Disclaimer: Nope, they're still not mine apart from Rosalie and Misha.
Author's note: Thanks to my one reviewer for taking the time out to let me know how chapter 2 was. Any chance of a couple more reviews before the next chapter? Pretty please with sprinkles on??
Training
Adam had insisted Rosalie start training with the others if she was going to help find her sister with them. First up was Shalimar with hand-to- hand combat.
"Remember, no using your powers. We want to make sure you can rely on your own strength and fighting abilities as well as your powers," warned Shal.
She nodded mutely, and took a defensive stance. What she didn't want to tell Shalimar was that she had already had training, but she didn't want to give the feral any unnecessary information. The more she could use against her to catch her off guard, the better.
Shalimar struck the first few blows, which Rosalie deflected. Damn, Shalimar was better than Rosalie had thought. The next volley of blows was also deflected as she struggled to keep up with the feral's powerful strikes. She struck out with some of her own moves, but nothing seemed to unsettle Shalimar. Try as she might, fighting as hard as she knew, Shal was a strong fighter, and Rosalie could feel herself going under, being beaten. The more flustered she got, the more Shal came back at her with different moves. Before she knew it, the familiar surge was shooting through her, and all of a sudden, the feral was thrown against the wall by a blast of fire.
"I thought we'd agreed no powers?" Shal admonished, picking herself up. "But if you want to fight dirty."
Blows rained on her as Shal used her quick instincts and agility without holding back. Anger flowed through her as she summoned energy to her fingertips. She held up both hands as she blasted the figure flying towards her. Shalimar dodged the streaks as she changed tactics and launched a new attack on the girl. Rosalie rolled out of the way, and as desperation kicked in, she spread her arms and created a wall of flames. She stood there, arms apart, fingers outstretched, looking in wonder at the fire separating her from the feral. How had she done that? Shalimar stopped in her tracks and stared at the fire, fear evident in her eyes.
"Fine, OK, you win this time. But that's a dirty trick to pull on a feral," she spat as she turned on her heel. "One of the others can deal with you now," she called as she stalked away.
Rosalie extinguished the flames as she lowered her hands, noticing that they were shaking. Her powers were taking on new facets every day. Maybe she had better stay on here, see what they could do about training her. The problem with Shalimar's training was that it had unsettled her, taken her by surprise how good the feral was, and it had prompted her to use her powers without thinking. If only I could control that urge, I'm know I could learn a lot from her. She stopped. had she just felt admiration towards her? Could she actually make a go at fitting in here and learning to hone her powers? She was beginning to think maybe there WERE people who would understand her, and just maybe, they were here in Sanctuary.
After a long session with Emma, giving information about her background and the facts about Misha's disappearance, and apologising to Shalimar, it was decided that Brennan and Jesse would take her on next. She wasn't too happy at having to meet her fellow elemental. There was something in the way he had looked at her that had made her uneasy around him. She felt her hackles rise as he came into the room. Are you sure I'm not part feral, Adam, she thought, amused at her reaction.
"Adam has found that our mutations are very similar," explained Brennan, "So he thought I should be the one to teach you to control the bursts." He wasn't too happy at having to be the one to do this, but Adam had a point, as he usually did. Well, better make a start."Do you want to have a go at sparring? Jesse will watch and then we can tell you where you're going wrong."
"That was your first mistake, big shot," replied Rosalie. "Let me remind you of the number of times I've kicked your ass. Maybe I could tell you where YOU'RE going wrong."
She could feel the familiar heat rise through her and surge down her arms. Her fingers tingled impatiently. What was it about him that made her want to blast him to kingdom come? Her eyes blazed and cheeks flushed, as she felt invigorated by the thought of beating him once again.
Brennan wasn't feeling too different to the wild girl in front of him. She was making his skin itch, making him impatient to bring the girl down. She wasn't safe as long as she couldn't control her emotions, and soon they were both aiming streaks of energy across the room to each other. It took all his concentration to keep dodging her aim, but if he watched closely, he could actually see her using blasts to keep her airborne. First mistake - watching her technique too closely - and he was soon watching her from flat on his back.
"How do you do that?" he asked.
"It's called being good at it. Want some pointers honey?" she hissed at him, hair flying round her face.
Against Adam's advice, and his better judgement, he leapt up, anger surging through him like a drug. Not a good move as it was compromising his judgement, and she floored him time after time. He was getting increasingly annoyed by the fact that, even without training, she could still beat the crap out of him. First Shalimar, now Rosalie, this was too much. He gathered the electricity into his hands, and fired with his left. She danced around him.
"Too slow!" she cried as he missed yet again. Before she had a chance to move away or realise what he was up to, he immediately fired with his right hand, catching her on her left shoulder. She yelled out as the pain spread down her arm. She glared at him from the floor as he approached her with a grin.
"Like to change your attitude now miss?" he drawled. He should have noticed the rage in her eyes as, quick as a flash, her hands came up, orange light filled his immediate vision, and he was blasted back against the opposite wall yet again. Would he ever learn not to let his guard down? He opened his eyes to see her standing over him with hands outstretched, her emotions having taken control of her, and her fingertips burning as the energy accumulated. On the edge of his vision he saw Jesse darting towards them.
"Rosalie, STOP!" Jesse yelled. Rosalie couldn't hear him through the blaze in her mind. "ROSALIE!" Brennan knew he didn't have time to blast her back in self-defence. The orange light filled his vision, as the energy left her hands.
As the energy was dissipated by the shield created by Jesse's body, she felt the energy drain from her body, and an icy feeling run through her veins. She dropped to the floor, exhausted by the sparring. Brennan stood up, picked up her limp body and looked at her tired face.
"Maybe we should take a break."
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OK, so this chapter has been a little slow, but it was basically to integrate Rosalie into the group. It should get more interesting in the next chapter, but as I said, review, review, review! Otherwise I won't know how I'm doing.
Author's note: Thanks to my one reviewer for taking the time out to let me know how chapter 2 was. Any chance of a couple more reviews before the next chapter? Pretty please with sprinkles on??
Training
Adam had insisted Rosalie start training with the others if she was going to help find her sister with them. First up was Shalimar with hand-to- hand combat.
"Remember, no using your powers. We want to make sure you can rely on your own strength and fighting abilities as well as your powers," warned Shal.
She nodded mutely, and took a defensive stance. What she didn't want to tell Shalimar was that she had already had training, but she didn't want to give the feral any unnecessary information. The more she could use against her to catch her off guard, the better.
Shalimar struck the first few blows, which Rosalie deflected. Damn, Shalimar was better than Rosalie had thought. The next volley of blows was also deflected as she struggled to keep up with the feral's powerful strikes. She struck out with some of her own moves, but nothing seemed to unsettle Shalimar. Try as she might, fighting as hard as she knew, Shal was a strong fighter, and Rosalie could feel herself going under, being beaten. The more flustered she got, the more Shal came back at her with different moves. Before she knew it, the familiar surge was shooting through her, and all of a sudden, the feral was thrown against the wall by a blast of fire.
"I thought we'd agreed no powers?" Shal admonished, picking herself up. "But if you want to fight dirty."
Blows rained on her as Shal used her quick instincts and agility without holding back. Anger flowed through her as she summoned energy to her fingertips. She held up both hands as she blasted the figure flying towards her. Shalimar dodged the streaks as she changed tactics and launched a new attack on the girl. Rosalie rolled out of the way, and as desperation kicked in, she spread her arms and created a wall of flames. She stood there, arms apart, fingers outstretched, looking in wonder at the fire separating her from the feral. How had she done that? Shalimar stopped in her tracks and stared at the fire, fear evident in her eyes.
"Fine, OK, you win this time. But that's a dirty trick to pull on a feral," she spat as she turned on her heel. "One of the others can deal with you now," she called as she stalked away.
Rosalie extinguished the flames as she lowered her hands, noticing that they were shaking. Her powers were taking on new facets every day. Maybe she had better stay on here, see what they could do about training her. The problem with Shalimar's training was that it had unsettled her, taken her by surprise how good the feral was, and it had prompted her to use her powers without thinking. If only I could control that urge, I'm know I could learn a lot from her. She stopped. had she just felt admiration towards her? Could she actually make a go at fitting in here and learning to hone her powers? She was beginning to think maybe there WERE people who would understand her, and just maybe, they were here in Sanctuary.
After a long session with Emma, giving information about her background and the facts about Misha's disappearance, and apologising to Shalimar, it was decided that Brennan and Jesse would take her on next. She wasn't too happy at having to meet her fellow elemental. There was something in the way he had looked at her that had made her uneasy around him. She felt her hackles rise as he came into the room. Are you sure I'm not part feral, Adam, she thought, amused at her reaction.
"Adam has found that our mutations are very similar," explained Brennan, "So he thought I should be the one to teach you to control the bursts." He wasn't too happy at having to be the one to do this, but Adam had a point, as he usually did. Well, better make a start."Do you want to have a go at sparring? Jesse will watch and then we can tell you where you're going wrong."
"That was your first mistake, big shot," replied Rosalie. "Let me remind you of the number of times I've kicked your ass. Maybe I could tell you where YOU'RE going wrong."
She could feel the familiar heat rise through her and surge down her arms. Her fingers tingled impatiently. What was it about him that made her want to blast him to kingdom come? Her eyes blazed and cheeks flushed, as she felt invigorated by the thought of beating him once again.
Brennan wasn't feeling too different to the wild girl in front of him. She was making his skin itch, making him impatient to bring the girl down. She wasn't safe as long as she couldn't control her emotions, and soon they were both aiming streaks of energy across the room to each other. It took all his concentration to keep dodging her aim, but if he watched closely, he could actually see her using blasts to keep her airborne. First mistake - watching her technique too closely - and he was soon watching her from flat on his back.
"How do you do that?" he asked.
"It's called being good at it. Want some pointers honey?" she hissed at him, hair flying round her face.
Against Adam's advice, and his better judgement, he leapt up, anger surging through him like a drug. Not a good move as it was compromising his judgement, and she floored him time after time. He was getting increasingly annoyed by the fact that, even without training, she could still beat the crap out of him. First Shalimar, now Rosalie, this was too much. He gathered the electricity into his hands, and fired with his left. She danced around him.
"Too slow!" she cried as he missed yet again. Before she had a chance to move away or realise what he was up to, he immediately fired with his right hand, catching her on her left shoulder. She yelled out as the pain spread down her arm. She glared at him from the floor as he approached her with a grin.
"Like to change your attitude now miss?" he drawled. He should have noticed the rage in her eyes as, quick as a flash, her hands came up, orange light filled his immediate vision, and he was blasted back against the opposite wall yet again. Would he ever learn not to let his guard down? He opened his eyes to see her standing over him with hands outstretched, her emotions having taken control of her, and her fingertips burning as the energy accumulated. On the edge of his vision he saw Jesse darting towards them.
"Rosalie, STOP!" Jesse yelled. Rosalie couldn't hear him through the blaze in her mind. "ROSALIE!" Brennan knew he didn't have time to blast her back in self-defence. The orange light filled his vision, as the energy left her hands.
As the energy was dissipated by the shield created by Jesse's body, she felt the energy drain from her body, and an icy feeling run through her veins. She dropped to the floor, exhausted by the sparring. Brennan stood up, picked up her limp body and looked at her tired face.
"Maybe we should take a break."
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OK, so this chapter has been a little slow, but it was basically to integrate Rosalie into the group. It should get more interesting in the next chapter, but as I said, review, review, review! Otherwise I won't know how I'm doing.