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Chapter 3
It wasn't uncommon to be going in the same direction as someone, not in a place as crowded as this, but Jim had always been a little paranoid, and that paranoia had paid off many times before.
He felt eyes on him, he knew he felt eyes on him, and not just one pair but two.
Pausing to glance into a store window, he inconspicuously used the bright lights on the reflection of the glass to source out his followers.
He eyes quickly latched onto a dark skinned woman and a light skinned man.
They were the only two who stopped when he did, and right now, they were quickly trying to come up with a reason why.
He smirked.
Amateurs.
Staring into the clothing store for another minute, he abruptly turned on the spot and headed back in the direction he had just come from, walking straight towards them.
He carefully avoided eye contact, but saw the obvious panic that came across both faces anyway, and couldn't hold back a small smile.
Walking dangerously close, he avoided all contact until he stood right next to the woman, accidently stumbling and brushing against her.
"Oh, sorry!" He apologised, one hand remaining on her shoulder while the other slipped into her pocket, "I wasn't watching where I was going".
"No!" She said quickly, "I mean, that's... that's okay".
He flashed her a winning smile, already liking the dark caramel eyes and the audacity to reply to her target.
"Well, sorry anyway" He replied, letting go.
Turning, he continued walking away, immediately noticing when not thirty seconds later, they began following him again.
He rolled his eyes.
How much more obvious could they get?
Glancing down at the purse in his hand, he smirked and pulled it open. Inside, was the ID card of the brown-haired woman, along with her basic details.
Nyota Uhura.
Human.
Mid-twenties.
He frowned.
He didn't recognise that name.
Pocketing the purse, he waited until the last second before ducking into a dark alley and immediately teleporting away.
Scotty swore as the blonde kid disappeared down a side street.
"Come on!" Uhura said quickly, picking up the pace, and they both jogged down to the alley he had turned into.
The alley that was currently empty.
"Fuck!" Nyota yelled, kicking a nearby trashcan.
It smashed to the ground, and a pair of rats scampered away.
Scotty swallowed thickly, "Maybe he just... I don't know. The lad could be gone home?"
"But we don't know where that is!" She growled, "Two years, Scot! Two years we've been looking for this kid, we finally find him, and he just..."
"I know lass" He replied quietly, "But at least now we know the lad's here".
She sighed and glanced around the deserted alley, "... You think he made us?"
"I think it was very convenient the lad bumped into you, of all people".
"Yea, you're right... What are we going to tell Pike?"
"That we found him".
"And that we let him get away?"
"... And that we kept our distance. The lad ain't going to move, not when he's been here for two years".
"But how do you know?" She pressed, and he sighed, "Because he's a child, Nyota... A child with no home or family to return to, so he made one for himself here... The lad ain't going to uproot himself, not because two strangers took a sudden interest".
Uhura slowly nodded, "... Any idea what his power is yet?"
Scotty shook his head, "Couldn't tell you. Christopher doesn't know?"
"Pike said he knew the kid himself, and that he was a mutant... but not what he can actually do".
"Then... I guess we call it a night" He finally replied, "Continue looking for him tomorrow. Now that we know for certain he's here, we can ask around about the lad. See what kind of name he's built for himself".
"And maybe get an idea on what he can do" She agreed, nodding, "Yea, you're right".
He grinned as they began walking away, "I'm always right, lassy".
She playfully shoved him away, "Oh shut it, Scotty. That was one time-"
And as they began their bickering, both were blissfully unaware of the two hazel eyes studying them from the roof, and of the boy's inner turmoil of why the hell does the name Christopher Pike sound so familiar?!
