Windows
Summary: A blast from Emma's past causes trouble with the team. Takes place sometime after the episode with Emma's friend Michelle.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters; I just like to play with them.
Author's note: The rating may change to PG due to some mild language. This is my first published fanfic, so be kind! Constructive criticism is welcomed as is any other review, except for flames, they will be ignored.
Prologue
Emma DeLauro stood in her bedroom, her arms wrapped around her slender torso. Her dark head was tipped toward the warmly lit wall and her brilliant blue eyes gazed at it unseeing as if she were listening to some distant conversation.
"Emma?" a voice questioned from the partially open doorway. Emma's eyes slowly regained focus and she turned toward the voice.
"Shalimar, you know what would look good here?" she asked her friend.
Shalimar Fox came a little farther into the room to examine the wall in question. The blonde's dark eyes lit up as she responded, "A leopard print wall hanging."
Emma snorted. "You and your cats! Actually, I was thinking it would be nice to have a window here."
Shalimar grinned. "If you really wanna see Jesse with his shirt off, I'm sure we could get him to model for us," she teased, reminding Emma that her teammate's room was on the other side of that wall. (AN: I've only seen about three episodes so far, so I don't know the layout of Sanctuary, yet.)
Emma's face grew a little warm and she glared at the other woman. "I meant an outside window."
Shalimar laughed. "Architectural issues aside, what would you want with an outside window? Sanctuary is enshrouded in mist and even if you could see out, all that sun would ruin any chance you would have of sleeping in or catching an afternoon catnap."
Emma grinned. "You have a point there. It's just that sometimes I think life would feel more normal if I could just look out on the world like every other person on the face of this planet."
"Ah," Shalimar responded, starting to see the point of the conversation. What New Mutant didn't wish for a little normalcy once in a while? "I think I understand what you mean. Sometimes I wish I could go for a midnight stroll without having to fly to a road first, but most of the time, I enjoy living this unusual life. I think being normal is vastly overrated. I mean, come on, if we were normal, we wouldn't be nearly as good at kicking GSA butt, now would we?"
"You would put it that way!" Emma laughed again. She could rarely stay blue when Shalimar was around. "Was there anything you needed me for?" she asked her friend, suddenly wondering why the feral had shown up at her door.
"Oh, just the usual, Adam's called a meeting to discuss GSA activities followed by a bout of team bonding in the training room."
"All right, I'll be right down." Emma told her friend. Shalimar nodded and left to get the other two members of their team.
For a brief moment, Emma turned back to the wall. She let her long fingers run down it as if tracing a smooth pane of glass. "Just a window…," she sighed before she turned and followed Shalimar to the meeting.