A/N: This was supposed to be longer, but I'm in a bit of a bind of how to end it and it's taking too long; so I thought I'd give the first part of it now and stretch the next one out a bit. Sorry if it's too short.
The atmosphere in the hacienda for the next couple of days was almost unbearable. Scott and Jamie stayed in their room constantly, only coming out a few times to use the bathroom or eat. Richard and the professor decided to let them get on with it, as them getting involved didn't seem the most promising way to fix the situation. Matt and Pedro stuck together too, mostly watching TV or DVD's.
On the fifth day, just when everybody was on the verge of breaking completely, Matt walked straight up to Scott. Nobody did anything obviously tense, but they all knew the others were listening intently. Matt said quietly, "Can I talk to you?"
Scott shrugged and got up, Matt gestured to the garden and they walked out. When the other twin was standing up, the blue-eyed boy shook his head, a pleading look on his face. He wanted to be alone with Scott. The door closed with an audible snap! The four people in the room looked at each other and one thing clicked in their heads simultaneously.
Scott turned on his heel on the porch to face Matt and waited. Matt swallowed and said, "Have you ever been to the dream world?"
". . . What?"
"You know . . . that weird place we go to when we fall asleep that gives us hints-"
"Yes, I know what you mean, I meant' 'what' as in what the hell are you going on about? Exactly how is this relevant?" Scott was getting rather annoyed.
"Just hear me out," Matt began. "I had a dream last night where I was in a library in the world. You ever been there?"
Scott shook his head. Matt continued, "Well, a book fell in my path and when I picked it up, it was about looking into another's' mind to understand them."
The telepathic boy stiffened; he had a bad feeling with where this was heading. "I think it was meant to help you and me get along better," the English male carried on, regardless of Scott's reaction, knowing he would never get another chance. "It was about controlling and twisting your powers to do as you want them to do."
"Matt, I think I know where you're going with this and the answer-"
"Scott, please," that caught his attention, "I know this sounds unreasonable, but I think you and I would get along better if we saw each other's pasts. I'm not asking you to confide in me and that's it, it's a mutual agreement. I think I can get inside your head too."
Scott froze. After about ten minutes, he said slowly, "How?"
"I'm not just telekinetic, I have precognition too."
"But," the Native American frowned, "I thought that was looking into the future, not the past."
"Usually, yes, but the book said I can twist my power around to look into the past if I want to, with your consent. Plus, you're telepathic; your power should be able to amplify my own and help me see. I've had flashes of the past before, Scott, more than mere memories, as if I was reliving it." Seeing Scott continue to hesitate, he added, "I really do think we should do this, but if you don't want to, I won't do it, I'll understand."
Scott crossed his arms and frowned, staring at the lawn yellow from the artificial light, cutting through the dark. Matt let him think; knowing to do otherwise would be a bad idea. Finally, Scott faced the English boy again and sighed, his eyes closed. He opened them gradually and looked Matt in the eye, then spoke, "Alright. When do you want to do it?"
Matt smiled slightly, "Now." He turned and walked to the door, opening in rapidly and pulling Richard to the floor. There was silence as the startled journalist looked up. Scott was staring at the older man with his mouth open, but Matt was looking past him, at Pedro, Jamie and the professor, all huddled around the door as they had obviously been eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Jamie?" Scott asked, his voice low.
"Um . . ." his brother floundered desperately for an excuse.
"Well, we were . . ." Professor Chambers began, searching through her mind as fast as she could for something plausible.
"We couldn't hear you in the kitchen."
"Pedro!" the other three yelled. The Peruvian boy shrugged, muttering, "They already knew . . ."
An hour later, the two teenagers had forced everyone else to promise to leave them alone for the rest of the night and were sitting on Matt's bed facing each other, cross-legged.
"So? How do we do this?" Matt extended his right arm. "We have to hold each other." Scott gripped his forearm tightly and Matt did the same. "And concentrate." Scott did that and before he knew it, he was whisked in Matt's past, his power adding to Matts and pulling him into Scott's.
