Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Rosa and Misha are the only two in this story
that belong to me.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. Some of the reasons for pairings are great, thanks for all your help. All that remains now is for me to get around to working the relationship into the next chapter! (And no, I'm not giving anything away yet!) Reminder that *.* indicates thoughts.
Chapter 6: Cold as ice.
When she woke up, she saw Adam worriedly staring at the computer screen. There was no one else in the room.
"Adam," she said weakly, her head still spinning from the knocks he had taken. "What's happened?"
Adam turned round to look at her. "Did you know about the other aspect of your mutation?"
Rosalie was confused. "Other aspect?" How much worse was this going to get?
"Do you realise that instead of firing flames at your sister, you froze her?"
Rosalie's blood turned cold. "Froze her?"
"There was always the possibility that your thermal mutation would extend to draining heat as well as increasing heat, had you noticed anything before?"
"No, nothing, ever. Adam, I wouldn't have kept that from you!"
"No, I thought not." Adam returned to his computer screen, concerned about her.
"How's my sister?" she asked, scared of the answer.
"Brennan made the decision that you were his priority. Your encounter had alerted other agents as to who you were, and they were starting to regroup. He wanted to get you out of there before they took you too, and it looked like she was being taken back by the other agents."
"How could I have done this to my own sister?" Rosalie thought out loud.
"Your team mate was in danger. You saved Brennan from her. It's commendable, Rosalie. Your sister isn't the same person she used to be. You did the right thing, you couldn't save her from Eckhart."
*I saved Brennan. From my sister. I saved Brennan? I didn't think about it, I just acted.* She got up. "I have to speak to Emma," she mumbled as she left.
Emma was practicing her mind blasts on a couple of holograms when she saw Rosalie come into the dojo.
"Are you OK, Rosa?" she asked, concern written on her face.
"Have you heard?" she asked the telempath.
"Yeah, Brennan told us. How did you do it?"
"I have no idea. I've barely got the fireballs under control, how am I going to control this ice thing too?"
"You know we'll all help you, you don't have to worry about that," Emma reassured her, putting her arms around her.
"Emma, I hit my sister. I drained her body heat, how could I have done that? This means I'm as bad as she has become. "
"No, you protected someone you cared for from the person your sister has become."
*I care for Brennan?*
"What if it happens again, but this time I freeze one of you?"
"You haven't killed Misha, Rosa. You wont kill any of us, I'm certain about that. You can now control the fire enough for it not to hurt us, the ice will be the same."
"How can you be so sure?" Rosa asked worriedly.
"I know what you're capable of, remember?"
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Rosalie lay on her bed wondering whether Emma was right. She was a telempath, but could she really understand what happened to her when she loses control? She wasn't sure what to think.
She hadn't turned up to the evening meal they usually ate together - she was too worried about the reaction from the others. Emma may have been more understanding, but she wouldn't blame Shal, Jesse, and mostly Brennan if they came to the conclusion that she was too dangerous to keep around.
The sound of Brennan's voice kept on coming back to haunt her. The horror in his voice as he yelled her name. She closed her eyes. The memory of that horrific moment when she lost control was too vivid in her mind for any sleep to come to her.
"Rosalie!... Rosalie!. Rosalie!." With each echo of his voice, the terror increased.
"Rosalie."
"Go away!" she yelled at the echo in her head.
"Rosa, it's me, Bren." Her eyes snapped open. Was this what had happened to Misha? Was she going mad too?
"Rosa, are you OK?" Brennan's voice came from the door. A crack of light shone into her darkened room as the door was gently pushed ajar.
"Go away," she mumbled, burying her head in the pillows. She didn't want Brennan in here, torturing her further, reminding her what she'd done, telling her they didn't want her here any more. The door continued to creak, and then thankfully, clicked shut. She slumped on the pillow, relieved that he'd gone.
"Rosa, talk to me." She jumped, feeling Brennan sit on her bed.
"I said get lost."
"I saw what happened out there. There's no point in shutting this out. I know how it feels to have new mutations creep up on you unawares." He touched her shoulder and felt the familiar tingle.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed pulling herself away from him. "Don't you know how dangerous I am? I don't want to hurt anyone." She paused, "I don't want to hurt you," she murmured.
"You wont hurt me, I can promise you that," he replied gently. "You saved me today, you're not going to hurt me now." He stroked her arm and she felt the sparks, reassuringly. *At least they're not ice chips*, Rosa thought. She was confused. Did this mean they all accepted her, even with her new mutation? She turned her face towards Brennan. Why was he being so reassuring to her?
"Did Emma or Adam put you up to this?" she asked, dreading to hear the answer.
He smiled, "They don't even know I'm here now," he replied. His hand continued stroking her arm with long, soothing motions. "I think you're being really brave during all this. You did well today out there."
As she looked into his eyes, she couldn't fathom what he was thinking. She'd never seen that expression on anyone before. Forthright as she was, she asked him.
"What are you thinking?" He seemed taken aback by her question and flushed.
"This," he muttered as he leaned forwards and brought his face close to hers. She could smell the scent of his aftershave mingling with his own scent. His breath was warm on her cheek as he paused. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to touch his lips, tentatively returning his kiss.
After a while, he drew away, stood up and looked down at her. There was something like regret in his eyes, and then he turned and walked out of her room, leaving her alone and more confused than before. What did that look mean? She realised that she'd wanted to kiss him desperately, but she'd made a big mistake by giving in to her emotions again and letting it happen. Now how was she going to put this right?
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So? Did you guess what had happened to Misha?? Well, at last I got Brennan and Rosalie together, but will it continue, or has Brennan had second thoughts? You can see what happens this time next week on this channel... Nah, I'll be back sooner than that!
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. Some of the reasons for pairings are great, thanks for all your help. All that remains now is for me to get around to working the relationship into the next chapter! (And no, I'm not giving anything away yet!) Reminder that *.* indicates thoughts.
Chapter 6: Cold as ice.
When she woke up, she saw Adam worriedly staring at the computer screen. There was no one else in the room.
"Adam," she said weakly, her head still spinning from the knocks he had taken. "What's happened?"
Adam turned round to look at her. "Did you know about the other aspect of your mutation?"
Rosalie was confused. "Other aspect?" How much worse was this going to get?
"Do you realise that instead of firing flames at your sister, you froze her?"
Rosalie's blood turned cold. "Froze her?"
"There was always the possibility that your thermal mutation would extend to draining heat as well as increasing heat, had you noticed anything before?"
"No, nothing, ever. Adam, I wouldn't have kept that from you!"
"No, I thought not." Adam returned to his computer screen, concerned about her.
"How's my sister?" she asked, scared of the answer.
"Brennan made the decision that you were his priority. Your encounter had alerted other agents as to who you were, and they were starting to regroup. He wanted to get you out of there before they took you too, and it looked like she was being taken back by the other agents."
"How could I have done this to my own sister?" Rosalie thought out loud.
"Your team mate was in danger. You saved Brennan from her. It's commendable, Rosalie. Your sister isn't the same person she used to be. You did the right thing, you couldn't save her from Eckhart."
*I saved Brennan. From my sister. I saved Brennan? I didn't think about it, I just acted.* She got up. "I have to speak to Emma," she mumbled as she left.
Emma was practicing her mind blasts on a couple of holograms when she saw Rosalie come into the dojo.
"Are you OK, Rosa?" she asked, concern written on her face.
"Have you heard?" she asked the telempath.
"Yeah, Brennan told us. How did you do it?"
"I have no idea. I've barely got the fireballs under control, how am I going to control this ice thing too?"
"You know we'll all help you, you don't have to worry about that," Emma reassured her, putting her arms around her.
"Emma, I hit my sister. I drained her body heat, how could I have done that? This means I'm as bad as she has become. "
"No, you protected someone you cared for from the person your sister has become."
*I care for Brennan?*
"What if it happens again, but this time I freeze one of you?"
"You haven't killed Misha, Rosa. You wont kill any of us, I'm certain about that. You can now control the fire enough for it not to hurt us, the ice will be the same."
"How can you be so sure?" Rosa asked worriedly.
"I know what you're capable of, remember?"
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Rosalie lay on her bed wondering whether Emma was right. She was a telempath, but could she really understand what happened to her when she loses control? She wasn't sure what to think.
She hadn't turned up to the evening meal they usually ate together - she was too worried about the reaction from the others. Emma may have been more understanding, but she wouldn't blame Shal, Jesse, and mostly Brennan if they came to the conclusion that she was too dangerous to keep around.
The sound of Brennan's voice kept on coming back to haunt her. The horror in his voice as he yelled her name. She closed her eyes. The memory of that horrific moment when she lost control was too vivid in her mind for any sleep to come to her.
"Rosalie!... Rosalie!. Rosalie!." With each echo of his voice, the terror increased.
"Rosalie."
"Go away!" she yelled at the echo in her head.
"Rosa, it's me, Bren." Her eyes snapped open. Was this what had happened to Misha? Was she going mad too?
"Rosa, are you OK?" Brennan's voice came from the door. A crack of light shone into her darkened room as the door was gently pushed ajar.
"Go away," she mumbled, burying her head in the pillows. She didn't want Brennan in here, torturing her further, reminding her what she'd done, telling her they didn't want her here any more. The door continued to creak, and then thankfully, clicked shut. She slumped on the pillow, relieved that he'd gone.
"Rosa, talk to me." She jumped, feeling Brennan sit on her bed.
"I said get lost."
"I saw what happened out there. There's no point in shutting this out. I know how it feels to have new mutations creep up on you unawares." He touched her shoulder and felt the familiar tingle.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed pulling herself away from him. "Don't you know how dangerous I am? I don't want to hurt anyone." She paused, "I don't want to hurt you," she murmured.
"You wont hurt me, I can promise you that," he replied gently. "You saved me today, you're not going to hurt me now." He stroked her arm and she felt the sparks, reassuringly. *At least they're not ice chips*, Rosa thought. She was confused. Did this mean they all accepted her, even with her new mutation? She turned her face towards Brennan. Why was he being so reassuring to her?
"Did Emma or Adam put you up to this?" she asked, dreading to hear the answer.
He smiled, "They don't even know I'm here now," he replied. His hand continued stroking her arm with long, soothing motions. "I think you're being really brave during all this. You did well today out there."
As she looked into his eyes, she couldn't fathom what he was thinking. She'd never seen that expression on anyone before. Forthright as she was, she asked him.
"What are you thinking?" He seemed taken aback by her question and flushed.
"This," he muttered as he leaned forwards and brought his face close to hers. She could smell the scent of his aftershave mingling with his own scent. His breath was warm on her cheek as he paused. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to touch his lips, tentatively returning his kiss.
After a while, he drew away, stood up and looked down at her. There was something like regret in his eyes, and then he turned and walked out of her room, leaving her alone and more confused than before. What did that look mean? She realised that she'd wanted to kiss him desperately, but she'd made a big mistake by giving in to her emotions again and letting it happen. Now how was she going to put this right?
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So? Did you guess what had happened to Misha?? Well, at last I got Brennan and Rosalie together, but will it continue, or has Brennan had second thoughts? You can see what happens this time next week on this channel... Nah, I'll be back sooner than that!