I wanted to get this chapter up a couple days ago, but I've been picking up extra shifts at work and my cousin came to visit. Butttttttttt I've managed to keep the deadline!

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Chapter 14:
Today is Just Not a Good Day

Firm arms are placed on both sides of Reagan, trapping her against Harry's desk. The owner of the arms, Harry himself, is leaning on the desk so his face is inches away from the hacker's. Reagan has thought about jumping over the desk to escape the prison of the dirty blonde's arms, but she's pretty sure he'll be able to catch her before her tiny self can clear the desk.

With no escape route Reagan does what she does best; she babbles, "You smell minty. You don't normally smell minty - wait - actually, I've never been this close to you; I don't know what you normally smell like. I just always imagined you'd smell like whiskey or scotch...or perpetual sadness. Oh, oh, or your father's-"

Harry's lips roughly collide with Reagan's, their noses bump as Harry turns his head and his hands dig into her hips. While Reagan stands shell-shocked Harry hungrily kisses her. He kisses her like he's been lost in a desert and she's the first drop of water he's seen in a hundred days. When Harry realizes she's not moving her pulls away to look at her.

"Disappointment," Reagan says, breathless.

"What?" Harry pouts.

"I was just finishing my insult - what the hell was that?"

"I wanted you to shut up," Harry candidly states.

Reagan gasps like a fish, "You're messed up if you think you can go around swapping spit to shut people up. There are other ways, polite ways, to get people to stop talking."

"You're right; let's try this." With one swift motion Harry plants his lips on Reagan's neck and begins gently kissing and nibbling.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you to stop talking," Harry says between kisses.

Reagan laughs, "yeah, like that is going to get me to shut uhhhh," Reagan moans as Harry finds a spot under the back of her jawbone. Harry smirks before nibbling that spot again. In Reagan's surprise she grips onto Harry's shoulders and lets out another moan.

Harry stands up straight and looks down at Reagan, "Sorry you were saying?"

"Just kiss me." Reagan pulls Harry towards her and crashes their lips together. They kiss feverishly, this time both are willing participants.

Harry sucks and pulls on her bottom lip and her fingers get lost in his hair. When Harry bites her bottom lip Reagan wakes with a scream.

She's in her bedroom, in her bed, in her pyjamas. Her breathes are heavy and her eyes rapidly blink.

It was a dream. It was a dream. It was a sexy dream about my boss/business partner.

"Reagan, Reagan!"

The hacker's head shoots up at the sound of her roommate rushing into her room. Tracey has a panicked look on her face, one that confuses Reagan.

"Are you okay? Are you alright? Did you read it?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just had a dream about...I'm fine. Wait, read it? Read what?"

"The pap – its front – I thought you'd have," Tracey takes a breath to stop her mumbling. "It made front page," she says carefully.

It's then that Reagan notices the newspaper being griped tightly in Tracey's hands. "What's going on, Tracey?"

Tracey's eyes don't meet Reagan's as she hands her the paper. Confused Reagan looks at the headline, "Mutant Registration Act? What is this?" Reagan asks Tracey.

"Keep reading."

"In the interest of public safety the Mutant Registration Act will require all mutants to register their identity and mutation with the United States government. By 2017 it is expected all mutants within America's borders will be registered. They can't do this! We're people not animals." Rage fills Reagan. "If that information was leaked every single mutant would be in danger. We'd be getting slaughtered at our work, in our homes, on the streets. And this is just the beginning, Tracey. They'll imprint us and make us wear suppressers. We are living beings, we have rights, we-we-we don't stand a chance." Reagan throws the newspaper across the room and lets out an angry scream. "What do I do, Tracey? I have no idea what to do. Should I run or fight or…" Reagan looks at the brunette with devastation.

Tracey shakes her head and lets out a breath she was holding. "I don't know, Reagan. I honestly don't know. But I do know no mutant is going to stand for this. There is a way to fight this; we just have to find it." Tracey bits her lips. "It's not okay to leave you alone today, is it?"

Reagan shakes her head.

"Do you want to come to work with me and sit on the floor of my cubical like you used to do?"

"...ugh do any of these places you found have less than five people already living there?" Tracey, who is sitting at her desk doing work, asks her companion on the floor.

"That would be a negative, Trace."

Tracey stopped typing. "You suck at this, Reagan. Never become a real estate agent."

"Well, there goes all of my dreams. Dashed."

"You have to hear the truth eventual...Hey, Reagan."

"Yeah?"

"Your boyfriend is talking to my supervisor," Tracey nods her head in their direction.

"What?" Reagan pops her head up but quickly moves out of Harry's sight. "You don't think he saw me do you?"

Silence.

"Tracey?!"

"He's walking this way."

"What?" Reagan rolls underneath Tracey's desk.

"Shut up, he's coming to my desk."

"What? And he's not my boyfriend."

Tracey quickly staples on a professional attitude. "Mr. Osborn, what may I help you with?"

Harry's lips pull into a flirty smirk. "Hi there, I'm having a little computer...desk...trouble. It's being slow."

A knowing look flicks across Tracey's face as she smirks and raises an eyebrow. Tracey let's out an easy laugh, "Computer-desk. That sounds like something my friend would say." Tracey starts writing on a post-it note. "Especial when she's flirting with someone. Reagan seems to lose even more control of her mouth when she's flirting-OW."

Reagan just kicked her friend in the shin.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks, concerned.

"Fine just bumped my knee. Almost done here, Sir," she gestures to the post-it note.

He nods, "I hope you can help me; I did ask your supervisor for the best."

Tracey stops writing and doubtfully looks at Harry, "and he sent you to me?"

"No he actually told me to go to that guy," Harry points to a cubical not far from Tracey's with a well put together man sitting inside. "But, well, you're prettier." The flirty smirk again.

"So your hybrid needs a reboot ever couple of mouths or it gets slow. I can't do it from here, but I did write down exactly what you need to do," she hands him the post-it.

"Thank you very much...I'm sorry. I never asked for your name."

"It's Tracey. Tracey MacTaggert."

"Interesting last name," Harry remarks, obviously trying to keep the conversation going.

"It was my grandmother's. Was there anything else I can help you with, sir?"

"Harry, please. And do you mind if I write something down for you?"

Tracey hands him the post-its and a pen. "Have at her."

Harry quickly scratches something down and passes the post-its back to Tracey.

It reads: I know Reagan is under your desk. I'm flirting with you to make her jealous. Sorry, you really are very nice.

Tracey looks at Harry to see him biting his lip. She smells and nods at him, letting him know it's okay.

"Well, I ah, I hope you'll call me sometime, Tracey."

"I'll think about it, Harry." Tracey's tone is flirty.

He winks at her before walking away.

"He's gone."

"That ass," Reagan mutters as she crawls out from under the desk. "It took me nearly a month to get on first name bases with him."

Tracey quickly hides the post-it. "Mhhh, he was probably just scared of his feelings for you."

But Reagan was too far gone in her ranting to hear.

Tracey steps off the elevator, and then turns confused to Reagan who hasn't left the lift. Tracey puts her hand on the door frame to stop them from closing. "Aren't you coming?"

Reagan is silent for a moment, she stares at the floor. "No," she shakes her head. "I've got to have a talk with someone on the next floor up."

Tracey nods in understanding and removes her hand from the door frame. "Good luck," the brunette says as the door closes. Even though the ride is barely a minute long to Reagan it feels much longer. Her gut drops when the elevator dings. She's stuck between wanting to do anything for the family that lives above her and fearing that she won't be able to do anything for the Josh. Sure she's his friend and he'll often talk to her about his problems, but in the past he's always sought her out. Reagan knows in her heart this problem is different, it's got to be if he feels like he can't even come to her about it. What if I can't help him? What I make it worse? Reagan finds herself at the Reid's door; she doesn't even remember walking here. What do I do if this problem is too big for me, or if he refuses to talk to me? Reagan's fears swell inside of her making her heart drop to her gut.

She's got the powers of a superhero. Superheroes help people no matter the obstacles. Reagan knows her powers are completely useless in this situation, but it's a comfort nonetheless. Reagan gulps and knocks on the door. She doesn't have to wait long. The door is ripped open and Reagan is tackled in a hug by Jane. "Thank you so much, Reagan. He hasn't talked to me at all today." Jane pulls away but keeps her hands on Reagan's arms.

"It's the least I can do, Jane."

"Josh, come here please." Jane yells into her apartment. A moment later Josh comes to stand in the door way, he looks devastated. There is no trace of the loving boy Reagan knows.

Reagan gives Jane a tight lipped smile and a pat on her arm, and then she turns to the boy. "Let's go for a walk, Josh." Josh lifelessly follows her down the hall and into the stairway; Reagan walks down a couple steps and sits. She invites Josh to sit beside her; he does. "Hardly anyone in this building uses the stairs."

Josh doesn't say anything; he doesn't even look at her.

"I won't beat around the bush. I know you know why I'm here."

Nothing.

"Josh, I know this problem isn't normal if it was you would have come to me. But I want to help you; I want to do anything I can for you. And we're friends; you know me and you know I won't judge you."

Nothing.

Reagan sighs, not one to give up, she tries again. "I have fears too. I fear you won't open up to me. I fear I won't be able to help. I fear I'm useless to you. But I have to try, Josh. Because if I don't try; you won't open up to me, and I'm not any help to you, and I am useless. If I don't try than my fears are actualize. And I fail you. And I fail myself."

For the first time Josh looks Reagan in the eye. There is fear in his eyes. Fear for his life, fear of everyone around him. It's an unfamiliar look on the boy's face, but Reagan still recognizes it; although she can't place where she's seen it before.

"I think I'm crazy, Reagan - or I hope I am. It's better than the alternative." Reagan sits patiently, waiting for him to continue. "I hear voices. Not in my head or anything. I hear them from machines." The boy gulps. "Like I'm some kind of...like I'm a...a..."

It's then that Reagan knows where she's seen the fear Josh has.

Herself.

"A mutant," she breathes.

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

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