Quick note: Okay, so I've had the majority of this chapter written for a while, but I never submitted it because I don't have anything else written for the next chapter, and I probably won't for a while. That is mainly because Blue Bloods got taken off of Netflix, and so I don't know what episode I want present day to start at. I have a few episode space where I want it to start at, but I couldn't decide in time before the episodes got removed.

Anyway, besides that, I don't personally think my writing is good, but my goal is to get better, and I can't do that without practice. So I hope you enjoy, and pray that I find a way to watch Blue Bloods again.

(And yeah, I noticed the similarities to Stranger Things. I'm a HUGE fan of that show, but for some reason when I wrote the first chapter the connection didn't click for me once. By the time I realized, I enjoyed the idea too much to get rid of it.

Also, thank you for all the love on the first chapter, it was really great to read all of your thoughts.)

It's been two months since Joe almost got hit by the truck, and Jamie was still having trouble processing what he had done. An annoying Reagan trait is that when they have set beliefs, not a lot can shake them, but when they are, it takes a while to accept.

Another annoying trait is that when they want to know something, they won't stop until they've figured it out. A fact that Jamie hated as he reads through the third book on the science of teleportation in as many days. Unfortunately, most of the books had been entirely unhelpful, being entirely unscientific and left him with more questions than answers. In fact, the only answers he had gotten were from self-experimentation. He found that if he didn't teleport for a while, his neck started to gradually hurt the longer he didn't do it (he lasted two agonizing days before he gave in). Once again, the research didn't help at all, giving him explanations from his atoms are pulling themselves apart, and teleporting just pulls them back together, to he only has a chink in his neck that teleporting just happens to fix.

On the bright side, Jamie had become a pro at faking when he was asleep since he only read these books after he "went to bed" and his parents made their final house rounds before they went to bed. One caveat to such a reading plan, however, is that he gets much less sleep than he used to, making it harder to stay awake.

Jamie sighed as he finished the book and placed it under his bed and pulled out the lockable notebook he had bought just to put all his notes in. He yawned as he sat up to grab the key from where he taped it to the back of his nightstand, frowning when he didn't feel it. He leaned over and looked behind the nightstand, quietly groaning when he realized it had fallen to the floor, conveniently out of reach from the bed. As such, he still tried, stretching as far as he could.

Just a little more, Jamie thought as he reached for the key. He turned his head so he could see how far away the key was, which gave him a perfect place to watch as the key disappeared and reappeared in his hand.

All thought skidded to a stop as Jamie stared at the key in his hand. Slowly, he sat up and turned the key over in his hands as he kept looking at where it used to be.

"Well," he whispered, "this is new."

Once again, Jamie found himself trying to logically explain what just happened while simultaneously setting the key out of reach to see if he could do it again.

"Okay," he whispered," I am incredibly tired, so maybe I just imagined it, and if so, I'll just forget it ever happened." Jamie quietly resituated himself on his bed, then paused. "I must be really tired if I'm talking to myself. Still doing it, okay." He shook his head, then turned his focus on to the key.

Slowly releasing his breath, Jamie lifted his hand toward the key and watched as the key. . .

Stayed exactly where it was.

Huh. Jamie thought. That didn't work. Okay. Jamie rolled his shoulders and focused on the key again and imagined it materializing in his hand.

Ugh, still nothing. Alright, one more time, then that's it. Jamie took a moment to slow down, calm his breathing, and really focused. He waited, and really paid attention. Wait. If I have to pull to teleport, then maybe… He mentally reached out for the key, keeping the key in his sights the entire time. He had gotten better at recognizing the pull, so it wasn't difficult to reach for it. He grabbed the key with the pull and felt it move through space to his hand in an instant.

Jamie smiled. Oh yeah, he's definitely not sleeping tonight.

Jamie paces in his living room, mind still spinning over what happened earlier that day.

Eddie knows. Oh crap, she knows.

One of his worst nightmares had just come true, and it is freaking Jamie out. He can't stop playing it over in his head, trying to figure out what else he could have done that wouldn't have ended this way.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jamie stops his pacing and limps over to the door, pulling it open to reveal Eddie with a box of pizza. She freezes for a second but quickly regains her composure, making a wide berth around him as she walks into his apartment.

"We need to talk," Eddie says.

Jamie shuts the door and follows her into the kitchen. "I suppose we do."

Eddie pulls a slice of pizza out of the box. "Want some?" she asks him.

Jamie shakes his head. "No, thanks."

They sit in silence for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to address what happened.

Any questions Jamie had asked about himself flood through his head. What if she doesn't believe me? What if she thinks I'm not human? What if she thinks I'm some evil thing and tries to shoot me? What if-

"How long?" Eddie asks suddenly, jolting Jamie out of his thoughts.

Jamie thinks for a moment. "16. I was 16."

Eddie sucks in a breath. "That' s-that's a long time."

Jamie nods. "Yeah, it is."

"What started it?" "Joe -my brother- almost got run over by a truck, and I pushed him out of the way. I didn't realize that I hadn't just pushed him out of the way until it happened again."

"Again?"

Jamie's mouth twitches in the way of a smile. "It was an interesting day, let's just leave it at that."

Eddie is quiet for a minute. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Jamie sighs. "If it helps, I haven't told anyone."

Eddie stares at him. "Not even your family?" Jamie shakes his head. "That must have been lonely."

"Sometimes." Jamie stands up and limps over to his fridge, pulling out a beer.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Jamie dryly chuckles. "To be fair, saying 'Hey, just so you all know, I can get from here to Italy in the time it takes you to blink' isn't exactly a conversation that seems appropriate for Sunday dinner."

Eddie cracks a tiny smile at the joke but quickly loses it. "But I'm your partner, Jamie. We trust each other with our lives. Are you honestly telling me that it means nothing?"

"It means everything, Eddie. It's just that this... is something so much bigger."

"Bigger than your life?!"

"Eddie, can you honestly say that if people found out about this, they would let my family just live their lives in peace?!"

"Well, no, but-"

"Exactly!" Jamie all but shouts. "My family means everything to me, Eddie! Everything! There is nothing I wouldn't do to protect them! Including not telling anyone about this." He is silent for a moment. "Please tell me you understand that."

Eddie slowly nods.

"Then promise me," Jamie says.

"Promise what?"

"That you won't tell anyone about this, any of this."

Eddie nods again.

"Eddie, this is serious, I need you to promise on you, me, and my family because that is what is at stake if this gets out. I need your word."

"I promise."

Jamie studies her face for a minute, and then slowly nods. "Okay. Thank you. I mean it."

"You're welcome," Eddie replies. "So," She grabs another slice of pizza, and stares at Jamie, grinning while she eats it. "How does it work?"

Jamie internally laughs at Eddie's ability to switch topics so easily. "I, uh, kind of just think about where I want to go, pull, and then I'm there."

"Pull? Pull what?"

"I honestly don't know," Jamie admits. "It's just the best way I can describe it."

"Huh. Okay. What else can you do?" Jamie is silent for a moment, and Eddie grabs another slice of pizza while she waits for him to speak. She goes to take a bite but freezes when it disappears from her hand. "What the-" Eddie looks around for a moment before she spots her piece in Jamie's hand. "Dude."

Jamie laughs and takes a bite of the pizza. "You know you shouldn't eat so much pizza, it's bad for your health."

"Dude."

Oh, come on, it's the first time he can actually be honest with someone about this. Sue him for showing off a little.

"That," Eddie points to the pizza, "is awesome." She pulls out another piece of pizza, smiling as she ate.

Jamie chuckles. "You're weird, you know that, right?"

"Says the guy who just admitted he can teleport."

"... Touche."

As they talked and joked well into the night, Jamie couldn't help but accept that he had made the right choice.