By the time Rhiannon made it back to her house, she was a little exhausted. She pushed herself harder than she normally would've, mostly because she couldn't really understand why she was getting so tired so quickly. She tried chalking it up as maybe she wasn't working out as intensely as she thought, but it didn't feel like it was that. Rhiannon felt like there was something else going on, and she couldn't quite figure out what it was. So when she made it back to her house, she was sweaty and wanted nothing more than to shower and spend the rest of her day relaxing.

If there's one thing I can expect, it's that I won't be hearing from Marian until tomorrow. Rolling her eyes, Rhiannon shuffled up to her front door and unlocked it. Marian had probably found herself some good looking guy she'd be spending most of the day and night with. It didn't really make much sense to Rhiannon, why Marian would flaunt herself like that, but she didn't like dwelling too deeply on the matter. It was...weird to think about, to say the least.

Sighing, Rhiannon closed the front door, locked it, and nearly threw off her tennis shoes.

Getting some clean clothes, Rhiannon shuffled herself into her bathroom and took the longest shower she was willing to take. Since she lived by herself, it didn't really bother her much that occasionally she'd take long showers. She made a decent amount of money at her job, and she had a fair amount of money saved up in her bank account. There were just moments where, sometimes, Rhiannon found herself wanting to have those little "treat yourself" moments. A nice, long shower happened to be one of them.

Once she got out, Rhiannon tugged her damp chestnut brown hair into a ponytail.

Letting out a content sigh, Rhiannon plopped herself onto her sofa and turned on the television.

Just another day in the Walsh house, she thought. There wasn't much on TV, but Rhiannon wasn't really in the mood to turn it off, so she flipped through the channels until she found some cheesy movie and kept it on there, watching it with slight disinterest. Sighing again, Rhiannon leaned her head against the back of her sofa. I could fix myself something to eat. Scrunching her nose, Rhiannon shot the idea down. Despite having just jogged, she wasn't really all that hungry. Looking out the window nearest to her, Rhiannon tried finding something out there that could occupy her thoughts. Nothing.

Unless...

Rhiannon gave her head a sharp shake. She scolded herself for even thinking about something like that. It was intrusive, it was unnecessary. It was something Marian thought was amazing, but Rhiannon couldn't really find any use for, unless the time really came for it to be needed.

When Rhiannon had been only thirteen years old, she discovered she could hear the thoughts of everyone around her. She thought she was going crazy. By the time she turned sixteen, Rhiannon had developed some control over it, but that was when she discovered she could move things with her mind. That took more training and a lot of discipline. Rhiannon's youngest brother, Niko, found out, having walked in on her practicing. Niko had been amazed by his sister's abilities, wanting to go and tell everyone else, but Rhiannon made him swear not to tell anyone. As time went on, Rhiannon found out that what she had was telekinesis and telepathy (given that Rhiannon wasn't dedicating her time looking for the names of what she had), and with a little bit of Niko's help, Rhiannon was able to gain some control of her powers quicker than she anticipated.

Over the years, Rhiannon's control over her telepathy and telekinesis had improved greatly. It started out a bit rocky, but she got the training and control she needed.

But having abilities and nothing to use them on, Rhiannon sometimes found herself using her powers to find some kind of entertainment, though she'd feel a little guilty about it later.

In the beginning, when Rhiannon was starting to understand her telepathy, she'd sometimes use it to hear what others were thinking, but over time, Rhiannon began to understand that it was intrusive and impolite, invading someone's thoughts like that. So she made herself promise never to do anything like that again; unless, though, she really had to.

Sighing, Rhiannon turned off her television and laid down on the sofa. She couldn't understand why she felt so bored; it was unbearable.

Staring at her ceiling with a solemn frown, Rhiannon tried thinking of something to do. She wasn't really interested in going out, so she ruled out that possibility. After a couple minutes and coming up with nothing, Rhiannon decided she'd just take a nap instead.

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After a while, Rhiannon woke up. Looking out her window, she saw it was nighttime. Sighing, she sat up, grimacing slightly at a slight achiness she felt in her neck, before she leaned against the back of the sofa. Rubbing the bleariness out of her eyes, Rhiannon let out a sigh. After a minute, Rhiannon's cell phone went off, making her jump.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Rhi?" Marian's voice was on the other end, hushed.

"Mar?" Rhiannon's voice was laced with confusion. Normally during Marian's little man hunts, she never called or anything. "Why're you calling at...," Rhiannon broke off for a moment to check the time. "...eleven at night?"

"Look, I kinda got myself in an awkward position," Marian responded, a chuckle lacing her words. "Would you be able to pick me up?"

"How bad?" Rhiannon sighed.

"It's probably not too bad, but ya know...," Marian stammered.

"What is it?" Rhiannon's voice was clipped, clearly not in the mood for her friend's play on words.

"This guy I was with," she sighed. "I met him at a bar and ya know...anyway, he's started to plan all these things. He's sleeping now, but I need a teensy little favor from you."

"A wipe?" Rhiannon felt her shoulders slump. The one thing she could do with her telepathy was suppress the memories of people. It took a lot concentration for her to do something like that, and Marian seemed to think of it as her own little toy for some of these guys she hooked up with. Whenever it got too personal for her liking, Marian would ask if Rhiannon could do a little wipe of their memories. It wasn't like Rhiannon was really taking their memories away, anyway; Marian just liked to believe it was a possibility.

"I know you don't like doing it, Rhi," Marian sighed.

"Yet you keep doing stuff like this." Pinching the bridge of her nose, Rhiannon let out a sigh. "I'll be there in a few, OK? Don't do anything stupid until I get there."

"Don't you know me at all, Rhi?" Marian joked, her voice sounding weak. "I just can't help myself."


(A/N):

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