"Welcome to Sky Hi…" Ron was cut off as Lash grabbed his hat and gave it to his partner Speed.

"Hey, big boy. Where's your hat? Hey, where's your hat?" Lash taunted as Speed ran in a blur around the area with the hat.

"If you're not gonna respect me, at least respect the hat!"

"Oh, pff!" Lash scoffed, rolling his eyes at the thought.

"Guys. Guys, come on. Give Ron his hat back." Lash looked to be considering it for a moment before sneering and shaking his head. Chandra had had just about enough. She caused speed to twist an ankle when he entered the grass near the bus. He collapsed on the ground, howling in pain. So maybe she had sprained his ankle. He deserved it.

She walked up to him, feigning cautiousness, and grabbed the hat, handing it back to Ron. Lash rushed up to Speed and checked the groaning boy's ankle. "How did this happen?" he wondered aloud. "Speed has never injured himself running before. His reflexes are too fast for such an injury. At least, I thought they were." He had trailed off, looking contemplatively around for someone who had obviously been using their powers. He caught a sparkle of defiance in Chandra's eyes, and a flash of silver so quick he wasn't sure if he hadn't imagined it. "Chandra!" he called as Speed continued to groan in agony. "You have healing powers." She looked startled that he knew that. He closed his eyes as if gathering courage. "Would you heal him?"

The rest of the students parted around her as she stepped forward angrily. "Why should I?" Lash was startled by the pure venom dripping from her voice.

"What do you mean?" Lash seemed genuinely confused. "You're a hero. Why wouldn't you heal someone who was injured?" Just like that, everyone was staring at the girl, who, as opposed to being furious at being backed into a corner, was shocked that he had called her a hero.

"Don't you mean 'sidekick'?"

He shook his head. "No. Your power is awesome. There are a lot of things you can heal without being able to heal major injuries. There's still a lot of pain you can take out of the world. "Fine," she muttered. "I'll heal your friend."

Lash looked relieved.

"But let's get one thing straight," Chandra continued. "You have to lay off my friends, that includes Ron, Will, Ethan, Zach, Layla, and Magenta. Other sidekicks…what have they done for me? I would ask you to stop bullying them, but I know you wouldn't. So stop bullying my friends and I'll heal your friend. K?" Lash nodded. "Oh, and one more thing, if I ever catch you breaking your promise, that goes for Speed too, then I will not heal you no matter how much your next injury hurts."

With that, Chandra knelt beside Speed, put her hand on his ankle, and healed him, causing a glowing green light to spread from his ankle until he stopped groaning in pain. He looked at her, gratefulness in his eyes. For a moment she felt guilt, but she shoved it away. Her aim hadn't been manipulation, but it had gotten her friends a reprieve, and she felt a warm feeling in her chest as she thought of how she had helped her friends. She stood abruptly, nodded at Lash and Speed, and then looked back at the crowd of sidekicks behind her. They looked shocked. Whether it was at her actions or at the fact that the bullies had agreed to lay off their favorite targets or, perhaps, at the venom in her voice when she had initially refused to heal the boy still sitting on the ground, getting over his shock.

She walked off, ignoring the stares as she walked to her first class. Warren had, again, seen the whole thing. This just added to his growing pile of evidence that she had more layers under the surface than an onion. And he wanted to peel back every layer until he reached the center. There was more to her than caught the eye.

"Over here!" Zach called at lunch. "Saved you a seat!"

"And I saved you a pudding!" Ethan called.

Chandra could see Speed eyeing the cup of pudding, but upon catching her gaze, he turned away and sped to Lash. Will was walking towards them when one of the clone girls, a version of the girl Penny, bumped into him, causing him to spill his lunch on Warren as he fell to the ground. Warren stood angrily.

Will was terrified.

"Uh…sorry."

"You will be," Warren threatened.

"Let's not do this."

"Yeah," Chandra added, "do you really want to do Penny's dirty work? She obviously was hoping you'd attack him."

Warren paused, but his attention snapped back to Will when the powerless boy said "I'm sorry my dad put your dad in jail, but…"

Well. It was official, Will had the social skills of a turnip. He didn't know where the lines were. Chandra sighed, and Warren looked at her. "I suppose there's no chance of stopping you now?"

He grinned wildly, shocking the crowd watching. "You know it." He raised his hands as if to ignite, but paused when she raised a finger. "Just minor injuries. I can't heal bigger ones." She looked at Will. "That goes for both of you, should you somehow manage to injure him." Both Will and Warren looked at her incredulously. Warren already knew the truth and Will questioned whether she was serious.

Warren roared as he powered up, flames rising from his spread arms and shoulders.

"Fight, fight, fight!" the crowd chanted.

"Mr. Boy, do something!" Layla cried as Warren threw a fireball at Will, melting his now empty lunch tray that he used as a shield.

"I'm on it!" He threw down his cup and went running through the hallway looking for someone more powerful than him to break up the fight, perhaps Principal Powers based on his screams.

Will scrambled beneath the line of tables in an attempt to avoid the flames. Warren threw the fireballs to his sides, corralling him to the end of the chain of tables. "Where are your sidekicks, sidekick?"

"Now that hurt," Chandra broke in. She feigned hurt and clutched her chest as if she had stabbed him. He grinned at her then turned to the other sidekicks, who had vacated to the edges of the room while Chandra had remained seated at the table. They couldn't see his grin, and Will, nor anyone but Chandra, knew that the fight had stopped.

"Right here!" Zach shouted. Chandra raised an eyebrow.

"Zach…"

"Leave. Them. Alone!" Will grunted as he lifted the table with Warren still on it above his head. Chandra clapped! "Go, Will! You got your powers! You got super strength!" she came back to herself. "Now put the table down…" Will threw the table at the wall and Warren went flying into a column. "...gently."

Warren, now angry again, shouted "Stronghold!" and attacked again. Chandra, with her sensitivity to pain and injuries in others, was able to tell that Warren was favoring the right side of his chest, at least a bruised rib, maybe broken. He ran at Will, his anger overpowering his pain. And Will punched him through a wall without really trying.

He picked himself up and shouted, "Think I can't take a hit!" Chandra knew that if he attacked again his now definitely broken rib might pierce an organ. There was no way she could heal him without being revealed if he collapsed. Warren gasped and clutched his chest. "Warren!" Chandra called, running up to him. Standing that close, he was a good head taller than her, so she grabbed at his shoulders above her and said, "Please! Stop fighting! You've already broken a rib and you might puncture your lungs! Or your heart! Do you realize that either of them would kill you in less than a minute?!" She was screaming by now. Warren was shocked. He hadn't realized the pain in him was anything more than bruising, but as his anger calmed, he realized he was in a lot more pain than he thought.

The cafeteria had gone silent. Will came up behind her, "How do you know him?" he asked gently.

"Will!" she reprimanded, "Do I have to know him personally to not want him to accidentally kill himself?! You say that as if I should only care if I've met him! What kind of a hero mindset is that?!" Will winced as if she had punched him and stuttered out an apology.

Chandra calmed herself. "Look, Will." Will look up, hopefully. "You're a good person, but you need to figure out what right and wrong is. Heroes shouldn't kill those who have wronged them, nor should they kill innocents. And despite what you may think, Warren is innocent. He had stopped fighting before you lifted the table. He had been calm after you spilled the lunch on him until you mentioned his dad." Warren lifted his head angrily at the mention of his dad but stilled at the look of anger in her eyes directed at Will, Warren's anger draining from him. He knew Chandra had to hammer it home through Will's thick skull and subtlety was not the way to do it.

Will looked like he would protest. "Will, I know you weren't trying to seriously harm him, but you need to get a handle on your super strength." Chandra paused and spoke quietly so just Warren and Will could hear her, "Just a tad more force, and Warren would have been dead right now."

Principal powers chose that moment to step into the room, having watched the drama unfolding from the doorway. "I would send you both to the detention room but if Chandra is right, that means you need urgent medical attention, Warren." She looked to Will, "Come with me." She started walking out the door but paused and looked back to Chandra, "And take Mr. Peace to the nurse's office. Heal what you can. Every minute counts for every shift of muscle that could further injure him. As the door closed behind the Principal, the rest of the cafeteria was dispersing in guilty silence. Zach walked up behind Chandra. "C, you realize only the strongest healers can sense injuries from 20 feet away and know that many details." Chandra froze, wondering if anyone else had caught that. Since no one was staring at her, she guessed that almost nobody had caught that. She could only pray the people who had caught it would choose to keep quiet.

She turned her attention to Warren and reached for his chest. He flinched back and then closed his eyes in pain. "W-w-what are you doing?" he stammered in a combination of fear and pain. Chandra knew the fear wasn't of her, but of his chest hurting more. "Calm down," she soothed, "I need to touch the person I'm healing. I can't heal everything." She quieted her voice and repeated, "I can't heal everything here." She gestured to his heart,

Warren's eyes widened. As did Zach's. She was going to reveal her secret…to heal Warren? Zach continued questioning why she would reveal her powers for Warren and not for Mr. Boy when he realized that Mr. Boy, while in pain, hadn't been in danger of death. And she could heal him without being revealed. To save Warren, she would need to use her powers. Because of the panic in Chandra's eyes, if Warren so much as breathed wrong he would die. Chandra was terrified of revealing herself in front of everyone, but there was no way they could move him safely.

The same things were going through Chandra's mind. She sighed, and his hands began to glow blue. Zach was shocked, her healing his scratches and skinned knee was blue, but healing other people was green. Why would Warren's healing be blue? "This is going to hurt, a lot, but it's better than being dead, okay?" Warren nodded. She gently placed her hands on his chest and he began to scream. He started to thrash as he kept his arms in, trying not to attack her through the pain. His scream slowly faded as the pain from his chest became a dull throb, then disappeared completely. Everyone in the cafeteria had seen it. Not all of them knew for certain if the injuries had been as big as Chandra had said, but the amount of power displayed was shocking. It was almost as if a shockwave had flown through the room, an echo of power. No one knew how far the shockwave would travel. No one, that is, except Baron Battle. He felt the healing energy travel through his head and heal his madness from his concussion from fighting the Commander. Now that he could think, he could plot. He knew that his ally had carried the wave to him. After all, his cell can't be airtight, can it?