A/N: Here you go, all you Emma fans out there! Hope it lives up to your
expectations.
Archive: Feel free to archive this if you really want it, but let me know where, OK?
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Christmas 1989
Emma
All was quiet in the little girl's bedroom. She was asleep in her bed, the anticipation from the night before having worn her out. Inside her head though, memories, thoughts and emotions were running wild. Her eyes snapped wide open as she awoke from another nightmare. She knew there was something different about her, something that always came to haunt her whilst she was asleep, whilst her mind was more receptive, but she knew to keep quiet about it.
Her eyes roamed around her room, reassuring herself she was safe. The soft toys on the shelves, her paintings on the wall, all served to alleviate her worries. She had had a rather disjointed childhood, taken from pillar to post by her hippie parents, but within the past year, things had changed dramatically. She had always known that her parents loved her, it was just that they couldn't be bothered to look after her. When she had been taken to see her grandmother, she had realised that this was her opportunity. She had worked it so that her grandmother had felt pity for her and asked to care for her, and her parents had readily agreed.
Now, she had her own room, decorated the way she liked it, and this was her first proper Christmas. She slipped out of bed and into her fluffy slippers, making her way quietly down the stairs. She could hear her grandmother in the kitchen, busily preparing a special Christmas lunch.
She sneaked through the living room door to take a look at the tree, and gasped in amazement when she saw the parcels nestling under it. She approached them, hardly able to contain the excitement she felt. As she reached out for the nearest present, her grandmother came through the door.
"You're up already!" she exclaimed as she swooped down to plant a kiss on her granddaughter's cheek. "Now, now, Emma. You know I told you to wait until after lunch before opening your presents."
Emma's face fell as she heard the words. A memory formed in her mind. She could feel the emotion building up like a wave, threatening to drown her with its force. She closed her eyes, struggling to contain it. When she felt it more manageable, she gathered it in her mind and whipped it towards her grandmother. The woman stopped in her action of returning to the kitchen and turned towards Emma, confusion evident on her face. It was soon replaced by an indulgent smile as she returned to the tree.
"Oh, go on, dear. I know you can hardly wait all that time until after lunch," she told her as she sat down with her to open their presents. Emma smiled happily. It wasn't always there, but when she felt it, she knew she could make people change their minds to suit her.
As she began ripping open the first parcel, a wave of anxiety rolled over her, anxiety about the fact that the food was unattended. She pushed it away with her mind as she returned to the pleasant task at hand. It was getting harder to push away unwanted emotions as they grew stronger every day. Another wave swept over her, this time anger, threatening to engulf her. Anger at parents who leave their daughter during Christmas. Anger at the daughter who seems not to love her own daughter. Anger at the irresponsible actions of other people. The anger grew, taking over her head and filling it with a hot, fiery pain.
She felt her grandmother's hand smooth her nightclothes down her back in a silent question. Again, the emotion hit her forcefully. Concern that there was something wrong. Worry that doctors may not come out on Christmas morning. Fear that a loved one was falling ill.
"Grandma, stop," she pleaded as she felt the worry filling her head.
"What is it dear?" she asked, her concern growing. Emma curled into a tight ball and rolled onto the floor. She held her head, as if trying to shield it from the emotions that were buffeting her. It was happening again. Invariably, whenever she felt able to influence other people's thoughts, the pain came back. She wasn't strong enough to push the emotions away.
She felt a hand touch her forehead gently, smoothing away her long hair. She was picked up and cradled, rocking gently as the hand continued to smooth away the pain. Slowly, after what seemed like hours, the pain diminished, until only faint tendrils of foreign emotions remained.
She slowly opened her eyes to see her grandmother's worried eyes searching her face. Emma sighed, exhausted from the ordeal.
"I'm OK, grandma," she whispered softly. She only nodded in reply as she continued to rock her precious granddaughter. After a short while, Emma spoke again, trying to lighten the situation.
"Grandma, you'd better get back to the kitchen soon, otherwise we'll end up having to call the fire brigade." She only looked at her, trying to read her face, understand what had happened earlier, but the girl's face was blank.
"All right, honey," she replied with a heavy heart. There was something strange about the little girl. She seemed older and more mature than her eight years. All these headaches she was getting recently were worrying her too.
She smiled to herself as she set to preparing their lunch. She knew she was very fond of the girl. She tried to be strict and fair, but always ended up giving in to her. She obviously had a blind spot when it came to her granddaughter, she admitted to herself as she felt a small hand creep around her waist.
Emma smiled to herself as she intercepted that last thought. Her secret was safe.
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After reading the reviews, I've got to agree that this collection of stories would seem unfinished without Adam. Unfortunately, I still have that MAJOR problem that I know much less about Adam's background than I do about the others. I haven't watched very many episodes of MX, so I'm a bit stuck. I'm going to need help if I'm gonna be able to write Adam's perspective. If you don't want to leave a review, please e-mail me at gypsy181@hotmail.com if you have anything that you think might help. I'll give out e-hugs to everyone who helps me! How's that for an incentive?!
Archive: Feel free to archive this if you really want it, but let me know where, OK?
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Christmas 1989
Emma
All was quiet in the little girl's bedroom. She was asleep in her bed, the anticipation from the night before having worn her out. Inside her head though, memories, thoughts and emotions were running wild. Her eyes snapped wide open as she awoke from another nightmare. She knew there was something different about her, something that always came to haunt her whilst she was asleep, whilst her mind was more receptive, but she knew to keep quiet about it.
Her eyes roamed around her room, reassuring herself she was safe. The soft toys on the shelves, her paintings on the wall, all served to alleviate her worries. She had had a rather disjointed childhood, taken from pillar to post by her hippie parents, but within the past year, things had changed dramatically. She had always known that her parents loved her, it was just that they couldn't be bothered to look after her. When she had been taken to see her grandmother, she had realised that this was her opportunity. She had worked it so that her grandmother had felt pity for her and asked to care for her, and her parents had readily agreed.
Now, she had her own room, decorated the way she liked it, and this was her first proper Christmas. She slipped out of bed and into her fluffy slippers, making her way quietly down the stairs. She could hear her grandmother in the kitchen, busily preparing a special Christmas lunch.
She sneaked through the living room door to take a look at the tree, and gasped in amazement when she saw the parcels nestling under it. She approached them, hardly able to contain the excitement she felt. As she reached out for the nearest present, her grandmother came through the door.
"You're up already!" she exclaimed as she swooped down to plant a kiss on her granddaughter's cheek. "Now, now, Emma. You know I told you to wait until after lunch before opening your presents."
Emma's face fell as she heard the words. A memory formed in her mind. She could feel the emotion building up like a wave, threatening to drown her with its force. She closed her eyes, struggling to contain it. When she felt it more manageable, she gathered it in her mind and whipped it towards her grandmother. The woman stopped in her action of returning to the kitchen and turned towards Emma, confusion evident on her face. It was soon replaced by an indulgent smile as she returned to the tree.
"Oh, go on, dear. I know you can hardly wait all that time until after lunch," she told her as she sat down with her to open their presents. Emma smiled happily. It wasn't always there, but when she felt it, she knew she could make people change their minds to suit her.
As she began ripping open the first parcel, a wave of anxiety rolled over her, anxiety about the fact that the food was unattended. She pushed it away with her mind as she returned to the pleasant task at hand. It was getting harder to push away unwanted emotions as they grew stronger every day. Another wave swept over her, this time anger, threatening to engulf her. Anger at parents who leave their daughter during Christmas. Anger at the daughter who seems not to love her own daughter. Anger at the irresponsible actions of other people. The anger grew, taking over her head and filling it with a hot, fiery pain.
She felt her grandmother's hand smooth her nightclothes down her back in a silent question. Again, the emotion hit her forcefully. Concern that there was something wrong. Worry that doctors may not come out on Christmas morning. Fear that a loved one was falling ill.
"Grandma, stop," she pleaded as she felt the worry filling her head.
"What is it dear?" she asked, her concern growing. Emma curled into a tight ball and rolled onto the floor. She held her head, as if trying to shield it from the emotions that were buffeting her. It was happening again. Invariably, whenever she felt able to influence other people's thoughts, the pain came back. She wasn't strong enough to push the emotions away.
She felt a hand touch her forehead gently, smoothing away her long hair. She was picked up and cradled, rocking gently as the hand continued to smooth away the pain. Slowly, after what seemed like hours, the pain diminished, until only faint tendrils of foreign emotions remained.
She slowly opened her eyes to see her grandmother's worried eyes searching her face. Emma sighed, exhausted from the ordeal.
"I'm OK, grandma," she whispered softly. She only nodded in reply as she continued to rock her precious granddaughter. After a short while, Emma spoke again, trying to lighten the situation.
"Grandma, you'd better get back to the kitchen soon, otherwise we'll end up having to call the fire brigade." She only looked at her, trying to read her face, understand what had happened earlier, but the girl's face was blank.
"All right, honey," she replied with a heavy heart. There was something strange about the little girl. She seemed older and more mature than her eight years. All these headaches she was getting recently were worrying her too.
She smiled to herself as she set to preparing their lunch. She knew she was very fond of the girl. She tried to be strict and fair, but always ended up giving in to her. She obviously had a blind spot when it came to her granddaughter, she admitted to herself as she felt a small hand creep around her waist.
Emma smiled to herself as she intercepted that last thought. Her secret was safe.
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After reading the reviews, I've got to agree that this collection of stories would seem unfinished without Adam. Unfortunately, I still have that MAJOR problem that I know much less about Adam's background than I do about the others. I haven't watched very many episodes of MX, so I'm a bit stuck. I'm going to need help if I'm gonna be able to write Adam's perspective. If you don't want to leave a review, please e-mail me at gypsy181@hotmail.com if you have anything that you think might help. I'll give out e-hugs to everyone who helps me! How's that for an incentive?!