Chapter 7

A/N So sorry that this took forever to update. I don't get any time to write and posting has been even more of an issue due to bad internet and a strict dad. I've been getting writer's block a lot lately on all my fanfics. So sorry for the hold up. I'm hoping things will get better in the next few months, but there can't be any promises. I have a few chapters written for this and I'll be posting them as I get time. Sorry to leave everyone hanging! And for my USM fanfics, if anyone can give some suggestions for villians and a more detailed plot, that'd be great! (I know from reviews that a few readers of this story read those so those are the ones I'm addressing here) Ok! Shutting up! Enjoy!:)

A few hours later, everyone is safe and receiving treatment. According to the doctors, some of the kids with internal injuries were brought in minutes before they went critical. One or two were thought to be good as dead, but they did try and managed to bring them back up to speed. You had used your telekinesis when nobody was looking to dig out a few people. It sped things up, but now you are exhausted. Apparently, using your mind to move things can be more efficient for the energy it uses, but it uses at least twice the energy of lifting it all by hand. You almost faint while waiting in line to get in a van to get everyone home. And you pass out in the van.

You wake up about two days later in your bed on the floor of the lab. They had ,of course, offered you a guest room, but you had replied that you wanted to stay in the lab and that you were more comfortable on the floor. Bree is sitting next to you and staring at you worriedly. You smile up at her and she jumps up and super speeds upstairs and then returns a moment later. "Mr. Davenport will be down to check in on you and debrief with you in a while. Lay still until he gets here. Want me to keep you company?" You reply that you want some food and water. She happily goes and grants your request. You notice abruptly that your bandage is gone. There is a nice little scar there where the splinter went in and another where it came out, plus the few thinner and less noticeable scars where the fractured bone had poked through. You flex your fingers and they are as good as new. You wonder how Davenport did it.

About an hour later, Mr. Davenport comes in. "Glad to see you're finally awake (Y/N). We thought we might lose you for a little while there. So, you completed your first mission. Congrats." "My first mission? Oh, getting the stuff off those kids." "The whole storm business. What I'm curious to know is why it had you so tired." You explain your new theory. "Interesting." He says when you're finished. "So yeah, I'm still starving. Can I get some more food?" He shakes his head. "I'd feel better if you got some more sleep first. You look beat." "I sure feel that way."

It suddenly occurs to you that you wanted to ask about the healing equipment he used. "What healing equipment? Oh! That's right! Your hand. Actually, I was hoping you could tell me." "What?" You are thoroughly confused. "Yeah we noticed your hand was getting well at an incredible rate and we were hoping you could tell us how you did it."

You realize he looks a little tired and Bree had looked tired too come to think of it. You thought they had just been worried about you but... What if you did take their life pulse to heal? You already know that if you killed something, it's life pulse would transfer to you, extending your lifetime and energy reserves. You know you can't control this process, because it's deep in your unconscious mind and goes too fast for you to throw a wrench in and stop it. So you stopped trying to pick stuff out of the vegetable garden a long time ago. It scares you because when you kill anything, clams, plants, anything, you literally take it's life and add it to your own. What if in your unconscious state, your body took what it needed from the life pulse surrounding it? In that case, you are already hurting these people and you don't want to keep doing it. But you don't know how to stop. Great. Just when you thought you could control your abilities. You forgot about that one. Ugh! You explain this to Mr. Davenport. "Well, that sounds accurate considering how tired everyone is getting and all." He says. "I'm worried now that if I go back to sleep, I'll start taking life pulse again. I wish I had some way to control it so I wouldn't hurt anyone. I want to learn what the process is so I can use it to transfer the energy." You say. "Well, do you feel tired enough to go back to sleep now?" "Not really. I'm tired, but I feel like getting up and walking around. I want something to eat. Can I please eat something? Pleeeease?" "Ok Ok! Go to the kitchen and eat!" He says laughing. You give your little twelve year old giggle and you feel his heart melt. He's as taken with you now as everyone else is.

You run to the kitchen and basically eat the whole refrigerator. You polish off all the leftovers and most of the snacks. You try to eat slowly, but your hunger is so great that it's all you can do to chew before you swallow. Chase walks in as you finish eating. "Wow, I guess I'd better tell Tasha that we need to go grocery shopping." You have the good grace to look embarrassed.

"Hey, (y/n) I was joking. You're definitely entitled to a good meal. Honestly, even with our bionics, we couldn't have done the job as well as you. For one thing, you really took charge and led those people. I was shocked that Principal Perry even listened to you!" You both laugh a little at that remark. "Yeah, I guess I was a little surprised too. I wasn't actually expecting her to understand. She understands now though Chase. How she was wrong, and I think she'll be more nice to be around from now on." "Wait! What?" You explain.

Chase doesn't believe a word you said about Principal Perry until he sees it for himself the next day and you are even a little shocked yourself by what you see. The next day, the school is clean and decorated with photos of horses, beautiful natural sights and informational posters about various subjects. The football team is in good enough spirits to leave everyone alone. The lunch ladies are dressed in pretty dresses with aprons covered in hearts, flowers and stars. And the school smells like baking cookies. Leo seems to remember something, and you realize that what is happening is very similar to the Parallel Universe Mission Creek High. He comments on it as soon as you think about it. Just then, Perry comes out of her office in a pretty white dress with lavender flowers all over it.

"Good morning kids! Hope you're all ready to learn today! Oh, yeah, meeting in the auditorium. Don't be late!" She walks into her office and comes out with a huge plateful of Sour Cream Cookies with rainbow icing on them. "Here, take one each. Still warm! It's an old family recipe, from way back before my great great grandparents were born! Only had 'em once myself when I was a tiny thing! Enjoy!" And then she hurries away to greet more students with her cheery smile. Every student in Mission Creek High School was very thoroughly confused by her new behavior.