I have decided to write a story on this account (so Abby can add to it if she wants to) that involves Fred and George Weasely from Harry Potter, Iggy and Gazzy, and many, many, MANY, explosions. I am telling you this because if you are interested, please leave a comment on what you want them to blow up, and I will try to fit it in. Just no people, please. You don't need to have read Harry Potter (I know there are people who haven't) in order to understand the plot of my story. It will be called "Are you SURE this is flammable?" and will being generally strange. Meaning, the results of each explosion will be highly ridiculous. Example? Object: Max's alarm clock. Result: Monkey dung in a variety of colors splattering everything within a mile radius.

Also, I really like co-writing stories, so if you're interested, leave me a message on my main account (Quicquidlibet) with your story idea and a general description of your writing style. I'd love to write with you.

Anyway, we don't own anything, not even the rainbow colored monkey dung.

Chapter Twenty-One: Explanations

Jessica POV

"Have fun on your date!" Matt called as Abby and Iggy went to meet Al and Jenny.

"It's not a date!" they protested, blushing.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that!" I shouted with a grin. The hotel door slammed shut.

"So, what did you guys wanna tell me?" Matt turned his attention to me, Race, and Pyro. The three of us had decided it was time to tell him about my past.

"Well, okay. Let's start," I said uneasily. "You know how we were late meeting you guys here?"

"Yeah," he replied, looking confused.

"That was for two reasons," Pyro stated.

"First, we had to rescue this old lump of mutant," Race said, nudging Pyro. "Second, we had to get this little lady's memories back," she continued, ruffling my hair. Which was kinda irritating. But oh well.

"You got your memories back?" Matt asked me in surprise. I nodded.

Now, since I'm too lazy to tell you who said what, I'll just tell you what we basically went over.

Basically, we talked about my body of ice and Pyro's body of fire. Now that does not mean that I will give you frostbite and Pyro will burn you. Or that you can kill me by melting me (don't even try it. If you do, I'll kill you). It just means that my blood is colder than normal, like Pyro's is warmer. I can also take pure water into my blood stream without it killing off all my blood cells. Yippee. Pyro can walk through flames without burning, by the way. Just a little tidbit I'd thought you'd enjoy. I discovered a few years ago that I can make ice and water materialize and use them as weapons, though I have yet to reacquire this power in my bird form. Pyro... Well, Pyro is a pyromaniac, to be blunt. He can control fire, and he does so gleefully. Seriously, he has Gazzy and Iggy beat in the explosive department. Do not go near him when he smells of sulfur. Just a warning.

After a while we started talking about my force field, which I didn't have before my DNA was mixed with an owl's, so it was new to my old 'siblings'. Basically, all I have to do is push my energy outward and voila! A force field.

I still wonder why it's purple.

The world will never know...

I'm sorry, I keep making short chapters. I'm just really bad at explaining things and such. I'm better at comic relief. And, oddly enough, romance.

Toodles,

~Jessica