk about love was making him hungry. Delete followed closely behind, scratching his head.

"So, what can we do?"

"I don't know, DeeDee . . .I just don't know . . ."

Neither one of them spoke until they had reached the kitchen. Delete took his usual seat at the table, while Buzz got out a box of doughnuts.

"Well, do ya think we should tell the boss . . .or do ya think he already knows?" Delete asked, propping his head up on his hands.

Buzz had finally managed to climb up onto his chair. "He probably knows." He reached into the box, pulling out a cake doughnut. "In fact, maybe I'm overreactin' about 'dis'. Chances are, da' boss has all 'dis figured out all ready!"

He took a bite of the pastry, chewing three times, then swallowing. He then laughs at his paranoia from earlier. "Oh yeah . . . 'dere probably ain't nothin' ta' worry about, Deeds. I mean, 'dere are hardly any people who know about Ivy anyway!"

"Yeah!" Delete sat up all the way, agreeing with his brother. He then started to count on his fingers, thinking of how many people actually did know about the girl. "There's, uh, well, the boss . . .and then there's The Wicked Witch . . .then . . .you and me . . ." He places his hand down on the table, beginning to look somewhat concerned about the issue. "That's pretty much it."

Buzz throws the rest of his doughnut into his mouth, consuming the entire thing with one bite. "Yep," he managed to say after swallowing. " 'Dats it." He opened the box in front of him all the way, revealing the two remaining doughnuts inside.

After taking one for himself, he offers the box over to Delete. "Hey, 'dere's one left. Ya want it?" He then notices Delete's serious expression. "Deeds? You okay?"

Delete suddenly snapped back into reality. "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about somethin', is all . . ."

"About what?" asked the stout robot, taking a bite of his second doughnut, chewing slower this time, as it was the last one.

Delete shrugged. "Oh, just Motherboard, Doctor Marbles, Digit . . .ya know, the usual list of people . . ."

"Yeah?" He swallowed, taking another big bite. "What about 'em?"

Delete rubbed the back of his neck. "Well . . .what if they somehow find out about Ivy . . .? I mean, do ya think they would do anything?"

Buzz had to laugh at his younger brother. "Like what?!"

"I don't know! Maybe . . .maybe they'd take her away or, somethin' like that!"

He then gasped.

"Oh no! That would break the boss' heart . . .! Well . . .if he has one . . .but you know what I mean, right?"

"Deeds . . ." Buzz sighed, shaking his head. "It's like I said. We're probably overreactin' about 'dis whole 'ting!" He leaned back into a comfortable position. "Everyting's gonna be fine."

This time it was Delete's turn to sigh. "If you say so, Buzzie . . ."

He then reached into the doughnut box, taking his share of the spoils, thinking that his brother was probably right.

It wasn't like anyone else would be witnessing Hacker's soft side . . .

To be continued . . .

Well, there's another chapter down. The next one will focus on the Cybersquad (Yippee!!)

Oh, and don't worry . . .Hacker will be evil sometime during this story. After all, it REALLY wouldn't be a Cyberchase fic if Hacker wasn't evil!! He'll toughen up here pretty soon . . .just have some patience!

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