A/N: Happy Pride Month everyone! Just remember, here you are loved, regardless of your gender and sexuality

As the school year drifted on, Zeta continued to drift apart. It felt like nothing was going right and they were done trying. They lost every spar they were in, they failed to complete half of their group projects, any chance they got to not be together they took.

They ate their lunch in silence, as they usually did. The other tables were alive with chatter to the point that the silence of Zeta was deafening to it's members, but no one did anything to change that.

As lunch was nearing it's end, Principal Al-Abbas came in, standing at the front of the room.

"Attention!" she shouted and all eyes turned to her. "As I'm sure you are all well aware, the school year is coming to an end. You have six weeks until summer break." Some students started cheering, but Principal Al-Abbas' glare shut them right up. "At the end of the of the year, each team will be given a randomly selected scenario in which you will have to 'save the day' so to speak. This will affect your final grade, so I suggest getting some extra practice in now while you can."

The principal left the room when she finished, giving the students just enough time to clean off their tables before heading to their next class.

"Looks like were flunking out," Amanda said.

Both T'Chakkek and Alexander wanted to object, but they knew she was right. Together, Zeta walked to their next class in silence.

When classes were over for the day, Zeta was ready to relax for the afternoon. It didn't seem they would get that luxury, though. As soon as parted ways, a voice spoke through the speakers.

"Zeta to Principal Al-Abbas' office now, I repeat, Zeta to Principal Al-Abbas' office now."

They met up outside of the door to the office.

"What did you do now?" T'Chakek asked as Amanda walked over, completing the group.

"Nothing. Why assume it's my fault?"

"It's always your fault," T'Chakek said.

"Except when it's yours," Amanda said.

"Can we get this over with before we get in even more trouble?" Alexander asked.

"I agree," A.T.O.M. said.

He opened the door and walked in, his teammates following.

"The principal has been waiting for you," the secretary said as they entered. "Go on in."

The principal's office only had two seats available to the students. Amanda and T'Chakek went straight for the seats, leaving A.T.O.M. and Alexander standing.

"Glad to see you finally made it," Principal Al-Abbas said.

"Why are we here?" Amanda asked.

"I have two things to discuss with you," the principal said, pulling out a file. "First, your grades. They are low, especially in areas of teamwork."

"Are we flucking out?" Alexander asked.

"Flunking," Amanda corrected.

"Not necessarily. You could scrap by if you ace the final," Principal Al-Abbas said.

"By ace, you mean..." T'Chakek asked.

"A near perfect score. Difficult, yes, but not impossible."

"Have you met Zeta? We'll barely pass the final as it is, there's no way we're acing it," Amanda said.

"What kind of heroes are we going to make if we just give up?"

Everyone turned to the source of the voice. Standing in the door, suitcase in his hand, was Jamie. He looked a lot better from when he left. He held himself in a more confident way that suited him well.

"Are you back?" A.T.O.M. asked.

"Looks like, I still have therapy a few days a week, but they say I'm doing better. I feel like I'm doing better."

"That's great," Alexander said.

"You're dismissed Zeta," Principal Al-Abbas said. "You have a lot of practice to get done and a short time to do it."

A/N: Stay safe, stay kind, I'll try to update soon