Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was messed up. But it worked. No one had been hurt. No one suspected. And you were an integral member of the team.

It wasn't even that hard to hide it once you were used to suppressing that side of yourself. & It wasn't like you never got to sing. You just had to make sure the boys weren't around to hear you. Just thinking of what a mess that would be made you shiver.

You were injured on a mission- we’re talking ble-ding, bruised, a broken rib, or two- So, Knox benched you… While the rest of the team was out doing something that actually mattered, you did the one thing that calmed the tempest of your soul.

Baking.

The shared kitchen in Sentinels Compound looked like the season finale of The Great British Bake Off. You knew the team would appreciate the spoils of your forced convalescence.

As you baked, your mind wandered, a squall of thought and emotion.

"Am I going crazy? Would I even know?" You sang to yourself as you kneaded dough for your famous cinnamon rolls. "Am I right back where I started fourteen years ago..." You were too comfortable, too trusting of the silence in the compound to notice the ethereal quality of your voice as you worked & sang to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, the team was back, making their way through the compound to the residential wing where your voice filled the corners with your magic.

"Is that... singing?" Kat asked as the team approached the kitchen. "It's beautiful..." Grant murmured, his eyes glowing softly as his attention turned solely to your voice. "Mmm..." Griffin, Adrian, Marek, and Nexus all nodded, their eyes aglow.

"Wanna guess the ending..." You sang, drawing the boys to you as you rolled out the dough, unaware of the spell you were casting.

"What is a siren doing here?" Kat's eyes widened. "It's {{user}}." Rowena answered, sensing you through your magic. "No way. She would have told us." Kat argued as the boys walked toward the kitchen, each declaring, "I'm coming, my queen,", their minds enchanted by your siren song.