Alien Urges & Affection: When Misty Fell for Shell

Chapter 3 Relationships

The next morning Misty woke up well after sunrise and yawned as she laid in bed for a moment.

"Ooh, I haven't had one quite like THAT before." said Misty, still smiling about the experience of the previous night.

The details and memories from the dream were hazy but pleasing nonetheless. Allowing the good feeling from her thoughts to hang in her mind and permeate her still groggy brain, she crawled out of her sleeping bag and stretched. As she did so, she noticed two things. One, she had slept naked without realizing it and now she hoped that she had not made anything sticky or wet from last night's fun. Two, her breasts were tingling again this morning, though thankfully, not aching. She ran her hands over the pale purple orbs and shivered in the cool morning air. They were slightly sensitive, and what was more, after looking closely for a moment, Misty could swear they looked a little bigger. It seemed very slight and if she had not already been watching herself closely, she would not have thought so.

"I gotta be imagining the size. I've been growing for months but not like this." She idly wished she had some measuring tape to check her bust size.

But having no such tool, she picked up her dirty clothes and searched for spare clean ones, then proceeded with her normal routine. She flew to a nearby river and had a hasty bath. Even though summer was coming, the river water was cold and not exactly a pleasant experience to wake up with. But the chill did certainly bring her fully awake. As she dried herself off on the shore, wondered just how much longer she wanted to rough it like this before swallowing her pride and sought lodging in town. It made her appear very tough to be camping like this, but it was seriously short of luxuries. She had the money to get some lodging but she was not sure for how long. Even with the city paying her for hero work in Tremorton, she had not saved a lot and rent and board might eat up what she had put away very quickly.

As she slowly walked back through the grass to her nearby campsite, she looked around at the quiet and very pleasant scenery. It reminded her quite a bit of home, or at least the river did. She reflected that she could live this way for a while more and that she was not yet assured of a steady income from the city until after Jenny returned and they had some negotiations with city hall.

Throwing her towel onto the clothes line, Misty shivered in the cool morning air again, the effect being made all the stronger from her cold bath. Classes did not start very early for her, but she had slept in so she needed to leave. Throwing on her standard outfit and grabbing her book bag, she flew off in the direction of school.

As she skimmed along in the sky, she recalled the details of what had happened last night. At first she felt nothing but the warm heady lust from the chemical rush from last night, the sensation hanging in the back of her head and oozing a little into her consciousness as she thought of it. A moment later though she abruptly remembered just who had been featured in her fantasies and what he had been doing.

High in the cool morning sky, Misty's cheeks flushed warmly against the wind rushing by. She had fantasized about Sheldon, touching her, caressing her, feeling her. She was in part rather shocked by her brazenness. While Sheldon was cute and at times it seemed like he could be sweet, he was an alien.

"I almost had him mounting me." she groaned to herself under her breath. How was she going to look him in the face today? An errant thought flitted through the foreground of her mind, "I wonder what Sheldon really does look like naked...?"

Misty shook her head violently from side to side and sighed. That boy was going to be trouble.

"And since when did I think he was cute...?" she asked herself as she continued to fly along.

Misty could swear she heard some almost silent voice in the back of her mind whisper, "But he is kind of cute in his own way...." Misty sighed again and then suddenly growled to the morning sky and threw up her hands in frustration, "Rrrr, what is going on with me?!"

***

Morning classes were uneventful for Misty, until she received a beep from the city requesting her presence and service in the down town area. The beep had come on her 'pager' as the humans called it. A small device with a tiny display for showing short text messages. Misty really did not understand how they had come to use that name for such a thing. It certainly had neither paper nor pages in it or around it. Mrs. Wakemen had once remarked to her that the name came from the original design of the device decades ago. Regardless, she had received the message, excused herself quietly from class and flew off to down town.

Misty had arrived on the scene to find a few small cluster drones harassing the populace with rifles. Misty quickly dispatched the lot of them with several well placed kicks and punches. They crumpled quite quickly if you knew how to hit them. It was over and done all too quickly. When it was finished and the authorities had arrived to do the cleanup, she took her time flying back to class. Despite the lack of much real action since Jenny had left town, Misty was rather glad nothing big had shown up. After Teen Team had broken up, she had realized just how strong that she, Orion, and Squish had all been united together. Separated now, she had been made quite aware of her own limitations. Sure, she was very fast and her mist form allowed her to simply avoid many attacks if she could not dodge them, but she was no lightening throwing tank like Orion or shape shifting morph like Squish. Though she was stronger than Squish. After some talks and tussles with Brad and Tuck, she had learned she was probably about a couple of times as strong as a full grown human male, which was quite impressive for her slim form.

Privately Misty knew that she was particularly strong for her species. Unfortunately a couple of times stronger than most humans did not make her skin hard as metal or give her the power to manifest whatever tool she required at the time, like Jenny had. After hearing all the stories from Brad and Jenny about big Cluster fighters or Vexus herself, Misty was not overly eager to take them on alone. A thrill seeker she was, a fool she was not.

As she touched down on the school lawn and proceeded inside, she idly wondered when she would meet the Silver Shell, Tremorton's other resident superhero. According to Jenny and Brad, he had equivalent strength to Jenny and could take a punch a lot better, but he had not demonstrated the array of mechanical shape shifting mastery that the slim and trim robot girl possessed.

***

Misty picked at her food without much appetite while she kept looking up for Sheldon to enter the lunchroom. It was rather a pity the lunch room food was so tasteless because she knew there was little possibility she could distract herself with it. Of course, she wondered if lunch today was even going to be a problem.

Momentarily lowering her gaze from the activity around her and away from the entrances, Misty stared blankly at her lunch of mashed potato substitute, fake meat and cheese, some green thing that was probably a vegetable and her little cup of lime green jello for desert. Though her gaze was pointed at her meal, the image of it did not register with her. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

"It's going to be a problem because you jilled off to Sheldon almost... almost doing it with you!" Misty thought to herself. "Why'd you do that anyway?"

She had asked herself this a few times since the morning but this was her first chance to think since class. Each time she asked herself, she knew the answer. It was because Sheldon had been available and he had been a suitable candidate. Candidate? Geez, that sounded proper. He was a decent boy.

Every time that she asked such a question, more words and thoughts seemed to half form out of habit, telling her that she should not have done such a thing. That it was a bad idea, or even worse, that it was wrong. But these self-rebukes never seemed to fully materialize, never settle into a strong coherent thought. She believe she knew why she never actually told herself it was something she should be ashamed of or should not have done. It was because she did not regret it.

Misty blinked her eyes as she continued to stare at her food. Absently her hand moved to poke at the lumpy brown mush that she was still assuming was mashed potatoes, covered in some form of previously-fossilized now re-animated gravy. She did not really pay attention to the movement. Her thoughts rolled along without any interest in her surroundings.

The fact that she did *not* regret having fantasized about Sheldon surprised her the most, more than having actually done it in the first place. "It's not like it's wrong or anything," she thought to herself. "And besides, he's not ugly or uncute. Why shouldn't I fantasize about him if I want?" She *had* enjoyed it a lot, more than she had expected. What was the harm in that? In her mind, she was was completely free of restrictions. She could make him be sweet, or ravaging. She could have him be gentle or rough, be as dramatic or outrageous as she liked. She could do whatever she wanted with the boy. Make him kiss her, make him hold her, pet her, caress her... fuck her.

Unseen memories of the night before seemed to appear before her unfocused eyes. Once again she saw herself sitting in Sheldon's lap, with her back pressed to his chest. Sheldon was reaching around and fingering her erect nipples, sensually massaging her recently full and sensitive bosom. He was giving her breasts and teats some much needed loving. She could imagine one of his hands reaching down between her legs and giving her pleasure that only her lonely hands had thus far fulfilled. As his skilled hands worked, she felt him bend his neck and kiss her ear, licking the lobe and sending shivers over her skin. He moved down kissing as he went, making her almost moan with arousal as lips pressed gently but firmly into her bare shoulders and neck.

In her mind, she imagined herself encouraging him, almost begging him to keep going, to touch her, to pleasure her. "Oh Shell, right there... *oooh*. Right-right there... aah, oh Shell, I love it when you touch me with you hands. When you finger me. You make me feel so hot inside with every touch of--"

Still deep in thought, Misty positively jumped in her seat, rising off the bench and bumping the table with her legs as she nearly slipped off her seat from start when Sheldon patted her on the shoulder.

"--Your lips!" said Misty as she finished the sentence aloud.

Sheldon blinked in surprise at the outburst. "My lips? What about my lips?" the geek boy asked as he sat down opposite the heroine. He set before himself a similarly festooned tray of cafeteria edibles.

"Your lips?" repeated Misty, completely flustered and still recovering from the sudden surprise. Her cheeks had turned a slightly darker shade of lavender from embarrassment. Star systems, what was she doing? She had totally lost herself in that fantasy. "Um, nothing." she answered, trying to calm herself. Thank God she had not started to get wet yet or anything.

"Why'd you say it then? Do they look weird or something?" asked Sheldon, looking straight at the alien heroine.

"Um, no. Nothing like that. They look nice, err, I mean, they look *normal*. Completely normal.... But not like boring normal, just good normal. Nothing special." answered Misty, her thoughts still disrupted by her fantasy. "Of course, they're not unspecial, just um... well, you know, they're nice."

Misty's mind was trying to quickly banish the images of Sheldon slowly and lovingly masturbating her pussy while she literally moaned from ecstasy on his lap while his hot moist lips pressed into her naked skin. She found her eyes drawn to looking to his lips on his face as the boy continued to look at her.

"You think my lips are nice?" asked the boy in a surprised tone.

"Uh... yeah. I mean, why wouldn't I? There's nothing wrong with them or anything." asked Misty, trying to turn the conversation back to Sheldon with that weak comeback.

"I... guess." replied Sheldon, blinking as he continued to start fixedly at the lavender girl in front.

"So, what's up?" asked Misty abruptly before the conversation could go any further.

After a few seconds more of staring, Sheldon shrugged and began to dig at the resistant nutrition matter before him. "Not much." he answered, "Anything with you?"

"Uh, not much either. Cluster attack this morning." replied Misty in a tone she felt was casual. She lowered her gaze to her own food to pick at her food.

"Really? Cool. Bet you took care of them though. Anything big?"

"Nah, just a couple of whimpy drones." she answered, not looking up from her food as she spoke. "It was kinda strange though. They were all different, one small, one medium sized, and then one big one. The cluster normally sends more robots in an attack."

"Maybe they're concentrating someplace else while Jenny's gone?"

"Maybe." replied Misty, though she really did not think much of it.

There was a pause while both of them spent time picking at their food, though in the case of the cheeze, chiseling might have been a more accurate word. As Misty attempted to cut synthetic meat into smaller pieces with the nearly useless lunch room utensils, her mind spoke to itself in the silence.

"Don't think about him. Don't think about his body or anything." her thoughts went said. "It's okay, you're just sitting here, having a nice lunch... err, an edible lunch... with a boy. Nothing special or strange about that."

Misty's arms slowed in their sawing motion she was making with her knife in a thus far unsuccessful attempt to slice what was probably supposed to be 'beef'. Though she had her head pointing down towards her recalcitrant cafeteria fair, her large purple eyes looked up through her lashes, blinking at Sheldon. Her arms slowed their motion further, but somehow kept going despite her concentration now being focused else where. "I wonder what his hair feels like?" she thought as she stared at the dark ruff of hair on his head.

Suddenly, Misty blinked, realizing what she was doing. "Geez, one night's fantasy and suddenly you're ogling him?" she thought almost reproachfully.

She sat up straighter in her seat and gave him a direct look for a second. She mentally added, "Well, it's not like he's unattractive to look at... Oh Star system, I gotta get my mind off this. Gotta think of something else."

"Say," began Misty, breaking the silence. "Speaking of robots, I wonder when I'm going to meet this Silver Shell that Jen's always talking. I hear he's quite a hunk."

She was rather interested to see this giant robo-boy. From the love struck descriptions of Jenny, who could be as bad as Sheldon sometimes when it came to talking about the opposite sex, Misty knew he was supposed to be shiny and big, but beyond that she really did not trust the enamored fembot's recollections. Almost out of habit, she wondered how she would do in a fight against the silver android.

Sheldon looked at her comment, stopping his own attempts to partition his food. "Jenny likes him a lot doesn't she?" he asked in a less than enthusiastic voice.

The change in the tone of Sheldon's voice was quite apparent and Misty noticed it immediately. Knowing Sheldon's infatuation with Jenny, he probably did not much like the idea of a muscular metal hunk coming around to grab the robot girl's attention. Sheldon said nothing more, which was disappointing. In the silence that grew longer, she found herself trying to look at Sheldon without actually looking at him. This basically resulted in her facing his direction with her eyes constantly rolling towards his face and then bouncing away, only to roll back a few seconds later.

"Well, we don't need to talk about Jenny and her crush." thought Misty, "But we needed to talk about something or... or my mind's gonna go somewhere I don't want it to right now...."

Attempting to stir up a conversation, Misty continued, "I wonder how strong is he? I've never seen him before, have you? He's supposed to be really big. Do you know if he has any weapons like Jen?"

"Yeah, heh heh, he is pretty big." answered Sheldon.

The tone of his answer did not sound quite so flat that time and Misty heard it. "Come on Shell, don't disappoint me." she thought. Though the Silver Shell might be a robotic rival, Sheldon did like robots a whole lot, and she was kind of curious herself about the other fabled metal hero of Tremorton. He had to have something to say about the town's other metal hero. Maybe she could get him talking tech about the manly mechanoid for a bit. Sheldon could get easily distracted by stuff like that.

"What's he like?" asked Misty, leaning forward a little to shower her curiosity.

Sheldon blinked, and his lips curled just a bit in a smile. "Like I said, he's real big. I mean, he's exactly 1.5 times Jenny's height and his chest is over fives broader than she is, but a lot of that is the shoulders and arms."

This time it was Misty's turn to blink. "Wow Shell, how do you know that?" she asked, surprised at the detail of his reply.

Sheldon's face quirked in confusion for a second and then he moved his gaze hurried back down to his food. "Uh, I've... seen him up close. I, uh, just sorta eyeballed it ya know."

"Whoa, you mean you actually met him?" exclaimed Misty in some amazement. "You hang out with all the superhero's in Tremorton Shell!" She grinned at him after her remark.

Sheldon looked up from his food and returned her grin with a weak smile. "Not exactly. I mean, uh, I don't really... uh talk to the Silver Shell or anything much."

"You ever seen him in a fight? Does he have any sort of weapons? Or battle moves?" asked Misty, her curiosity for superhero related combat rising.

"No, he doesn't have a lot of weapons. But he's really tough. He can take punishment. He can..." Sheldon began to go into detail about the Silver Shell's capabilities, combat and otherwise.

Misty listened with attention while both teenagers attempted to consume their food. She offered input and asked questions every now and then, and Sheldon kept right on talking about the local robot warrior. In a few moments the conversation got around to comparing the Shell to Jenny, especially in a combat sense. Here Sheldon provided some very interesting details about Jenny's anatomy, some of which were surprising intimate. Misty wondered a little about the origin of his knowledge, partially remembering some story Jenny had mentioned about blueprints or something or other a while ago.

Compared against each other, Jenny was undoubtedly the faster fighter of the two. Apparently the Silver Shell could reach speeds the speed that the robot girl could only when he transformed into a different shape. This had to do with his weight and heavy outer armor. Jenny of course could fly around earth and even into outer space with ease. Though Jenny's outer armor was made of the strongest nano-perfected carbonized tungsten-titanium alloy, there were simply limits to how much punishment a small amount of metal could experienced before breaking. In addition there was Jenny's thin teenage robot girl frame to contend with, which while it was highly versatile in transformation and shape-shifting capabilities, it was limited in its endo-structural strength. Thus, in terms of armor and skeleton endurance, the Silver Shell won out by a considerable margin with his hulking large frame.

"He could probably take ten times the physical damage that Jenny could." stated Sheldon, with his old enthusiastic smile on his face once again on his face. "But because of his body, he's never going to be as fast or agile as Jenny. True, he is pretty quick for his size, but not like her. But Jenny's got him beat when it comes to weapons or tools. He just doesn't have the variance that Jenny does. I just cannot replicate the multi-form adaptive segmentation tool system structure that Mrs. Wakemen has."

Sheldon paused to take a breath and then drank a few gulps of his lunch beverage, after which he added, "Really, it's a brilliant design, but it must have taken years, or decades to create."

Misty sat listening to Sheldon in rapt attention despite herself. She normally did not like anything very technical, but she actually understood all, well almost all, of what he had said and she had to admit that it sounded pretty cool. "Wow Shell, that's... that's pretty cool that you know all that. I mean, I don't normally like this sort of techno-science stuff, but yeah I've been around when Jen's whipped out with some awesome weapons. Plus she can do those wicked transformations sometimes."

Sheldon nodded in reply, his mind still buzzing internally with his theories on how the robot girl's miraculous body worked and functioned as it did. Misty sat back for a second thinking over things as well. Then suddenly she blinked and her eyebrows quirked upwards in surprise. "Shell, did you say *you* had tried to replicate Jenny's system? What're you doing? Trying to build a robot or something?"

Sheldon gaze snapped to Misty as she spoke, his mouth half open and his pupil's surprisingly dilated. "Um-uh, no, nothing like that. I mean, I'm just interested in, uh, Jenny's body. That's all, 'cause you see..."

Misty's face broke into a wide mischievous grin as she beheld his flustered embarrassment. His eyes darted around, not actually making contact with her own, and his forehead was just starting to glisten with signs of sweat. Ooh, she had found something.

She flashed him a toothy smile as she asked the boy, "Trying to build yourself a robot girlfriend then Shell? Making another Jen?"

Misty expected Sheldon to blush deep red in his cheeks and immediately stammer a nervous denial. To her surprise however, Sheldon's ruffled and shaken expression suddenly melted away from his face, his eyes stopping their flicking movements and his mouth closing. His gaze fixed squarely on Misty, his eyes themselves narrowing slightly as he did so, and his eyebrows lowered in... anger? She saw his closed mouth tighten as he clenched his teeth and jaw shut. His expression had just been replaced with a look of nearly stern severity.

Misty blinked in surprise at Sheldon who looked across the table from her with an almost menacing face. She had never seen him make a face like this before, especially not at her. Then the dark haired boy spoke in an even tone, though his voice belied a contained passion behind his serious words. "No, I am not trying to build a robot girl like Jenny. Even if I could, I wouldn't do it, and I couldn't do it even if I wanted to."

Misty's eyebrows arched in surprise at his obviously displeased tone. "Um Shell, I was just... ya know, not serious or anything. I mean, I know you could make a girl like Jen, but I don't actually think you would or anything." placated Misty as the boy continued to focus on her with his severe expression.

Sheldon replied, his face unchanged. "There is *no way* I could make a girl like Jenny. Not in ten years or maybe even twenty." He paused for an instant, still looking sternly into Misty's eyes. "She's not some normal robot thrown together in a factory. She was built and raised by her mother... and her father too, even though he's been dead for years. She's just... she's special."

Realizing that she had struck a nerve she had not meant to hit, Misty's own expression immediately sobered and she quickly apologized. "Sorry Shell. I didn't mean it like that. I know you, and I know Jen's special. I didn't mean it like that, I was just... teasing, ya know. That's all. No hard feelings, okay?" She looked him in the eye as she spoke her these last words.

For another second, Sheldon held his frown at the lavender alien girl, then he leaned back into his chair as his mouth loosened and his eyes relaxed. "It's alright. It's just... I've got that a lot, from bullies and people. I mean, it doesn't even really bother me that people think I'm some kind of robot pervert who would try something like that. It's that people think it's so easy to make someone like Jenny. Like she's not human or anything, like she's not special."

"Yeah, she's special alright. She's the only really human like robot on earth." replied Misty, relaxing herself and going back to poking her food. Then not really looking at Sheldon, she added, "Besides the Silver Shell I guess."

Sheldon shifted a little on his seat as she spoke, turning his own gaze downward towards his meal. After a few seconds Misty looked up and said, "You know, speaking of Jen's shape-shifting, that kind of reminds me of my powers. I can this wicked trick with my hands in Misty form when I...."

The conversation moved away the Shell, and onto Misty herself, with referencing against Jenny's powers coming up frequently. After a bit, Sheldon appeared to be starting to focus on Jenny once again. Fearing either that he would get lovey-dovey or worse mopey after just talking about his equivalent of a robot rival, Misty began adding her own knowledge of XJ9's fighting skills to their talk. Nearly immediately she progressed into describing some of her own mock battles with her metal friend.

"You should have seen this one time she got me with a giant fan!" recounted Misty, "Then she sprouted like four of them, and wouldn't let me reform into solid shape."

Sheldon chuckled in response, though it was merely to show he was listening, not from delight at the story of their fights together. As Misty paused in her talking to pick at her food, which was mostly half eaten, Sheldon's lips slackened into a line on his face and he became more serious.

"Say Misty," he began. "I didn't ask you this before, 'cause, well, I didn't know you that well yet. But... I've been wondering, was Jenny... ever sad that you left school last time?"

Misty blinked at the sudden change in topic. "Eh, yeah, I guess. I mean, she missed me, but that's natural."

Sheldon paused. His eyebrows twitched, and he lowered gaze slightly as he poked his nearly gelatinous mashed potatoes. While keeping his chin lowered towards his tray, he spoke. "Do you think you would ever... uh, that you would ever fight with her? ...For real, you know. Like you, if you two got in a fight over superhero stuff or money and... and you stopped being friends?"

The lavender skinned heroine looked up from her own food, her eyebrows raised and she leaned her body back in surprise at the question. She blinked a few times at the boy across from her, gazing steadily at him. Sheldon flicked his eyes up to glance at her a few times during the silence, but did not actually look up at her.

After a pause, Misty replied, "Why do you ask Shell? Something wrong?"

"No no," answered Sheldon quickly, abruptly raising his head level and looking at her.

She saw that his eyes were suddenly fixed on her own, their gazes meeting. His mouth was drawn in a thin worry line, his eyes blinking infrequently, as if afraid to look away, as he spoke.

"It's just, I... I kinda of worry for Jenny, ya know. I really like her and I want her to be my girl, but I know she has other friends too. And they're important to her."

For a brief few seconds Sheldon broke his gaze, turning his head to the side and then down, where he picked at his food again, before returning to look Misty in the face. He took a breath and then continued. "She's really sweet and she has a big heart. Before coming to school, she really didn't know about jerks like the Crusts or anything. I dunno, maybe it's stupid, but I... I don't want to see her get hurt by losing a friend or anything. I know what it's like to get a friend and then lose it, or to be made fun of for being different."

Misty was silent for a second as she looked at Sheldon's face. After a second she asked, "You're really worried about her aren't you Shell?" He nodded deeply.

The alien girl sat for a few seconds more in silence, before answering, "Well, I guess it's not surprising that you'd care for her Shell. You're a good guy."

Sheldon's face brightened a bit at the compliment and he smiled, obviously happy at the praise. Misty continued, "To answer your question, I don't know. I don't think we ever could fight over something like superhero stuff or money. I mean, what type of friendship do we have? She's my best girl, and I'm hers. If I started to fight with her over stupid stuff like that, well, I just wouldn't. I wouldn't do it. It's not me."

At that remark, she popped the last bit of her lunch's hyper preserved and now minimally reheated meat substance into her mouth.

"Oh," replied Sheldon in acknowledgment. He blinked several times as his thoughts worked over the information. Then he shrugged, his expression becoming clear and unworried, and he turned back to the remnants of his meal for a moment. Their conversation fell silent as each of them worked over the last bits of their meals.

With her head turned away from his slightly, Misty chewed at her bite of rubber-like food as her eyes peered at Sheldon from the corner of her vision. The boy was busy trying to masticate his own lunch room cuisine into submission and was not looking at her for the second. She let her eyes settle on him, and Misty found herself taking particular notice of his blue eyes, his rounded nose, the spots on his cheeks, the way his hair hung down the middle of his forehead. Her gaze moved down to look at his wide thin lips. Lips that had kissed her neck last night. How would they feel to kiss again? Her eyes moved further down, running over his chest, which without thinking seemed to appear before her vision as bare and pink as it had been yesterday afternoon. Her eyes continued to move, trailing down to his hands which were holding his plastic utensils and working at his food. She stared hard at his hands, remembering the feel of them from two nights ago in his house. Hands that had caressed her breasts in her fantasies and slowly fingering her wet....

"What're you looking at Misty?" asked Sheldon, cutting in on her observation.

Misty blinked in surprise and jerked her head back. Somehow she had turned back to face him direct. She must have been staring! Realizing she that she must have spaced out looking at him for a few seconds, her face began to feel warm, almost hot. Was she blushing? Star systems she hoped not.

"Uh, nothing." she answered quickly, trying to clear her head of where her thoughts had drifted. "Just, uh, looking at your hands. That's all... You know, I think we should work on some punches today when we train."

Inwardly, Misty breathed a sigh of relief. That had not been such a bad save. She had been looking at his hands after all and coming up with a plausible reason was a good cover for it.

"Oh? Cool. And since you're a girl I can't hit you in the bah..." said Sheldon, suddenly trailing off on the last word.

"In the what Shell?" asked Misty, this time trying to concentration on the conversation and avoid letting her mind wonder.

Sheldon's face assumed a look of embarrassment and unease as she turned his face back down towards his food and pointedly did not answer the question.

***

After their awkward lunch, Misty felt much more at ease with Sheldon. Yesterday's massage mishap seemed to have been passed by without any real trouble. He seemed to be treating her the same, just like a friend, which she was quite happy with. Sure, it had been embarrassing but Sheldon was not making a big deal over it and she certainly was not planning to either. At least that's what she told herself. When they had been talking things seemed to be alright, but she was still somewhat mortified that she had experience random thoughts about her fantasy with him last night, and in in public right in front of him no less! She silently vowed to control herself better.

When school had finished for the day, Misty flew Sheldon back to the woods once again to do more training. Her massage technique, beside the rather embarrassing aspect of it, had been highly effective. He felt perfectly fine and fit for more exercise. Sheldon ducked behind a few trees to change into some looser fitting clothes in the style that Misty had prescribed the day before. Then the session began with Misty starting Sheldon on a few basic moves. She had him try them several times until she got an idea on where he needed improvement on. His kicks were too low and his punches were both weak and not straight. Actually, he was not very good at any of it, but they had to start somewhere.

"Stop Shell," she called to him.

He halted the punching he had been doing as Misty strode over to him. "Alright, you're putting good effort into them," she continued, "but your form needs some fine tuning. Let me show you."

Then to Sheldon's surprise, Misty came right up behind him and reached her arms around his back. She put her head over his right shoulder, resting her chin on it. Her cheek was brushing against his. The gentle touch of their faces immediately brought a slight flush of red warmth to Sheldon's cheeks. Misty did not notice. She placed her hands under his armpits and pushed upwards, forcing Sheldon to stand tall to his full height.

"Stand up Shell." commanded Misty in his ear as she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "You're taller than me but no one would ever know the way you slouch. That's not good for your back or for combat." To emphasis her point, she pushed up under him until his feet almost left the ground, his body leaned against her own for a second, and he had to extended his legs fully to regain his footing.

She put him down then and this time he did not drop back into his regular posture. Misty was pleasantly surprised to find that she could not stick her face over his shoulder with ease anymore. Still hugging Sheldon from behind, her chest pressed into his back, she moved her legs to press against his inner knees and thights. At the first touch below his middle, Sheldon's head immediately snapped down to look at the cause.

"Put your feet shoulder's width apart." she commanded, pushing his legs outward with her own until he got into the right stance. "Now, bend slightly at the knee." she let got of under his arms and curved her hands back to pressed down on the top of his shoulder, pushing down just slightly until he assumed the pose she wanted. "But keep your back straight."

They paused, holding that position. Misty's arms were still reaching around his chest and under his arms, and her warm front was pressing just slightly into his back. After a second, Misty spoke. "Feel this. Hold this. Remember this position." Sheldon nodded, indicating to her that he was listening and trying not to pay attention to the fleeting feel of her soft body. "Now," Misty continued, and she moved her hands once again, this time extending her arms and grabbing Sheldon's hand's by the wrists with her long slender fingers. "Here is the proper way to punch."

She positioned her legs right up next his, pressing their clothes flat between them. Then she closed and distance between them, pushing her chest firmly into his back. Sheldon gulped, feeling even more the sensation of something soft pressing into him from behind. "Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!" called Misty, her head next to his, still poking over his shoulder. As she cried out, she moved one arm forward and the other arm back. Then that arm forward and the other arm back. The motion jarred Sheldon and caused Misty's body to pull away slightly on one side of his back while pressing into the other, then reversing it with the counter motion. The result was an undulating push and release of the soft pressure on into his flesh from behind. Sheldon was now rather red in the face, and starting to break out in a slight sweat.

"She's just training me. She's just training me." he told himself inside his head. "She doesn't mean anything by it." His words were not terribly reassuring, but nonetheless as he repeated them in a mantra to himself. With his hands occupied Sheldon was only glad that his loose fitting pants did not feel very uncomfortable.

Misty broke in on his thoughts. "Sheldon!" she called over his shoulder practically into his ear. He snapped out of his inner chant, coming to attention. "Your not holding your position. Get yourself up and be firm!"

Sheldon complied, and Misty resumed. "Feel this motion. Sense how your body moves and how the action feels to you. Remember it." whispered Misty in his ear.

After a few more punches and a few more accompanying chest pressed, Misty let go of his writs and backed up a pace. "Now you try."

Sheldon grinned almost sheepishly and threw a punch.

***

"Now Ben my dear boy," spoke Brit with her hand lightly touching the top of the boy's belt buckle. "I asked you and your friend to watch that boy Sheldon and that vaporous witch over a week ago...." She traced her finger along the rim of the belt and his pants, making the boy shiver as goose bumps appeared in mass up his back.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that Brit, but it was complicated." replied Ben, struggling to keep composed as he watched Brit bring her finger back down and lightly run it over the pants fabric above his crotch, which quickly bulged outward.

"Hmm," responded Brit, smiling down at the effect she was having. Even if she did not have any feelings for the boy, the fact that she could elicit such a response was still something to be proud. Beauty and sex appeal were not something to be besmirched.

"Well, that guy Sheldon. He's really secretive. Doesn't talk to anybody, unless it's about comics or cartoons. We uh... uh...." he trailed off as Brit brought her other hand up touch his belt, then unclipped the strap and began loosening the loop.

With a small grin on her face, Brit ordered in a casual tone, "Go on." She did not look up from his groin as she began undoing his pants with what felt to Ben like painstaking slowness, taking every opportunity to tease the young male. Running her fingertips over the cloth on his thighs and scratching her nails slowly against the fabric, sending small vibrations into the flesh beneath. To Brit, making boys squirm was almost as good as when the boys made *her* scream.

"We asked him a bunch of questions uh... *moan* but we did it real carefully. It... uuh... took a long time. We didn't ask him, Aaah, all at once, me and Cliff." said Ben through gasps. With much teasing, Brit had opened and lowered the waist of his trousers, and now she was caressing, pinching and teasing his manhood through the fabric of his boxers.

"Cliff?" asked Brit, her eyes still on her work. "I assume you mean your gentlemen companion?" She indicated by nodding her head ever so slightly to the right at other boy sitting in the room, who was watching in rapt fascination as Brit worked *poor* Ben over for information.

"Y-y-y-yeah..." gasped Ben as Brit continued to expertly stroking his erect shaft through the cloth of his underwear.

"Well then," said Brit as she grinned wider and moved a hand to the crotch hole in the boxer's crouch. "If he helped you, he helped us. And he must be rewarded..."

The eyes of the boy sitting close at hand instantly bulged outward, shortly followed by his pants. He had not been expecting any sort of reward like THIS.

"Tiff dear." called Brit as her the skin of her fingers made contact with flesh of Ben's turgid member.

"A-a-a-h-Aaah," gasped Ben again, rising somewhat out of his seat on the chair.

"Shh-shh-shh," quieted Brit as pushed him back down into seat. But inside of her head she cooed, "Virgins." They were not much fun in the sack, but they were loads of fun to tease. So sensitive!

"Got it Cuz," answered Tiff to Brit's unspoken suggestion. She stood up from her seat across the room and walked over towards the other boy who stared at her open mouthed as she approached. Tiff swung her large hips from side to side as she sauntered up to her speechless quarry. "Heya boy." she greeted him as she knelt down before him, her fishnet leggings touching at the knee in an Asian sitting position. "Let's see what God gave ya!" and she moved her hand to his pants.

By this time Brit had freed Ben's cock through the built in opening in his shorts and was slowly running her fingers over it to keep him erect. Not that he needed the stimulation, he was already very hard. "Now Ben," purred Brit while she used one hand to hold her long black hair in place as she learned forward and placed her lips within an itch of his purple helmet. She exhaled her hot breath out onto the pulsing flesh as she spoke, "If you tell us what you found out, you may be handsomely rewarded. If we're satisfied..." she paused to kiss the tip of his penis with her lips with an audible smooch, and then continued, "...then you'll be VERY satisfied."

Ben's top head at this point was swimming in chemical overdrive as his brain pumped excessive amounts of hormones into his blood stream. When the Crusts had asked him to surreptitiously find out about more about Sheldon and Misty, he figured the reward she mentioned would be some social points, not this!

"Mmm, Ben, why don't you spill it then?" remarked Brit before she lowered her head and made contact with her pink tongue against the bulbous gland.

Ben began a stuttering and gasping account of what they had uncovered. Concerning Sheldon, it was very little actually. He was surprisingly secretive about his personal life but was more than happy to discuss any number of superhero or sci-fi related subjects, as well as a considerable amount of technology topics. All they had managed to find out, not from Sheldon himself, was where he lived approximately and that seemed to be the end their information on the boyn.

During all of the couple of moments that it took to relay this, Brit had enjoyed teasing poor Ben by taking him in and out of her mouth, flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue and punctuated by long periods of light caresses with her fingers and fingernails to keep him hard but unsatisfied. She had his dick twitching and jumping by the time he finished telling her those details. Despite the enjoyment Brit got from acting out as the major cock tease she was, she was not very pleased with this information. Vague directions to his home would not be very useful. As Ben panted out his last words about Sheldon, Brit had his little head cradled between her lips. Displeased at so little valuable information, she intentionally pressed her large front teeth down into the firm flesh of his rod, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make sure he felt what she was doing. She growled around his knob, causing rather scary but pleasant vibrations along to run up his shaft.

Ben gulped, watching as Brit assumed a momentary scowl. She blinked and then with obvious sarcasm popped his tool out of her mouth, saying "Oh my, I'm dreadful sorry Ben. I didn't mean to nip you like that, but you know I'm just so disappointed if that's all you've got." Ben opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Brit continued, "Pity too. You are rather a nice size..." She pulled her hands away from his member and gave it a exaggerated forlorn look.

"There's more!" the stiffened boy managed to cry at last. "That girl! We found out where she lives!"

"Really?" asked Brit with a wicked grin on her face. This was something useful. "Can you take us there?"

"Yeah! Sure! We know exactly where it is, and we know when she's gone too!" answered Ben desperately. He was afraid of being left 'empty handed.'

"Hmm...." said Brit, eyeing his dick once more, making sure Ben saw the action. "Well, I suppose that's good enough. I guess that means you deserve a bit of a reward."

Ben practically squeaked in pleasure as Brit leaned forward again and once more put her long fingers around his rod. While blowjobs were more Tiff's turn-on and pleasure to give, she did not mind sucking a bit of her cock herself, and the boy was a fair piece of meat. She lifted the stiff and throbbing pole upwards as she lowered her head. With one arm she reached up to brush aside her bangs as she once more opened her mouth and little Ben was again surrounded by the wet heat of her maw. Not taking all of the shaft right away, Brit rolled her tongue over the extremely sensitive bulbous head and sucked on it like a pacifier, enjoying the feel of the rubbery flesh against her lips, tongue and mouth. Soon with each powerful suck, she drew centimeter after centimeter of the long organ pasted her lips and down her throat.

Behind her, Brit heard the other boy give a loud gasp, and she guessed that Tiff had probably just started to really treat him good. While Brit had a sharp silver tongue when it came to word play, Tiff had the superior oral skills. Not that Brit minded, she liked a good hard fuck over a hummer any day. As her nose touched the fuzzy hair as the base of Ben's shaft, her attention focused back on him. She began to bob her head back and forth, rising up and down on his shaft as she pulled him nearly out of her mouth and then thrust him all the way in again.

She did not have to do this long as Ben grunted something to her, and she felt him tense up. She had teased him rather to a boil, so it was not surprising he was so quick. Suddenly Ben's dick stiffened to maximum rigidity before breaking into wild spasms, shooting blast after blast of thick cum down her throat. She did not stop bobbing up and down on him as he orgasmed, causing her to catch wads occasionally in her mouth as he sprayed. As his cock slowed its explosions, Brit pulled the head back into her mouth and sucked on the knob once more while pumping the shaft with both hands. This brought forth a few more jerking spasms and more liquid, which Brit tasted as it oozed over her tongue.

At last Ben's rod stopped completely, and she gave him a few last sucks to make sure he had nothing left to offer, before popping him out of her mouth. She licked the mushroom tip clean of any remaining drops of cum, leaving it covered in her own saliva. As Brit finally let go of his dick, she realized that she felt rather hot and flustered from the experience, more aroused than she had expected to be. She would have to go see if some local stud had a free period next, or perhaps she would take care of the sudden need on her own.

Rising to her feet and standing over Ben where he sat, Brit glanced over at Tiff, who had the other boy completely engulfed to the hilt and down her throat. A slight humming could be heard from the punk girl as she bobbed her own head up and down on his shaft. 'Hummers' were rather a particular specialty of Tiff's. Brit noticed the distinct smile on Tiff lips around the throbbing hard-on, but only because she knew what to look for. Tiff was enjoying this and probably would have blown both boys even if they had not had any good information them.

Shaking her head at her cousins passion for the things that made them most popular, she turned back and looked at Ben. "Now my dear Ben, you and your comrade will be keeping quiet about this whole affair, am I right? Even from bragging to your own male associates? For if knowledge that you were... *leaking* information to us, became known, we unfortunately wouldn't be able to do this again sometime, like when you accompany us to that girl's camp site."

Ben nodded vigorously. He would keep absolutely quiet about this forever if it meant he could get more head like that. She had been fantastic, and she had not even been trying like her punk cousin was!

"Good." stated Brit, as a moan came from Tiff next to her, signaling some arousal on her part. Brit could not help smiling, knowing that Tiff was probably reveling in it. "Then here is what you shall do next...."

***

The training between Misty and Sheldon continued as they worked through a simple kick and some simple blocks. Teaching Sheldon those particular moves had not taken such close contact to correct his form, though she had helped to align his kicks with reference to his hips, putting her hands on his waist and ankles to demonstrate. After Sheldon had learned the forms to practice, he and Misty had then worked through each of them for almost an hour, one attacking while the other blocked. When the session ended, Misty felt quite satisfied with his progress. He would still need a lot of training until it became a natural reaction, and they were the most basic of moves, but any progress was enough to make her happy.

They returned to town and back to Sheldon's place to start in on some Jackie Chan movies, which Misty found quite hilarious in addition to enjoying the combat aspects of them. The Chinese martial artist who got hurt for the audience and used the objects at hand to fight seemed to quickly be becoming Misty's second favorite actor. They had got about half through the first film when Misty's pager beeped.

"What's that?" asked Sheldon, pausing the movie to look at Misty.

Misty sat up straighter on the plush couch and shrugged. She reached into her coat pocket as she replied, "Oh, just something the city gave to me when they need to contact me. I guess there's some trouble."

She pulled out the device and read the instructions printed on the tiny screen, then she looked up at the boy sitting on the other end of the sofa. Her face quirked in an apologetic expression as she said, "Sorry Shell, duty calls. But it probably won't take long. It hasn't yet anyway. I'll be back soon 'kay? I think most of the big stuff happens in outer space, which Jen takes care of anyway no matter where she is."

Sheldon's eyebrows arched for a second and then dropped to form a compressed worry line above his eyes, but he said nothing. Instead he nodded a few times, and then he stood up from the couch, Misty rising with him. The two teens strode over the cushy soft white carpet of his home as he walked Misty to the door.

As Misty grabbed her shoes and quickly put them on, Sheldon told her, "Okay. Well, I'll just be around the house. Ring the bell a few times if I don't answer the door. I might be in the back."

"The bell?" asked Misty as she stepped through the door and stood on the front cement walk.

For answer, Sheldon turned and pushed the small button near the outside door knob. In response, a bell chimed somewhere inside the house. "The door bell." he clarified.

"Oh," said Misty, clearly having never seen one before. "Well, I'm off." she declared a second later. She feet left the ground as she flew up into the air and immediately headed down town.

From the door way, Sheldon called after her, "Be safe!"

As she pulled away, she called back with a foxy grin, "What's the fun in that?"

After that, Sheldon stepped backward into his house and shut the door in front of himself with all apparent ease, in case Misty might look back. However, as soon as the entrance was closed, he jumped into his own shoes and then tore off towards the garage at full speed.

***

The sun had set and it was getting a little dark outside as Misty arrived on the scene to find Letta and her gang of Space Bikers making trouble. It seemed they had once again crashed Mezmers, despite the owner's protests. For a moment, she hovered in the sky a ways away from building as she assessed the situation. A few windows were broken in, with what looked like motor-bikes-with-rider-shaped holes, but the music was still playing. Descending, Misty touched down near one of the still intact windows and then peered around the edge to look inside.

The site that met her eyes was not quite what she had been expecting. Letta, Sledge and Tammy were dancing around on the floor in time with the music, though they seemed to lack any style of dance Misty could see. With them appeared to be three handsome but very unhappy and afraid looking boys. They were each gripped tightly by the large green skinned women and were being swung around and made to dance involuntarily with their female partners. Misty almost laughed at the scene. Some distance away from the main floor, Olga and Lenny were at the bar, apparently partaking in the locale food stuffs.

"Well, besides Olga, Letta, and Sledge, they really won't be much of a problem." thought Misty. "Need to get these people out of the way though."

She was right, there were still quite a few people inside. Obviously the bikers did not want to party alone and had made it difficult to leave, not that blocking the entrances was very difficult. The exits in Mezmers were few and they were generally too close to the bikers for anyone to slip through. Misty looked around for something to empty the place out quick, and her eyes quickly spotted the fire sprinkler system in the ceiling.

She slipped in through one of the broken windows and, since none of the bikers seemed to notice her arrival, she casually levitated off the ground a few feet and then gave the nearest sprinkler head a good swift kick. The metal spigot broke off at the pipe from the force of the blow, and an instant later all the sprinklers started raining down liquid. The crowd of people let out a series of Oh's and Ah's, while Olga and Sledge both cursed something in a foreign tongue.

Not surprisingly, the biker girls were not pleased to have their party cut short. "Who did that!?" shouted Letta.

Maybe some of the humans pointed, either out of stupidity or fear, or maybe Letta just saw her quickly, but with hardly a look around the big green alien woman seemed to center on Misty. With a shout of "Get that purple bitch!" Letta threw her dance partner aside and started for Misty. The rest of the gang followed.

"Whoops." said Misty as she saw all five of the bikers now advancing on her at once. "Didn't mean for that to happen."

She shifted to mist form and flew back outside through the broken window. The bikers followed, Letta and Tammy bursting through the door, while seconds later Sledge and Olga, tugging Lenny in tow, busted through two of the as yet unbroken windows. Not wanting to let them close in and surround her, Misty swooped towards the doorway and solidified to flesh and bone as she hurled through the air towards the nearest girl, who happened to be Tammy. The green biker girl dodged the flying punch, but Misty landed right in front of the comparatively diminutive biker girl and followed up with round house kick to her side, which struck home. Before Tammy could hit the ground, Misty let out with another kick, this time connecting with the side of Tammy's head.

Misty then immediate jumped back to avoid a swing from Letta. Back peddling, she dodged this way and that as Letta swung at her clumsily. After a few seconds of this, Misty jumped high, doing a somersault mid-air while putting a bit of flight into her arc. She hand-touched off of Letta's head to throw the green woman's balance off and landed behind her in a crouch. With a backwards leg sweep she knocked Letta off her feet and toppled her the hard ground. Kneeling on the cement, Misty aimed a punch at Letta who was still scrambling to get up, when she heard a movement behind her. She threw herself to one side instantly, but something collided with her shoulder, causing her to wince as she rolled away.

Rolling into a crouch, Misty saw Sledge holding some large club and grinning at her. Misty put her hand on her shoulder, never taking her attention away from Sledge. Her shoulder hurt a lot but she didn't feel any blood. The lavender alien girl stood up and started to advance forward at Sledge, when she heard steps behind her. Whirling and once again throwing herself to one side, she narrowly avoided a blow from Olga. At this new foe's appearance, Misty backed up a step, knowing there was not much room. Stuck between Sledge and Olga, she knew this was not strategically good. She shifted to mist form just as Sledge's club came whizzing down in her vapor shape, passing through harmlessly.

Misty flew up into the air to hover well over the bikers' heads as Letta picked herself off the ground. The whole exchange had take a matter of seconds, but it seemed much longer. "Three against one." thought Misty. "Four if Tammy gets up. Not great odds."

"Come down an' fight, you smoky slut!" shouted Letta waving her fist in the air in anger. "We ain't finished wit' you!"

Misty ignored the remark, trying to think of a way she could handle them. Even using a partial mist form she could only encircle probably two of them, and their strength might prevent her from actually holding them. She needed to come up with something else. Looking down, her eyes flicked from figure to figure as she as she concentrated on thinking of a plan.

Suddenly an engine roar behind her caught Misty's attention. She had half turned around in the air before something hit her hard, knocking her down to earth. She struck the pavement with a rather painful thud and lay there with her eyes closed. Bruised and hurt, a thought came unbidden to her mind, "So this is how Squish feels."

She rolled herself over onto her back, coughing a little as she managed to get her breath back. Then she tried to get up but something pushed her back down and held her. Misty's eyes snapped open to see Letta and Tammy each with a foot on one of her arms. Olga and Sledge appeared a second later, followed by two other figures that were clearly not human. Blinking through her slightly shakey vision, Misty looked at the newcomers. They were pair of green skinned, obviously male, bikers each as big Olga.

"Meet Han and Don." said Letta with a sneer. "I called thems in for backup."

Misty groaned. She needed to get up and away from them. These were not good odds alone. Closing her eyes, again, she relaxed her body and tried to shift into mist form. Suddenly she felt her head start to spin and a second later a sharp pain stabble through the back of her skull. Instantly Misty's heyes snapped open and her pupils widened in shock and suddenly worry. She could not shift to mist form! Not until her head cleared anyway. This was bad, she had NOT expected them to have this many people. Even Jenny would have had trouble with a number like this, let alone herself.

"Now you little cunt, let's make you REALLY purple..." sneered Letta with a laugh that everyone joined in with. Misty braced herself and desperately tried to clear her thoughts so she could shift to mist form. She would have to do it through the pain, if she could.

Suddenly a strong confident voice called out from somewhere nearby, "That's no way to treat a lady!"

There was a low whir of sound, as the two large male bikers Don and Han managed to half turn before they were seemingly jerked powerfully out of Misty's view with a horrible thudding impact. There was another whir and then Olga went air born. That time Misty caught a glimpse of something shiny and metallic swinging through the air before Olga had disappeared. Suddenly a second later a crumpled looking space bike flew over Misty where she lay on the ground and landed with a crash some ways behind her. She felt the pressure that held her arms down ease and lift as Letta and Tammy both stepped back. Sledge however stood stupidly rooted to the spot staring as a huge figure strode up. Misty blinked her eyes as a broad chested shiny silvery robot with handsome features came into her view.

There was an "Ulp!" as the robot whipped its arm out and seized Sledge by the throat, lifting her a few inches off the ground in the process. The robot then casually threw the green girl over Misty into Letta and Tammy, toppling them all to the ground in a heap. It then stooped down and looked at Misty, who was still laying on the ground.

"Are you alright miss?" it asked, and Misty realized it was a male robot. Obviously male, and quite handsome, for a robot. This must be the Silver Shell she had heard so much about. Misty would have smiled except she caught a movement behind the robot. "Look out!" she tried to call in warning, but only managed the 'look', before the Silver Shell lurched slightly from an impact from behind. However, he did not fall nor loose his footing. Instead, he turned to glare over his shoulder, the male robot saw Don sitting astride his space bike, which he had rammed into the Shell in an attempt to damage him.

"I'm revoking your license!" cried the Shell as he seized the front of the vehicle in his large metal hands. Then with a quick motion whipped it into the air in a smooth arc up over his head and brought it, smashing it driver and all, into the concrete parking lot. Don, now heavily bruised, probably slightly broken, and definitely bleeding, slumped out of the seat and rolled out flat on the ground. The Silver Shell pulled the heavily damaged bike away from its driver and with his two massive steel gauntlets, he tore the craft in half.

Tossing the two parts of the ruined vehicle aside, he looked up at the remaining space bikers. "Who's next?" he growled menacingly.

Letta and her bikers looked at each other. Tammy was beaten, Han and Olga had both taken direct bone breaking hits in the side by one of their own bikes from the Silver Shell as he had cleared them away from Misty. Don, having been more pushed out of the way by Han, had retaliated only to be unceremoniously smashed face first into the pavement. The Silver Shell had been rammed by one of their bikes, hardly flinched at the impact and then turned around to rip it into pieces. Under the circumstances, the bikers were certainly not in the mood to tangle with such a metal hero, especially if Misty rejoined the fight.

"Ahh, we was done wit' you's anyways." spat Letta as turned to the others. "Let's blow this joint."

The Silver Shell let out a growl at her disrespect, scowling fiercely at her. Letta jumped back a pace, and then motioned the others to hurry up and go. Once the bikers had left, rather quickly, the Silver Shell walked back over to where Misty was now sitting on the ground. He said nothing, merely looking down at her from his considerable height. Misty was rubbing her shoulder, but looked up as he took a stand next to her.

"Sorry for cutting in," apologized the Silver Shell, "But I just can't stand by and watch a lovely lady be hurt."

"It's cool," she said as she rubbed her temple. "In a minute, I would've been able to shift to mist again and then I could've got them." She stood and brushed herself off.

"Without a doubt. That was a bit of a fall, but I am glad you seem to be alright." he commented, eyeing her for injuries.

"Yeah," she grunted, though she felt a little woozy. "I'll be okay."

"That's a relief." said the Shell. At that remark, Misty cocked her head to look at him. The Silver Shell added, almost hastily, "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of being introduced yet." He kneeled down on one knee, reached out and took one of her hands, then bent his head forward and kissed the back of it, saying, "I am the Silver Shell, milady."

Misty almost blushed at the act, it was so formal and almost stuffy, like some shining knight out of a romance. But somehow such an action suited the Silver hero. "Hello, my name is Misty." she giggled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Misty." rumbled the Silver Shell with a grin. He stood up and said, "Do you need any help? Or will you be alright from here on your own?"

Misty took a few steps, then levitated up off the ground a foot, then floated back down. "Yeah, I think I'll be okay."

"Very well then," responded the Shell briskly. "I will be off. 'Til we meet again Misty." He gave a stiff wave to her and stepped back a pace. Misty was startled as his body rapidly changed shape into a large metal saucer on the ground, which lifted into the air and flew off. She stood there a few moments watching it fly away, idly rubbing her bruised shoulder slowly.

***

It took Misty quite a while to arrive back at Sheldon's place. She had not flown particular fast, though it was still quicker than walking. Her body was starting to ache, but the pain was not too bad. Her shoulder really hurt, but besides that she had taken the fall quite well. She actually would not have minded receiving a lift or something from the Silver Shell, but she was not sure that was what he had been offering. Also the idea of getting a ride, especially back to a friend's house when she could still fly on her own, did not seem very heroic to her.

Eventually she arrive back and knocked on the door to Sheldon's house. A moment later she was greeted by him and he ushered her inside. "How was it? How did it go? Who'd you fight? How many were there? Did ya get hurt? Did ya hurt them?" blurted out Sheldon, his enthusiasm seeming to get the better of him.

"Chill Shell," said Misty raising a hand as she entered, "I'll tell you all about it." Jenny did not think much of her exploits as a superhero and therefore did not necessarily like relating them to Brad and even less to Sheldon. Perhaps it was because she had been made to be a superhero, not chosen it as a lifestyle? Nonetheless, Misty was far less reserved about retelling her adventures and it was pleasant to have someone who wanted to listen for once. Of course, Jenny and her swapped stories all the time, but it was not the same. With them, it was their style of girl talk, rather like to people in the same career swapping stories about experiences in the job field. With Brad and Sheldon, it was like telling someone totally outside the experience, and thus the story telling itself was completely different.

Sheldon led her to the kitchen for snacks and refreshments, while Misty briefly related the story of what had happened at Mezmers. Sheldon was exactly himself during the telling, meaning he was an encouraging and receptive audience. When she got to the part about the Silver Shell, he peppered her with questions, especially about what she would have done if he had not shown up. She answered happily, struck slightly by the genuineness and honesty of his interest.

"Well, they had me for a minute there, and I can tell you I was a little worried. But in a moment I probably could've recovered enough to go mist on them and they'd have never caught me." said Misty sipping at her drink.

"Really? I didn't know your mist powers could be disabled." said Sheldon, completely ignoring his own drink, thoroughly engrossed in the conversation.

"Nah, they weren't disabled. I just couldn't concentrate, my head was stuffy and spinning. In a minute, it would've cleared and then I'd have had them." said Misty, making a fist with her free hand to emphasize the point.

"And what would you've done then?" asked Sheldon.

"Well, I probably would've tripped Don and Han by tying up their legs. Then I'd have probably kept hitting 'em, and wrapping up anyone that gave me trouble. That would've been a little tough, since if I want to make my mist solid enough to touch anything, it takes more work. But shifting to flowing mist is pretty easy. The real trick is when you want to be half solid and half mist, that's tough."

"But the Silver Shell showed up before you had time to go mist on them?"

"Yeah, good thing too. They probably would've started hitting me for a bit before I could've shifted. I'll tell you though, that Silver Shell sure is strong. He ripped that bike in half like it was paper." said Misty smiling. She sipped at her drink again and then commented casually, "No wonder Jen has as such a crush on him."

The second after the words left her mouth, Misty regretted them immediately and her slightly widened eyes quickly fixed on Sheldon. She had just said the wrong thing to him right then. Misty did not mind talking about Jenny at all. They were friends, but she had purposely avoided the topic of Jenny with Sheldon for fear of his obsession coming to the surface. Now she had just told him about Jenny's crush on a fellow robot, right in his face when she knew Sheldon had a crush on Jenny. Had Sheldon known of Jenny's crush? Was this news to him? Certainly not after his comments at lunch. But still....

There was a tense moment while she watched for his reaction. Unexpectedly though, he did not gasp or tense up. Sheldon's lines thinned and compressed while his brow knotted together, giving him a troubled look as he gazed down at the table top. "Yeah, I know." was all he said, sounding surprisingly forlorn instead of his usually upbeat self.

"Um, sorry about that Shell." apologized Misty quickly. "I didn't mean to throw that at you. I mean, I know you like Jen and all. I just--"

"It's okay." he cut in with a sigh, as he still looked down at the table top. "It's just that Jenny and the Silver Shell can't be together but Jenny doesn't know that. I mean, I understand why she likes him. He does look pretty cool after all."

Misty blinked. This was a sort of a first. Sheldon had actually spoken about relationships with Jenny other than his own interets and he had not gone all lovey-dovey about it. "Ah, well you never know. I mean, we don't actually know that he and Jen can't be an item. They did go to that Sadie Hawkins dance last year, remember?"

"No, that was an exception. Normally, the Silver Shell isn't around." spoke Sheldon, his chin on his chest as he continued to look down. His voice did not sound like he was speaking to Misty anymore, more like talking to himself. "Jenny's keeping her hopes up about him but when she finally realizes the truth, she's going to... well, I just hate the idea of seeing her get hurt. That's what really bothers me."

Misty was silent for a moment, realizing that Sheldon was sharing something quite serious with her, whether he was fully aware of doing it or not. He obviously had not talked to Brad or Jenny about this. Brad was not serious enough about anything and Jenny was too involved to listen. Misty almost smiled, they were sharing things, trusting each other. Well, Sheldon was anyway, but she would too eventually. This type of 'intimate' relationship was something she had not had with any of the Teen Team.

"The truth about what? About the Silver Shell?" asked Misty, peering closely at the boy.

"What!?" squawked Sheldon, his head snapping up to look at her with eyes wide. "What about the Silver Shell? Oh, err. Nothing! I mean, well, the truth about him being..."

"Being what?" prodded Misty.

"Um, the truth that he's not around much, so he and Jenny can't really be together." he hurriedly answered.

"Really? How do you know?" asked Misty.

Sheldon looked from side to side before answering though he never met her gaze as he spoke, "You could say he told me." Though Sheldon's head was no longer looking down, he did not make eye contact with Misty, instead his gaze flicked around the room away from her and his expression appeared slightly nervous.

"What! No way! You actually know the Silver Shell? Why didn't you ever tell Jen?!" exclaimed Misty.

Then Misty realized what she had just said. If he told Jenny he knew the Silver Shell, she would obviously assail him with questions, despite the fact that Sheldon had interests in Jenny herself and imparting information on a rival for her attentions would not be pleasant. "Oh, I see why.... You mean the Silver Shell actually told you he isn't around a lot?" added Misty.

"More or less." answered Sheldon shifting in his seat. He continued to avoid making eye contact with Misty.

"So, Jen doesn't know you know him? Or that he told you that?" inquired Misty.

"Nope."

They were silent for a minute. Misty was curious to know about the relationship Sheldon had the with Silver Shell, but he obviously did not like talking about it, nor did the prospect of Jenny being enamored of the Shell make a very nice topic for Sheldon to discuss. It was obvious that he was not enjoying the conversation anymore. She thought of something else they could do. "Hey," piped up Misty, "why don't we finish that Jackie Chan movie now?"