A/N: Sorry it took so long to post another chapter. The site was down for a while. Anyway, I hope this chapter isn't too bad.


Nira decided to put on some comfortable clothes, jeans, sneakers and a oversized sweatshirt, she put her hair in a loose bun and walked out to the porch to sit on the swing seat and began reading. She was trying to calm down from the events that had happened a few hours ago. Why can't he just mind his own business? She thought.

After a few moments, Nira spotted a red mustang pull in front of the Taylor home and out stepped a leggy blond. She was wearing a light pink valor sweat suit and black puma shoes. The blond walked up the porch steps and saw Nira. "Hello," the girl who owned the mustang greeted her.

"Oh, hi, you must be Randall's girlfriend," Nira said closing the book she was reading.

"Yeah," the girl looked Nira up and down. "And you must be the new neighbor."

"I'm Nira."

"Lauren."

They shook hands.

"So, Nira, what are you doing here?" Lauren asked as she crossed her arms.

"I'm staying with the Taylors for a while until my uncle get's back from his convention," Nira replied.

Lauren then asked, "So, where's my charming boyfriend?"

Nira laughed but then saw that she was serious and answered, "He's inside."

Just then Randy walked out and saw the two talking. He kind of paused looking either surprised or perturbed, Nira had no idea.

"Hey Lauren, what are you doing here?" he asked after he greeted her with a kiss.

"You invited me over for dinner remember?" the blond squeezed his toned arm.

"Oh yeah, well come in dinner's almost ready," In saying that he also meant Nira.

The three walked inside and had dinner, meatless lasagna, salad and stir fry mushrooms, carrots and zucchini. A completely scrumptious meal.

After dinner Nira went back outside on the porch to read her book again. Just as she was beginning to get to the interesting part, Lauren and Randy walked out. She watched him walk her to her car, kiss her good-bye and just stood there until her car was out of sight. He then walked back up the porch steps with his arms crossed. Obviously he was still upset about earlier.

"You know, you still owe me an explanation," he stated.

She sighed in annoyance. "What do you want me to tell you, Randy? Honestly?" she asked standing up, confronting him.

"Just tell me the truth," he replied gazing intently into her eyes.

She rolled her eyes and began to walk into the house, but he grabbed her by the arm and turned her towards himself, getting peculiarly close.

"Don't walk away from me," he said sternly.

She yanked her arm away from him. "Why does it matter so much? Why can't you just accept it as it is."

"Oh I don't know, maybe because of the fact that I found you unconscious, maybe because Cuddy is perfectly fine after getting hit by my car. Now, I know for a fact that he's not a dog made of steel," he said quickly.

"You never know, he might be," she said half jokingly.

Randy looked as if he were going to explode from all the frustration building up. He became so incredibly indignant that he decided to be the one to walk away this time. Leaving her puzzled.

The young man stomped through the kitchen and into his room. God, why do I even care? He asked himself as he threw off his shirt and hopped on his weight bench. I haven't even known her that long. He was benching a hundred and fifty pounds easily. After a while sweat began to roll down his toned abdomen. I can't wait until she leaves.

Just then Tim walked down interrupted his son's thoughts. "Hey, what was that all about up there?" the dad asked curiously.

"All what?" Randy heaved as he kept lifting.

"Well you stormed into the house and went straight to your room. I know you don't do that when you're happy," his dad stated. "Is it Nira?"

The son replied, "No, dad, don't worry about it."

"Okay, okay," Tim grunted. "You need a spotter?"

"Sure," Randy replied as he realized he was getting tired.

"You know, Randy, I've noticed some changes in you since you've met our lovely neighbor," Tim stated putting the tips of his fingers on the bar as Randy repeated the same range of motion.

"How? That's not possible," Randy said placing the weight bar in place and sitting up to take a break.

"I don't know… You just seem different, son." Tim crossed his arms and gazed at him studiously. "Like you have a lot on your mind."

Randy laughed lightly. "Dad, I'm fine, really." He then laid back down and began his reps again.

"Okay well, I need to tell you something," Tim began.
Just then the door to Randy's room opened and in walked Nira. She paused for a moment and said, "I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

Tim replied, "No, no, I was just spotting Randy here. Did you wanna take it from here, Nira?"

"Dad, didn't you wanna tell me something?" Randy asked as he sat up for a breath.

"No, it's not important. It can wait," Tim said as he rustled his son's hair. "Well, I'll leave you two to talk." He said, then he walked back up the stairs.

"What do you want, Nira?" he asked as he stood up, grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his body.

Nira gulped and seemed a bit uncomfortable. "Maybe, I should come back," she said meekly.

"You came down here to tell me that? Big surprise there," he murmured as he put the towel around his neck.

"This was a mistake," She said and began to walk away.

"You know, I don't get you."

She stopped her back still facing him.

"You come into my life, befriend me and expect me not to ask questions about you," he stepped closer. "It doesn't work like that, Nira. And you can't keep avoiding it."

"I know," she turned to face him, her countenance showed that she was perturbed and disheartened. "I just figure, the less people know about me, the better."

"Why?"

"You wouldn't understand," she stated, tears welling up in her eyes. "The kids at my school thought I was weird, because I was anti social, I was an outsider. Different... They used to make fun of me and all because I didn't want to get too close to anyone."

"Listen, Nira, I think I may have an idea of how it feels to be picked on," Randy said remembering all the times the guys in high school made fun of his height. It bugged him at first, but he got used to it and eventually began to ignore it or respond with smart sarcastic remarks.

She breathed in and quickly let it out.

"Guys in high school used to make fun of me all the time," he then mocked some of the phrases the people in high school used to say to him, "So, Randy, you like working for willy wonka? Hey, Taylor, that's kind of high, you need a boost? Or Hey, Randy, if you grow a coat of fur you'd resemble an ewok."

She laughed lightly, revealing her white teeth and beautiful smile.

"Hey, that's not funny, you know how traumatizing it is to be called an oompa loompa?" he said raising the corner of his mouth in a half grin.

She kept smiling, then as Randy threw a t shirt on, she sat down on his bed. "Alright," she heaved a sigh. "I just don't know where to start."

"The beginning would be nice," Randy replied taking a seat beside her.

She glared at him.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he said. "Go on."

"What happened to Cuddy was no miracle," she began. "I know it's kind of hard to believe, but I fixed Cuddy."

He paused and stared at her for a moment. "What do you mean you fixed him?"

"I have the ability to heal," she said bluntly.

At this point Randy had no idea what to say. His mind filled with so many questions that he just didn't know which one to ask.

"Say something," she said as she fiddled her thumbs.

"I don't… I mean…" he stuttered. He then took a slow breath. "How is it that you have this ability?"

She stood up and started pacing back and forth. "It's in the Wilson bloodline. I come from a long line of Healers. My mom was one and so is my uncle."

"Wilson?" Randy said in surprise.

She nodded. "It goes all the way back to my great, great, great grandparents." She sat down and fidgeted nervously.

Randy stood up, crossed his arms and heaved a sigh, trying to take in everything Nira was telling him. It was hard to believe, but it made sense. There's more, I know there is, he thought as he gazed at her. "Is that it?" he asked her. "These abilities just appeared out of nowhere?"

"Well, I don't really know the 'how' or 'why', Randall." She said.

"You haven't asked your parents or Wilson?" He took a seat next to her.

"My mom wasn't very informative about it and Wilson, well… He doesn't like to talk about it," she said with a sigh. "Trust me, I want to know more about this gift, but everyone who knows about it won't tell me anything."

Randy sat there quietly.

"Please don't tell anyone," she said as she rested her hand on his.

He looked down at her hand on his. He raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," he promised.

She smiled softly at him. "Thank you, well I should really start on my homework," she started for the door.

"Wait, Nira," he called to her.

She turned. "Yeah?"

"Those kids were crazy to have made fun of an amazing person like you."

She smiled apparently blushing. "Goodnight, Randall."

"Goodnight." He couldn't help but to smile as she walked away. Wow… he thought with as he laid down on his bed. I knew she was different. He still had so many questions on his mind though. Maybe she was hiding something from her, then again maybe she wasn't. In that moment his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" he said tiredly.

"Hello lover," it was Lauren.

"Oh hey," he yawned. Man, that work out is finally hitting me. "What's up, Lauren?"

She paused for a moment. "You don't seem too happy to hear from me, is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, nothing's wrong, I'm just tired from working out and I am happy to hear from you, babe," he said sitting up. He was trying very hard not to fall asleep.

"Okay, well, I was just wondering if you can give me a ride to school tomorrow, my brother's borrowing my car," she said.

He laid back down and stared blankly at the ceiling. "Sure, you want to meet me at my house or you want me to pick you up?"

"I'll meet you at your house," she replied.

"Okay, sounds good," he held in another yawn. "Listen, Lauren, I'd love to stay on the phone and talk more, but I need some sleep," he said closing his eyes.

She sighed. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Mmm-hmm," he murmured then he flipped closed his cell phone, placed it on his bed side table, then fell asleep.

AAA

Meanwhile, up in Nira's room as she read a book on Brad's old bed, her cell phone rang. She picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Nira, it's your uncle."

She put the book down and smiled. "Hey, how's your convention?"

Wilson replied, "Oh, it's going just fine." He then asked, "How are things at the Taylors'?"

She laid on the edge of the bed letting her feet hang off. "Things are great, I'm just doing a bit of studying."

"Good, good…" he paused. "Are you and Randy getting along now?"

"Yes, uncle Wilson," she replied fiddling with a pencil.

"Okay, well I just wanted to check up on you," he said.

Nira's smile diminished. "Uncle Wilson, I told Randy about my ability."

There was a brief silence. "Did you tell him everything?"

"No, not everything," she replied. "There was a little incident involving a dog and I couldn't help myself."

"So he saw you?" Wilson asked a bit panicked.

"No, no, but he had questions and he's not one to be made a fool of, uncle Wilson," she replied quickly. "I was tired of his constant questions, not to mention how guilty he made me feel for not telling the truth."

"Nira, this is not good, not good at all," Wilson sighed.

"He's not going to tell," she assured him.

"Why are you so sure of this?" Wilson said a bit upsettingly. "You hardly know him."

"You said him and his family are like your own, why don't you trust him?" Nira questioned as she sat up from the bed.

"We'll talk more about this when I get home," he said in a whisper and with that the phone call was over.

She dropped her phone on the carpet and plopped onto the bed. "Great, just when I thought everything was going well…" she said to herself.

AAA

The following morning Randy, Nira and Lauren all carpooled to school together. The day was bleak and cloudy, it looked like it was going to rain. The ride to school was silent, Lauren sat in the passenger seat while Nira sat in the back seat, Randy obviously, was at the wheel. When they arrived, Lauren offered to walk with Nira to class (they were going in the same direction anyway), and Randy went off to his class in the opposite direction.

As the two women ambulated, Lauren broke the silence, "So, you're from London, right?"

Nira nodded.

"Look," Lauren stopped her by grabbing Nira's arm. "Let's skip the preliminaries, I know about you."

Nira had a stunned expression on her features. "You do?"