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The moment she had reached the surface, Emma took in as much air as her lungs could support. Franticly searching with her gaze, she found herself swimming in this watery surrounding. Fanning out in a circle, glancing behind her and everywhere else, Emma began looking for Jesse. "Where is he? Where am I??" she wondered. Did she really see him? Everything had happened so quickly. "How did I get here?" She was holding Brennan only a few minutes ago and now she was floating in water.
A moment after, someone burst onto the surface from behind Emma, causing her to swim quickly forward as this sudden move had scared her. Turning around, she then noticed the young man. She didn't imagine it, it really had been Jesse with… long hair? Braids??
"Wow, you're a quick learner," removing the drops of the water from his nose, a chuckle was released. His voice however sounded harsher than Emma had known of.
"Huh?"
"But then, you gotta go to extremes to teach someone to swim. It usually works."
"Swimming?" Emma looked around. "Um, w-where exactly are… we?" she asked with a deeply low voice and felt a tiny amount of salty water entering her mouth as the lower part her head sunk itself slightly. Spitting it out, it had been then that Emma had also felt her hair not giving out as much weight as usual when she would dip it into water. Touching the back of her head, Emma noticed that her long hair had disappeared; she had short hair instead. "Where's my hair? What the hell happened to it?" she panicked inside.
"So, how does it feel?" His voice returned Emma's attention to the young man swimming next to her.
"Feels what?"
"To know how to swim!"
"Ah…um… it feels great," Emma nodded and forced a smile.
"Great, you wanna stick around here for a while longer, Danni or get back to the shore?"
"Danni?"
"Well?"
"Why did you call me Danni?"
"That is your name, isn't it? Or have you been lying to us all these years," he kidded.
"Argh…" Emma took another glimpse of her surroundings. "Back to shore captain," she replied.
"Let's go then mate!" he said and started swimming away from her.
"What happened?" Emma whispered giving a glance towards the waterfall before she swam after the young man.
Once they reached the yellow shore, Jesse was the first to step on the ground. Emma could not let it be unnoticed at how well this man was built; water dripping from his hair and body in such a way that it felt almost inviting; this strangely had reminded her of that hot Wednesday, last summer when she saw Brennan coming out of the ocean after a long swim, only much better. Stepping out of the water, Emma noticed an empty and small beach; feeling the hot sand beneath her bare feet, she looked down and noticed a yellow bikini on her with tiny black butterflies. Going down, her eyes then stopped on a rather large black tattoo of a snake wrapped around a small blue stone; the picture, its theme or more correctly its size widened Emma's eyes as her fingers brushed coarsely on the hip where it was drawn. "How did that get there?"
"Danni, you coming?" Jesse's voice interrupted her.
"Ah?" Emma looked up at him. "Where?"
"Back, home?"
"Err, yeah," she rubbed the tattoo two more times before she continued walking.
This had appeared to be a secluded little spot, shielded by the huge gray rocks with only small low passages that were leading to the 'outside'. Emma's blue eyes briefly concentrated on Jesse's figure in front of her when she suddenly stopped. She couldn't sense anything from him; nothing was reaching her. "This is not right," Emma thought. "Why can't I get anything??" It hadn't been only the nothingness which she was experiencing from him but she herself had felt empty… she felt normal. Now she panicked; the hair, the tattoo, the absence of sensing his feelings?
For a moment she wanted to ask Jesse who he really was but held it back. One thing was clear to Emma: she had been thrown in another reality. But why couldn't she read anything?
Noticing that Emma wasn't following him, the young man turned around. "Danni?" he called her.
"Yuck, I hate that name already," she cringed.
Going towards her, Jesse took her hand and continued walking. "The fall wasn't too much for you was it?" he laughed.
Emma turned her head towards him. Not only did he look different, he acted different. Why did that behavior remind her incredibly of… "Ah, no," she shook her head. "Not Brennan!
"Actually, it was. Too high, Jesse!" she told him.
"Who?" the blond gave her a high look.
"Jesse?"
He stopped. "You didn't hit a rock down there did you?"
"W-well no."
"Alright, good," he nodded.
"Why did you pick such a huge height, anyway?" as Emma looked into his blue eyes, she was unconsciously drawn to the similarities that this man possessed with Brennan.
"I told you, extreme situations always bring the best out of you," and winked.
Butterflies in the belly had appeared – if Emma had wanted to know how it felt like, this was giving her a clear feel. "Oh you gotta be kidding!" her inside voice complained, "You still don't even know where you are!"
Emma then looked down at her tattoo, "Um, I want to ask you about th-…" she didn't get to finish her sentence when they heard the sound a helicopter approaching them.
Diverting their gaze to the sky both saw the flying red machine. "Shit, they found us!" Jesse said with irritation. "Go!" he ordered Emma, not removing his gaze.
"Where?" Emma asked as the helicopter was slowly descending.
"Home! Go!" He then turned toward her with angry determination in his eyes.
"Who are they??" she wanted to know.
"Some group that wants to kill us?"
"Why??"
"For their damn experiments, Danni! You really did hit a rock down there. Go already!" this time his tone had appeared worse than simply angry.
"O-ok!" she agreed and started running towards the opening in the huge gray rocks.
'Jerry! Finally to find you here.' Emma heard a loud voice from behind her.
"Haven't you given up after seven years?" Jesse responded.
The other person laughed. "Not when I have a real goldmine. You are one of the few remaining humans. Imagine how much you would cost on the black market," he said and soon Emma heard a single bullet being fired.
Stopping immediately, Emma spun around just in front of the opening and saw Jesse fall on the ground.
"No!!" she screamed and sprung towards the helicopter as two of the assassins, dressed in black uniforms were picking up Jesse's body.
Another man appeared from the helicopter and ran towards her, grabbing Emma. "Two in one day! Perfect!"
A tall, bearded man approached the captured girl. His red eyes glowed strangely at her. "A female? Oh this is even better." As he measured her with his eyes, his face changed when they stopped on her hip. A growl was heard. "Let her go," he told the accomplice.
"Why?"
"She has that sign. We can't take her. Let her go."
The man holding her took a glimpse of Emma's tattoo and afterwards released her immediately.
Once she felt free, Emma wanted to run over to the helicopter; she needed to save Jesse. But one of the men pulled out a gun and fired at her. "Uh," Emma instantly felt tiredness a second after the initial sting of what by now had appeared to be sleeping dart. Everything before her began to be covered by darkness that was sucking out the light as she fell on the sand.
Just then the familiar headache appeared, forcing her eyelids to close before her eyes, ceasing her intended action.
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The brightness of the sun beyond those thin layers of skin, which perhaps shielded her blues, had faded. She now felt a soft surface of a pillow beneath her head. "Mmm…" she sounded and opened her eyes. Everything was dark, nothing to be seen. "I must be back home," a momentary feeling of relief had approached her when Emma heard a sudden hard knock on the door. The knock was repeated several times with a fast tempo. "Come on Rosaline, it's nearly noon!" a woman's voice was heard behind the door. Emma rapidly sat up on the bed, but was held back by that sudden shock from leaving the place.
Then the door burst open and two female figures, that Emma could make out thanks to the lighting from the opened doors, rushed inside and towards the windows on the left side of the bed, removing the dark purple and noticably heavy drapes.
"You always over do it with you nap, Rosey!" A younger woman with red hair curled up in a bun with a gray dress on, in a style of the 1930's, turned around and threw off the bed sheet from Emma, uncovering a long white nightgown.
"How…wha-?" Emma shielded herself with her hand from the sudden rays of the sun, bursting into the now light room. The last fresh piece of memory in her mind was her being put to sleep on that yellow beach while someone took Jesse away. Why was she here now?
"Frederic is going to be here in less than an hour! You're not even packed!" The other woman with black loose hair and wearing a man's shirt and pants rushed over to the dressing cabinet, beginning to collect the acsessories.
Emma didn't get the chance to say anything as the redhead grabbed her out of the bed, put a white long skirt and shirt on the Psionic and the other woman shoved the now full suitcase in her hand. "Let's go! You're going to be late!" the black-haired pushed Emma forward from behind while the redhead grabbed Emma's free hand and pulled her forward and out of the room.
"Wait, where am…" the Psionic was ready to ask when she noticed a tall young gentleman with a tilted black hat on and black suit was standing in the other room, looking toward the cloudy outside.
The three women stopped.
"Ah, you're here! Much earlier than we expected!" the redhead said as she let go of Emma.
The moment the man turned around, Emma was left nearly speachless. His face, his posture - it was Brennan! "Shit…" she muttered having to admit that seeing him like this, almost sporting the tall, dark myserious, alright not stranger, but close enough, had taken her by a pleasant surprsie. She figured she must've been tthrown this time in the 30's of the previous century.
The man smiled, the appearing joy on his face had obviously been caused by the presence of Emma.
"I couldn't wait," he replied and walked over to the Psionic. "Are you ready?" he asked, taking her hand.
"Where?" Emma stared back at him.
"Out of here," he responded and took her suitcase.
Her breath being two seconds stolen by the appearance of this man, she was then turned around by the two other girls who were by now in tears.
"I'm going to miss you so much Rosey!" Emily, the redhead hugged her tightly. "Please write, alright?"
"I-I will," Emma nodded and after she was released from Emily's hug the other woman, Kristy, took her own turn, nearly taking the air out of the Psionic with her almost manly hug.
"Don't forget about us Roselane! You're the only person ever that has made me cry so sissy-like, like now!"
"I won't." Emma responded and when giving the two women one last look, felt Frederic's hand take hers before she was gently pulled away from them.
"Let's go before they see us," his whispers reached her ears, causing Emma to look at the this man, Frederic who was leading her toward the back entereance of the house. Running through a small corridor, they reached the kitchen which appeared to be empty and separated from the back garden by two doors.
Once they were outside, a black car in that periodic style, waited. Taking her suitcase, Frederic placed it in the back and then led Emma to her seat before he took his own. Starting the engine they soon drove off and away from the, what now Emma could tell as she looked behind her, mansion. She wanted to say something now, but she felt numb out of nowhere, letting herself being covered by millions of questions about this new place.
On the way she saw a farm, a couple of houses near the road and after that every appeared deserted. Also glancing over at Frederic's face and his similar features of Brennan's face made her feel eased when instead she should have been alarmed. She saw him taking her hand and holding it.
They continued driving for what seemed like half an hour on a lonely country road, when after a while, Frederic pulled the car over by a huge tree, its branches sadly lowered so far down that they nearly covered the wheacle. Turning off the engine, the tall man took off his hat and turned toward the woman sitting next to him, a satisfied smile on his face.
Taking her face, he kissed her passionately leaving Emma to beg for air. Once she received it, another kiss followed.
Later, Frederic kissed her cheek and leaned back on his seat. "We finally did it, Rosey. We finally got away," he said, diverting his gaze in front of him.
Emma watched him. She felt love and relief in him. What freaked her out more was that she somehow felt those same feelings inside herself. "From?" she had to ask.
Frederic looked back at her and chuckled. "Everything that held us back," he leaned forward with his arm draped behind Emma. "We can now go to Europe and start our lives like was wanted to," and kissed her. She knew something was given up here.
"We'll save money and buld our own fortune, we don't need theirs," she said but this had gotten out without her intention, "Where did that come from?" she wondered.
"Exactly, baby." He agreed. "And this will help us on our way," and pulled out a small blue stone from his pocket.
Emma recognized it, she didn't know from where but that stone had looked incredibly familiar to her. "Wow."
"I know," he smiled before taking her hand and placing the stone there.
"Where did you get this from?" she asked.
"My father had it; he was always very protective of this thing, partly because it's worth a lot of money."
"And the other part?" Emma glanced at him.
Frederic shrugged. "I don't know."
Emma bit her lip, this scenario reminded her of one of those stories where two rich kids fall in love, but their families had not been approving of their relationship, something like a more moden Romeo and Julia thing but without the suicides at the end. Two people so much in love that they give up everything to be together, "Oh god, if this is the case…" Emma cringed, giving the stone back to him.
Taking a small black box, Frederic placed the stone inside and then closed it before putting it in one of the bags. His dark brown eyes then concentrated on her. The shadows flickering on his face from the branches gave him more of a surreal feeling; and he smelled so tempting. "Are you happy?" he asked her.
Looking at him Emma, as much as she felt slightly or more confused, she could not hold back the feeling that she was taken by the way this man looked, by the same face, same features as Brennan. The only difference: the clothes and absence of mutated genes.
"Yes, of course… Fred."
The man smilled and kissed her again but this time longer. Emma was now certain this really was that case: they were those two rich kids.
When Frederic pulled back, Emma licked her lips and swallowed; she felt curious. "Fred, can you tell me… I always like hearing this story… how we met?" She had already played an amnesia stricken girl, so she decided to take a different approach with her questions.
Brushing his thumb on her neck, his eyes watched her softly: "Robin Serveson had prepared a party with his wife Madeleine for their two year anniversary. My father had threatened to disown me for the millionth time if I hadn't come to choose a nice bride."
"Something done frequently in 18th or 17th century," this had appeared amusing to Emma and feeling a small burden gone from her shoulders as she felt her telempathic ability return.
"Yes. We arrived there and then I felt my world change in a second. I saw you in that long beautiful white dress standing along those stairs, your tamed black hair and these blue eyes like two little stars." Frederic moved his hand slowly up and near her eyes.
Emma listened attentively to his words which appeared gentle and with the identical clear voice that Brennan had and to her Frederic appeared to be enjoying in the telling of this story.
"I greeted you and we began to talk. I felt sorry for you, having your parents choose a husband, a man you barely liked. Someone your parents, especially your mother approved of much more than me… because he simply happened to have more money. That's probably why your parents hate me; I ruined a perfect future for their daughter."
"I can not imagine why with such a man," Emma thought but hurriedly pulled that sentence away. "And it has been…" she instead started a sentence with hope that he would finish it.
"Four months." There was a pause. "Only Emily and Kristy know about this, right?" he asked with a momentary concern in his voice.
"Yes. How about you?"
"Only my mother." He sighed, appearing somewhat sad for leaving her. "I'm going to ask her to live with us once we have settled down."
"Wonderful," Emma smiled. "And… now… it'll be over?"
"With everything behind? Yes. It'll be over once we step on European land," he replied and brought his face closer before giving Emma another kiss.
She grew fond of the kiss. This had been the third different time she had managed to taste them and in each time the taste and style was the same: beautiful. Emma's heart responded in a way that it skipped a beat or two.
But the headache kicked in again, spoiling the moment as she parted their lips and once more closed her eyes.
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A moment later, she felt the lips again. But something was different this time.
Opening her eyes, she saw another woman! Quickly pushing her away, Emma's heart beat inscreased as she stared with astonishment at the brunette. Emma found herself in what looked like a toilet in a nightclub with blue lights.
"Hey, what is it?" The woman, obviously displeased by this rough action, stared back at Emma.
"I can't," Emma said but she was stunned by what she heard, as the sound of the voice wasn't hers; it wasn't even female!
The woman gave a dismissive laughter and approached Emma. "Oh come on tiger," she said with a seductive tone and was about to give a kiss when Emma pushed her away once more. This time it truly didn't please the other person. "Hey, you were all over me a moment ago at the bar and now you can't??" she sounded annoyed.
"Well, I…" the voice again. Emma touched her throat; she felt an Adam's apple. Looking down at her clothing she noticed a man's lower part of a body in black pants and shoes that appeared spotless and what Emma feared the most - a crotch. "Ah shit," she thought and looked up to face the woman. "I can't," she shook her head.
"Yes, you can. Let's go to my place."
"No, I gotta get out of here and not with you." Emma recognized that voice… it was Brennan's!
The woman now felt angry. "You bastard! And I ditched my man tonight because of you!" and slapped Emma before storming out of room.
"That hurt… ah…" When left alone and with a burning feeling on her cheek, Emma looked at the male hands in front of her eyes; the rings, even two strange bracelets. "Please tell me this is still a nightmare!" she pleaded inside. Lowering the hands down she then went over to one of the mirrors. What she saw in the bluish reflection was something she did not wish to see. She was looking at Brennan's face. "This can't be," she sqeaked, although with Brennan's voice that sounded quite creepy. "I'm not Brennan. Gawd! Grose!"
Touching his face, Emma felt the smooth skin. Closing his eyes briefly, letting his head hang down, she exhaled. "Why, a guy?" she whispered. "Why, Brennan??" Lifting the head again, Emma opened the brown eyes.
After staring at the face for several more minutes, Emma took a few steps back. Hearing the flushing of a toilet, she turned around and saw a curvy woman with brown hair exit the middle cubicle. The woman cheked Emma up before she quickly exited the toilet. At least she wasn't in the men's toilet; that would've turned out to be really tricky. But any furhter thinking she wanted to make was interrupted when a group of six females entered the toilet. Some barely payed attention to the man in here, while others liked what they were seeing from the moment they spotted him. Emma on the other hand didn't as she quickly exited the toilet without saying anything and reached a darker corridor filled with young people; some talking, others making out; a third group just passing by.
"Damn, is this crotch unocomfortable!" she compliained inside.
Going to her left, Emma soon exited the corridor and found herself in the main area, swirming with people; loud psychodelic music and flashing rays of light with different color ready to leave you blinded for a week. "Don't tell me he actually goes here!" she thought.
"Bren!" she suddenly heard a familiar voice, quite surpringsly as well, considering the high volume of a music that you would rather be dead than to stay and listen to, probably because it wasn't in Emma's taste.
Looking to her left, Emma saw a redhead coming her way. She felt astonished when seeing the girl's face. It was herself. Emma saw herself approaching her. "Where were you? I wanna get out of this shithole!" she complained.
"Yeah, so do I," Emma thought. But she could not avoid herself from staring at the woman in front of her. The Psionic felt confused by this and overwhelmed at the same time. "I really don't look so much like a dork, do I?" she amused herself with that thought and moved her lips.
[Author's note: For there to be no more confusion and also not to be mixed with her otherself I will be refering to Emma as Brennan in this part.]
"What?" Emma asked by the look on Brennan's face.
"I… gosh… I…"
"Are we going or not?"
"Yeah…um, err, Ok, let's go," he then said and spread his arm towards the direction of what he had hoped was the exit.
When they exited the loud nightclub, Brennan felt surprised at how he could not sense anything from Emma or she from him. A good explanation had been that Brennan was not a Telempath but the puzzlement remained for the dissability from Emma's part. Brennan took Emma's hands and stooped her.
"What?" Emma looked at him.
"Cant you get anything unusual from me?" he asked looking deeply into her eyes, hoping for a positive answer.
"Apart from your jackass mind? nope." Emma responded.
Brennan wanted to smile. This remark really sounded like herself. But why couldn't she read anything? Was there a wall in Brennan's mind, blocking her? "Ok," he responded and let go of her hands. "Gosh, I really have gentle hands," Brennan thought after feeling Emma's. He also took notice to the way he walked because ever since Emma came in there, inside him, he could've sworn he might've given out signs of a huge female presence in him. "That really would've hurt Bren's reputation," Brennan thought and luckily having a good knowledge of his walk, tried to his best abilites to imitate it, which speaking fairly, wasn't bad. "Hands in pockets, Emma, hands in pockets!" he reminded himself and shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants.
They barely walked for five minutes when Emma stopped.
"Emma?" Brennan did the same as he looked over to her.
Looking down the redhead sighed and hesitated for a while, before she looked up at the Elemental. "Bren, about that night…"
"Which one?"
"Two nights ago. It wasn't me talking, it was the alcohol."
Brennan lifted an eyebrow. This was not like himself, but then again he wasn't like himself. "What did you say?"
Emma looked up, "That I…" she shrugged, "had feelings for you… I didn't mean it like, you know, romantic ones, just, normal, friend like."
Brennan smiled. "Well," he thought, "where did I go this time?" and nervously placed his hand on her shoulder. "You didn't mean it in a romantic way?" he asked, "Sure of it?"
Emma nodded and swallowed. But Brennan knew her, because she was the Emma inside of him as well. "I believe you, Emma. Now… let's go home," and put her arms around the woman despite the oddness of hugging yourself.
"You're really good to me, Bren."
"Yes, he is…" Brennan thought when another headache kicked in, shutting his eyes. "Damn it!"
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"Ah, now where am I?" Emma asked herself while her eyes had remained closed. "Just please don't let me be a guy again."
She suddenly felt deep aching inside her, she felt grief. Opening her eyes, the Psionic noticed a long black veil in front of her blues. Beyond that she saw a marble grave. The hollow wind blew sadly across her ears moving the veil gently towards her lips. Removing the black piece, Emma searched the new surrounding and found that she was kneeling down in a graveyard. The grief that she felt was strongly pressing on her heart. Placing her hand on her chest, she felt large tears were going to follow. Blinking twice for her pain to settle, she then saw the depressing and dark atmosphere of this place where all the graves appeared clean and well cared after but the feeling was eerily. If there had been a more perfect setting for a vampire movie, this had to be it; with all that it was missing was fog.
Looking up, she noticed how the dark and heavy clouds were slowly gathering. It was going to rain soon. Lowering her head, Emma's eyes fell on the marble grave in front of which she kneeled down earlier. Kneeling down once more, she saw a few black leaves that had stuck on the front of the stone, blown away by the wind. Quickly removing them, Emma then read the name on the stone but her fingers trembling as she did so. "Brennan Mul-…" She couldn't read the rest of it because the shock struck her immediately. Opening her mouth widely, Emma's arms collapsed helplessly on her lap as she slowly sat on her feet. "No," she shook her head, "it's not…" the tears were now approaching. This was why she had felt and was still feeling the pain in her heart. "It's not you, it can't be you!" Rubbing the stone with her hands as is she wanted to remove the letters. "Bren, how…" the tears were now released. "God!" She began scratching the stone. "It's a dream! Just like everything else I've been through in this journey. It's not real. You're not dead!" Sobbing, she wiped the tears from her eyes, only to be greeted by more. She continued scratching the marble surface until her fingers began to ache. If all this was not real, then the Psionic was thrusting her self too much into it. When her hands finally stopped, she brought them closer to her face to give it cover. "It's not true, it's not real! Everything is fake! Everything is unreal! Damn it! Why do I feel this fucking pain?!"
"Emma?" a calm female voice was heard behind her.
Swiftly turning her head, the Psionic noticed Shalimar standing there in a black leather cat suit and black buts; her long blond hair being carried more aggressively by the wind; her face appeared serene.
"Shal, what…" Emma sprung on her feet and quickly approached the young blond. "…is happening here? Why is Brennan's name on that grave??"
"Why do you think it is there?" her voice calm and quiet.
"It can't be him, Shal. He's not dead! He can't be!"
Shalimar nodded. "It's been two weeks, Emma. He is gone, you have to accept it."
"But how did he die? What, what happened to him??"
The Feral gazed strangely at Emma. "He was killed."
"By whom??" she asked, her blues covered entirely by the colorless tears.
"We never found out. Let's go home, Emma, you've been here for over two hours now."
Emma spun her head towards the stone. "He can't be gone, Shal," she approached the grave. Looking at it, it was just then that she noticed the engraving with tiny letters on the bottom of the grave, next to the three fresh magnolias.
"My life and love – Emma. Always with me in life and death."
Emma slowly shook head. "How did this happen? Bren…" she wanted to kneel down once more but felt Shalimar's hands on her arms, before the Feral pulled her way. "No!" Emma struggled. "I need to stay more! No! Let me go!"
Shalimar had managed to drag the Psionic away from the grave but Emma freed herself and ran towards the grave. She wanted to touch it once more before Shalimar grabbed her arms again. "No, I gotta know! Shalimar! Please!" she screamed with tears in her eyes until the familiar pain in her head had surfaced once more. "No! No, not… now…no," her voice and words became weaker as the pain increased, forcing Emma to fall into still darkness for a moment.
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"Ah…" Touching her head, Emma opened her eyes again and found herself sitting on the floor of an empty restaurant. The previous pain in her heart had now disappeared; the tears were no longer there. "It was a dream, wasn't it…? He didn't die…" she had hoped. "Where in hell am I now?" she wondered and noticed a sleeveless red long sparkling dress on her body.
.
"Miss Delauro. Finally." Emma looked towards the direction of the source of this and found Brennan sitting on the table with a white cloth on, set in the middle of the room.
"Bren, is that… you??" she jumped and almost ran towards him when she suddenly stopped. It didn't feel like him. "Who are you? Where am I this time?"
The Brennan double smiled. "Sit down, Emma," he said.
"Who are you?" Emma was wary to the invitation as she had sensed something strange in this man.
"Please," he spoke calmly, offering his hand to her as he stood up.
She hesitated. "What's happening?" Emma asked herself. "Where am I?"
Looking around, Emma saw that the place appeared like a normal restaurant but without any costumers. Returning her eyes to Brennan, or the man disguising himself like Brennan, she sensed that he was going to help her in some way, unlike the other people who she came across which lacked of that opportunity.
Emma took a deep breath and accepted his offer seeing as there was no other alternative at her disposal. "Do you know what's happening here?" she asked him.
His brown eyes sparkled as he never once removed his smile. "Probably."
"Who are you?"
The man leaned back and took the menu in his hands. "Let us order something and I will tell you everything you need to know."
Her cautious behavior was still present but for some reason Emma did feel hungry. Taking the other menu, the Psionic opened it up and started searching as to what was on offer.
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There was an idea to make each of these stories longer, but there was doubt of whether you would be interested in reading entire histories of them so they were cut. Have fun and thank you for the reviews. :o)