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Week Two

Day One

(Tuesday)

"So let me get this straight. You can turn back time. You can hear people's thoughts. You can walk out of your body and you can create some sort of invisible wall," Nathan complained.

"Force field." Simon corrected.

"Whatever. And I, what, see her when she's using her power? How is it that I get the lame power. I mean look at me, clearly I should have been the one to get something off the A-list."

Alisha grab at a piece of litter and thrust it into her bag, reminding herself that killing Nathan wouldn't solve anything. He'd just come back and complain about something else.

"Maybe you can see other spirits as well?" Simon suggested, looking over towards her with an amused smile. "You could go to the graveyard tonight and test it out."

"If I could see ghosts don't you'd think I would have seen those two last week?" Nathan responded.

"Maybe, they have something better to do with their afterlife than listen to you whine." Alisha suggested. She knew she did. She hoped discovering that he had a superpower would have gotten him to whine less. Instead, it seemed the opposite had happened. Now that a full week had passed since the storm, it had finally hit Nathan that their superpowers weren't going to be going away anytime soon. And that, as far as he could tell, he had gotten the bottom of the barrel.

As if this last week wasn't hard enough already. Dealing on a daily basis with a woman who had manipulated her and her boyfriend and very nearly killed her would be horrible in and of itself, but since Sally already suspected them of killing her fiancé, Alisha had to act as unsuspicious as possible. And that meant she couldn't act angry, since Sally, technically, hadn't done the things she was angry at her for yet. She had tried simply to avoid any contact with her so far, but she wasn't sure how long she could even keep that up without looking like she was trying to avoid her.

The only good that seemed to have come of all this was that, between Sally's actions the day she had died and the fact Sally was still alive here, Simon seemed to have let go of most of his guilt over her death.

He'd been focused the last few days on making sure that it would be as hard as possible to link them with Tony's death. The night they had buried the two bodies, they had stayed behind and broken into the office to leave a note. Simon had originally wanted to write out the note, until she had pointed out that none of them could forge Tony's handwriting. Instead they had typed and saved it on the computer, leaving the file open so that Sally would find it first thing when she turned it on.

Simon had also fished Tony's credit card out of the muck they had found in the locker room, and they had decided to wait a few days and use it to book a flight and one of those unlimited euro passes so that, hopefully, the police would think that Tony was still alive. Or think that Gary had killed him and stolen his credit card.

As they headed down to the lower level even Nathan seemed to be getting sick of his own voice, as the mind numbing repetition started to lull them all in a bored silence. They were making their way through the area Simon always said reminded him of a UFO when Curtis of all people broke the quiet.

"What is that?" The odd beige blob, on closer inspection, was actually a naked man. She remembered this. It was Nathan's step-dad, or whatever he called him. Alisha bit back a smirk.

"Is he breathing?" Kelly asked. Since even Simon seemed reluctant to actual touch him to check, she let out a slightly frustrated sigh and moved forward, poking him with her claw.

"Hey," she said, poking him slightly harder. "Are you alright?" That did get him stir, but, unfortunately, that only meant he rolled over onto his back, causing the group to collectively groan and take a step back.

"You." Nathan shouted. That finally got the guy to wake-up. When he saw them all looking down out him, he seemed to sort of panic, and clumsily stood and ran through the gate as Nathan yelled at him. Next to her Simon was laughing along with the rest of her and something uncoiled inside of her. He hadn't laughed enough lately.

"Do you want to tell us who that was?" Curtis asked, clearly amused.

"He's my mum's… he lives with my mum." Nathan said looking oddly lost.

"Why's he naked?" Kelly asked

"Maybe he's a werewolf." Simon said. He was wearing one of those half smiles that usually meant he knew something funny that no one else did. He had worn it a lot when she had first met his older self. Unfortunately, she realized somewhat guiltily, she hadn't paid enough attention to him the first time around to know what it was.

"Twat." Nathan said. The name automatically raised her hackles up but Simon just continued to smile in quiet amusement.

"It's what happens in films. You turn into a werewolf, you kill somebody and then you wake up somewhere naked. Like the zoo." By the end he was actually biting his lip a bit, as if to keep from laughing.

"He's not a werewolf, OK. This guy is such a pussy, he needs my mum to open jars for him. I'm sure if he was a werewolf he'd be able to open a jar of peanut butter for himself." Nathan reasoned. Which really showed just how twisted their idea of reality had already become.

"What happens if the storm messed him up?" Kelly pointed out.

"That's bollocks." Nathan said.

"You see dead people." She reminded him, slowly, as if explaining it to a child.

"That hasn't been proven yet." Nathan retorted. "And anyway, what are the chances?"

Once the excitement was over, they gradually drifted back into their litter picking quiet. Alisha moved over towards Simon, close enough so that they could talk without the others hear them.

"Alright. What's so funny?" She asked him. He glanced back towards where Nathan was furiously stuffing tiny bit of trash into his bag, before turning back towards her with another one of his half grins.

"Pretty much the only advantage to being the one to drag Nathan out of a bar or club is that he talks when he's drunk. He told me that Jeremy had had this dog he loved when he was a child, and the storm made it so, whenever he thought about him, he would mentally turn into a dog."

"What, he'll just starting thinking he's a dog?" She asked. Simon nodded. She supposed it wasn't really that weird compared to some things they'd run into.

"He's a weredog." Simon added. "Sort of." Suddenly it dawned on her why he was so amused.

"Which is what you guessed before and we all looked at you like you were crazy." Simon gave a slightly nod. She felt a pang of guilt again at that but, as if sensing it, Simon reached over and laced his hand with his and she decided to push it aside. As Simon had once said, now was what was important.

"So," She finally said, "what are the chances we can get a picture of his face when he finds out?" That got another laugh.

OOO

Dancing still wasn't really his strong suit. Alisha would probably say he just needed practice, but he hadn't exactly had an opportunity to do so. Alisha hadn't been as interested in going to clubs and parties since they had gotten together, however you counted that. They had gone to clubs a couple of times with the group, back when they first were dating and couldn't touch. Then Nathan had had a girlfriend and a newborn, and it wasn't that long after he had decided to stay in Vegas that they had gotten another round of community service.

Luckily the senior social didn't really require much skill and at least this time he didn't feel like he was trapped by the surprisingly strong arms of his dance partner. Alisha was dancing as well, seeming to always find the elderly gentleman who was as far away from Sally as possible to make her partner. He had to keep reminding himself that this Sally hadn't done anything wrong yet, and that he hadn't done anything to her. It wasn't entirely working and sometimes when he looked at her he felt an odd mix of guilt and anger punch him in the stomach, but, so far at least, she hadn't seemed to pay any particular attention to him because of it.

Nathan was speaking with a blonde woman by the refreshments. It must be the older woman he ended up with, Simon realized. Simon might not have a lot of experience with being someone's wing man but suspected it probably should include warning a friend he was flirting someone's grandmother. Then again, from what he remembered, this was going to be the only action Nathan had for almost a year before he met Marnie, so maybe it would be better to let him be. Plus, it was Nathan. Not only was he more or less unable to become embarrassed, but if someone didn't occasionally tease him, he probably would be disappointed. If anything, Simon should probably be encouraging the woman to have her last youthful folly with someone who didn't think fisherman's friend was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

OOO

Kelly had thought helping with the old people would at least be better than picking up littler all day. After all she didn't have to wear that jumpsuit and old people were sweet and nice and stuff right? Turned out that old guys' thoughts were just as dirty as all guys. She didn't need to know that her arse reminded someone's grandpa of the nurse he used to do during the war. And she really hadn't wanted to know why her bum was the only part of her he really remembered.

Plus Nathan spent the entire time talking to some blonde. What was up with that? One minute all he can think about is shagging her and the next it's like she didn't even exist. Not that she wanted to shag Nathan or anything, she hadn't even been able to get rid of Lee's ring yet, but it had been nice to be wanted.

And then some dick put a note in Curtis' locker. It was as if they had even done anything wrong. Not really wrong anyway.

Keith at least looked happy to see her when she got home. After she put down her groceries, she sat down and began rubbing him behind the ear in the spot he liked.

"Wish she'd rub lower. I still have the crick in my back from that poodle. She was a right freak."

"Keith." She said with a frustrated sigh. Gross. Like she hadn't already had enough reminders of just how dirty all men were today.

OOO

Alisha felt like goldilocks for even thinking it, but if her bed had felt too big for one person, Simon's bed was definitely too small for two. She had been surprised that he hadn't moved into the flat, until he had explained that he had had to fix it up himself when he had come back, and told her that it hadn't felt worth it to fix it up again if he didn't know if they were going to be living there together. Which was incredibly sweet, especially since it meant this time she was able to ask him to build more closet space. It was also turning out to be incredibly inconvenient since, with everything going on in their lives now, he didn't really have time to work on the flat.

Not that there wasn't a certain naughty thrill to being with Simon in his childhood bedroom, with planet wallpaper still on the walls and his little tank figurine thing by the bed. Knowing that he had spent most of his teen years sitting alone here, afraid he'd never get any girl to look at him and couldn't have even imagined being the man he had become. It was new territory for them, literally. They had already both moved into the flat by the time they could actually touch. But the novelty wore off pretty much as soon as she had woken up stuck between the wall and Simon's rather heavy body.

Shifting slightly, she tried to figure out what had woken her up. It was still fairly early in the evening but she and Simon had taken advantage of his sister spending the afternoon at a friend's and taken a nap afterwards. There was a sound from Simon's computer.

"What's that?" She asked she asked, shaking Simon slightly to wake him up. He blinked groggily at her, and she pointed back toward the computer. "It's making a beeping sound." Simon slipped out of the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants before sitting in front of the screen.

"It's a message from Sally." He said quietly.

"Why are you getting messages from Sally?" There more venom in her voice than she had intended. Simon looked back towards her, but his eyes shifted slightly to the side in the way that usually meant he didn't particularly want to tell her something but at the same time that he had to.

"The first time, Sally went after me for two reasons. She tried to get access to my video collection because she thought I might have some footage of the day Tony died or something else that could be used as evidence." He told her matter of factly. As if it hadn't very nearly destroyed him to have her play him like that. As if he hadn't been carrying around the scars both mentally and physically from it until the day he died. "She tried also to seduce me because she thought I was the one that was the least connected to the group and would be the easiest to manipulate into turning against all of you."

"Which is why you should be accepting her friends request on mate share." She pointed out, slightly frustrated. It was bad enough they had to deal with that woman and the community center. Simon just nodded.

"Yes, but, this time, because we're together I'm not the one that seems like the best target."

"So why is she sending you a message." She slipped out of bed herself, pulling on Simon's discarded shirt before slipping onto his lap to read the message.

"Because I posted a video of the storm." He told her quietly. "I thought that, if she still thought I had footage of that day, it might deflect some of her attention away from whoever she tried to manipulate."

"And who would that be? How do we even know she's going to try to do the same thing?" Simon gave her a strained look.

"She thinks we killed her fiancé." He said simply. And really, when she thought about, that was all that needed to be said, wasn't it.

"Who do you think she'll go after?" She finally asked. Simon hesitated again for a moment before he spoke.

"It was your relationship with Curtis that really brought him into the group." He said before quickly adding. "I'm not saying I think that Curtis will turn on us. But he would be the likely choice."

Alisha took a deep breath. Simon was right, of course. Curtis would be the obvious choice. He'd never really felt like he belonged with the rest of them, even while they were together. Without that connection, she was almost afraid to test his loyalties. She still didn't like the idea of playing along with that woman's game, but using Sally's own manipulation against her did seem kind of appealing.

"Why'd you have to be so rational about this?" Alisha told Simon, mostly teasing. He gave her a small smile. "We're doing this together, no more posting things and making plans without telling me, ok?" She told him. He nodded.

"I'm Sorry. I suppose I've gotten into the habit of making plans alone." He said apologetically. He ran a thumb along her cheek. "I'm still getting used to have someone else helping me. I promise, I won't cut you out again."

"You better not." She told him before turning toward the screen. "So, what should we tell not really shygirl18?"

"We should probably start with hi." He said, wrapping his arms more securely around her waist and leaning down to press a kiss onto the side of her forehead. "And we should also probably try to start getting Curtis more involved with the group as well."

"That we can start on tomorrow."

Day Two

(Wednesday)

"Here, look." Nathan said, grabbing Simon and shoving the phone into his face. Simon took one glance down at the picture and immediately regretted it.

"Nathan." He grimaced, shoving the phone away, before going back to setting out chairs.

"Look, this guy is living with my mum. We've got to do something."

Nathan had been trying to convince them that his step-dad, or almost step-dad, was dangerous most of the day. Actually he had been trying to convince them since yesterday morning. Simon hadn't remembered exactly what had happened last time; he hadn't been really involved in it, other than Nathan's initial attempt to enlist them to help. He had expected that Nathan would calm down some after a night to think things over, but apparently he had had another run in with the man last night, and was only more agitated.

"So who's with me?" Nathan asked as he finished his latest attempt to gather their support. Alisha glanced towards him, and he shook his head, very slightly. He knew that eventually Nathan and his mother would come to an agreement, so this was one situation where that he and Alisha should just let play out. Alisha actually looked slightly relieved she wouldn't have to help Nathan.

"It's like that, is it? So much for being united by a horrific, life changing shared experience." Nathan said animatedly. "Hmm? Last week? The situation?"He said quietly, before practically yelling. "Burying our probation worker." They all froze for a second, shocked. When no one appeared to be jumping out of the woodwork to accuse them, Alisha turned towards Nathan and angrily whispered.

"Do you want us to get arrest?" Nathan ignored her.

"I can't believe that counts for nothing." He said with just a hint of feigned disgust.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Simon decided to suggest. "Maybe there's a reasonable explanation." Although even as he said it, Simon realized just how unlikely that sounded.

"A reasonable explanation? What kind of reasonable explanation could there be for running around naked and attacking people so he can lick their face?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. It's almost five." Alisha said, nodding towards the clock.

"Right, I say we get change." Kelly announced lifting her hand off of what would be the final chair she would put out that day. As the girls headed towards the locker, he and Curtis finished up with the chairs. Nathan was still looking at his phone as if it would suddenly reveal the evidence he needed to get back into his mother's good graces.

"Curtis, do you have a girlfriend?" Simon asked, once he was sure Nathan wasn't listening.

"Why? Do you need some advice?" Curtis asked cautiously. Simon shook his head.

"No. It's just, none of my or Alisha's friends are really dating anyone. We thought it might be nice to go out with another couple, for a change." Alisha had helped him decide how exactly to broach doing something outside of Community Service with Curtis. Getting Sam involved, if Curtis was dating her in this timeline, seemed the best plan. Curtis however, seemed hesitant. "Unless you're embarrassed to be seen with us?" Simon half teased. Curtis shook his head slightly but his answer was slow, and Simon suspected he was making it up as he went along.

"No, it's just Sam and I don't really get a lot of time together right now, with me being here all day. We kind of like to spend it just the two of us."

"Of course. Believe me I completely understand." Simon said, giving him a slightly forced smile. "But if you ever do want to go for a drink or something, just let us know?"

"Yeah. Sure." Curtis said a bit more enthusiastically. Simon was slightly disappointed that it hadn't been as easy as he had hoped to bring Curtis and Sam more involved with the group, but now he was also curious as to why Curtis seemed so reluctant for them to meet Sam.

OOO

Alisha hesitated a moment.

"Are you sure?" She asked. Simon nodded. Taking a breath she pulled back on the trigger. Simon was peppered with foam darts. He let out a frustrated sigh, screwing his eyes up in aggravation. They had decided they should try to learn how to control their new powers. It wasn't going as well as Simon had hoped, she knew.

"You can do this." She reassured him. "It took you weeks to be able to turn invisible at will, but you did it." She reminded him. He still looked incredibly frustrated.

"And I never learned to really control my precognition. At least not while I was actually seeing the future." He pointed out.

"Look, I may not know all that geeky stuff you do, but I know you, and I saw that Incredibles movie."

"You watched the Incredibles?" He asked, slightly amused.

"That's not a story you want to hear." She told him. Surprisingly that was actually one of the few stories of her pre-ASBO life that was relatively family friendly. It was also one of the stories she had vowed never to speak of aloud. Luckily the only other witness hadn't known how to speak at the time. "The point is, force fields are something that can be learned with practice. And we both know how well you can do at something with a little practice." She told him with a smile. That got her a bit of grin.

"Look, why don't you call it a day for right now and you can try to help me figure out my power. I don't really want to faint in the middle of Sainsbury again because we are wondering what the police think about the probation worker's disappearance." She told him. That seemed to perk him up a little, and he nodded.

"From what I've read," he told her "you should sit and try to relax first. Maybe try the reverse of how you got into your body on the roof, if that makes sense." It didn't precisely, but she supposed she should at least try. She got down on the floor, sitting with her legs crossed across from Simon. It seemed like the position to use. She closed her eyes. Simon reached across and gave her hand a squeeze, and then she tried to concentrate. And concentrate. Then she tried to do the opposite of concentrate. Finally she opened her eyes.

"Did it work?" He asked. She shook her head.

"I think we should maybe just call it a night for both of us." She finally said.

Day 3

(Thursday)

The second dance went more or less like the first, except instead of spending half his time flirting with the blonde woman, Nathan simply left halfway through. Afterwards they changed again and went out to pick up litter. They found Nathan smoking under the flyover, claiming he had left because of the music.

"Some old woman was looking for you." Kelly told him. Nathan actually looked uncomfortable, which was odd. He didn't remember Nathan ever really being embarrassed. Then again, he hadn't been very adept at reading people when this had first happened, and this Nathan was only just starting to realize he had feelings for Kelly. Kelly's face suddenly twisted in a mix of shock, horror and, well, more horror.

"You shagged her?" She asked, incredulously.

"Yeah. Yeah, nice one. I gave her a right good seeing to." Nathan said, trying to play it off. He wondered why Nathan really thought he could get away with lying when Kelly could read his thoughts. Then again, while Alisha was biting her lip to keep from laughing, Curtis still seemed to think it was a joke.

"I've heard of men who prefer older woman but that does seem a bit extreme." Simon finally said. At that, the laughter Alisha had been holding back finally burst out.

"No." Nathan said. "No!"

"Wait, you're serious. You nailed that old woman? Nah, that is wrong." Curtis said.

"She didn't look like that when we started, OK? You remember that bird Ruth, from Tuesday? Beautiful yeah?" He said, emphasizing the last bit with his hands. "That wrinkly old bint? That's her. It was the storm. It made her young again."

"So now you believe that other people were affected by the storm." Simon decided to point out. Nathan made a face at him, before storming off with Kelly following after him.

Day 4

(Friday)

Nathan was acting weirdly serious today, which more or less took the fun out of teasing him. That wasn't something she had thought would ever happen. They had spent most of their time cleaning up, stacking up the chairs they had just set out, and sweeping up crumbs from the day before.

"So did you speak with your Mother?" She heard Simon ask Nathan as they were finishing up.

"Yeah, turns out, the storm made him think he was dog." She was surprised to hear Nathan say. "So I figure, at least he's got to be loyal, right?"

"So Simon was right? He was a werewolf." She told Nathan, with a smirk.

"He wasn't a werewolf, Ok. He just thought he was a dog. He didn't grow fur or anything." Nathan retorted.

"Sounds kind of werewolf like to me." Curtis of all people added.

"Fine. He was a were-Jack Russell, maybe. But I'm not equating that man with a wolf. That would just be insulting to the wolves everywhere." Nathan told them, before heading off into the locker room. They had almost finished getting dressed when Nathan apparently, finally opened up his locker.

"You know that note you found in your locker?" She heard him say, nervously. "I think it was talking about the probation worker." Turning around she saw that Sally had stuck a missing person's poster Tony on Nathan's locker door.