Twin Flames

A High School Musical fanfiction

by

GimmeABeat

beta'd by karazoel

Chapter 3: I Like What I See

"I like what I see; I like it a lot."

Sharpay Evans, HSM2

Warning: This chapter contains Mature themes and other such naughtiness.

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She soon became aware of the Big Indian, his air of superiority clearly stating that he was in command of the other two, standing very close and glaring down at her with impatience.

"Look, you're obviously in charge here", Sharpay said, trying to sound assertive in a situation where she clearly was anything but. "So maybe you can help me. I don't know where I am. I must have hit my head when I fell and then … somehow, I ended up here … wherever here is. All I want to do is call my father." She reached into her Gucci hobo bag and pulled out her Juicy Couture pink Sidekick cellphone. "I'm sure he'll be happy to reward you for bringing me home." She brought up Vance Evans' smiling face in her address book and pushed [SEND]. She expected the phone to emit its customary series of beeps as it dialed his number, but instead, a low-pitched tone pulsed out of it. She glanced at the screen and barely had a chance to realize that the phone was out-of-range when a tremendous force slammed into her hand. The excruciating pain that radiated up her arm caused her to drop the phone into the sand.

The Big Indian, as she had come to think of him, started yelling at the shorter man who had just hit her. The smaller man, whom she had nicknamed Thing 1, mumbled something back but, obviously chastised by his superior, chose not to confront him. Suddenly, Sharpay's phone emitted a high-pitched, ear-piercing sound, reminiscent of a car alarm. Thing 2 reacted immediately and began repeatedly hitting the device with his bow. It only took three or four good strikes to put the poor phone out of its misery.

This was serious --- more serious than anything Sharpay had ever experienced. A man had hit her. No one had ever done that to her in her entire life, even as a child. Her parents did not believe in corporal punishment. Now, Thing 1 had hit her and Thing 2 had destroyed her phone. Holding her injured left hand cradled against her good arm, she slowly looked up at The Big Indian who was staring back at her with grim determination. He grunted some instructions to her while pointing at the phone, and Sharpay quickly picked up the Sidekick with her good hand and dropped it back into her bag. The Big Indian then grabbed Sharpay by her uninjured arm and started marching across the desert towards the east with the two Things following cautiously behind them.

=/\=

It was after midnight and Troy was starting to regret having dialed 911. Once the police realized that Sharpay Evans was one of those Evans', her disappearance became of matter of utmost importance. After all, the Evans family was one of the most prominent in the state. Amber alerts were issued; roads were blocked; vehicles along all the major roadways were searched. And finally, the National Guard was brought to full alert.

After six hours of fruitless searching, the police came to the logical conclusion that Troy Bolton was their number one 'person of interest'. Troy had been very helpful. He painstakingly explained over a dozen times to over two dozen police officers and one National Guard Colonel how Sharpay had been swallowed up by a petroglyph. Unfortunately, it never occurred to him how ridiculous his story sounded until it was after midnight and he was still sitting in the interrogation room at police headquarters.

How was he going to get out of this mess? And how was he going to get Sharpay back? Up until this point, he had mostly just thought of her as pushy and just a little bit scary. Oh, he had recognized and appreciated her looks; she had one more hot bod.

Hell! He had better stop thinking like that or it would give them even more evidence to hold him.

Anyway, after witnessing her disappearance, Troy had started to realize how much he missed her. She wasn't as bad as everyone, including himself, thought. Hadn't she arranged for him to meet with the coach of U of A? Hadn't she arranged for his promotion to assistant golf pro? Plus, he was beginning to have a sneaking suspicion that she was also responsible for him getting the job at Lava Springs in the first place.

Just as he was sinking deeper and deeper into thoughts of Sharpay, the door opened and his parents came rushing in.

"Oh, Troy! We were so worried", his mom gushed as she engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. He hadn't realized his mom was so strong.

"I'm fine, Mom. Just fine..." He pushed her away slightly, not wanting to show any weakness.

Troy had already embarrassed himself earlier when he started crying during the questioning. He didn't want to show the same weakness in front of his father.

"What's going on, son? Did you have anything to do with Sharpay's disappearance?" His father was much more stoic than his mother.

"Of course not, Dad. How could you even ask?"

"I work with teenagers everyday. Sometimes... things get out of hand. Kids do stupid things. Kids get hurt. Troy, are you taking drugs?"

"I didn't do anything stupid and neither did Sharpay. And NO! I'm not taking drugs!" Even to his ears, he sounded defensive. And why not, he'd been saying the same thing over and over again for the last three hours straight. He certainly hadn't expected to hear this from his own father.

"Jack...", Lucy Bolton laid a gentle hand on her husband's arm. "Calm down. We know Troy. He would never..."

Jack ran his hand through his dark hair. "I know, Luc. I know. It's just... Troy, did they tell you they'd searched your room?"

Troy's eyes opened wide. "What? When?"

"About two hours ago, dear", his mother explained. "They had a search warrant."

"I have no idea how they got it so fast. Guess it's that Evans' money at work. Anyway, they took your computer and your Wii. I also have no idea why they'd take that. But you're sure... they aren't going to find anything, right?"

"Of course, not! I already said that." Troy slammed his hands down on the table, forgetting that they were injured and wrapped in gauze. "Damn!", he exclaimed when the pain radiated up his arms.

"Oh Troy..." His mother was on him in seconds. "What happened to your hands?"

Troy sighed. "It's fine, Mom. I just scraped them on the rocks." She tried to look at them, but he pulled away. Lucy hadn't said anything to upset him, but his father's insinuations were causing Troy to dislike both of them right now.

The door opened and Lieutenant Ruiz stepped inside. He was one of the junior detectives on the case and was the only one who hadn't acted like Troy was some sort of mass murderer. Carlos Ruiz was young for a detective; in fact, he didn't look much older than Troy. He was short, but trim, and wore his jet black hair slicked back straight from his forehead. His off-the-rack suit showed that Albuquerque didn't pay their non-uniformed officers enough to splurge on their wardrobe.

"Hi, Troy", he said amiably. "I just wanted to let you know that you're free to go now, but don't leave town."

"Why would I do that?", Troy snapped as he simultaneously rose and prepared to leave the room. "I haven't done anything wrong. Why won't anyone believe me?"

He just hoped that Sharpay, wherever she was, was faring better than he.

=/\=

Two arduous hours later, the small band of three men and one clearly exhausted woman entered the outer edge of a thriving village of over 1,000 inhabitants. Row upon row of adobe brick homes, some stacked four stories high, filled street after street of the town. Each story of the rectangular, flat-roofed structures was set back from the one below it, with the roof of the lower house forming a patio for the upper. The effect was such that they resembled modern-day apartment buildings. Ladders leaned against the buildings at each level, which gave access to the next. The houses were laid out in city blocks with well-trodden dirt streets between them.

Although sunset was approaching, there was still enough light in the sky to reflect off the honey blonde locks of the woman's long hair. Her unusual clothing also garnered much interest from both male and female onlookers. They began to attract a crowd, as they slowly made their way to the plaza at the center of the village. And by the time they reached their destination, a large group of villagers had gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Sharpay had never been more frightened in her entire life. Actually, in comparison to this, she had never been frightened, period. The Big Indian finally let go of her arm and in her exhaustion, she sank to the ground, having completely forgotten about her injured hand. He pulled her shoulder bag out of her hands and Sharpay didn't even have the strength to protect. Then he said something to her in a stern voice which she took to mean, "Don't go anywhere". Turning on his heel, he marched over to a low, round wall about twenty feet away. Sharpay watched him intently since it gave her something else to think about besides the thirty or more people staring down at her. What at first appeared to be a low-lying wall was actually the roof of a subterranean structure. Sharpay could see a ladder sticking out of a hole in the center of the structure which led underground. The Big Indian swiftly approached the ladder and, giving one more quick glance to Sharpay, climbed down and out of sight.

His departure acted as a silent signal to the crowd, and an ancient woman with dark, leathery, wrinkled skin slowly approached the distraught teenager. At first, Sharpay thought she was that creepy Indian woman from the protest line, but then realized she was a different shriveled up old woman. She whispered a single word over and over again. To Sharpay's ear, it sounded like ka-nat-ya.

She wished these people would just speak English.

The old woman reached out a shaky hand and, with a speed that belied her advanced age, harshly ripped Sharpay's silver rhinestone hair barrette from her head, taking quite a few strands of blonde hair with it. The blonde barely had time to scream before the floodgate opened and the other women in the crowd descended upon her, ripping and pulling at her clothes. Her pink tanktop was pawed and tugged and ripped from her body as Sharpay tried feebly to protect, first her property, and then her modesty. The stretch and give of the synthetic material seemed to fascinate them. Her shorts were ripped off as she kicked and fought without success to stop them. Even her hiking boots weren't spared from this horde. The bright pink shoe strings were more popular than the zipper in her shorts. Before long, they had forgotten Sharpay and were fighting amongst themselves over her clothing, leaving Sharpay in nothing but a lacy white thong and dingy socks, curling into herself and trying desperately to cover her mostly naked body.

=/\=

Troy could only get his bedroom door open a foot before it hit something and stopped abruptly. Shoving with all his might, he heard a crack and the door gave way for him to enter. That's when he found that his treasured MVP trophy had been wedged against the door and now lay snapped in half on the floor.

"Damn", Troy muttered as he held the two pieces of the trophy and tried to figure out how to put them back together. He was too tired to think about it. Dropping the trophy parts back onto the floor, he turned to face the chaos that was once his bedroom.

Books lay scattered across the floor; the curtains were pulled off the windows and lay on top of his mattress, which had been upended and now lay nearly sideways across the boxsprings. The entire room was strewn with what looked like a ream of loose leaf paper. His dresser drawers had been taken out and their contents dumped into the middle of the room. The drawers, themselves, had been discarded against the far wall. Even his cherished collection of Star Wars action figures had been destroyed, ripped out of their original packaging and cast about the room with everything else. Picking up a mangled Boba Fett, he slunk down onto the bed, finally allowing tears to flow down his cheeks.

How had all this happened?

Troy was too tired to be angry right now. He'd be angry tomorrow. Without bothering to undress or even to move his mattress back into its proper location on his bed, Troy rolled over and fell asleep with Boba Fett still in his hand.

=/\=

For the second time that day, Sharpay heard the angry roar of The Big Indian as he verbally castigated the women, who quickly fled the plaza, clutching their stolen booty closely to them. At least she assumed he was chastising them and for that, at least, she felt a little grateful. He draped a large blanket over her shoulders and urged her to rise. The blanket was barely enough to cover what little modesty she had left and she clutched it tightly to herself. With his arms wrapped protectively around her shoulders, they made their way over to the hatchway from where he had just emerged.

Sharpay could see it more clearly now and realized it was a kiva. She remembered very vividly a particularly sweltering elementary school field trip to the Tijeras Pueblo Archaeological Site. Just on the other side of the Sandia Mountains in the Cibola National Forest, the ruins of Tijeras Pueblo included a large kiva built in the center of the pueblo. A kiva was a subterranean room with access only from above through a hole in the roof through which a ladder protruded. The kivas were used for religious ceremonies, and visions of human sacrifice immediately entered Sharpay's head.

She started to pull away from The Big Indian until he clamped his hand down on her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. He then whispered into the shell of her ear and even though she couldn't understand what he was saying, his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She clutched the cloth more tightly around her, and tried not to tremble. All pretense of bravery was obliterated in the next moment when a procession of elderly men emerged from the kiva. Five agile but slow-moving men climbed up the ladder and arranged themselves in a circle around Sharpay and The Big Indian.

When the final man climbed out, Sharpay nearly fainted. He had the same breech cloth and moccasins as every other man there, but his entire upper body was completely covered in the elaborate mask he wore. It was made of carved wood and painted in bright colors which seemed incongruous with the desert landscape. Large slanted eye holes were cut into the mask giving him an otherworldly appearance. Adding to these alien features, the mask had no mouth. Hanging from the bottom of the mask were an odd assortment of items: eagle feathers, a rattlesnake rattle, the feet of several small animals, mummified with their fur still attached. The overall effect of this macabre mobile was that of an old man's haggled beard. Sharpay realized he must be the medicine man of the village.

As the medicine man started toward her, The Big Indian gave her shoulder a quick squeeze and stepped away to the edge of the wall. Despite herself, Sharpay immediately missed the feel of him at her side. The old man slowly approached her, almost as if he was more frightened than she. He circled around her, chanting low in his throat, barely above a whisper. It didn't matter what he said since she couldn't understand any of their language. After circling her seven times, he abruptly stopped and exclaimed in a loud voice, "Hlay!"

Everyone around her, the other old men and the villagers, instantly sat down. Sharpay sat also, directly on the hard dirt ground.

Behind the medicine man, a small earthen pot sat over a fire. The medicine man retreated to the pot and, with great ceremony, poured a small amount into a mug. He signaled to two of the other men and they quickly planted themselves, one on each side of Sharpay. With lightening speed, one of them wrapped his arms around her chest, locking her arms down. The other pinched off her nose until she was forced to open her mouth, at which time the old man poured his brew into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow. If she hadn't already been so dehydrated, she knew she would have started crying at her own helplessness.

The medicine man began chanting again, this time with much more vigor. The remaining three men started dancing around her as the medicine man continued to chant. Suddenly, the men were gone. She was alone on the ground and she looked up in amazement at the medicine man to see that his 'beard' was moving under its own accord. The rattle from the snake beat out a rhythm in concert to the medicine man's chanting and the small animal paws whipped around trying to claw at the eyes of the mask. The multitude of feathers attached to the mask began to flap and the medicine man lifted off the ground and circled around her. Overcome with an unexplained elation, Sharpay jumped to her feet and flung off the blanket, dancing around on her tiptoes trying to catch the old man who continued to soar just outside her reach. She had never in her life felt more alive and lighthearted. She was so lighthearted, in fact, that she lifted off the ground and began to float in the air with the medicine man. He smiled benevolently at her and held out his gnarled old hands for her to take. She reached out, and just as she was about to touch him, heard laughter coming from the ground.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Sharpay Evans would be sky dancing with an Indian medicine man."

Sharpay looked down and said the first thing that popped into her head. "Troy? What are you doing here?"

"Come down here and I'll tell you", he replied jovially. Troy was still wearing the navy Lava Springs knit shirt and khaki slacks with his much loved Italian loafers that he wore when they went to see Taylor. "BTW, Shar... love your outfit."

She looked down at herself and realized for the first time that she was entirely naked When had that happened? The last she remembered she was still wearing her thong panties, grimy socks and was wrapped in a blanket. She flushed a bright red and immediately found herself falling. However before she could even think to scream, she had landed safely in Troy's strong arms and he gently lowered her to the ground.

"You certainly know how to make an entrance", he said with a broad grin.

He sat her on her feet, but didn't let go. His gaze was intense as he gently ran his hands up and down her arms. Sharpay felt an immediate response to his touch and the heat started to rise within her. It started at the juncture between her legs and radiated outward in a slow rhythmic pulse.

Due to the massively uninhibited feeling that was continuing to wash over her, "I want you", slipped out of her mouth before she could help herself.

"I want you too, Sharpay. Believe me, I always have."

=/\=

"I want you too, Sharpay. Believe me, I always have", Troy murmured in his sleep.

In his dream she was flying over his head and she was completely naked, like a nude Peter Pan, except with girl parts, and oh, what fantastic looking girl parts they were. She looked even better than he imagined.

Her skin was golden brown with just the tiniest spots where a bathing suit had rested. However, she had definitely been wearing less than that white tankini he saw her in at Lava Springs. Her breasts were firm and pert with bright pink nipples. Troy blinked at the sight of her discretely trimmed pubic hair at the junction of her legs. In his extensive study of female body parts, in such a depth as only a teenage boy could manage, he had come to some conclusions about pubic hair. The wild bushy look was disgusting. However, the complete opposite was just as distasteful. Even though massively popular among the stars of porno flicks, having no pubic hair at all reminded Troy too much of prepubescence. He wanted his women to look like women and not little girls. Therefore, Sharpay's choice of neatly trimmed hair covering her mons was perfect.

Troy swallowed hard and felt his jeans grow tight at the sight of her.

As incredulous as it may seem, Troy took this moment to notice the night sky above him. After all, his naked goddess was flying through it. The stars which formed the backdrop to her aerial show were magnificent. They were the brightest he had ever seen. Immediately, Troy thought back to his one elective last semester --- astronomy. He remembered their instructor had lectured on and on about the evils of light pollution, even here in the sparsely populated southwest. It obscured the stars in the night sky and interfered with stargazing. During their field trip to an observatory near Alamogordo, Mr. Robins had made sure to point out the differences in the sky there, about six hours south of home, to the lights of Albuquerque, the largest city in the state.

All thoughts of science flew from his mind when Sharpay swooped down closer to him. Troy reached up a hand, trying to touch her, any part of her.

That's when he rolled straight off the mattress and hit the floor with a thud.

"Damn...", Troy muttered as he came awake and started to untangle himself from his covers. He hadn't had any covers when he went to sleep. His mom must have come in sometime during the night and put the bedspread on. He pulled off his sweaty t-shirt and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. Troy let out an audible sigh of relief when the pressure of the zipper was removed from his groin. He slowly crawled back onto the mattress wearing only his boxers. He considered taking care of still erect problem, but was just too tired and collapsed back down, hoping he could recapture the dream.

=/\=

Troy lowered his head to Sharpay and lightly nipped at her lower lip. She immediately complied with his silent request and opened her mouth to his. Tentative, at first, Troy's tongue gently entered Sharpay's mouth and an unconscious moan escaped her. She could feel him smiling where their lips were attached and couldn't help but roll her eyes at his cocky self-assurance. He gained confidence now and pushed deeper into her mouth. Sharpay pulled herself closer to him and ground her pelvis against his. Now it was Troy's turn to moan. However, rather than return her blatant sexual gesture with one of his own, he gently pushed her away from him until she was standing at arms length.

"Whaa?" Sharpay's dilated eyes were unfocused and she looked confusedly up at Troy.

"We have to wait", he said calmly.

"Why?" The uncontrollable whine sounded pitiful.

Troy took a deep breath. "It's silly really, but.... Well, these people, the Nafiat, think you're a witch."

"A witch? You've got to be kidding. Why would they think that?"

"Look at it from their point of view. You come out of nowhere. You're wearing odd clothes. And...." He sighed deeply and reached out to finger her loose hair. "You have all this glorious long blonde hair --- something they've never even seen before."

"What do you mean? Something they've never even seen before? There are plenty of blondes around Albuquerque."

"Maybe when we come from, but not now."

"When we come from?", she asked with trepidation.

"Look around you, Sharpay. There are no highways; no airplanes; no air pollution, for God's sake. And... there are no white people. Sharpay … look at me." He held her by her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes. "You time-traveled to get here."

Sharpay blinked a few times in a pointless effort to bring this crazy world into focus. How could she be so stupid? Of course, that explained everything … her missing car, the missing road, the fact that these people couldn't understand a thing she was saying. It all made sense in a goofy, sci-fi kind of way. Then she realized what Troy had just said --- "You time-traveled to get here."

"I time-traveled to get here? But how did you get here, Troy?"

"I'm not here, Shar. I'm only part of your drug-induced delirium." Seeing her face drop at his declaration, he hastily added, "But don't worry, we can still make love. That's why I'm here. It's what we both want, right?" His voice dropped and took on a husky tone.

She nodded mutely with her large doe-like brown eyes staring unblinkingly up at him.

"Good!", he said excitedly. "In that case, you need to get a haircut."

She blinked again and once again, it didn't help. "A haircut?"

"Yep It's all part of this weird test. They gave you this illicit drug, datura, which will either kill you or cure you. Don't look so worried, Shar. If it wasn't for the drug, I wouldn't be here to help you. Anyway, you've survived this far, so chances are you'll make it. Anyway, the final test is your hair. It seems that your blonde hair is really freaking them out, so they want to get rid of it."

With a horrible thought, Sharpay asked, "You mean they want to scalp me?"

"Scalp you? Don't be ridiculous. Pueblo tribes didn't scalp people, Sharpay. You just need to get a haircut. It won't be any different than going to Mr. Larry's."

Mr. Larry was her stylist and had been performing miracles on her hair for the past three years.

"Mr. Larry? How do you know the name of my stylist?"

"Delirium, remember?"

Sharpay nodded slowly. "Oh, yeah."

He stepped closer to her and put one hand behind the back of her neck while gently massaging the pad of his thumb along her jawline. Then he boldly reached out his other hand and brushed his thumb against her naked breast, causing her to gasp as the nipple contracted in response. How could she have forgotten she was naked?

He nervously licked his lips and Sharpay almost fell apart. "Then... we can be together", he said as his voice dropped to a husky whisper.

She nodded again and tried to pull him down for another kiss when Troy, once again, pushed her away and steered her over to the salon chair which suddenly appeared in the center of the village plaza. The villagers had mysteriously vanished which was just fine with her. If this was her fantasy, then she didn't want to share Troy with anyone. But still... her hair? Was it really necessary to have her hair cut?

"Oh yes, Sharpay!", chirped three high-pitched voices simultaneously. "It is absolutely necessary."

Leah, Jackie, and Emma rushed over to Sharpay and started pushing and pulling her toward the chair. If there were ever three less likely people she could think of to share her Troy Bolton sex fantasy with, it was these three. They might be her best country club friends, but seriously...

They had her in the chair now and separated from Troy who was standing off to the side watching the four of them with curiosity.

"I read in Glamour that short hair will be all the rage this season", Jackie cooed while soothingly rubbing her hands down Sharpay's bare arm.

Leah appeared at her left side and started that same slow, stroking that Jackie was doing on her right. "She's right and think about all the sexy stars with short hair: Halle Berry, Honey Labrador, Demi Moore... I could go on, but Mr. Larry is waiting."

Sharpay was beginning to feel an odd tingling again and this time it wasn't caused by Troy. This wasn't good. And where was Emma?

"I'm right here, Sharpay", Emma answered even though Sharpay was pretty sure she didn't say anything aloud.

Sharpay looked down to see Emma slowly crawling up the chair as lithe as a panther over Sharpay's naked body until she was mere inches of the blonde's lips. Oh, God!

Before she knew what was happening, Emma had plunged her hot little tongue into Sharpay's yielding mouth. She couldn't help but respond and found herself returning the kiss while Jackie and Leah changed their innocent caress of her arms to a sensual and coordinated massage of her exposed breasts.

This wasn't right. She wanted Troy, not these three. And what must he be thinking … that she was gay? Was she gay? Ohhhh! That felt really good.

"It's okay, Sharpay. I think it's pretty fucking hot." Sharpay managed to pull away from Emma long enough to look over at Troy. He hadn't moved. He was still standing a few yards away, but now he, too, was naked and he was languidly pumping his hand over his partially erected penis while staring at her with lustful eyes.

"I'm just waiting for that haircut, baby. Then, we'll be together."

"Mr. Larry! Where's Mr. Larry? I'm ready for my haircut."

TBC

Author's Notes:

I'm very excited to be beta reading for someone. I've never done this before and it's really hard work. Anyway, please check out "Just a Little Love" by karazorel. It's definitely worth the read.

Okay, this is, by far, the most 'mature' story I've ever written and we haven't even gotten to the sex yet. The 'T' rated version is the same plot; it just skims over the naughty bits. I sort of surprised myself with that girl-on-girl stuff and if that bothers you, don't worry. There isn't anymore of that after this.

FYI, also, I don't if you've noticed, but when I refer to the 'gang' in the present, they are usually 'teens' or 'teenagers' or 'boys' or 'girls'. But when I refer to Sharpay in past, she's a 'woman'. Because in the past, a 17 year old would probably have a husband and family by that age.

Real Stuff vs Made up Stuff

The Sandia Pueblo village is approximately 4.5 hours by foot from the Petroglyph National Monument, not 2 like in the story. It has been continuously occupied since 1300 AD. I've just moved it a little bit closer to the petroglyphs, so Sharpay didn't have to walk so far.

The description of the village is as accurate as I can make it, including the ceremonial kiva where the men meet to make important decisions and women are seldom allowed.

Kanatya - "To Sharpay's ear, it sounded like ka-nat-ya."

Zuni Pueblo word for witch.

Nafiat --- "...Well, these people, the Nafiat, think you're a witch." - Troy to Sharpay

...that's what the Pueblo Indians called themselves before the Spanish showed up. Turns out that pueblo is Spanish for village and Sandia (as in Sandia Mountains) is Spanish for watermelon. All these common terms are Spanish in origin, but I can't use them because this story takes place in pre-Columbian (ie, before Columbus) time. It makes it really hard to write the stuff correctly. For instance, the hornos, those outdoor beehive ovens that people always think of when they think about Pueblo Indians, was introduced by the Spanish. So I can't use those.

Datura --- "...It's all part of this weird test. They gave you this illicit drug, datura, which will either kill you or cure you." Troy to Sharpay

Also known at Jimson weed, angel's trumpet, and about a dozen other names. Originally, I wanted to use peyote which has a long and well-known history of use among native Americans. Unfortunately, not these native Americans... Luckily, they did use datura.

Here's a quote from a website I found:

"In Native American tribes of the southwest, as is often the case with tribes elsewhere, in rites of passage, a young person coming of age would fast and pray for days in order to purify himself. In some cases, the initiate might be isolated or left in the wild alone. At the appropriate time, a Medicine person or tribal spiritual elder … might accompany the initiate to a holy place, possibly a mountain top or cave, and a tea would be made from the roots, leaves and even the seeds from the prickly seed pod of a plant called Sacred Datura. The individual would drink this tea and wait for visions, and the initiate would definitely have visions."

Also, "[Datura] has been used to hex and to break hexes, to produce sleep and induce dreams, and for protection from evil."

That's the use I'm going for here. In fact, from the things I've read, Sharpay got a small doze of this stuff.

Also, as my beta pointed out, how does Sharpay know all this stuff about this drug, since she's obviously having this whole conversation with herself? Is she? You'll find out more in the next chapter.

See how educational my stories are … LOL.

I'd better stop now before I bore you to tears and everyone stops reading.

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