Chapter 14: Oh To Be Conscious Again.

Hey, it's me again. Yes I'm conscious again. Why do you act so surprise? Oh yeah I was just about ready to die. Any way, remember when I told you about the isolation tank incident? Well I also forgot to tell you that I suffer from post traumatic stress disorder. You already know that? Max's voice told you? Ok then. This is awkward. Well then, I guess that we'll just get on with the story then. Sorry.

I became very aware that I'm in the air and whoever is carrying me is about to drop dead. They keep falling down and up. Their breathing is very heavy. I swear to god there are times that I could kill Jason for going too far. This is probably one of those times.

"Jason let me fly," I say not opening my eyes. Much to my surprise Jason was no the one to answer me.

"Sorry not going to happen."

"What the heck are you doing carrying me?" I can't believe that he would have the nerve to do this after he caused me to be like this. Oh wait maybe he was just trying to make up for what he did. "Sorry." He didn't say anything. "Thank you."

"No problem," Fang said.

"I think I can fly on my own now. You need a rest," I tell him. Then I realize that I'm having issues trying to figure out how to do this. I've never had to. If I do this the wrong way then I could bring him down with me. That's not something I want to do, especially not after he was nice enough to actually carry me for God knows how long.

"Why do I feel like you're confused?" he asks me softly. Stupid Jean! Stop projecting.

"I don't know. Just um how do I get down? I don't want to bring you down with me," I tell him. He looks at me. I think he wanted to roll his eyes at me, but he didn't. "I have an idea. Could you take me over to Jason please?" Fang nodded his head and brought me over to Jason. The hand off was awkward, but I was incredibly happy to see him.

"Thanks," Jason said to Fang before going back to where he was. Fang looked very happy to be rid of the dead weight that was me.

"I'm sorry," I told Jason. He didn't seem to care. He didn't look at me. He didn't talk to me. He didn't do anything. I'm really starting to get mad at him. "Jason. Jason. Jason!" I said and I smacked him in the back of his head.

"What was that for?" he yelled at me almost dropping me. Whether it was intentional or not, I don't know.

"I'm trying to talk to you and you're not saying, doing, or thinking anything!" I told him. He looked at me with a stern expression on his face which translates to well then don't do something stupid. "I was trying to make sure we were fed! We don't get trays of food sent to us anymore."

I telekinetically lifted myself out of his arms, something risky considering my mental state. I unfurled my wings and flew away from him. Jason's not particularly a talkative person when he's mad at you actually he's not particularly talkative period.

I decided that now's as good a time as any to start my round of apologies and thank you's starting with Jess.

"Hey. Glad you're better," he said. I smiled at him.

"Me too. Thanks. I think that we should ever go into a place called Happy Mart again," I told him. He laughed and agreed. I then made my way over to Sophie. She was pretty good flyer for only five years old.

"Jean," she squealed. She wanted to give me hug right then, but she couldn't because of our wings. I would remember to giver her a hug later. I'd hug the rest of them later. Just as soon as we landed and I saw my sister again for the first time in almost eight years.

"Hey you two," I said to Evangeline and Bobby. They looked back and looked happy to see me flying as well. Evangeline's mouth wasted no time in starting.

"Oh Jean! We are so glad that you're back. I was so scared even though Jess, Jason, Iggy, and practically everybody else told me that you would be ok. I thought that Jason was quiet before, but man when you're out then he doesn't have anything to say. He just like sulks and what not," she went on and on and on.

"Thanks Evangeline," I told her. I wanted to fly like there was no tomorrow. I really wanted to push my limits and stretch my muscles. There was a huge gnawing in my stomach. I was so hungry. I bet I haven't eaten in at least a day. We all know how fast flying burns calories.

I started to fly back. Slow down. Soon I was as far back as Fang was. I felt so sorry that he had to carry me as long as he did. Why was he carrying me anyway? I think he heard my stomach growling because the next thing that he said was,

"Here," and he held out an energy bar. I didn't know what to do. He caught me totally by surprise. "It's not poisoned."

"Thanks," I told him and took it. I tried not to look like a starving dog, but I think I did anyway. I practically swallowed the thing whole. It got way awkward way fast. "Why were you carrying me?" I asked absentmindedly.

"Because Jason was doing the past three and a half hours, and you were too heavy for Jess. Iggy already has enough issues when Erasers show up all of the sudden."

"Thanks."

"You already told me that."

"I know. I feel bad that you had to carry me all that time. It's not exactly easy. I mean it's practically hard enough for an Eraser to fly. They're at least two hundred and fifty pounds. My weight on top of your weight. God that's go to be murder on your wings."

"You're babbling."

"I know. I have a tendency to do that when I get nervous."

"Why would you be nervous?"

"Because I don't know what to say. I normally know what to say and when I don't I get nervous." He nodded his head. "How long have we been flying?"

"About four five hours," he guessed.

"Great we should be there in a half an hour." I told him. He looked happy. I would be too if I had been carrying the dead weight that is me.

"If it makes you feel any better," he began. "You don't weigh that much. You weren't as heavy as Max was." I smiled at him.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" I asked him. I already knew the answer. I was projecting. I should be getting a lot better at controlling this. Like I said before, my telekinetic abilities are a lot easier to control then the telepathic ones. I just hope that Fang didn't figure out my little secret.

"I don't. It's just that you seemed a little worried that you might have been some big burden and you weren't."

"Oh. Thanks."

I glanced ahead at Jason. He was looking at me and Fang. He was listening in. I could tell. He looked really mad at me. Sorry for protecting Sophie you jerk. I thought in his general direction. I think her heard me because he turned away. I think he was hurt. Right now, I don't care because we're about to land in my sister's yard. I've missed her so much.

AN: Ok yes I realized that I rushed to freaking conneticut. They should have stopped, but we're going to pretend that this is like the fairly odd parents and they squished the maps. Perhaps when I am finished I will fix this little flaw.