The Spiller of Secrets
"Tennifer, are you ready? We're leaving!" A violent screech of tires sounded outside the house, "Tennifer! The taxi is here hurry up!"
Tennifer bolted down the stairs with no luggage but for the voodoo doll making kit she always tried to keep with her. "I'm ready okay," she answered quickly, rolling her eyes.
A solid thump came from the door and both Tennifer and Jazz stared apprehensively towards it. "Holy fucking Christ, that door was so not there when I started up them steps," an Australian accented voice said from the other side.
Jazz opened the door to see Bekki sitting on the step, blinking slowly up at her; she stared down at the Aussie for a moment before offering her hand.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jazz asked, trying to keep Tennifer from laying eyes on the uninvited guest. "I was going to explain everything on the plane,"
"Psh, I wanted to come with, do you know how far it is to fly to America from Australia alone?" Bekki said, rubbing her forehead. "So where's the demon spawn?"
Jazz glanced back at Tennifer and threw a half-hearted glare at Bekki, "Tennifer, meet Bekki,"
Tennifer stared at Bekki, "You were the one on the phone," she said slowly.
"Yeah, what gave it away?" she replied, rolling her eyes and pulling the girl into a hug, "Aww, she's all cute and small-like,"
Tennifer squirmed away, surprised, and Jazz caught Bekki by the arm, tugging her out of the house, "Well, no matter how you ended up here, we've gotta get a move on if we're gonna make our plane,"
Bekki grinned, being happily shoved back into the taxi she'd arrived in as Tennifer fumbled to lock the door behind them. They all sat in the back, Bekki directing the cabbie back to the airport before they all fell silent. Bekki coughed nervously, shifting in her seat.
"Don't even think of it," Jazz said, without looking at her, "No threesomes, no tag-teaming, nothing is happening in this cab even remotely sexy,"
"'Wasn't gonna say nothing," Bekki mumbled, looking out her window, "So, Tennifer… are you exited about MG?"
Tennifer peered curiously around Jazz, "Um,I don't know, what is it?"
Bekki leaned forward to stare at her, glancing swiftly to Jazz's face and away, "But… didn't you ever wonder where your parents came from? Where they met? Why Jazz hasn't changed for the past fourteen years?"
"Bekki…" Jazz cut in uneasily, "I didn't tell her anything,"
Bekki stared at Jazz horrified for a moment, "But she… she… she didn't even come across any of us? We're everywhere!"
Jazz chewed her lip, "She's never been online,"
"WHAT?!" Bekki stared at Tennifer with a stunned expression, "Poor kiddie… you'd think they would've taken you away for neglect or abuse or something," she said, with what was a lot of sympathy considering it was Bekki.
"Um, I don't think it's that big of a deal," Tennifer said, glancing at her guardian, sure they didn't always get along, but she never considered herself abused.
"You don't know what you are though," Bekki said emphatically.
"What I am?" Tennifer said doubtfully.
Bekki nodded, "You're one of the gang, you're famous, you're the first – hundreds of teenagers wish they could be you, hundreds of teenagers write fanfics about being you," she shook her head, "You're the first born and since Erinicholas's experiment couldn't be reversed, you're the only MGer ever to be born, nobody else could have children after that," she said sadly.
Jazz folded her arms, sitting back, "Bekki you never wanted children," she pointed out.
"Not the point!" Bekki said loudly, resuming her sadly wistful expression. "Anyway I can't wait to see your parents, we're tight yo," she noticed Jazz's stare and Tennifer's mouth open and gave a sheepish grin, "Um, not quite get to that part either right? He heh,"
"My parents are-"
"Yes, yes, they're alive and well, and probably extremely proud to have a daughter with a shmexy English accent, but more importantly," she said, pulling out a laptop, "We've gotta get you set up for life with the 'family,'"
