I've been forgetting the disclaimer all this time, so: I don't own any of these characters (except for Greta), and I don't own any of the situations (sadly), and I'm only going to say this once ('cause I keep forgetting, hee-hee).
Hey, "The Truth." FYI, this isn't an interactive fic. Greta's *my* character. *I* created her, so I can write about her when I want. And if I want reviews before I write, then I'm damn well gonna ask for 'em.
That was such a quick response! Okay, let me just pick my jaw up off the floor before I write any more...there.
Oh, and I'm sorry I can't make it much longer today, but I have to go to school...I'm not asking for any reviews this time.
:)
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Chapter Seven: Waking up (again)
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Her mind was chaos. Lights, colors, black streaking through the rainbow like a beacon...all this was in Greta's mind.
And it hurt.
And, throughout all there was an overall feeling of confusion. She felt like she was falling towards the colors...how was that possible? Where was she? Wasn't she just in the mall?
She hit the colors, and they collapsed around her in folds like cloth. She continued to fall, wrapped in a bundle, the ends of the colors rippling through the air above her...
Then she hit bottom, and the colors disappeared. She could hear someone crying. Saying something...something about broken promises.
And then she woke up.
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"Her powers are manifesting," the Professor explained.
"What?"
"I'll explain." He steepled his fingers and looked at Evan, who appeared to be a little...tense. "You have been told before that Greta's powers have to do with pressure, am I correct?" Nod. "Well, apparently, Greta can do more than just manipulate pressure to move things away from herself...she seems to have become very sensitive to pressure...air pressure, especially, it seems. All the movement in the mall must have irritated this sensitivity."
"Can I see her?"
"If you wish, but she is asleep. There is really nothing you can do for her, Evan."
"Well, I wanna see her anyway." Spyke had that determined look on his face again. With a sigh, the Professor gestured at the door to the infirmary.
_She looks like an angel when she's asleep. Wait, what am I thinking?!_ Evan paused at the door. _I just met her, she's not even a *friend* yet!_ Evan took one step forward, then thought: _Down, boy._ He walked the rest of the way into the room and sat down by her bed. Tentatively, Evan reached out and held her hand. Just as tentatively, he covered it with his other hand, then looked up at her face. Her brow was creased in pain, and, though she was asleep, she looked about ready to cry.
"You promised..." Evan started. She was asleep, but she was speaking? _Duh, Evan, lots of people talk in their sleep, why not her?_ He leaned forward so he could hear the soft words more clearly.
"...how could you do that? You *promised*..." She blinked once and then looked at him. The first action she made, though, was to pull her hand out from between his.
"Uh," he cleared his throat. Smiling weakly, he spoke again. "You feelin' better?"
"Sorry," she half-whispered. "No one's - no one's held my hand before."
"Oh, um, that's okay." There was a moment of awkward silence.
"Why did I pass out?"
"You're gonna have to ask the Professor about that. I don't think I could really explain it. But...he said somethin' about new powers." She nodded lightly.
The Professor sat outside the room, listening to the hushed and awkward conversation. He smiled slightly, nodded at Ororo, who was standing by, ready to help Greta in a cold second, and wheeled away to his study to think.
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Oh, no, I have to go to school! Argh!
Hope you liked. Review at your leisure.
:P
Hey, "The Truth." FYI, this isn't an interactive fic. Greta's *my* character. *I* created her, so I can write about her when I want. And if I want reviews before I write, then I'm damn well gonna ask for 'em.
That was such a quick response! Okay, let me just pick my jaw up off the floor before I write any more...there.
Oh, and I'm sorry I can't make it much longer today, but I have to go to school...I'm not asking for any reviews this time.
:)
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Chapter Seven: Waking up (again)
***
Her mind was chaos. Lights, colors, black streaking through the rainbow like a beacon...all this was in Greta's mind.
And it hurt.
And, throughout all there was an overall feeling of confusion. She felt like she was falling towards the colors...how was that possible? Where was she? Wasn't she just in the mall?
She hit the colors, and they collapsed around her in folds like cloth. She continued to fall, wrapped in a bundle, the ends of the colors rippling through the air above her...
Then she hit bottom, and the colors disappeared. She could hear someone crying. Saying something...something about broken promises.
And then she woke up.
***
"Her powers are manifesting," the Professor explained.
"What?"
"I'll explain." He steepled his fingers and looked at Evan, who appeared to be a little...tense. "You have been told before that Greta's powers have to do with pressure, am I correct?" Nod. "Well, apparently, Greta can do more than just manipulate pressure to move things away from herself...she seems to have become very sensitive to pressure...air pressure, especially, it seems. All the movement in the mall must have irritated this sensitivity."
"Can I see her?"
"If you wish, but she is asleep. There is really nothing you can do for her, Evan."
"Well, I wanna see her anyway." Spyke had that determined look on his face again. With a sigh, the Professor gestured at the door to the infirmary.
_She looks like an angel when she's asleep. Wait, what am I thinking?!_ Evan paused at the door. _I just met her, she's not even a *friend* yet!_ Evan took one step forward, then thought: _Down, boy._ He walked the rest of the way into the room and sat down by her bed. Tentatively, Evan reached out and held her hand. Just as tentatively, he covered it with his other hand, then looked up at her face. Her brow was creased in pain, and, though she was asleep, she looked about ready to cry.
"You promised..." Evan started. She was asleep, but she was speaking? _Duh, Evan, lots of people talk in their sleep, why not her?_ He leaned forward so he could hear the soft words more clearly.
"...how could you do that? You *promised*..." She blinked once and then looked at him. The first action she made, though, was to pull her hand out from between his.
"Uh," he cleared his throat. Smiling weakly, he spoke again. "You feelin' better?"
"Sorry," she half-whispered. "No one's - no one's held my hand before."
"Oh, um, that's okay." There was a moment of awkward silence.
"Why did I pass out?"
"You're gonna have to ask the Professor about that. I don't think I could really explain it. But...he said somethin' about new powers." She nodded lightly.
The Professor sat outside the room, listening to the hushed and awkward conversation. He smiled slightly, nodded at Ororo, who was standing by, ready to help Greta in a cold second, and wheeled away to his study to think.
***
Oh, no, I have to go to school! Argh!
Hope you liked. Review at your leisure.
:P
