Author's note: Hey all, just to let you all know, this is going to be the ONLY chapter that
doesn't have Max & Logan in it, just so no one gets panicky… I hope this doesn't lose
any readers, I just wanted to let you all get to know Jason and Mitad… (And set up some
information for later… *evil grin*)
Chapter 4: Awakening
"I dunno about you," said Jason, "But I like them."
Mitad languorously moved the stagnant water around her with a lazy hand, "After
spending so much time together, I don't think it's possible for us to disagree…"
"You believe all that crap about merging fields and sharing minds?"
Mitad scoffed, "Hey, what do you sound so smug about? So do you!"
"Yeah, well…" He lifted a handful of bubbles and inspected them in the light, "I
try not to make a habit out of it."
They shared a smile, in between them, a flicker of thought passed, and Jason
laughed at the image Mitad had shown him, "You're evil!" He exclaimed.
Mitad's response was to shrug, her water glossed shoulders highlighted in the
white bathroom light, "So?" They paused a moment, "We picked them well. They
believe us."
"Thanks to whatever God we can blame." Jason muttered. After a last moment of
speculation, he blew through the bubbles, aiming a spray at Mitad, who deftly avoided it,
{Why are we speaking out loud, anyway? They might hear us.}
{And?} Mitad responded, "What do we have to hide? Besides, I'd sense it if they
were eavesdropping… And they're waaaaay too honest for that."
{Good point…} Jason reached for the soap, "But… still…"
"I know… it feels so strange not to be running… Not to be hiding…"
"You know, compared to those two, we're almost normal?"
She laughed, "Almost… Hey, do you think they know?"
"That they're--?"
"Yeah."
"I think they do… On a subliminal level…"
"Huh. They'll figure it out eventually."
"I don't think it's a matter of figuring it out, if it was, they'd have admitted it
already. It's a matter of it being the right time. Look at the life they lead! You can't just
expect them to—"
"—Up and admit it. I know. But it's such a comfort… I wish they would…"
"No. It's a comfort to us. We are utterly conscious of each other and we're used
to it. They aren't."
One of them sighed, "Still. They're both good people… And they could be such
wonderful influences on each other…"
The other shrugged, "They already are. They just—"
"—Aren't like us."
"Right."
"Right."
"But they will be, right?"
"Of course."
"Eventually…"
Jason stood slowly, {It's a weird thing, being clean…}
Mitad smirked, still seated, running her fingers through the water, luxuriating in
the feel of it enveloping her hands, "Don't get to used to it."
"I know… I know…" Jason reached up to snag one of the towels, but he tugged
to hard, and it flipped off the bar, over his head. "Who turned out the lights?" He asked,
yanking the towel off him.
Mitad collapsed in laughter, the twinkling sound echoing off the walls, "Please,
tell me that you meant to do that!"
Now fully surrounded by the terrycloth towel, Jason blushed, "Uh… Oops?" and
he wrapped himself up in the towel, which was about the length of a ballgown on his tiny
body.
"That," pointed out Mitad, "Looks ridiculous."
"Hey… I can't help being only three feet and change!" He began to rub himself
off, "You should probably get out, they'll get worried if we're in here too long."
"Huh. I know, but they should have a few more minutes alone togeth—"
"You can't force them, Mitad."
She pouted charmingly, "I know." She lifted herself out of the tub, "But you are
cynic."
"Hey, it's a dirty job, but someone—"
"Spare me the clichés." She yanked the next towel off the bar, stepping carefully
out of the way to let if fall neatly to the floor before she picked it up.
He smiled, "Jerk."
"Right back atcha." She grinned, displaying all of her perfect, white teeth.
Jason began pulling a T-shirt on over his head. True to Logan's word, the T-shirt
was massive. It grazed Jason's toes.
"You look like a pint-sized Roman senator." Mitad informed him, standing, stark
naked, her head tilted to one side, watching him.
"And you—look NAKED." Jason smiled pleasantly. That didn't bother Mitad,
neither she nor Jason had the ability to think of each other in any kind of a sexual manner
yet, they were far too young. But, with their intimate knowledge of the human mind,
they knew how others thought, and unconsciously approximated the behavior.
Mitad, still unclothed, gave a deep curtsey, "I'm happy you're so observant."
Rising from her curtsey, she was suddenly attacked by a T-shirt, which wrapped itself
around her head.
"Put some clothes on."
Mitad sputtered, {You know, I have half a mind to hurt you…}
"Go'wan. I'd like to see you try." Jason smirked, but the light in his unharmed
eye was kind, "Think about how Logan would feel about all those bloodstains!"
"Eh… He likes you better then me, I can tell…" Mitad didn't mention that it was
probably because Jason had a long-time-coming mental breakdown in front of him. It
didn't seem prudent.
"Hey, the super-babe has a thing for you, so don't go being all jealous about
favoritism… Besides, if you want to get REAL psychological, we're the same person
anyway, so it doesn't exactly matter, now, does it?"
Mitad pouted, "Yeah, yeah… But that wouldn't give me anything to complain
about." She struggled into the T-shirt, which was bright blue and hung to her ankles,
"What's a guy with millions of dollars in the bank doing with a bunch of over-sized T-
shirts?"
"It's best not to delve into these matters." Jason informed her, mock-serious,
"Ready to make your entrance?" The mass of scar tissue on his face was practically
glowing in the harsh lighting.
"Of course."
Jason extended a hand to his companion, which she accepted gratefully, and they
both slipped out of the humid air into the hallway.
doesn't have Max & Logan in it, just so no one gets panicky… I hope this doesn't lose
any readers, I just wanted to let you all get to know Jason and Mitad… (And set up some
information for later… *evil grin*)
Chapter 4: Awakening
"I dunno about you," said Jason, "But I like them."
Mitad languorously moved the stagnant water around her with a lazy hand, "After
spending so much time together, I don't think it's possible for us to disagree…"
"You believe all that crap about merging fields and sharing minds?"
Mitad scoffed, "Hey, what do you sound so smug about? So do you!"
"Yeah, well…" He lifted a handful of bubbles and inspected them in the light, "I
try not to make a habit out of it."
They shared a smile, in between them, a flicker of thought passed, and Jason
laughed at the image Mitad had shown him, "You're evil!" He exclaimed.
Mitad's response was to shrug, her water glossed shoulders highlighted in the
white bathroom light, "So?" They paused a moment, "We picked them well. They
believe us."
"Thanks to whatever God we can blame." Jason muttered. After a last moment of
speculation, he blew through the bubbles, aiming a spray at Mitad, who deftly avoided it,
{Why are we speaking out loud, anyway? They might hear us.}
{And?} Mitad responded, "What do we have to hide? Besides, I'd sense it if they
were eavesdropping… And they're waaaaay too honest for that."
{Good point…} Jason reached for the soap, "But… still…"
"I know… it feels so strange not to be running… Not to be hiding…"
"You know, compared to those two, we're almost normal?"
She laughed, "Almost… Hey, do you think they know?"
"That they're--?"
"Yeah."
"I think they do… On a subliminal level…"
"Huh. They'll figure it out eventually."
"I don't think it's a matter of figuring it out, if it was, they'd have admitted it
already. It's a matter of it being the right time. Look at the life they lead! You can't just
expect them to—"
"—Up and admit it. I know. But it's such a comfort… I wish they would…"
"No. It's a comfort to us. We are utterly conscious of each other and we're used
to it. They aren't."
One of them sighed, "Still. They're both good people… And they could be such
wonderful influences on each other…"
The other shrugged, "They already are. They just—"
"—Aren't like us."
"Right."
"Right."
"But they will be, right?"
"Of course."
"Eventually…"
Jason stood slowly, {It's a weird thing, being clean…}
Mitad smirked, still seated, running her fingers through the water, luxuriating in
the feel of it enveloping her hands, "Don't get to used to it."
"I know… I know…" Jason reached up to snag one of the towels, but he tugged
to hard, and it flipped off the bar, over his head. "Who turned out the lights?" He asked,
yanking the towel off him.
Mitad collapsed in laughter, the twinkling sound echoing off the walls, "Please,
tell me that you meant to do that!"
Now fully surrounded by the terrycloth towel, Jason blushed, "Uh… Oops?" and
he wrapped himself up in the towel, which was about the length of a ballgown on his tiny
body.
"That," pointed out Mitad, "Looks ridiculous."
"Hey… I can't help being only three feet and change!" He began to rub himself
off, "You should probably get out, they'll get worried if we're in here too long."
"Huh. I know, but they should have a few more minutes alone togeth—"
"You can't force them, Mitad."
She pouted charmingly, "I know." She lifted herself out of the tub, "But you are
cynic."
"Hey, it's a dirty job, but someone—"
"Spare me the clichés." She yanked the next towel off the bar, stepping carefully
out of the way to let if fall neatly to the floor before she picked it up.
He smiled, "Jerk."
"Right back atcha." She grinned, displaying all of her perfect, white teeth.
Jason began pulling a T-shirt on over his head. True to Logan's word, the T-shirt
was massive. It grazed Jason's toes.
"You look like a pint-sized Roman senator." Mitad informed him, standing, stark
naked, her head tilted to one side, watching him.
"And you—look NAKED." Jason smiled pleasantly. That didn't bother Mitad,
neither she nor Jason had the ability to think of each other in any kind of a sexual manner
yet, they were far too young. But, with their intimate knowledge of the human mind,
they knew how others thought, and unconsciously approximated the behavior.
Mitad, still unclothed, gave a deep curtsey, "I'm happy you're so observant."
Rising from her curtsey, she was suddenly attacked by a T-shirt, which wrapped itself
around her head.
"Put some clothes on."
Mitad sputtered, {You know, I have half a mind to hurt you…}
"Go'wan. I'd like to see you try." Jason smirked, but the light in his unharmed
eye was kind, "Think about how Logan would feel about all those bloodstains!"
"Eh… He likes you better then me, I can tell…" Mitad didn't mention that it was
probably because Jason had a long-time-coming mental breakdown in front of him. It
didn't seem prudent.
"Hey, the super-babe has a thing for you, so don't go being all jealous about
favoritism… Besides, if you want to get REAL psychological, we're the same person
anyway, so it doesn't exactly matter, now, does it?"
Mitad pouted, "Yeah, yeah… But that wouldn't give me anything to complain
about." She struggled into the T-shirt, which was bright blue and hung to her ankles,
"What's a guy with millions of dollars in the bank doing with a bunch of over-sized T-
shirts?"
"It's best not to delve into these matters." Jason informed her, mock-serious,
"Ready to make your entrance?" The mass of scar tissue on his face was practically
glowing in the harsh lighting.
"Of course."
Jason extended a hand to his companion, which she accepted gratefully, and they
both slipped out of the humid air into the hallway.
