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Chapter 11 – Panic Attack

There were little pieces of something hitting her in the face. That was the first thing that occurred to Izzy while she was lying there in her semi-conscious state somewhere between sleeping and waking. The second thing was that she was suffering from the headache and hazy memories indicative of a not insignificant hangover. The third was that the crappy plaster spackled over the ceiling of her flat must be flaking off again. And then the last one was that she hadn't actually gone home last night. That realization was enough to make her wake up.

Izzy sat bolt upright, wheeling about to take in her surroundings. Tarmac. Couch. Open sky. The distinct odor of errant youths, otherwise known as weed. She was on the roof of the community center, lying on the couch, covered with a blanket she didn't remember getting and wearing the running clothes she kept in the bottom of her locker. She didn't remember changing into those. Then again she couldn't remember falling asleep up there either. Why had she been stupid enough to do something like that? She should be home before curfew—she was always home before curfew. If she wasn't doing her community service or working in the garage with Max, she was always at home. It wasn't like she really had any friends, and other than that thing with Ian all those years ago she had never been in a relationship that lasted over a month. And even when she was in a relationship, she always made sure to wake up in her own bed. It set the boundaries for her, and she had never gotten to a point where she wanted to cross it. Which was why it made absolutely no sense that she was there on that roof. And what was even stranger was that she wasn't the only one there.

"Morning."

The sound of that lilting Irish accent made her eyes snap shut. She slowly turned her head until she saw Nathan sitting there with an unbearable smirk on his face and a box full of paper clips on his lap which he seemed to have been throwing at her for at least five minutes. Normally Izzy would have some clever quip or witty barb to wipe the smirk off his face, but right now the questionable circumstances and fuzzy memories were making her uncomfortable with the scene unfolding before her and the pounding of her head was making it difficult for her to think. She quickly pulled back the blanket, sending a cloud of paper clips hailing to the ground. "What happened last night?"

Nathan, clearly oblivious to the small hint of anxiety in her voice, just propped his feet up on the table. "You got good and drunk," he said with a little bit of a smile on his face. "Well, we both did. But I've got to say I'm impressed. For such a small girl you can really pack it in. You passed out in the middle of quoting the entire 'Dennis scene' from Monty Python. Couldn't understand some of it though, with all the slurring and everything."

Groaning, Izzy swung her feet off the couch and kneaded her forehead with the heels of her hand. She could feel the remains of yesterday's makeup built up around her eyes and her hair was sticking out every which way. She must look an absolute mess. When she finally made eye contact with him, her hesitant expression made his smirk falter a bit. "You and me," she said gesturing between the two of them, "we didn't…" She let the statement taper off and left the question unsaid.

"Did we shag?" Nathan asked in an almost amused tone. "Trust me love, if we did, you'd remember it."

"Or maybe I would repress the psychological trauma," she shot back.

Izzy nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know why she would shag Nathan—he was attractive, but he was a twat—and she had a tendency to do stupid shit when she was drunk. She had a way of ruining things and pushing people away even when she was sober, and when she was drunk it was like her subconscious was figuring out ways to fuck things up before her brain was functioning well enough for her to think better of it. And shagging Nathan would definitely fuck things up. She already had enough on her plate what with the murdering and the disposing of bodies, another helping of dysfunction was not what she needed right now. Her life was enough of a mess already, and relationship drama was the absolute worst. Anyway, that category was already more than filled by Curtis and Alisha's little soap opera.

"Well that's a relief," she said, propping her feet up on the table as well, "herpes being forever and all that."

Nathan rolled his eyes and threw another paper clip at her. I wouldn't do something like that. It would be takin' advantage."

Izzy stared back suspiciously. "That must be a new set of scruples that you've dug up for yourself. I seem to remember you telling me that was your modus operandi. Something about shagging drunk, impressionable girls. You seem like someone who would enjoy being the mistake they wake up to in the morning"

"Best mistake they ever made," he responded with a wink. "And yes it has been known to happen on occasion, but not to you."

Izzy raised her eyebrows. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Nathan froze and a sheepish look crossed his face, like he was a small kid who had accidentally told a secret. "Nothin'," he said quickly, shrugging his shoulders. Izzy leveled him with what Alan used to call her 'mom look'—the one that contained a complete and unassailable authority. She could see Nathan start to squirm. "Fine!" he suddenly shouted. "It's because we're mates, okay? Are you satisfied now? Jesus fucking Christ. Now enough with the 'sharing feelings' bullshit. We don't really need to be that intimate with each other's lives do we? Now stop looking all disapproving and shit, it's like I'm talking to my mum."

"You're the one who's shouting about feelings," she said through a growing smile. Nathan glowered back, looking none too pleased with the situation. She sat back in her chair and stared at him for a moment, watching him become more and more uncomfortable. "So I'm your friend, hm?"

"Yeah, don't go making a big deal of it or anything," he said waving his hand at her. "You're the one who said it first, and I don't really do the sappy girl-feelings thing."

Izzy pursed her lips and nodded. "That's fine. I see what's going on here. You love me."

Nathan's eyes widened in fear. Izzy tried hard not to laugh at the expression—he looked like a scared baby. 'No."

"You're in love with me."

"You have got to still be drunk or somethin', love, 'cause—"

"You want to bear my children."

At that point he looked at her like she was absolutely insane. "I'm not a fucking sea horse, Ginger. I am a man. A big, strong, ass-kicking, manly man."

"Nope," she said popping the 'p'. "You're overcompensating. Now you've been neutered. You're my bitch. My sappy, overly emotional bitch who is completely overflowing with girly feelings."

"Alright," he said pushing himself to his feet and walking to the door to the roof. "I'm leaving this conversation now. I can feel the testosterone being sapped away from me."

"Does this mean you're going to use my actual name now?"

The only response she got was the heavy slamming of a door and then she was left on the roof alone. The small smile that was on her face to begin with widened until it reached Cheshire cat-status. So they were friends now. Real, proper friends. How the hell had that happened? Of all the people she knew, Nathan was the second most emotionally stunted. With herself as the first of course. And maybe that was why. As strange as it might sound, the two of them had a lot in common. They understood each other on a certain level, broken homes, abandonment issues, and all that. All the sarcasm and obnoxious comments—he made them for the same reason she did: to shut people out. Because once you let them in, they could leave you as well.

Izzy had never bothered asking Nathan about his dad, even after she had gone to help him out with his mum. She knew what his response would be, and the story was clear enough for her. She might have even gotten a look at the twat that night at the bowling alley. Nathan had been frog-marched out of the place by a couple of cops and a short man who vaguely resembling a hobbit trailing behind. She hadn't really been paying all that much attention—why should she—but in retrospect there seemed to be no love lost between the two. In some ways it was worse for him than it was for her. His father had chosen to leave him, and she knew that her mother would never have abandoned her given the choice. And her father? Well fuck him. All she had was a name and beaten up photograph, and she needed less than that.

It was strange though, sitting on that roof wrapped in a blanket that Nathan had apparently brought her in the middle of the night. It all felt so…clichéd? But then again nothing is really clichéd when you've got a couple of dead bodies stuffed in a locker. Eventually Izzy managed to pull herself to her feet and throw the blanket aside. Water. She needed water. And a shower. And a six-foot deep ditch to bury her problems in. Literally. Dragging her feet she made it down the stairs and into the locker room, stopping by the closet to grab a towel on the way.

Izzy made sure that she had already changed into her jumpsuit before the others got there. She would shoot off one of her own toes before letting Alisha have the satisfaction of catching her on an apparent walk of shame. It was only about ten minutes before the other ASBO shitheads started to show. It was a fairly quiet morning. That is until Kelly showed up, Nathan trailing behind her, and then there was an explosion of noise that made Izzy's already aching head feel like it was going to split open.

"I saw 'er ex-boyfriend and 'e's bald! It's Jodi! She's got dis powa or somefin', that bitch did dis to me!"

"She can turn people bald?" Izzy asked, rubbing her head trying to fight off the headache. "That's, that's—"

"That is rubbish," Nathan interjected, cutting her off. He started pointing at them all. "Bald, bald, bald. Though it may be an improvement for you, Ginger."

"Fuck off, Nathan."

"When I catch 'er, I'm gonna batta 'er—I'm gonna rip 'er tits off!"

"Well that's…innovative," Izzy said, snorting at the threat. "But I'll tell you what you should do. Rip off one of her tits, and then she'll be all asymmetrical and weird-looking."

Nathan chuckled a bit. "Nice."

"I'm focking serious!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. No more jokes," Izzy said, wincing at the volume of the exclamation and moved to her locker. She was being a bit of a bitch making fun of Kelly like that. It was something she had to work on. Opening up the door, she rooted around in the bag at the bottom until her hand circled around that tiny little bottle that hopefully held her salvation. She would definitely need them if Kelly was going to be on one of her loud, verbal rampages. Kelly was good people, she really was, but she was also very loud. Izzy popped a few of the Advil into her mouth and threw her head back, swallowing them down without water. She went to close the door to her locker and jumped suddenly and someone's face appeared just behind it.

"Jesus Christ, Simon!" she said taking a deep breath. "You can't be sneaking up on people like that. One of these days you're going to get punched in the face, and it might just be by me."

"I did it!" he said eagerly, that same silly bordering on creepy smile covering his face.

"Did what?" Nathan's voice called out from across the locker room. "Did you finally pop your cherry? We were all rooting for you, man. Congratulations."

Izzy rolled her eyes and flicked him off before turning back to Simon. "Are you talking about the plane flight?"

The smile on his face grew and he nodded enthusiastically. "I bought him a one-way ticket to Venezuela. No extradition."

Izzy smiled at him and punched him lightly in the shoulder. He was so obviously desperate for approval, and nobody else was giving it to him, so….. "Good show, man. Hopefully that'll have the cops running in circles for a while."

And then without another word Simon and his creepy smile turned around and walked away. He definitely was an odd one, but he was beginning to grow on her. She turned to leave the room and saw Nathan looking at her with a curious expression. She furrowed her eyebrows and stared back. "What?" He just shrugged his shoulders and ducked out after Kelly and the others. If he kept giving her weird, serious looks like that, she would have to talk to him about it. Or avoid the topic entirely. In her experience it was often best to ignore a problem until it just went away. It wasn't healthy, but it was effective. And at this point she wasn't even sure if there was a problem in the first place. Izzy shook her head, trying to collect her still hazy thoughts before following them herself.

"We should bury the bodies underneath the foundations of the environmental monitoring station before they pour in the concrete," Simon interjected while they were busy sorting clothes.

Izzy exhaled sharply in surprise. Why the hell hadn't she thought of that. It was fucking brilliant. Simple and brilliant. They would disappear entirely never to be found again, and that ulcer forming in the lining of her stomach might jut be able to go away. The guilt wouldn't, but she could live with the guilt. The constant undercurrent of crippling fear was less tolerable. Admitting that might make a bad person, but at this point her only aspiration was for survival. Maybe after the spectres of Tony and Gary were encased in concrete, she would be able to look to the future again and salvage everything she had thrown away over the past few weeks. She looked around at the faces of the others, all of whom looked deep in thought, considering the plan. Except, of course, for Nathan, who had apparently already written it off. The boy had a brain, that much was clear, but what was also clear was that he didn't care to use it all that much.

He pointed at Simon, derision written all over his face. "So your plan is we dig up the bodies, and then we bury them in the exact same place? You're a genius!"

Izzy shot him a withering look. "Yeah, actually, he kind of is. Unless you've got a plan that will make the bodies disappear for all eternity."

"Yeah," Curtis said with a smile. "Yeah, that works!"

"That's smart," Kelly added, piling on some ore praise and making Simon look positively gleeful.

Nathan looked around at the lot of them with a disbelieving expression and scoffed loudly. Izzy could swear that he almost seemed threatened, and for some reason he was looking at her again. It was weird.

Izzy was hoping to discuss logistics a bit more—planning was probably an important step when disposing of bodies—but before anyone else could get out another word the pretty-boy do-gooder popped by, bringing with him an attitude that was far too cheery for Izzy's tastes. She was suspicious of people that were always cheerful. It seemed like they were planning something.

"Okay, everyone you want to grab a box and follow me," he said in that usual chipper voice. What was so entertaining about physical labor? Suspicious. But what was even more suspicious was Alisha's reaction to his arrival. Unlike the other days when she had been all over the guy, she was pointedly ignoring his presence. And to make matters more confusing there was Curtis's reaction to her reaction—the whole situation was entirely out of control. Love triangle plus superpowers equals bad, bad news. Suspicions that were reinforced at the end of the day when Alisha wandered off with do-gooder, leaving the lot of them to deal with the bodies.

"Where's she goin'?" Nathan demanded as he Izzy, Kelly and Simon walked out onto the terrace to find Alisha strutting off with the guy.

Kelly wrinkled her nose. "Is she hookin' op wiv 'im?"

"Ah, yeah, that is definitely on," Nathan definitely on.

Izzy groaned and rubbed at her forehead. Any help the Advil could have given her was being quickly reversed by the inanity of the petty relationship drama. They were disposing of bodies—of people they had killed—and this was their priority? "If I go to jail because she can't rein in her libido, I will fucking kill her," she muttered under her breath.

"Aw, don't do that man," Nathan said, nudging her in the shoulder. "Or do. Seeing as Weird Kid has apparently dreamed up the perfect crime."

"How do we move the bodies without her dad's car?" Simon asked, snapping the rest of them back to reality.

Nathan rounded on Curtis. "You need to get that tart on the phone and tell her we need her dad's car to shift the stiffs!"

But Curtis just wandered off after the two retreating figures. Un-fucking-believable.

"Uh, where ya goin'?" Kelly hissed after him. "We need ta move da bodies!"

"You deal with it!" Curtis shouted, turning back to face them a moment before storming off into the distance.

Izzy was seething. What the hell was wrong with these people? It was like they were hormone-fueled monsters more preoccupied with a casual fuck than going to jail. This was a level of stupidity that she just could not deal with. "That's it," she said, shaking her head angrily. "I'll kill them both. I'm going to murder them in their sleep. Painfully."

"Alright, alright," Nathan cut in, waving his hands around. "Everybody needs to calm the fuck down. Now think." He stroked his chin a bit before pointing at Simon. "You there, Weird Kid. You're the one with all the ideas. What the fuck are we supposed to do?"

Simon shrank a bit under the sudden attention. He looked at Izzy and she gave him a small nod of encouragement. "We could take Sally's car," he suggested hesitantly.

Nathan blinked, completely oblivious. "Who's Sally."

Izzy sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You have got to be kidding me with this."

Nathan just shrugged and looked at them all dumbly. It was times like this when Izzy wondered why she actually liked the twat. But they had a plan. It was a half-assed plan with more than a few flaws, but it was a plan. Simon turned invisible and snuck into her office to lift her keys while the rest of them snuck back into the disused storeroom to fetch the bodies. Izzy spent most of the trip silently cursing Curtis and Alisha. The trip was a lot more difficult with four than it had been with six, and in the end it was more like three seeing as Nathan seemed more interested in picking his teeth and other various forms of self-grooming than maneuvering a couple of corpses 'Weekend At Bernie's'-style.

Izzy finally managed to shove the second set of feet into the boot and leaned against the car, panting heavily. She glared at Nathan's reflection in the rearview mirror. "Do you mind?" she asked hostilely.

He just smirked back. "Not at all, love. I'm quite well suited here."

"Just help us, you prick!" Kelly shouted from the back of the car.

Nathan rolled his eyes and went round the other side of the car, helping Kelly and Simon shove the body of the probation worker in the trunk. Just as slammed the lid of the boot shut, Izzy heard a second door slam.

"Hold it," she hissed, lifting a hand. She squinted at the community center and saw a figure walking towards them. A stream of ice coursed through her veins. "Oh, shit."

Sally was walking out of the community center and towards her car, and Izzy was standing there frozen like a deer in headlights. If it hadn't been for Nathan looping a hand around her waist and pulling her with him, she would probably still be standing there next to that car. The four of them watched in terror, crouching behind the bins, as Sally climbed in, turned on the ignition, and drove off. Nathan ran out of there hiding place, stretching his hands out after the car like he was somehow going to be able to catch it. All he could say was 'fuck!', and Izzy for once whole-heartedly agreed with him.

Izzy was walking around in a haze. It occurred to her that she must be in shock, otherwise she would be freaking out a bit more. That would come later—but for right now she was just numb. Somehow the lot of them made it to the roof, looking out over the water. Maybe they should have just dropped the bodies there. If they did that they certainly wouldn't be in this predicament.

Izzy was sitting on that bench next to Kelly and for some reason the only thing she could focus on was the way the other girl was scratching her head. It was making the wig move back and forth a bit and it looked seriously weird. Somewhere in that semi-comatose state of hers, Nathan's voice broke through as he summarized the entire catastrophic event over the phone.

"…..someone left the keys in the ignition," Nathan rambled into his mobile as he left Curtis a fourth message. "There's no point naming names at this stage—it's done now—so the probation worker is drivin' around with the stiffs in the boot of her car. Just thought you'd want to know. Anyway….call me." He turned around to face the rest of them and threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "Well that's it, I guess," he said, moving to sit next to her. "We're going to prison."

"Yeah, that's where mah career teacha said I'd end op," Kelly muttered from her other side. Usually that would have made Izzy laugh or prompt some sort of snarky quip, but for once her wit was failing her.

"Yeah well you'd do alright in prison," Nathan quipped, resting his elbows on his knees and staring out dejectedly. "You've got the whole bald thing, you're well butch." Kelly, in true form, leaned back around Izzy and started punching Nathan repeatedly. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it! You know you hit me a lot!"

"Yeah, coz you're a dick!"

"I'm just tryin' to say you're well set up and all!" Nathan exclaimed. "Nobody's gonna mess with you or Weird Kid since he looks like the kind of bloke who lights people on fire as a hobby. Me and Ginger, what with our pretty faces and all are prime pickings for all the perverts. Her and me best not drop the soap is all I'm saying."

Izzy let out a derisive snort. "Speak for yourself," she muttered. "I can take care of myself."

Nathan started clapping facetiously. "Oh, well good for you, then. That warms my heart."

"Maybe Sally won't look in the boot," Simon suggested quietly.

Izzy let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, because it's likely that now's the time we're going to start getting lucky? I don't know if you've noticed, but things haven't exactly been working out in our favor so far."

And as a sign of resignation, Simon sat down as well. The four of them must look like they were waiting in line for the gallows. Izzy ran her hands down her face and groaned loudly. "I need to get drunk again."

Nathan laughed and draped an arm around her shoulder.

"Agreed."

So there it is! More hinting at Nathan/Izzy. There's going to be a lot of push and pull with those two and I tried to explain it a bit with Izzy's monologue about being emotionally unequipped and stuff. And some more Izzy/Simon friendship here.

I know this chapter wasn't quite as funny, but it was kind of a drama-filled portion of the story.

Anyway, please review!