A/N: Uh, Fireblade K'Chona? Patience is a virtue. I'm writing as fast as I
can, so you'll soon know WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED. Just, pipe down a bit
with the reviews, they're freaking me out!
Thanks to everyone. I hope you are enjoying this, as much as I like writing it. I know it isn't the best story ever, (cough! Far from,) but it's also my first. Thanks for the reviews so far.
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Huh?!
I sat up, very slowly, and all of a sudden, an extreme pain shot through the front of my head, just behind my eyes. My ears were still ringing from the screaming, and my throat was hoarse, as if I had been screaming also. I realised that there were hands touching me. I blinked my eyes open.
I saw those same eyes that had tortured the Egyptian four, except that these ones were light as ice. They were staring right into mine with concern.
I turned my head slightly, and there was Jesse, holding me up. I was still in that classroom. I was lying on the floor, supported upwards by Jesse, and Paul was leaning over me. This was incredibly weird, as these two, on their second last encounter, had attempted to, more or less, kill each other. But here they were, working together to get me awake. Is my life finally starting to look upwards?
Not a hope.
'Get your hands off of her, Slater,' snarled Jesse, tugging me towards him more. Ow, kind of knocked my head a bit.
'Well, just pointing out that it will look a little strange if someone sees Suze leaning on thin air,' said Paul coldly, jerking me to a standing position.
'What happened, Querida?' asked Jesse, pulling me back to him. I went all mushy with warm fuzzies. Did you guys hear that? Jesse called me Querida! Why did I feel like I was drunk?
'What's wrong, Suze?' asked Paul.
'Hangover,' I slurred, and he laughed, making Jesse tense. He let go of me guardedly. 'Uh, guys? I'd really appreciate it if I could, you know, lie down? My head is kind of killing me.'
'Of course, they said in unison, and both tried to pick me up, resulting in them kind of bashing into each other when I stepped back. It was pretty funny, so I started giggling. Really hysterically.
Hey, I'd just had a premonition, okay?!
I told them so. They both scrambled up, and carefully set me in a chair, one guy on either side. It was really weird, the three of us hear. Here was me, head over heels for Jesse, and there was Paul, head over heels for me. And Jesse was just here out of obligation, most likely.
Damn.
'What was it about?' asked Jesse. I told him a very edited version, not wanting to let Paul know about the four ghosts, or Ramsis, but I said it was in Ancient Egypt.
'Well, that wasn't a premonition, then,' said Paul matter-of-factly.
'It wasn't?'
'No. Premonitions allow you to see the future. That was seeing the past, unless you managed to drag back an entire empire into the present,' he drawled, an elegant eyebrow arched up.
Jesse's eyes narrowed.
'Well, why am I so dizzy?' I asked Paul.
'It happens when you See,' he said. 'See?'
'Yes. Some shifters can do it, but not all. If you are thinking about something hard enough, you will be able to replay the scene of reality before your mind's eye, regardless of time, place, or person. It has something to do with the astral-'
'I think we've heard enough,' interrupted Jesse, hauling me to my feet. I stumbled into his arms, and he wrapped a protective arm around my cold shoulders.
'Just to think, you could have learnt that all at your shifter lessons,' said Paul with a Machiavellian smile.
My blood went cold, and Jesse's embrace froze. He grabbed my shoulders with his strong hands, drew me away from him, and locked me with a hard gaze.
'Shifter lessons?' he repeated. 'You're taking . . . shifter lessons? With Slater?' His eyes looked so outraged! Oh, God, how was I going to explain this one. I knew what was coming. I'd have to say, "but I did it to save you," and he'd be all, "I'm nothing to save. I'm a ghost, whereas you are, last time I checked, quite alive!"
I'm so dead.
'Jesse, it's not-'
'Susannah, we're going home. I think you have a lot of explaining to do?' he said coldly.
Damn me! Why do I always end up in the shit? And in the shit with Jesse? I mean, I know lovers are supposed to fight, but I wasn't even sure if he loved me yet, so we weren't classed as lovers yet, and he had no right to order me around!
'I'm staying at school,' I said. 'I need to talk to Father Dominic.' I don't usually call Father D that, but I wanted to sound as official as possible.
'I'm coming too, then-'
'You most certainly are not, Jesse!' I shrilled, and pushed him away from me. 'I don't need to be protected 24/7. At all, even. I can take care of myself, and besides, what's there to be protected from?'
His eyes wandered to Paul, who grinned knowingly.
'Relax, De Silva. Your precious "querida" ' he made finger quotations, 'is safe with me.'
Jesse so did not trust Paul. Neither did I, but I gave Jesse this huge hug and all, and whispered so quietly into his ear, 'if I need you, I'll call, okay?'
Again, he pulled me away, and stared at me, as if trying to figure me out.
'All right,' he answered, 'But I swear to God, if he-'
'Yes,' I snapped.
Paul lead me out of the classroom, adding to Jesse's (and my own) discomfort when he slid his arm around my waist.
~*~
'Get your arm off,' I said coldly, and Paul chuckled, retreating.
'Yes, my pharaoh,' he teased, and walked away. My head was still throbbing, and seeing Paul and Jesse fight did not have the same affect as an Aspirin would have.
'Hey, Father D,' I said, slipping into the old guy's office.
Whoa!
'Father Dom!' I said, bewildered 'Are you crying?!'
And smoking. He was inhaling long and hard on a cigar. Yes, not a pissy cigarette, but a CIGAR! Oh my God!
'Father DOM!' I said, and snatched it away, 'What the hell is up with you?'
He looked at me with sad forget-me-not blues, and sighed.
'Oh, it doesn't mean anything to you,' he said sadly. Great. So the old guy has got a problem. I have way too many problems right now, and I didn't need another one. I usually wouldn't leave him like this, but I decided to rush straight into my dilemmas first.
~*~
'. . . and Father D, I was a PHARAOH!' I finished. 'And this Ramsis guy is supposedly still alive. How is that possible?'
He ran a slightly wrinkled hand through his snowy white hair tiredly. Poor guy. I feel for him, I really do, I just didn't want to hear about someone else's problem right now, as then it would most likely become MY problem.
'It is feasible,' he answered dully. 'Immortality isn't actually authentic, but I don't think that this is that. It's more likely an Egyptian curse that this man cannot escape from until. . . what did you say would kill him?'
'Uh, I forget. I think until the true shifter for the Egyptian four-' (I'd affectionately named them that,) '- comes, mediates them properly, and kills him. That's what I figured, anyway.'
He closed his eyes. I noticed that his hand was skimming, not on his CIGAR packet, but around the edges of a sheet of yellowing paper, making the edges curl. Don't you hate it when you fiddle with paper absent-mindedly, and you end up, I dunno, tearing little holes randomly all over the page? It annoys me when I've got a great bit of homework, and then I get distracted, and five minutes later when I look at it, it's in shreds! But . . . Father D kept reading this, so I don't think that he was fidgeting absent-mindedly.
I tried to discretely read the page, but he noticed my wandering eyes, and stuffed it into his desk. I suddenly remembered that he's done this the last time I'd seen him.
To the same piece of paper!
Oh, God.
'Father D, what was that?' I demanded, pointing at the draw where the page now lay.
'Huh? Oh, just an enrollment form.'
'Must be old, it's yellowed,' I commented, and his eyes shrank.
He decided to change the subject, and seeing as how he was so against talking about it, I chose not to push anything.
'Susannah, what are you going to do about this?' asked the Mission Principal.
'Well, I dunno. Is there a picture of him, so I can exorcise him?' I asked.
'I highly doubt that.'
'Okay then . . . maybe I can just like, go to the zoo, and see if there's any bad ass animals there, and try to, I dunno, force him to show himself?' I suggested.
He snorted. Yes, snorted.
'That is like looking for a needle in a haystack,' he said, staring at me like I was crazy. He could talk, couldn't he!
'Well, what do you suggest then?' I snapped. I mean, really.
'I . . . I don't know.' Then, his vague look became sharper, as if he had thought of something. Oh, no, not thought of something, remembered something. 'You hit Kelly Prescott today, Susannah,' he scowled. I bit my lower lip. Damn.
'Well, I was provoked,' I said simply.
He groaned. 'You know violence is not the answer, Susannah. Especially not for the living. I understand that your, ah, physical methods can be somewhat handy in mediation, but to attack Miss Prescott-'
'God,' I rolled my eyes. 'She's got you groveling over her now too, aye?' I stood up. 'Okay, it was lovely chatting, Father D. I really have to go. Jesse wants to yell at me. See ya.'
'Susannah, do not try anything dangerous,' he warned loudly. 'If you think of I plan, consult me FIRST. Do you understand?' he asked, and glared at me expectantly.
'Yes,' I sighed.
More like, "yeah, sure, whatever. No."
Thanks to everyone. I hope you are enjoying this, as much as I like writing it. I know it isn't the best story ever, (cough! Far from,) but it's also my first. Thanks for the reviews so far.
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Huh?!
I sat up, very slowly, and all of a sudden, an extreme pain shot through the front of my head, just behind my eyes. My ears were still ringing from the screaming, and my throat was hoarse, as if I had been screaming also. I realised that there were hands touching me. I blinked my eyes open.
I saw those same eyes that had tortured the Egyptian four, except that these ones were light as ice. They were staring right into mine with concern.
I turned my head slightly, and there was Jesse, holding me up. I was still in that classroom. I was lying on the floor, supported upwards by Jesse, and Paul was leaning over me. This was incredibly weird, as these two, on their second last encounter, had attempted to, more or less, kill each other. But here they were, working together to get me awake. Is my life finally starting to look upwards?
Not a hope.
'Get your hands off of her, Slater,' snarled Jesse, tugging me towards him more. Ow, kind of knocked my head a bit.
'Well, just pointing out that it will look a little strange if someone sees Suze leaning on thin air,' said Paul coldly, jerking me to a standing position.
'What happened, Querida?' asked Jesse, pulling me back to him. I went all mushy with warm fuzzies. Did you guys hear that? Jesse called me Querida! Why did I feel like I was drunk?
'What's wrong, Suze?' asked Paul.
'Hangover,' I slurred, and he laughed, making Jesse tense. He let go of me guardedly. 'Uh, guys? I'd really appreciate it if I could, you know, lie down? My head is kind of killing me.'
'Of course, they said in unison, and both tried to pick me up, resulting in them kind of bashing into each other when I stepped back. It was pretty funny, so I started giggling. Really hysterically.
Hey, I'd just had a premonition, okay?!
I told them so. They both scrambled up, and carefully set me in a chair, one guy on either side. It was really weird, the three of us hear. Here was me, head over heels for Jesse, and there was Paul, head over heels for me. And Jesse was just here out of obligation, most likely.
Damn.
'What was it about?' asked Jesse. I told him a very edited version, not wanting to let Paul know about the four ghosts, or Ramsis, but I said it was in Ancient Egypt.
'Well, that wasn't a premonition, then,' said Paul matter-of-factly.
'It wasn't?'
'No. Premonitions allow you to see the future. That was seeing the past, unless you managed to drag back an entire empire into the present,' he drawled, an elegant eyebrow arched up.
Jesse's eyes narrowed.
'Well, why am I so dizzy?' I asked Paul.
'It happens when you See,' he said. 'See?'
'Yes. Some shifters can do it, but not all. If you are thinking about something hard enough, you will be able to replay the scene of reality before your mind's eye, regardless of time, place, or person. It has something to do with the astral-'
'I think we've heard enough,' interrupted Jesse, hauling me to my feet. I stumbled into his arms, and he wrapped a protective arm around my cold shoulders.
'Just to think, you could have learnt that all at your shifter lessons,' said Paul with a Machiavellian smile.
My blood went cold, and Jesse's embrace froze. He grabbed my shoulders with his strong hands, drew me away from him, and locked me with a hard gaze.
'Shifter lessons?' he repeated. 'You're taking . . . shifter lessons? With Slater?' His eyes looked so outraged! Oh, God, how was I going to explain this one. I knew what was coming. I'd have to say, "but I did it to save you," and he'd be all, "I'm nothing to save. I'm a ghost, whereas you are, last time I checked, quite alive!"
I'm so dead.
'Jesse, it's not-'
'Susannah, we're going home. I think you have a lot of explaining to do?' he said coldly.
Damn me! Why do I always end up in the shit? And in the shit with Jesse? I mean, I know lovers are supposed to fight, but I wasn't even sure if he loved me yet, so we weren't classed as lovers yet, and he had no right to order me around!
'I'm staying at school,' I said. 'I need to talk to Father Dominic.' I don't usually call Father D that, but I wanted to sound as official as possible.
'I'm coming too, then-'
'You most certainly are not, Jesse!' I shrilled, and pushed him away from me. 'I don't need to be protected 24/7. At all, even. I can take care of myself, and besides, what's there to be protected from?'
His eyes wandered to Paul, who grinned knowingly.
'Relax, De Silva. Your precious "querida" ' he made finger quotations, 'is safe with me.'
Jesse so did not trust Paul. Neither did I, but I gave Jesse this huge hug and all, and whispered so quietly into his ear, 'if I need you, I'll call, okay?'
Again, he pulled me away, and stared at me, as if trying to figure me out.
'All right,' he answered, 'But I swear to God, if he-'
'Yes,' I snapped.
Paul lead me out of the classroom, adding to Jesse's (and my own) discomfort when he slid his arm around my waist.
~*~
'Get your arm off,' I said coldly, and Paul chuckled, retreating.
'Yes, my pharaoh,' he teased, and walked away. My head was still throbbing, and seeing Paul and Jesse fight did not have the same affect as an Aspirin would have.
'Hey, Father D,' I said, slipping into the old guy's office.
Whoa!
'Father Dom!' I said, bewildered 'Are you crying?!'
And smoking. He was inhaling long and hard on a cigar. Yes, not a pissy cigarette, but a CIGAR! Oh my God!
'Father DOM!' I said, and snatched it away, 'What the hell is up with you?'
He looked at me with sad forget-me-not blues, and sighed.
'Oh, it doesn't mean anything to you,' he said sadly. Great. So the old guy has got a problem. I have way too many problems right now, and I didn't need another one. I usually wouldn't leave him like this, but I decided to rush straight into my dilemmas first.
~*~
'. . . and Father D, I was a PHARAOH!' I finished. 'And this Ramsis guy is supposedly still alive. How is that possible?'
He ran a slightly wrinkled hand through his snowy white hair tiredly. Poor guy. I feel for him, I really do, I just didn't want to hear about someone else's problem right now, as then it would most likely become MY problem.
'It is feasible,' he answered dully. 'Immortality isn't actually authentic, but I don't think that this is that. It's more likely an Egyptian curse that this man cannot escape from until. . . what did you say would kill him?'
'Uh, I forget. I think until the true shifter for the Egyptian four-' (I'd affectionately named them that,) '- comes, mediates them properly, and kills him. That's what I figured, anyway.'
He closed his eyes. I noticed that his hand was skimming, not on his CIGAR packet, but around the edges of a sheet of yellowing paper, making the edges curl. Don't you hate it when you fiddle with paper absent-mindedly, and you end up, I dunno, tearing little holes randomly all over the page? It annoys me when I've got a great bit of homework, and then I get distracted, and five minutes later when I look at it, it's in shreds! But . . . Father D kept reading this, so I don't think that he was fidgeting absent-mindedly.
I tried to discretely read the page, but he noticed my wandering eyes, and stuffed it into his desk. I suddenly remembered that he's done this the last time I'd seen him.
To the same piece of paper!
Oh, God.
'Father D, what was that?' I demanded, pointing at the draw where the page now lay.
'Huh? Oh, just an enrollment form.'
'Must be old, it's yellowed,' I commented, and his eyes shrank.
He decided to change the subject, and seeing as how he was so against talking about it, I chose not to push anything.
'Susannah, what are you going to do about this?' asked the Mission Principal.
'Well, I dunno. Is there a picture of him, so I can exorcise him?' I asked.
'I highly doubt that.'
'Okay then . . . maybe I can just like, go to the zoo, and see if there's any bad ass animals there, and try to, I dunno, force him to show himself?' I suggested.
He snorted. Yes, snorted.
'That is like looking for a needle in a haystack,' he said, staring at me like I was crazy. He could talk, couldn't he!
'Well, what do you suggest then?' I snapped. I mean, really.
'I . . . I don't know.' Then, his vague look became sharper, as if he had thought of something. Oh, no, not thought of something, remembered something. 'You hit Kelly Prescott today, Susannah,' he scowled. I bit my lower lip. Damn.
'Well, I was provoked,' I said simply.
He groaned. 'You know violence is not the answer, Susannah. Especially not for the living. I understand that your, ah, physical methods can be somewhat handy in mediation, but to attack Miss Prescott-'
'God,' I rolled my eyes. 'She's got you groveling over her now too, aye?' I stood up. 'Okay, it was lovely chatting, Father D. I really have to go. Jesse wants to yell at me. See ya.'
'Susannah, do not try anything dangerous,' he warned loudly. 'If you think of I plan, consult me FIRST. Do you understand?' he asked, and glared at me expectantly.
'Yes,' I sighed.
More like, "yeah, sure, whatever. No."