Here's the last installment of I Sense a Glitch! I revised it –translation: added to it a bunch –because someone made the comment that it seemed a bit rushed. When I went back and reread it, I realized that they were right. It did seem rushed. Thanks for reading this you guys! Enjoy Speak No Evil.

Speak No Evil

About a week after Chase got his hearing back, the bionic kids were sitting in the lab and chatting about nothing in particular. Adam managed to get everyone to laugh by being his stupid self.

"Oink! I'm a cow," Adam said, grinning like an idiot.

"Adam, a cow doesn't say oink," Chase sighed.

"Yeah, a pig says–" Bree started in Chase's voice before she faltered.

"A pig says what?" Adam asked, curious.

Bree tried to start over, but no sound came out. Thankfully, Davenport hadn't deleted the signing app off her chip yet, so she told Chase what happened.

'I can't speak!' Bree signed.

"What?" Chase said, startled.

'I can't speak,' she repeated. 'What happened to me?'

"I think it was your vocal manipulation," Chase said. "Your voice glitched."

'This sucks.'

Adam and Leo, who were really confused by this point, looked to Chase for an explanation.

Chase sighed. "Bree's voice is gone. She glitched."

"Her vocal manipulation messed up her voice?" Leo asked with a smug grin. "I told you bad things come in threes!"

"After you quit gloating, you could help us figure out what to do," Chase suggested sarcastically. Leo made a snide remark as to what Chase could do, which started a bicker war.

Bree got fed up with her brothers arguing and decided to go get help herself. She super speeded out of the lab, headed to find Mr. Davenport for the third time that month. He was sitting in the living room with Tasha, watching a movie.

'Mr. Davenport!' Bree signed. 'I can't speak! Fix it!'

"You can't talk?" he questioned. Bree nodded, making Davenport chuckle to himself. "What do you know, Leo was right. Bad things do happen in threes."

"Donald," Tasha said in a warning tone. "Figure out how to fix your daughter's voice. You helped out her brothers when they needed help."

"Technically I only helped Adam," Davenport reminded her. "I couldn't fix Chase."

'You had me sign for him,' Bree reminded him. 'So you helped him too. Fix me!'

"She's right," Tasha said. "You did give her that signing app so she could help Chase in school."

"You know sign language?" Davenport asked his wife.

"Yeah," Tasha told him. "My closest friend in high school was deaf, so I learned to sign so I could talk to her without a translator."

'This is all very touching,' Bree signed 'but can we please figure out how to get my voice back?'

"Right," Mr. Davenport said, standing up. "Tasha, I'll be right–"

Bree grabbed his arm and super speeded him to the lab just before he finished his sentence.

"–back," Davenport finished, stumbling across the ground at their sudden stop. "Warn me next time, okay?"

Bree waved in a 'whatever' motion before plopping down in one of the chairs in the lab. Mr. Davenport sighed, searching around for his scanner to see what the problem was. Once he found it, he beckoned Bree over.

"Hmm," he said after he scanned her throat. "I think I can fix this. You just need to go one day without talking, and then I can zap your chip and reboot it."

'I can't be mute tomorrow!' Bree signed. 'Tomorrow's the huge oral presentation in English class –oral, as in talking!'

"I'm sorry Bree; you'll just have to do it Wednesday."

Bree didn't sign back; she just stormed over to her capsule and shut the door. Davenport sighed. Dealing with teenagers was hard. He decided to leave her alone and headed back up to the living room to finish the movie he had been watching with his wife.

The next morning, Adam volunteered to help Bree out at school. After everyone told him no, he decided to just give his little sister a notebook so everyone knew what she wanted to say. Bree thanked him right before scribbling the words 'Um, no' when he said he wasn't leaving her alone.

"Why can't I help?" he asked. No one bothered to tell him the real reason they didn't want him helping Bree. Adam could barely take care of himself, so no one really trusted him to take care of Bree for the day.

At school, Bree was really nervous. She was dreading the start of the English presentations. The teacher was sure to go in alphabetical order by first name, meaning Bree would be the second one called on. She already had a reason for why she couldn't talk, but what if he docked her grade?

"Bree Davenport? You're up," the teacher said, looking at her. She got up from her chair and slowly made her way over before handing him a note.

I've got laryngitis and I can't talk. I'm sorry, but I can't do the presentation today.

"Oh, okay," her teacher said after a few antagonizing seconds of silence. "You can do the presentation when you feel better. Callie Morgan? You're next."

Bree walked back to her desk, a bit stunned. She hadn't gotten in trouble or her grade docked. Maybe being mute wasn't such a bad thing. But she still wanted her voice back. She hated writing everything she wanted to say. It was getting annoying.

Her friends even stayed far away from her during lunch. While saying she had laryngitis seemed like a good lie to tell her teachers, it didn't help with her social life. Okay, this was getting really frustrating. Even Catlin was staying away from her, and she had gone up to someone with a really bad cold once and didn't care if she would get sick. Bree sighed, no sound coming out. This sucked.

Bree woke up the next morning happy as could be. She was getting her voice back today! Being mute for a whole day had been awful. She couldn't tell people what she thought or what was going on unless she wrote it down. Half the time the people around her had moved on to a different topic by the time she was done writing. Bree plopped down in a chair and played a game on her phone, waiting for Mr. Davenport to come down. She was tempted to go wake him up, but decided against it. Let the man sleep; he clearly needed his beauty rest.

Mr. Davenport walked down to the lab about an hour after Bree woke up. She greeted him by grabbing his arm and pulling him over to the control panel for the capsules. He sighed; Bree was really impatient. Maybe it had something to do with the super speed.

Mr. Davenport told Bree to go get inside her capsule while he worked on how to fix her. A few minutes and a lot of button pushing later, there was a bright flash of light from inside the girl's capsule. A wobbly Bree walked out, holding onto the capsule door to keep her balance.

"Did it work?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"I dunno," Bree said. A smile broke out across her face. "It worked! I can talk again!" She rushed over to Davenport and pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank you!"

Davenport grinned while returning the hug. "You're welcome, Bree."

And so everything was fine. There weren't any more glitching senses for the bionic kids. Adam had gotten over the whole I-couldn't-see-thing, Chase had retaken his music test and passed, and Bree passed her oral presentation with flying colors. Life was back to normal at the Davenport household.

Well, as normal as life could get for the family, anyway.

And scene! *laughs* I hope you liked the final –revised –installment of I Sense a Glitch. Thanks for reading!

~C