Numb
Summary: Some people are deaf, some people are blind, but I, I was numb. I could touch the softest silk and not feel a thing. A spider could crawl down my arm, and I would never know. Physically I couldn't feel, and that effected me emotionally...until I met Him
Pulling away from lack of air, I looked up into his steel eyes. I wondered a thousand different things in the space of a moment. Did he know that I was numb? Did he know how he suddenly was able to make me feel? Did he feel that spark? What was happening? What was going to happen?
I chided myself mentally, knowing there was no way he could know all that.
He was staring at me, judging my reaction. Seeing if I would flip out over him kissing me, but I couldn't do that. I had enjoyed it as much as he did.
"Spot?" A voice called, and suddenly Jack was standing there. Like a sudden blinding flash, sending us back to reality. "Cora?" He said, staring at us two.
I realized that we were still tangled in each others arms, and Spot must've realized it in the same instant, and we both pulled apart, "Hey Jack!" I said, smoothing my clothes and putting my hands behind my back. Be nonchalant.
Jack was still staring at us, and I gave a side glance to Spot, who was lighting up a cigaret. Was it bad that this made me mad? 'He's just playing along.' a voice said, but the blank look on his face made me want to slap him.
"Hey Jackie-boy. How's it rollin'?" Spot said, shakin' out the match and inhaling the tobacco.
My brother narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "I'm here for Cora. Figured I should get her. Don't want her bein' soaked in Queens."
I scowled, "I can take care of myself." I grumbled, as I began my trek back to Manhattan. It was getting very dark, and even with Jack I didn't want to be on the streets.
"Hold on a minute, Cor." Spot said, "Jack, Ise was wonderin' can I tawk ta ya." He glanced at me, "Privately."
"Well, then why'd ya tell me to hold on?" I asked.
"Cause I didn't wantcha ta walk out dere and get hurt." Spot said, no emotion flitting across his face. I cocked my head to the side, but my own features fell behind a mask, and then I turned and walked across the street, still in view of the two.
I sat on a step and petted Twiddle. Letting out a small sigh, I murmured to the cat, "That boy confuses me."
"What boy?" A voice said, making me jump up.
"Oh, hey Nine." I said looking up at the tall boy.
"Just, 'oh hey?'" he asked smiling.
I smiled back, "How ya doin'?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Alright. I was at Manhattan and they said youse was in Brooklyn. Why?"
Waving my hand to where Spot and Jack were I replied, "Spot. He's teaching me to read and write. So now I have to go everywhere with him." Which isn't bad, least not after a moment ago, that voice said.
I wanted to growl at that voice. It pissed me off sometimes.
"Ah." was all Nine said, then glanced down at Twiddle, "Aww, he's adorable!"
Funny sight, seeing a 6"4 boy playing with a kitten that's smaller then his hand. I watched and laughed, but still wondering what the hell Jack and Spot could possibly be talking about.
I turned away for Nine a moment, and watched Spot and Jack. All I could see were their profiles and the cigaret that Jack now held. Spot's face had a heated expression, as if he was fighting to win something.
Sighing, I lean back and watch Nine and Twiddle for a few more minutes, until my two men come waltzing over. Jack's face looked hard, and Spot had gone back to the emotionless mask. Jack waved his arm, "C'mon Cora. Let's get home."
I nodded, said a quick bye to Nine and Spot, then followed Jack, Twiddle tucked safely in my arms.
Practically sprinting to keep up with Jack's large strides, I breathed, "What's going on?"
Jack glanced back, then lit up another cigaret. "Look, Cora, Ise really don't wantcha ta worry. It's jus' dis whole big Queens mess. Day been buggin' us and Brooklyn for da last couple a months." He glanced at me, "Spot gets stressed sometimes, and does things he really doesn't mean."
I stopped to stare at my brother, "What?"
Stopping, but not turning, he replied, "Cora, Ise saw you and Spot. Ise don't wantcha ta get hoit. Ise tink...Spot might jus' be usin' youse ta blow off some steam."
"I never thought you'd stoop this low, Francis. To think, your trying to make me not like Spot. You know what? It doesn't matter what you think. Just because I kissed him doesn't mean I'm gonna sleep with him, or that anything will happen. You just can't see your little sister, and may I say unfeeling, sister to be happy! Who cares if, everytime Spot touches her, she can feel it for an instant. Who care-"
"You can feel?"He had turned around to stare at me.
I stopped my tirade, and blushed, "Only sometimes. When Spot comes into contact with me."
Jack watched me, head tilted to the side. Just staring. It discomforted me, made me feel like I was being scrutinized, like an experiment.
"Eden..." He fell silent, and we just stared at each other. Understanding. I'm not sure what we were understanding, maybe just each other, maybe we could understand that me feeling after so long may be a miracle, but it didn't matter. It just matter that now we had a stronger bond then ever before.
A/N: Ok, I've been working on this chapter for awhile, so I just ended it here b/c I have the hugest writers block EVER! So, give me some time and I'll try and work on the next one. Please review!
Disclaimer: Uhh, me not own, do not sue. I'm just an innocent obsessive person...
