Disclaimer, I don't own Rocket power and suing me won't do any good as I'm
broke but please don't copy my story idea.
Ok in this fic Twister, Otto and Carla are fifteen, Sammy is fourteen and Reggie is sixteen.
"Hey Reg, look." Otto said pointing out of his window. Twister had been gone all morning and now his parent's car had just driven into Twister's driveway. Lars was just opening Twister's door for him when Reggie looked out of the window.
"Whoa, weird much." Reggie murmured. Twister got out of the car carrying an unconscious teenage girl in his arms.
"What the - we have to go check this out Reg." Otto shouted running down the stairs.
"Hey Twist! What's going on." Otto's voice shouted at twister, he jumped so much he almost dropped the girl he was carrying.
"Jeez don't scare me like that dude." Twister sighed; he shifted so he could carry the girl in his arms better.
"Uh, Earth to Twister, what are you doing? And who's this?" Otto asked pointing at the girl in Twister's arms.
"What, her?" Twister asked looking down at her.
"No, the other girl in your arms." Otto sighed rolling his eyes.
"What where?" Twister asked looking around. Otto smacked himself on the forehead, he moved to get a better view of this mystery girl. She was really quite pretty, she had long blonde tightly braided hair, tanned skin not unlike Twister's, delicate features except for the cuts, scratches and bruises all over any visible bit of skin.
"This is Carla, she's my Mom's best friend's daughter. And this is Merc." Twister said nodding at a big, grey dusty wolf.
"That's nice, but what's she doing here?" Otto asked following Twister, Twister's parents and of course Lars into Twister's house.
"Ever get the feeling that things aren't any of your business, Otto?" Reggie said glaring at Otto for his rudeness.
"No, just you." Otto quipped; he ducked as his sister playfully made a swipe at his head.
"We found her in the desert in Mexico." Twister replied laying her down on the sofa.
"We think her Mom ditched her there. Things haven't been well at their house for a while. Here, she'll want this when she wakes up." Lars said handing Twister a huge jug of water and a glass.
"Since when do you care about anyone but yourself Lars?" Reggie asked coolly.
"Since he had a crush on her." Twister grinned.
"I do not. Anyway, that was years ago." Lars clamed a hand over his mouth when he realised what he had said but it was too late
"Aha! So you admit it!" Twister shouted jumping up pointing a finger at his older brother.
"If you tell her Maurice you won't have a head to wear that dumb hat on." Lars growled holding twister off the ground by his tank top.
"Ok! Ok!" Twister squeaked, Lars dropped him on the ground. Carla moaned and stirred, Lars went slightly pale and walked off.
"Later." He called and shut the door behind him.
"Carla! You ok?" Twister asked sitting on part of the sofa. Carla's long blonde braids slid off of her shoulder and covered her face as she sat up and groaned. She brushed them out of her face and opened her eyes and looked at Twister with a bemused expression on her face.
Otto felt his heart stop. Her eyes were something else; they were a neon blue surrounded by dark inky blue circles.
"Twist? Where. the desert.. What?" Carla mumbled rubbing her eyes that held Otto breathless.
"We were on out way to pick you up when we saw Merc dragging you along on your skateboard. You were unconscious." Twister explained; Carla looked up and saw Reggie and Otto, she frowned confused.
"Oh, this is Reggie and Otto, Sam's not here yet. Remember I told you about them before." Twister explained.
"Unfortunately we've heard nothing about you before today." Reggie said eyeing Twister suspiciously.
"Oh?" Carla asked after gulping down a whole glass of water, then she noticed Otto who was still staring at her with his mouth open. Reggie turned to look and sighed.
"Excuse my brother, they're giving his brain back tomorrow." Reggie smiled.
"Don't worry about it, I get that a lot, it's the eyes I'm told." Carla smiled shaking her head. Reggie watched, Carla's long braids swung lightly around her head, she looked at Carla, she had quite a figure on her for a fifteen year old, she doubted it was just Carla's eyes that had her brother staring.
"Carla! You're awake!" Twister's mom laughed grabbing up Carla into a huge hug.
"Aww, Mom!" Twister groaned standing up to rescue Carla who's muffled voice seemed to be saying something along the lines of "can't.breathe!"
"I'm going to go give your mother a call, someone needs to set he straight." Sandy sighed, her hands on her hips.
"Seriously though Carl, you ok?" Twister asked resting his hands unconsciously on Carla's hips.
"I'm not hurt Twist, really." Carla replied softly, Twister picked up the unsaid part of that sentence, that although she was ok, physically, but emotionally she wasn't. Normally Twister would offer what help he could then and there, but not with his friends around, and not with Otto gawking at her.
"Wanna go skating at Madtown?" Twister asked her and looked up at Reggie and Otto to let them know that the offer extended to them too. The word "Skating" seemed to kick start Otto's brain and he slipped into gear.
"Yeah! Let's go!" Otto said and opened the front door; an unsuspecting delivery boy who was just about to knock on the door ended up smacking Otto on the forehead.
"Hey dude! What's the big idea?!" Otto demanded rubbing his forehead.
"Uh, package for a Miss Juliet Carla Capulet?" The delivery boy said.
"That's me." Carla smiled; she signed for the package and lugged a suitcase inside.
"I guess my Mom isn't completely heartless." She sighed pulling a change of clothes and her helmet out of the suitcase and went off to change. A photo fell slowly to the floor, it had obviously got pulled out with Carla's clothes.
"Hey Twist, is she like, you're girlfriend or something?" Otto asked looking at the photo.
"No." Twister said taking the photo off of Otto, he looked at it. It had been taken last summer when he had gone to visit Carla, he had his arms around her waist they were both smiling but at each other, neither of them were aware of the camera. Twister felt a blush slowly creep onto his face.
Authors note: I know it seems odd for Twister to be this perceptive and sane but he really knows Carla well and she tells him everything so he knows what she means when she says things. Please review.
Ok in this fic Twister, Otto and Carla are fifteen, Sammy is fourteen and Reggie is sixteen.
"Hey Reg, look." Otto said pointing out of his window. Twister had been gone all morning and now his parent's car had just driven into Twister's driveway. Lars was just opening Twister's door for him when Reggie looked out of the window.
"Whoa, weird much." Reggie murmured. Twister got out of the car carrying an unconscious teenage girl in his arms.
"What the - we have to go check this out Reg." Otto shouted running down the stairs.
"Hey Twist! What's going on." Otto's voice shouted at twister, he jumped so much he almost dropped the girl he was carrying.
"Jeez don't scare me like that dude." Twister sighed; he shifted so he could carry the girl in his arms better.
"Uh, Earth to Twister, what are you doing? And who's this?" Otto asked pointing at the girl in Twister's arms.
"What, her?" Twister asked looking down at her.
"No, the other girl in your arms." Otto sighed rolling his eyes.
"What where?" Twister asked looking around. Otto smacked himself on the forehead, he moved to get a better view of this mystery girl. She was really quite pretty, she had long blonde tightly braided hair, tanned skin not unlike Twister's, delicate features except for the cuts, scratches and bruises all over any visible bit of skin.
"This is Carla, she's my Mom's best friend's daughter. And this is Merc." Twister said nodding at a big, grey dusty wolf.
"That's nice, but what's she doing here?" Otto asked following Twister, Twister's parents and of course Lars into Twister's house.
"Ever get the feeling that things aren't any of your business, Otto?" Reggie said glaring at Otto for his rudeness.
"No, just you." Otto quipped; he ducked as his sister playfully made a swipe at his head.
"We found her in the desert in Mexico." Twister replied laying her down on the sofa.
"We think her Mom ditched her there. Things haven't been well at their house for a while. Here, she'll want this when she wakes up." Lars said handing Twister a huge jug of water and a glass.
"Since when do you care about anyone but yourself Lars?" Reggie asked coolly.
"Since he had a crush on her." Twister grinned.
"I do not. Anyway, that was years ago." Lars clamed a hand over his mouth when he realised what he had said but it was too late
"Aha! So you admit it!" Twister shouted jumping up pointing a finger at his older brother.
"If you tell her Maurice you won't have a head to wear that dumb hat on." Lars growled holding twister off the ground by his tank top.
"Ok! Ok!" Twister squeaked, Lars dropped him on the ground. Carla moaned and stirred, Lars went slightly pale and walked off.
"Later." He called and shut the door behind him.
"Carla! You ok?" Twister asked sitting on part of the sofa. Carla's long blonde braids slid off of her shoulder and covered her face as she sat up and groaned. She brushed them out of her face and opened her eyes and looked at Twister with a bemused expression on her face.
Otto felt his heart stop. Her eyes were something else; they were a neon blue surrounded by dark inky blue circles.
"Twist? Where. the desert.. What?" Carla mumbled rubbing her eyes that held Otto breathless.
"We were on out way to pick you up when we saw Merc dragging you along on your skateboard. You were unconscious." Twister explained; Carla looked up and saw Reggie and Otto, she frowned confused.
"Oh, this is Reggie and Otto, Sam's not here yet. Remember I told you about them before." Twister explained.
"Unfortunately we've heard nothing about you before today." Reggie said eyeing Twister suspiciously.
"Oh?" Carla asked after gulping down a whole glass of water, then she noticed Otto who was still staring at her with his mouth open. Reggie turned to look and sighed.
"Excuse my brother, they're giving his brain back tomorrow." Reggie smiled.
"Don't worry about it, I get that a lot, it's the eyes I'm told." Carla smiled shaking her head. Reggie watched, Carla's long braids swung lightly around her head, she looked at Carla, she had quite a figure on her for a fifteen year old, she doubted it was just Carla's eyes that had her brother staring.
"Carla! You're awake!" Twister's mom laughed grabbing up Carla into a huge hug.
"Aww, Mom!" Twister groaned standing up to rescue Carla who's muffled voice seemed to be saying something along the lines of "can't.breathe!"
"I'm going to go give your mother a call, someone needs to set he straight." Sandy sighed, her hands on her hips.
"Seriously though Carl, you ok?" Twister asked resting his hands unconsciously on Carla's hips.
"I'm not hurt Twist, really." Carla replied softly, Twister picked up the unsaid part of that sentence, that although she was ok, physically, but emotionally she wasn't. Normally Twister would offer what help he could then and there, but not with his friends around, and not with Otto gawking at her.
"Wanna go skating at Madtown?" Twister asked her and looked up at Reggie and Otto to let them know that the offer extended to them too. The word "Skating" seemed to kick start Otto's brain and he slipped into gear.
"Yeah! Let's go!" Otto said and opened the front door; an unsuspecting delivery boy who was just about to knock on the door ended up smacking Otto on the forehead.
"Hey dude! What's the big idea?!" Otto demanded rubbing his forehead.
"Uh, package for a Miss Juliet Carla Capulet?" The delivery boy said.
"That's me." Carla smiled; she signed for the package and lugged a suitcase inside.
"I guess my Mom isn't completely heartless." She sighed pulling a change of clothes and her helmet out of the suitcase and went off to change. A photo fell slowly to the floor, it had obviously got pulled out with Carla's clothes.
"Hey Twist, is she like, you're girlfriend or something?" Otto asked looking at the photo.
"No." Twister said taking the photo off of Otto, he looked at it. It had been taken last summer when he had gone to visit Carla, he had his arms around her waist they were both smiling but at each other, neither of them were aware of the camera. Twister felt a blush slowly creep onto his face.
Authors note: I know it seems odd for Twister to be this perceptive and sane but he really knows Carla well and she tells him everything so he knows what she means when she says things. Please review.