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Author's Note: Thanks for the great reviews. By the way, *.* represents people's thoughts.
Chapter 4: Out of control.
Brennan carried her to her room and laid her on the bed. Without a word, he pulled the blanket over her icy body and closed the door behind him as he left. She didn't know what to do about this situation. She was obviously dangerous to be around. If it hadn't been for Jesse, Brennan would have been dead. *I'm not strong enough to control the force of the energy*, she thought. *These people have taken me in, and I'm going to end up killing them. I can't carry on like this. I get on fine with Shal now that I've apologised, I'm wary of Jesse, but he's harmless, and no one can dislike Emma. It's Brennan. He makes my skin crawl, I can't stand being around him, and that comes out when I fight him. I'm going to end up killing him unless I leave.*
She could admit that she wasn't comfortable around Bren, but she wasn't willing to be the cause of his demise. After all, the rest of the team was fond of him and she didn't want to hurt them. There was only one conclusion that she could come to. she had to leave. *Yes,* she thought determinedly, *that's the only choice I've got.*
Brennan and Jesse walked into the lab where Adam was working at the computer.
"She's a live wire, and completely out of control, Adam," said Jesse. Adam looked up from his work.
"What happened?" he asked worriedly.
"She nearly hit Bren with a lethal dose of energy."
"She's too fast for any of us," explained Brennan. "She had me on the floor before either of us could stop her. But I don't think that's the greatest of our worries. She's got problems. I don't know what it is, but her anger gets the better of her and she can't stop herself."
"I know. She's had a difficult time of it," explained Adam. "It's up to us to help her control it."
"I've tried," argued Brennan. "I'm telling you, she's out of control, Adam. Isn't there anything you can do to her to calm her down?"
"The same thing happened when Shalimar faced her, but from what I hear, she sorely regretted it. With Emma too, they seem to be getting along fine."
"I've never had a problem with her," added Jesse.
"Maybe it's me then," mused Brennan. "She gets under my skin too, annoys the hell out of me."
"You're just both going to have to make an effort to get along. I can't have you two killing each other whenever you train together." Adam paused; "I may be able to give you two an opportunity for reconciliation. I've found a last registered address for her sister, Misha. You can go along and tell her the good news. I only hope we're not celebrating prematurely about this."
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Brennan strode through the corridors, deep in thought. Why did he feel to strongly about Rosalie? Every time he saw her, he felt a surge through his body, as if he wanted to blast something to smithereens. He couldn't understand this. Maybe this was the way she felt too. Maybe she was partly telempahic as well.
As he rounded the corner to her room, he heard a muffled noise coming from behind her door. He opened the door carefully, pushed it open, and came face to face with a mass of reddish-brown hair surrounding a face and two large dark pools of worry, a backpack slung on her shoulder.
"Rosalie, where are you going?" he asked her. She froze, startled.
"What are you doing here?"
Brennan felt the familiar tingling surge. "I asked first," he replied.
"I can't stay, so don't try to stop me."
"Come on, don't be rash. You know we can help you."
"Oh, yeah? And is that why I nearly killed you this morning? A great help YOU were."
"We're just starting, I know Adam and Emma have ways to help control your emotional reaction."
"What do you know about my emotional reaction?" she spat viciously, hatred in her eyes. "You guys know nothing about me, you can't help someone like me. No one can. Now get out of my way."
She said, standing her ground. Her eyes were speaking volumes about what she was thinking.*You wanna play chicken with me? Lets see who gets out of the way first!* The backpack slid off her shoulder and her fingers stretched. Brennan could hear the crackling of pent up energy.
Brennan tried a different tactic. "Adam's found something on your sister." The energy dissipated as fast as it had been gathered, the blaze in her eyes died and her shoulders dropped.
"Misha? Where is she?"
"He's found a possible address for her. We could be onto something. You might as well stay, we could be of some use to you after all," he said sarcastically. He paused and looked closely at her. She seemed drained of energy, as if someone had cut her strings and for the first time, she looked truly vulnerable to him.
"What are we waiting for?" she said quickly, and turned to go past him out of the door. He held out a hand to catch her arm.
"Will you stay?" he asked gently. They both looked down at his hand. He could feel a cracking, tingling feeling at the point where his skin touched hers. He knew she could feel it too. He pulled his hand away. "Please?"
She stared into his eyes. "Maybe a little longer."
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The team trooped into the lab, tired from their latest confrontation.
"No sign of Misha, Adam," reported Jesse. "But we ran into a delightful group of GSA agents."
"It's not a joking matter," interrupted Rosalie. "Why wasn't she there?" she shot at Adam.
"I'm afraid there's been a bit of bad news. Rosalie, I think maybe we should have a chat alone."
Brennan exchanged a worried glance at Emma. Bad news? What could that mean? Emma could sense Rosalie's worry as she ushered the others out of the lab. "I'll talk to you all later," assured Adam.
"What is it?" Rosalie asked with trepidation once the others were out.
"I'm afraid that while you were all out, I found evidence confirming your sister's whereabouts."
Rosalie took a deep breath. "Where is she?" she whispered.
Adam paused, wondering how to best defuse the situation. "At Genomex." Rosalie watched Adam as he explained. "It appears our worst fears have been confirmed. She has already been recruited by Genomex and is working for them now. There was evidence of a telekinetic psionic female involved in an attack on a gang of new mutants. I'm sorry, Rosalie, but it seems she's working against us, and you, now."
Emotions swirled within her head as she tried to understand what Adam was telling her. She shut her eyes, this could not be happening. She could feel the familiar emotions rising. This could not be happening. Her body was gripped by the energy surging through every part of her. She had never attacked someone for no reason. How could her sister be doing this? How had Genomex brainwashed her? She had to hold on to normality, she mustn't lose control again. The fire raged within her as she felt her last barriers crumbling away rapidly.
"No!" She felt as if her body was being ripped apart by the energy surge, as flames began shooting in all directions.
"Emma," Adam yelled as she came running in. She had felt the emotional turmoil going through Rosalie's head and saw instantly that the situation was too dangerous and volatile to talk to the girl.
"Sorry Rosalie," she whispered, as a bolt of mental energy shot through the air and Rosalie crashed to the floor.
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I need some advice, guys. Should I make Emma and Jesse a couple or Shalimar and Jesse? All ideas/opinions welcomed with open arms!
Author's Note: Thanks for the great reviews. By the way, *.* represents people's thoughts.
Chapter 4: Out of control.
Brennan carried her to her room and laid her on the bed. Without a word, he pulled the blanket over her icy body and closed the door behind him as he left. She didn't know what to do about this situation. She was obviously dangerous to be around. If it hadn't been for Jesse, Brennan would have been dead. *I'm not strong enough to control the force of the energy*, she thought. *These people have taken me in, and I'm going to end up killing them. I can't carry on like this. I get on fine with Shal now that I've apologised, I'm wary of Jesse, but he's harmless, and no one can dislike Emma. It's Brennan. He makes my skin crawl, I can't stand being around him, and that comes out when I fight him. I'm going to end up killing him unless I leave.*
She could admit that she wasn't comfortable around Bren, but she wasn't willing to be the cause of his demise. After all, the rest of the team was fond of him and she didn't want to hurt them. There was only one conclusion that she could come to. she had to leave. *Yes,* she thought determinedly, *that's the only choice I've got.*
Brennan and Jesse walked into the lab where Adam was working at the computer.
"She's a live wire, and completely out of control, Adam," said Jesse. Adam looked up from his work.
"What happened?" he asked worriedly.
"She nearly hit Bren with a lethal dose of energy."
"She's too fast for any of us," explained Brennan. "She had me on the floor before either of us could stop her. But I don't think that's the greatest of our worries. She's got problems. I don't know what it is, but her anger gets the better of her and she can't stop herself."
"I know. She's had a difficult time of it," explained Adam. "It's up to us to help her control it."
"I've tried," argued Brennan. "I'm telling you, she's out of control, Adam. Isn't there anything you can do to her to calm her down?"
"The same thing happened when Shalimar faced her, but from what I hear, she sorely regretted it. With Emma too, they seem to be getting along fine."
"I've never had a problem with her," added Jesse.
"Maybe it's me then," mused Brennan. "She gets under my skin too, annoys the hell out of me."
"You're just both going to have to make an effort to get along. I can't have you two killing each other whenever you train together." Adam paused; "I may be able to give you two an opportunity for reconciliation. I've found a last registered address for her sister, Misha. You can go along and tell her the good news. I only hope we're not celebrating prematurely about this."
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Brennan strode through the corridors, deep in thought. Why did he feel to strongly about Rosalie? Every time he saw her, he felt a surge through his body, as if he wanted to blast something to smithereens. He couldn't understand this. Maybe this was the way she felt too. Maybe she was partly telempahic as well.
As he rounded the corner to her room, he heard a muffled noise coming from behind her door. He opened the door carefully, pushed it open, and came face to face with a mass of reddish-brown hair surrounding a face and two large dark pools of worry, a backpack slung on her shoulder.
"Rosalie, where are you going?" he asked her. She froze, startled.
"What are you doing here?"
Brennan felt the familiar tingling surge. "I asked first," he replied.
"I can't stay, so don't try to stop me."
"Come on, don't be rash. You know we can help you."
"Oh, yeah? And is that why I nearly killed you this morning? A great help YOU were."
"We're just starting, I know Adam and Emma have ways to help control your emotional reaction."
"What do you know about my emotional reaction?" she spat viciously, hatred in her eyes. "You guys know nothing about me, you can't help someone like me. No one can. Now get out of my way."
She said, standing her ground. Her eyes were speaking volumes about what she was thinking.*You wanna play chicken with me? Lets see who gets out of the way first!* The backpack slid off her shoulder and her fingers stretched. Brennan could hear the crackling of pent up energy.
Brennan tried a different tactic. "Adam's found something on your sister." The energy dissipated as fast as it had been gathered, the blaze in her eyes died and her shoulders dropped.
"Misha? Where is she?"
"He's found a possible address for her. We could be onto something. You might as well stay, we could be of some use to you after all," he said sarcastically. He paused and looked closely at her. She seemed drained of energy, as if someone had cut her strings and for the first time, she looked truly vulnerable to him.
"What are we waiting for?" she said quickly, and turned to go past him out of the door. He held out a hand to catch her arm.
"Will you stay?" he asked gently. They both looked down at his hand. He could feel a cracking, tingling feeling at the point where his skin touched hers. He knew she could feel it too. He pulled his hand away. "Please?"
She stared into his eyes. "Maybe a little longer."
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The team trooped into the lab, tired from their latest confrontation.
"No sign of Misha, Adam," reported Jesse. "But we ran into a delightful group of GSA agents."
"It's not a joking matter," interrupted Rosalie. "Why wasn't she there?" she shot at Adam.
"I'm afraid there's been a bit of bad news. Rosalie, I think maybe we should have a chat alone."
Brennan exchanged a worried glance at Emma. Bad news? What could that mean? Emma could sense Rosalie's worry as she ushered the others out of the lab. "I'll talk to you all later," assured Adam.
"What is it?" Rosalie asked with trepidation once the others were out.
"I'm afraid that while you were all out, I found evidence confirming your sister's whereabouts."
Rosalie took a deep breath. "Where is she?" she whispered.
Adam paused, wondering how to best defuse the situation. "At Genomex." Rosalie watched Adam as he explained. "It appears our worst fears have been confirmed. She has already been recruited by Genomex and is working for them now. There was evidence of a telekinetic psionic female involved in an attack on a gang of new mutants. I'm sorry, Rosalie, but it seems she's working against us, and you, now."
Emotions swirled within her head as she tried to understand what Adam was telling her. She shut her eyes, this could not be happening. She could feel the familiar emotions rising. This could not be happening. Her body was gripped by the energy surging through every part of her. She had never attacked someone for no reason. How could her sister be doing this? How had Genomex brainwashed her? She had to hold on to normality, she mustn't lose control again. The fire raged within her as she felt her last barriers crumbling away rapidly.
"No!" She felt as if her body was being ripped apart by the energy surge, as flames began shooting in all directions.
"Emma," Adam yelled as she came running in. She had felt the emotional turmoil going through Rosalie's head and saw instantly that the situation was too dangerous and volatile to talk to the girl.
"Sorry Rosalie," she whispered, as a bolt of mental energy shot through the air and Rosalie crashed to the floor.
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I need some advice, guys. Should I make Emma and Jesse a couple or Shalimar and Jesse? All ideas/opinions welcomed with open arms!