Finally Chapter Three. Sorry to everyone who's been waiting for this. My teacher talks to much. I didn't work on this at home cuz my computer's far too slow. Also, I've been playing this awsome game called Castle Age and it rocks! Just saying, but that's no excuse to make y'all wait so much. So thank you to everyone who's rviewed and to the peeple who've been reading this since chapter one. And sorry if the chapter kind of sucks. As I wrote it I lost track of what I was writing. If it jumps around a lot, I apologize in advance. Sorry.

disclaimer: I do not own Mew Mew Power/Tokyo Mew Mew. Cuz if I did than Elliot and Zoey would have gotten together instead of Zoey and the tree hugger Mark.


Chapter Three

Elliot:

Wesley and I were busy preparing for the café to open for the day when I got this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Then the girls entered with Zoey's friends trailing behind them. I asked them where Zoey was at and they said that she had this 'unky'—the same exact word she used—feeling. That she told them to tell me that she would arrive to work a bit later. The feeling in the pit of my stomach worsened and I became worried though I didn't show it. I told the mews to go change and get to work. They nodded their heads and went to the changing rooms. When they came out, Renée went to open the café doors. As soon as she did that Minimew came flying in saying 'Predacyte alert! Predacyte alert! Zoey's in trouble! Zoey's in trouble! She needs help! She needs help!' I looked around to see if Zoey's friends were around and when I saw that they weren't I heaved a sigh of relief. I looked at the girls and told them to go ahead and help Zoey—that I'll catch up to them soon.

They went out the back and transformed into their Mew forms. I went into the kitchen and saw that Zoey's friends—whose names I really should learn—talking with Wesley. I looked at Wesley and told him that the girls and I were going to go out and do some emergency things that need to be done; to open the café and have these girls work for the time that we're not here. They cheered and went to put there things in the back. Once they left the room Wesley asked if it was chimera. I nodded and said that Zoey needs help. He nodded his head and gave me the keys to the red sports car that we have. I held the keys tightly in my hand as I headed to the car. I entered the passenger door and started up the car. Soon I was zooming down the street and heading to the place where Zoey would be at. I arrived and saw that this alien looking guy had Zoey pinned to a tree.

"Let her go!" I looked and saw that the other girls were here.

"Looks like kitty-kat has friends." He said.

Zoey used that moment to punch the alien in the face. He let go of her and she dropped to the ground. I went to help her up. She turned around and faced me. I was seeing red for the way that the alien was close to her—for some reason, though I don't know why—and I was mad that she came here without telling me that a Predacyte was attacking. I was about to say something but was interrupted when we heard a scream. We turned around and saw a little girl in front of the Predacyte. Zoey grabbed her strawberry bell and attacked the chimera, though it did nothing. She pushed the little girl out of the way and got hit by the lion cub's claw. She was flown straight into a bench.

"Uh-wah!" She yelled.

She got up and attacked again; and once again it did no good. The other mews helped her out by attacking them. That's when the Predacyte got hurt. Zoey attacked one last time and it did the trick. The infuser separated from the lion cub and Minimew swallowed it—the infuser. Zoey began walking towards us when she began falling. I ran to her and caught her before she hit the floor.

"Zoey!" The other mews yelled running towards us.

I saw that she was beginning to de-transform and ran to a secluded area before anyone can see it. The other girls followed. Once Zoey got out of her mew state, the others went back to their human forms. I told them to go back to the café and get changed and to meet me at the hospital with Wesley. They asked about the café and I told them to tell Wesley to close up immediately. I went to the car and placed Zoey in the back seat lying down. I didn't care that she was getting blood all over the seat; all I cared about was her getting better. Once I arrived at the hospital I carried her inside and asked for my personal doctor immediately. He knows everything about the mew project and the mews since he had assisted father with the equipment and other things. He came to us immediately and asked what happened. I told him to get me room first and that I'll explain to him there. He grabbed a chart asked for her name. I told him and he wrote it down. He asked for other information, but I told him that I don't have it. That he should call her parents—though I don't know if they arrived home already. He nodded his head and led me to one of the personal rooms that he has there for me in cases like these. I placed Zoey on the bed and he asked, once again, what happened. I told him and he began to examine her.

"Well when she was flown into the bench, her back was scrapped. Its deep, but it didn't hit anything important. But we do have to get this bleeding stopped. If not then she'll die."

With that he began to stop the bleeding. My phone began to ring; I took it out and stepped outside. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Wesley.

"Wesley?" I asked.

"Elliot? Which room are you in?"

"The room that we have here for the mews." I said.

"Right; we're on our way." He said then hung up.

I put my phone away and went back to into the room. By now the doctor had gotten the bleeding stopped and her bandaged up. He said that she should wake up within a few seconds, minutes or hours. That it's uncertain. I nodded my head in understanding and then he left the room. I went to the comfortable chair there and sat down. I looked at her and got this feeling in my stomach. I was feeling nervous, my heart was pounding, my hands were shaking slightly ad I had butterflies in my stomach. I wondered what was wrong with me; especially since I never felt anything like this before. I heard the knob to the door turn slightly and composed myself before whoever was going to enter was going to see me like this—emotions showing on my face. I turned my head when the door opened. In stepped Wesley and the other mews. They looked at me then at Zoey. The girls headed towards Zoey and Wesley came my way.

"How is she?" he asked.

"Stabilized; she was slammed into a bench and scrapped her back. The wound was deep and doc said that if he didn't get the bleeding stopped she would have died. He said that nothing important was hit." I said looking at the floor.

"It's not your fault." He said.

"Then why does it seem like it?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders but his gaze was firmly placed on me; like he was waiting for me to tell him something important. The girls came towards us and said that they were going to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Wesley and I nodded our heads and they left. Wesley went to sit in the hospital chair next to Zoey's bed and looked at her. I wondered what he thought about her; if he liked her something. Why do I care? She's just an employee, I thought. I got this pain feeling in my heart and an unknown emotion—anger?—came to me. What's this feeling? I thought to myself again. I got up and went towards her bed. I stood there looking at the heart's monitor. So far she's fine, but I wondered when she would wake up. I was about to head back to the chair when I heard shuffling. I faced her once again and saw her eyes flutter open.

"Zoey."

Zoey:

The last thing I heard was a bunch of people calling my name, and then everything was a blank. I felt like I was falling in a bottomless pit. Everything was black until a multi-colored light surrounded me. I looked around frantically until I came face to face with a black cat with pink eyes. The cat transformed into a girl. When I could see clearly I saw that it was me in my mew for.

Zoey.

Yes?

Don't give up.

I'm not. I said.

Yes you are. You can easily wake up, but why aren't you? I shrugged my shoulders. See. Don't worry Elliot's not mad—more so he's worried. Right now I'm guessing his emotions are taking over his 'cool façade' that he's had since his parents died. But he's worried remember he tested it out on himself before he reactivated all of the mews powers. Though he didn't know about it.

Guess you're right.

So what are you going to do?

Wake up.

Good. She said disappearing. Oh and remember to tell him how you feel.

Wait—what? Hold on! What do you mean!

But she had already disappeared. I sighed and tried to move my body. I felt it shift than I decided to try and open my eyes. I felt them flutter than soon open. My vision was kind of blurry at first, but then I saw Elliot standing near my bed clearly.

"Zoey." He said.

"Elliot?" I said opening my eyes more. "Where am I?"

"Whoa—wait. Don't get up." He said pushing me back down. "You're at the hospital. After you finished off the chimera you fainted. I brought you here."

"Hospital?" I said dazed. "Wait! Hospital! Why a hospital?" I asked facing him. "Don't you know that they can find out about our secret?"

"Not really." I looked at him confused. "I have a personal doctor who worked with my father on helping him with the mew project equipment."

"Oh." I said. I looked around and saw Wesley sitting in the chair next to me.

He looked at me and smiled. I smiled I smiled back at him. Then the door busted open; I looked towards it and in stepped Darren. He looked Elliot and glared. Elliot glared back. I rolled my eyes at their antics. Darren came towards me and asked if I was okay. I said I was fine just a little in pain. He turned around and faced Elliot once again. He demanded to know what happened to me. Elliot was about to speak when I interrupted him. He glared at me half-heartedly, but I paid no attention to it.

"Darren it's not his fault." He looked at me confused. "After school I grabbed my bike and headed to the amusement park. I had an unky feeling and decided to follow it. I told the girls to tell Elliot that I was going to arrive to work late. They asked why and I told them that I was going to see why I got this feeling." I said. "They knew nothing.'

"She's telling the truth." We all looked and saw Renée, Bridget, Corina and Kikki at the doorway. "She told us about the feeling but never told us about what. We only found out until Minimew came flying in saying that Zoey needed help. And that's what happened."

"Explain to me how she got hurt." He said.

"Darren!" I said exasperated. "You know it's my duty. You shouldn't really be surprised about it."

"I'm not." He said glaring at the floor. "If Elliot—here—didn't come and re-activated your powers none of this would have happened."

"It would have happened sooner or later." I said.

"No it wouldn't have."

"Darren!" I yelled and he looked at me. "What do you really want?"

"For you not to be a Predacyte—fighting person." He said looking at the floor once again.

"So you don't want me to be a freak?" I asked tears in my eyes.

"No; I never said that." He said defensively.

"But it was implied." I said.

He looked at me and then exploded. "Okay! Fine! I don't want you to be a 'crime fighting' freak! Happy!"

There was a gasp—from the girls—and then Elliot exploded. "Now that you made your intentions clear…GET OUT!"

Darren turned around and left the room. I looked at the girls and they came my way and engulfed me in a group hug. Once they let go, I looked at Elliot and saw that he was ready to hit someone. We all jumped when my phone rang. Wesley got up and handed it to me. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was mom.

"Mom?"

"Zoe-honey? What's wrong? You sound like you were crying." I explained everything to her. "I'm on my way with your new, adopted, little siblings. I'll explain later. I'll have your father find Darren and talk to him."

"Thanks mom—for everything."

"Sure thing honey."

With that we hung up and the only thing left for me to do is to wait for her to come.

Darren:

After I left the hospital I got into my car and went to the place where my family and I always went to hang out on family day and night. When I arrived, I got out of the car and walked to the cliff that over looked an ocean. I felt bad for what I said to Zoey. She's my sister and I'm overprotective of her. Father told me how dangerous it is to be a mew and how he thought he had lost mother many times. I don't want her to go through that. When she was little she once transformed on accident in school. Everyone looked at her as if she was a freak. To them she was. She got teased by and was shunned away from everyone. She had come home in tears and with cuts, bruises, scrapes all over her.

I had comforted her and told her that it was normal for her because of who she is, but the damage was already done. Since then father threw himself into research and came up with the results that mother was just the carrier of the mew genes and powers and that the rightful person to have and wield them was Zoey. Mother, on the other hand, helped Zoey in controlling it. She told her how to keep her emotions and feelings in check. After months of training, Zoey was able to control it. But kids her age still teased her about it. All except for her two best friends. They are the only two that after finding out, stuck with her.

I sighed once again and turned around to walk back to my car. I knew that I had to apologize. Zoey would forgive me. I knew that she always did when I would do something that would either hurt or upset her. As I turned around I came face to face with dad.

"You know you hurt her." He said looking at the ocean.

"I know."

"Seriously what were you thinking? Calling her a freak. She expected it from other people, but never from you. I heard her cry over the phone. She's hurt. You're the second to last person she wanted to hear that from." I wondered who the 'last' person was, but didn't voice it out. "You were there for her when it happened for the first time. And now you messed up big time."

"I know." I said feeling even guiltier.

"You know what you have to do right?"

"Yep. I have a lot of making up to do."

"Yes, yes you do." He said looking at me.

"Dad; how can you make me feel so guilty?' I asked as we walked to our cars.

"It's a gift. I know that you would do the right thing. You just need a little more guilt than what you have to do it right. Because if you're anything like me you'll end up getting your butt on a platter handed to you and you'll have not only your sister mad at you, but your mother too. And you know how long they'll be mad at you." He said.

"I know." I said and we laughed.

We got into our cars and drove off. I wondered how upset Zoey is right now. That or she's mad at me. I'd rather have an upset Zoey over a mad one. Trust me.

Zoey:

Once the girls calmed me down the door to my room opened. In stepped mother with the twins on each side holding her hands. She looked at me and smiled a sympathetically. I smiled back at her and then looked at the twins. They're a rare set. A boy and a girl. Aiden—the boy twin—is the oldest by four minutes. He has brown hair with hints of red in it, but it seems browner than the red and has hazel eyes. Jeannine—the girl twin—is the youngest. Her hair is like mine; a mixture of brown and red, but more red, with hazel eyes. They're both sweet hearts. They were looking at their surroundings, then at Wesley, Elliot, Renée, Corina, Bridget and Kikki and then at me.

When they looked at me they smiled a wide toothy grin and their eyes lit up.

"Zowey." They said running up to my bed and climbing it.

I giggled at the way they said my name. They say most or all of the words with a 'w' in it. "Hey there kiddos. How've you been?"

"Pewfect." Aiden said.

"Just dat mommy and daddy aren't hewe no mowe." Jeannine said sadly.

"Hey," I said hugging them, "don't worry. Even though they're not here, they're watching over you. Now don't be sad, you're a part of our family now." I said soothingly.

"Okie." They said smiling up at me.

Then the door to my room opened. In stepped dad with Darren trailing behind him. Dad pecked mom's lips and then turned and looked at me. He smiled and came towards me. He kissed the twins on the top of their heads and then kissed my forehead.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" he asked.

"Fine daddy; my back hurts a little bit, but that's what happens when you're a mew." I said smiling.

"Zoey,"

"Darren." I said.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it. I was just upset that the other mews and he" he said pointing to Elliot "were there, but didn't stop you from getting hurt."

"I forgive you." I said. "You know that you have a lot of making and kissing up to do?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Good." I said nodding my head. "And you can start by being nice to Elliot."

"But—"

"Wait." Mom said interrupting him. "Darren wasn't being nice to him?'

"No." I said. "When you guys left Elliot walked me home and stayed until Darren arrived. When he did he gave Elliot a bunch of glares and was being rude. Then Darren told me that he doesn't trust him and to stay away from him." I finished.

"But I had a good reason." He said defending himself.

"Darren Aiden Hanson." Mom said threateningly. "You will apologize to him and you will be nice to him starting from now on, got it?"

"Yes ma'am." He said cringing.

Then the door to my room opened once again and in stepped the doctor. He looked around the room and was surprised at how many people were here. Then he looked at me. He asked how I was g=feeling. I told him that I was okay just that my back hurts.

"Well that's reasonable." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because when you were flown into the bench your back was scrapped. It was deep, but missed vital nervous systems. All we had to do was get the bleeding stopped."

"That explains it." I said.

"Yeah and I brought you here." Elliot said.

"Thanks." I said.

"Sure thing." He said. "But next time be more careful cause after I get the car seats cleaned from your blood, I don't want them to get dirty with your blood again." He said teasingly.

"Oh, well sorry." I said sarcastically. "Next time I'll make sure not to get hurt. . ."

"That's all I ask."

". . . since I won't help stop the Predacyte."

"That's not what I meant.' He said defensively, but I knew that he knew that I was joking.

There was a long silence until Elliot and I busted out laughing. Mom, dad, and Darren looked at each other—confused.

"What just happened?" Darren asked.

"It's their usual routine." Wesley said to them. "He teases her and she returns it."

"Don't they remind you of us?" mother asked father.

"Yeah they do." He said.

Once I stopped laughing I faced the doctor again. "So doc, when do I get to leave?"

"Tomorrow after noon." He said.

With that he walked out of the room. We all began chatting and by the time they noticed they overstayed their welcome. I said goodbye to everyone except for Elliot. He said that he was going to stay. Darren was about to object, but mother silenced him with a stare. Once everyone left and the door was closed, I asked him why he stayed.

"Because I felt like it was my fault—even though it's not."

"Oh, okay." I said. "Now let's get some sleep."

He nodded his head and we closed our eyes. Within a few seconds I found myself fast asleep.

It's been a week since I got out of the hospital and everyone's been making sure that I take it easy. Mimi and Meg have been trying to tell me something, but they were always interrupted. They told me that they'll tell me at the sleepover that Meg's having just for the three of us. I understood why and agreed. I told the other girls and they said that they were okay with it. When I woke up the next day I realized that it was Friday. I changed into my school uniform and headed downstairs for breakfast. I sat down and began eating. As soon as I was done I told mom that I'll be heading to school. She wished me a nice day as I walked out the door. When I arrived to the meeting spot that I have with Mimi and Meg I saw that Renée, Corina, Bridget and Kikki were there too. We walked to school and arrived with ten minutes to spare. Kikki and Renée bid us goodbye and headed to their homerooms. As soon as I sat down in my seat I began to daydream. I came back to reality as soon as I felt Mimi shake me.

"What?" I asked.

"It's time for gym." Corina said.

"Right, let's go." I said getting up.

We went into the locker rooms and began to changing to a white shirt and blue short shorts. Once we changed we headed out. Once the teachers took attendance, the teacher spoke up.

"Listen up ladies, instead of heading out to the track and running the usual two-three laps you're going to be playing pickle ball."

"Pickle ball?" Mimi asked.

"Yes pickle ball." The teacher said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's like ping pong except you use a waffle ball and a paddle." She said. "There was this guy who played with his dog called pickle and then he came up with this game."

"So," I said, "we're going to play a sport named after a dog?" I said.

"Yeah." She said.

"What the hell?" I said.

The teacher ignored my comment and told us to head to the side and wait for the nets to be up. As soon as the nets were up she said to get into groups of two. I was partnered with Renée while Corina was partnered with Bridget, Mimi with Meg and Kikki with a girl from her class. The teacher gave us each a paddle and told us to go to a court because we're playing against another group of two. She also said that next week we'll be starting a tournament of pickle ball. I sweat dropped. I went to the front part—three feet away from the net while Renée served. The group that we went up against was two girls that are known to 'hook up' with any guy that's willing. Renée served and they hit the ball. It went over the net and I went to hit it, but missed. Honestly this is such a stupid game, I thought. They got the ball; I let my animal instinct take over and went to hit it as soon as it came over the net. Renée caught on that I used my animal instincts and did the same. She knew that we didn't stand a chance against then as 'normal' girls since we've never played this before. When the whistle was blown the other team was exhausted; while we weren't.

When school ended I told the girls that I had cheer practice. They nodded their heads and said that they'll tell Elliot about it. I nodded my head and went to change. When I finished I went to the football field and saw that they were all training. Chloe, my co-captain, was telling them what to do. When I arrived they all stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

"Chloe, thanks for taking over while I was mending." I said.

"No problem." She said. "Anything to help or beloved leader."

I laughed a little bit and told them that next week we'll be starting with a new routine for the semi-finals. They cheered and when they were done I told them that practice is over. They asked why and I told them that they're going to need the strength for next week. They nodded their heads and grabbed their stuff and left. I grabbed my things and began walking towards my bike. Then I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw that it was Chloe. She asked if I would be okay to start practicing again. I told her that I was fine and she heaved a sigh of relief. I giggled and we bid each other goodbye.

When I arrived to work Elliot came up to me and asked why I stayed for practice knowing that I was still healing. I told him that I went to tell them to be prepared for next week to learn a new routine for the semi-finals.

"Alright, as long as you don't overdo yourself." He said

"Fine." I said.

I went to the locker room to change, but before I opened the door I felt someone grab my wrist. I looked up and saw Elliot.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked worried.

I nodded my head. "I'm fine."

"Okay, but if you feel pain come and tell me and I'll take over for you."

I hugged him and he stiffened. "Thanks."

With that he relaxed and hugged me back. When we broke apart we continued to look at each other. Our faces were getting closer until we were inches apart. Then I heard a child's voice say my name.

"Zowey." We jumped apart and saw that it was Jeannine.

"Hey." I said picking her up. "What are you doing here?"

"Auntie and uncle deciwded to tawke us hewe so we can shee you work." She said.

"Okay." I said. "Go with Elliot right now and let me change."

"Okie." She said.

I handed her to Elliot and he took her. He began walking back to the café's dining area where the others were at. I opened the door and headed into the locker room and changed. As soon as I was done I began walking towards the others. Once I was in their line of sight, Jeannine came running towards me—arms extended. I kneeled, opened my arms and brought her up with me. I looked around and saw that Aiden was seated in a highchair eating cookies. I took Jeannine back to my parents and began to put her in the highchair.

"No!" she said clinging to me.

"Jeannine, sit in the highchair and let Zoey go to work." Father said.

"No!" She said clinging even more.

"Mom, dad, its okay; I'll just place her on my shoulders and go to work. She's not going to bother me."

Before they could say a word, I placed her on my shoulders and went to work. As I worked, Jeannine happily talked to the customers. I smiled at her cheeriness. Then I heard a crash. Everyone turned around to the source of the sound. Bridget had tripped over her own feet and had accidentally dropped a bunch of orders on a group of guys. They stood up abruptly and crowded around her.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident." She stammered.

"Damn right it was." A blonde guy said.

"Drake," said a brunette, "how are we going to make her pay?"

"I don't know." Said the cloned called Drake. "Maybe we can just take her with us."

I handed Jeannine to one of my customers and headed to Bridget. Drake and reached out to grab her, but I stepped in between and grabbed his wrists. Their eyes widened and I heard a few gasps.

"I suggest you leave. Finish your orders –they're on the house because of the accident—and leave. If you come back here again and harass her, you will not be treated kindly." I said, my eyes going into slits.

"What if we don't listen to you?" he said coming closer to me, his hand on my butt.

"This." Was all I said as I kicked him.

He flew all the way to the door and slightly slammed into it. The brunette and his other buddy with black hair came closer to me. I smiled, went up to them, placed my back in between them and flipped them. They landed on either side of Bridget. I heard a groan. I turned around and saw Drake getting up. I heard two more groans ad saw that his friends were getting up too. They said that it wasn't over yet and left. I looked at Bridget as she fell to her knees.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah; thanks."

"No problem." I said.

I helped her up and we headed back to work. I placed Jeannine back on my shoulders and continued to work. Jeannine talked to me on how I stopped them. For a two year old, this girl is chatty. When work was over we each bid each other goodbye and headed home. When mom, dad, Darren the twins and I arrived home, mom, dad Darren and I looked at the twins. We saw that they were fast asleep.

"Mom, dad, are the twins' rooms still in process of being completed?" I asked,

"Almost." Mom said. "Just need to add in some stuff and put in the finishing touches."

"So until it's completely done, they'll still be staying in your room." Dad said.

"Okay." I said.

I asked Darren to help me take the twins to my room. He nodded his head and grabbed Aiden. I took Jeannine and we headed to my room. We placed them near the wall and Darren left so I could change. Once I was done changing I headed to my bed, laid down and covered the twins and myself up with my blanket. When I finished I placed my head on my pillow and fell asleep.


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