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As luck would have it, I didn't actually need to tell Dad anything. That night at dinner, I was roaring with energy. I was having a hard time keeping the rushing sound in the back of my mind. It was as though the fact that I was nearly certain I was a cape made it hard not to use my powers, now that I knew for sure that they were there. And honestly, I was sure. I could feel it. All the different possibilities. All the ways I could mold my power, say a few words, make a few gestures, and things would happen. My mind felt like it had pins and needles in it, the same feeling you'd get in your arm when you slept on it wrong.

As a result, it wasn't really a surprise to me when, at dinner that night, something bad happened. I was enjoying conversation with Dad, muted as it was, about his day at work. I was so focused on trying to have a real conversation with him, but it was hard. We were out of practice. It was so easy to fall back into old patterns and to just sit near each other in awkward silence.

As I was thinking on how difficult it all was, I finished the dregs of my drink and wanted another cup of water. As though it were the most natural thing in the world, I breathed a few words, made a handsign, and my third hand, the spectral one obviously, reached out to grab me a new cup.

It was at this point that something felt off. It took me a moment to figure out why. Whereas before, Dad and I had been sitting in an uncomfortable silence, now it was pushing down on me. I looked up, and saw his face was full of confusion, fear, and not the least bit of anger. He had gone stock still, and was holding his breath. I was about to open my mouth to ask if he was okay, when I realized, or rather I remembered, that people don't actually have spectral third hands with a gorgeous purple sheen. But the rushing in my head had subsided slightly and, honestly, I felt better.

Dad shouted. Loudly.

"What the HELL IS THAT?!" In doing so, he startled me. My spectral third hand jerked in surprise, then dissipated, and the glass of water it was bringing to me fell on my lap. I frowned at my now messy clothes. With a wave and a whisper, I felt a slight ripple of energy, and my clothes were completely dry again. Wow. My powers were actually pretty useful. What's more, the rushing had subsided again, to even more manageable levels.

In fact, the rushing had subsided enough for me to realize what a tremendously horrible situation this was. My head cleared, and it was like I the difference in the mornings before I had time to put on my glasses. I could easily think for the first time all day. Yeah, I could think before, but the rushing and possibilities had made it all hazy and indistinct. The rushing was still there, but not as incessant. The waves broke a little more gently. I gauged, roughly, that I had about enough room in my head for two more of the little powers. I could feel numerous possibilities, just waiting to be called on.

I also felt like there were more powerful options at my disposal. I had two.. Holes? Slots? Slots that were available of a higher power usage. I could use that to fuel more impressive, or energy intensive, powers. I wondered what-.

"TAYLOR." Oh, right. Dad. I had gotten lost in my power, in discovering it's untold mysteries. But my Dad was looking at me, slack jawed, and shocked. And possibly a little angry. At least, I hoped the vein on his head meant he was angry, because if he had a stroke I don't know if I could handle it. So, I decided, he was angry. Yeah, I probably deserved that one. I took a deep breath.

"Please don't freak out?" I pleaded. "I think I'm a cape." Smooth, Taylor, smooth. That was potentially the worst way to handle this. Dammit, why was I so bad at communicating? If I honestly, answered, I knew it was a lack of practice, but that didn't help me now!

"You think you're a cape." Dad drawled, looking pointedly at the floating, purple spectral hand, then looking at my suspiciously dry clothes. "Whatever gave you that idea."

"I wasn't honestly sure!" I began again, "Even after I came back from the psych ward, I could still hear the rushing, I just figured out how to ignore it, and then a week ago I started thinking in a different language, and seeing strange symbols in my head, but I'm not crazy, I'm not! And so I posted in PHO, and nothing happened for a week and I thought I really was crazy. But Myrddin messaged me! Dad, Myrddin! He told me he thought I was a wizard, which is stupid, because magic isn't real, but that maybe I was a cape. He asked me not to try anything until I saw him on Saturday, which-. Oh yeah he made a meeting with me at the PRT on Saturday to test if I had powers, but I used them on accident right now I swear! I just needed the water, and it was over there, and the rushing was so loud and it just made sense, and I… I… I'm babbling." I took a deep breath and looked down at the table. For a long time neither of us said anything. The longer the silence, the greater my fear that he was going to be mad. I couldn't make myself look up at him.

Finally, he asked, with a slight waver to his voice "Were you going to tell me?"

"Yes." I stressed. I put as much emotion into that one word as I could, and it still wasn't enough. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you tonight or tomorrow, so you could come to the meeting with me Saturday. I would have told you sooner, but saying it made it real. And that meant that if I wasn't a cape, my hopes would be crushed. But if I didn't say it out loud, then I wasn't really hoping for it. Which is dumb, I know. I'm sorry." I looked up at him then, meeting his eyes. I was surprised by what I saw in them.

Danny Hebert, my father, is not an overly large man. Some might say he's rather skinny. Balding, slightly, but not so much as to actually be bald. But say what you will about Danny Hebert, he had presence. He could command a negotiation, or brighten up a room with his smile. I hadn't seen him smile in a long, long time. Not like he was smiling now.

"You really were going to tell me, huh?" He asked me. "You know, I know we haven't talked much lately. I don't really know what's going on with school. Mostly we just kind of sit here, together in the house. That's my fault as much as it is yours. I miss your Mom so damn much, kiddo, that I think I've been kind of a bad parent."

"Dad, no, you -"

"Don't interrupt. We both know it's true." his eyes took on a fierce glare. "That ends now. You are the most important thing in the world to me. You always have been, even if I got a little side tracked for a bit, wallowing in myself. But knowing you, now that you've got powers, you're going to want to use them. Be a hero." He looked at me, then, with an eyebrow raised.

"Uhm." That's me, eloquent spokesperson, wordsmith extraordinaire. "I hadn't really gotten that far? I'm still on the whole 'glad I'm not really crazy' thing." I smiled sheepishly as I ducked my head. "But I have wanted to be a hero since I was little. I doubt the Wards will want me, but maybe I could go independent? Or find another team, a small one, one I could trust. I think that might be nice." I doubted it. Who would want me on their team? I didn't even know what my powers were. Besides, I wasn't really sure I could trust any team I joined. I was honestly a little apprehensive about joining the Wards, even if I got an offer. Which I knew I wouldn't

Dad chuckled in response. "I haven't forgotten, don't you worry. I'm pretty sure those Armsmaster underwear are still in your room." His eyes took on a teasing twinkle, as he smirked at me. I turned a bright red, glad that he was the only one who knew. I also promised myself to burn that particular pair as soon as possible.

The look on his face told me exactly what he was thinking. "It doesn't matter how old they get, embarrassing your kids, and watching them turn that particular shade of red is one of the greatest joys found in being a parent." He and Mom used to say it all the time. It was the bane of my existence, as a kid, how much they enjoyed embarrassing me. And how good they were at it, especially when they worked as a team.

I regained what little composure I had to begin with and asked, meekly "So does this mean you'll come to the PRT with me on Saturday? My meeting with Myrddin is at three."

Dad sighed. "Of course I'll come with you. And if you want to join the Wards, that's definitely something we can ask about, or we can ask about our other options. I don't know much about law, and I don't want to mess this up. Maybe I should call Alan, see if he can help, or if he knows anybody who can?"

"Well," I began. Silently to myself I thought Now or never. "You know how you said we haven't been great at that whole 'dad-daughter communication' thing?" When he nodded, with a confused frown on his face, I continued "Well I think we should fix that. Like, right now. I really don't want you to get mad, at me or anyone else, but I think you deserve to know the truth. I mean, if you can handle my third purple hand, hopefully you can handle everything else." I tried for a small smile. It wasn't entirely unsuccessful.

Dad did his best to give me an encouraging smile. Properly motivated, I took a deep breath, slowly let it out, and told Dad everything. It was a long, long night.