Disclaimer:

Any characters within this story that are familiar, and belong to Thames TV, Nickelodeon, and Roger Price, do not belong to me. These characters are from the New Series "Tomorrow People", and also do not belong to me. Any characters, ideas, plotline that hasn't been used with any fanfic relating to Tomorrow People, are solely mine.

Teaser: A new TP breaks out, but what's his connection to the TP's?

Summary: A classic breakout, with an unique twist.

Type of Fic: New Series

telepathy

private thoughts

"Elemental Connection"

Chapter 1:

It was a quiet afternoon in the town of Southbank, GA.

I was walking down the sidewalk, on my way home, from a short hour at an ESPer Research group. I loved to volunteer, and show off how I always got everything right. I was surprised that no one else could do it as well as me. I didn't know how I did it. I was in a relatively good neighborhood, and I usually could tell if there would be any danger at times. It was four pm, or thereabouts, on a November day. A breeze rose and tickled my nose, and rifled through my hair playfully. That gave me a smile, for I had a bad day earlier in school. For some unknown reason, the wind always invigorated me, no matter what season it was. What I didn't know that it'd be a day that'd change my life. I know - It sounds so corny when I say that, but it would change my life. I noticed that the area was fairly quiet. Too quiet. I puzzled over this, since there were no usual sounds, the sound of children playing, the birds chirping, or any usual music sounds from nearby houses.

I took a step forward. "Ow!" I moaned loudly, clutching my head. I swayed in a small circle, struggling to stay standing upright. My stomach rumbled and heaved.

My head felt like it was splitting open. I felt waves of nausea assailing me from all sides, bringing me to my knees with a solid thump on the hard concrete. The sickness was overriding my impulsive need to register the pain my knees had recieved from the sidewalk.

Voices wavered back and forth into my awareness.

Did you hear that?, exclaimed a young australian male voice. The voice faded out immediately.

That last thought made me pause if only for a second, distracted by my dilemma. All too soon, it all came back, in a massive tidal wave, causing my vision to blacken out. My mind was struggling to retain conciousness, but it would be a close battle.

Leaves around me nearby began to swirl around me, gaining momentum, as my headache grew worse. They began to form a cocoon around me, seemingly to protect me from who knows what.

I ground my teeth in frustration, trying to keep my sanity in this splitting headache fit. It was the latest headache in a few days, and had been recurring for the last month. The doctors could not find out what was wrong. The only strange thing I found, while I had the headaches, things seemed to fly off the shelves at times. I screamed as my headache suddenly worsened.

"S-stop...it. I-I-I'll do anything!" I gasped out with a hoarse whisper.

I continued to grasp my head tightly, rocking myself back and forth.

The last thought I remembered was the primal urge to flee. I was given a few seconds respite from the nausea, which gave me a blissful feeling, but I thought to myself. Wouldn't it be nice to get away from the headache? The headache was now a dull throb. I wasn't prepared for the upcoming one.

It grew intolerable, like a dagger at the center of my forehead, slowly inching it's tip into me.

The pain was almost mind-numbing, and did almost send me into oblivion, but a voice was whispering to me, "hold on..." That spurred me to blink; to hold on a little longer.

I wanted the headaches to stop so badly, but I had no clue why they were happening. A primal urge came over me again, to flee. I instinctively concentrated on that feeling, with spectacular results. A bright light akin to static esconced me into it's wonderful freeing sensation, as I vanished into thin air, with a loud implosion.

Meanwhile, at WorldEx Headquarters:

Damon tapped his desk impatiently with a fountain pen. He was looking at a file, which talked about a missing kid, who was presumed kidnapped, a few weeks ago. He leaned back in his wheeled chair softly, grunting with a sigh.

He gazed at his son, who was sitting there, obviously bored, and tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. Ami simply sat next to Megabyte, and poked his ribs, whispering, "Quiet, Megabyte" He sighed, and rolled his eyes.

"Come on Dad...Why are we here?" General Damon exhaled softly.

"Okay, Megabyte, Ami, I wanted you here to look at this file. This kid has been missing for a few weeks, presumed kidnapped."

Ami leaned forward, concern etching her face, "Who? What happened?"

Megabyte's interest was perked, and he gestured with an open palm, "So, spill it, Dad."

General Damon looked at his son, and his friend gravely. "I hope you can find him. He's important. Reports say that he vanished into a white light. Apparently a neighbor saw him apparently disappear. Here." He pushed the folder to the edge of the desk, turned so Megabyte and Ami could look at the photo attached. The photo showed a 15 year old boy, reasonably attractive for his age, medium cropped brown hair, with wide brown eyes. He looked a little older, than he was. It turned out his name was Jonas. Who apparently volunteered at an ESPer Research Study, for a short while, and could get every card right.

Ami's eyes, and expression became inquisitive, and scrunched as if in concentration. The image was vaguely familiar to her. Megabyte took one glance, and shrugged.

Ami finally spoke up, after what seemed like a lengthy stare at the picture. "Um...he looks familiar, but... I can't place him. It's... It's .. like I know him, but.. I've never met him. You say he was part of this..psychic study thing?"

Megabyte looked at Ami curiously. "Really?" Ami mm-hmmed with a nod.

General Damon nodded at Ami.

Megabyte glanced at his father, "We should get going. We'll try to help. It sounds like he might be a new Tomorrow Person. I wish Kevin were still around." Ami nodded.

General Damon reached out to stop the two tomorrow people, but they had stood up, vanishing into twin bursts of light. "Damn. They always do that!"