Warnings: Slash, possible cursing.
Disclaimer: I don't own the cast of Even Stevens, or any of the characters that belong to themselves.
Chapter Six: Revelations
Mizza wasn't stupid. She might be old (though that didn't mean much for her race), she might be sick, and as a result frail, but she was not, by any means, stupid. Her eyes, and ears worked just fine, and she knew how Twitty felt about Louis. One would have to be a blind, deaf, mentally retarded, quadraplegdic not to. Or, she mused, one would have to be a blind, deaf, mentally retarded quardaplegdic or Louis, not to, as the boy clearly had no idea of his friends affections.
She smiled to herself, and chanced a glance at the boy. He was so innocent, she realized, saddened by the sudden shift in her thought. But, weren't they all, until they made their first kill? Even Ulovlige had been innocent. They still were, of course. It was admirable, she knew. Though even Sam, who allowed his other half to do the deed whenever possible, had made at least as many kills as Mizza, who was at least a hundred years older then him, the twins had both managed to maintain some of their old innocence. Mizza envied then, for that, though she knew there was nothing she could have done to make herself do the same.
Ulovlige had done so because they had eachother, and, through one-another, they had kept their inner children alive, because the children still had playmates. Twitty was still innocent to some extent, she thought, though she wasn't sure exactly how it was possible. She hoped that he and Louis could help eachother in keeping the innocence that had made them blend with the humans.
"Mizza?" Louis suddenly said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "What did I do to upset Twitty?"
"I can't tell you that, child." she said, gently. "I think you had better ask him, if you really want to know. But he'll tell you when he's ready, whether you ask, or not."
"Mizza?" he said, agein, after a pause.
"I'm still here." He could hear her smile. "You don't need to say my name every time you want to say something."
"Mizza, I think I'm in love with him."
She didn't answer. When he looked at her, she had rolled over on her side to hide her smile.
~
The day before, while returning to the infirmary with Annie, he'd been a bit disturbed. They had been talking about Twitty, and she had mentioned he'd been looking quite good recently*. He had found his mind agreeing with her, and gone silent as he quietly obsessed over the thought.
By the time he'd arrived at his bed, he'd realized it was not the first time such thoughts had crossed his mind, and he'd realized he and Twitty were to be partners. It had never struck him until then, but all the people who worked together were in love, aside from the Gemini.
And hadn't Andromeda, Mizza, and Roxie said it had to be 'meant' for the Change to take place? Meant. Meant to be? Had one of them used those words?
Louis sighed softly, determined to figure this out. He had, of course, always known he loved Twitty. He was his best friend. Of /course/ he loved him. He was his best friend, and had been forever- that's what it felt like, anyway. But did he love him like that? It was entirely possible, but he wasn't sure.
"Mizza?" he said.
"You sound troubled, child." she replied, quietly.
He smiled faintly. He liked it when Mizza called him 'child'. "I am." he said. "When you said I couldn't have been changed unless I were 'meant', what did you mean?" He paused breifly. When she didn't answer, he added, "Meant for what?"
"Meant to be one of us." she said, quietly, though in a curiously gaurded voice that implied she knew more then was saying.
Louis chewed on his lower lip. Experience told him that if one of them (he knew he was one of them, now, but it didn't really feel like it- they were all so /comfortable/ together) knew something, and they didn't tell you the first time you asked, you weren't going to find out for a long time, if ever.
Suddenly, she added, so softly and quickly he almost didn't hear her, "And meant to stay with your partner forever."
Louis didn't answer, knowing he wasn't supposed to.
Mizza smiled faintly, knowing he was catching on.
~
Roxie came in the next day, looking down-cast. She stopped at the foot of Mizzas bed, and said, "There's a meeting in a few hours. Ulovlige will be here to get you, and help you get ready, soon." She looked at Louis. "Come on. You need to get ready, too- have you listened to the records?"
Louis blinked at her. Roxie sighed, irritably.
"I'm going to be an insufferable jerk for at least a few hours." she said. "I had a bad night. Come on."
As Louis rose, Roxie continued. "You'll have to have heard /some/ of the records- maybe even all of a couple." she said. "They play them incessantly over the TS." She pointed upwards. There was, of course, music playing, coming from nowhere in particular. "Naturally, they insist upon playing the ones are least suspicious, in case a human wanders in, or something."
She turned on her heel, and walked out. She didn't look back to see if Louis was following. After a moment, he did.
To Be Continued...
*She was lying, to make him think about it. Even if she /did/ like guys, Twitty's not her type.
A/N: This chapter is to short, nothing really happens, and nothing happens that I said was going to. That happens in the next chapter. I needed to post this, because I have something to say. In the next chapter, Tawny is going to show up breifly, and nothing good will happen to her. Just a warning, and if you don't heed it, that's your business. Don't take it as an attack on her- personally, I have nothing ageinst her, and that won't be the end of her. Trust me.
Disclaimer: I don't own the cast of Even Stevens, or any of the characters that belong to themselves.
Chapter Six: Revelations
Mizza wasn't stupid. She might be old (though that didn't mean much for her race), she might be sick, and as a result frail, but she was not, by any means, stupid. Her eyes, and ears worked just fine, and she knew how Twitty felt about Louis. One would have to be a blind, deaf, mentally retarded, quadraplegdic not to. Or, she mused, one would have to be a blind, deaf, mentally retarded quardaplegdic or Louis, not to, as the boy clearly had no idea of his friends affections.
She smiled to herself, and chanced a glance at the boy. He was so innocent, she realized, saddened by the sudden shift in her thought. But, weren't they all, until they made their first kill? Even Ulovlige had been innocent. They still were, of course. It was admirable, she knew. Though even Sam, who allowed his other half to do the deed whenever possible, had made at least as many kills as Mizza, who was at least a hundred years older then him, the twins had both managed to maintain some of their old innocence. Mizza envied then, for that, though she knew there was nothing she could have done to make herself do the same.
Ulovlige had done so because they had eachother, and, through one-another, they had kept their inner children alive, because the children still had playmates. Twitty was still innocent to some extent, she thought, though she wasn't sure exactly how it was possible. She hoped that he and Louis could help eachother in keeping the innocence that had made them blend with the humans.
"Mizza?" Louis suddenly said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "What did I do to upset Twitty?"
"I can't tell you that, child." she said, gently. "I think you had better ask him, if you really want to know. But he'll tell you when he's ready, whether you ask, or not."
"Mizza?" he said, agein, after a pause.
"I'm still here." He could hear her smile. "You don't need to say my name every time you want to say something."
"Mizza, I think I'm in love with him."
She didn't answer. When he looked at her, she had rolled over on her side to hide her smile.
~
The day before, while returning to the infirmary with Annie, he'd been a bit disturbed. They had been talking about Twitty, and she had mentioned he'd been looking quite good recently*. He had found his mind agreeing with her, and gone silent as he quietly obsessed over the thought.
By the time he'd arrived at his bed, he'd realized it was not the first time such thoughts had crossed his mind, and he'd realized he and Twitty were to be partners. It had never struck him until then, but all the people who worked together were in love, aside from the Gemini.
And hadn't Andromeda, Mizza, and Roxie said it had to be 'meant' for the Change to take place? Meant. Meant to be? Had one of them used those words?
Louis sighed softly, determined to figure this out. He had, of course, always known he loved Twitty. He was his best friend. Of /course/ he loved him. He was his best friend, and had been forever- that's what it felt like, anyway. But did he love him like that? It was entirely possible, but he wasn't sure.
"Mizza?" he said.
"You sound troubled, child." she replied, quietly.
He smiled faintly. He liked it when Mizza called him 'child'. "I am." he said. "When you said I couldn't have been changed unless I were 'meant', what did you mean?" He paused breifly. When she didn't answer, he added, "Meant for what?"
"Meant to be one of us." she said, quietly, though in a curiously gaurded voice that implied she knew more then was saying.
Louis chewed on his lower lip. Experience told him that if one of them (he knew he was one of them, now, but it didn't really feel like it- they were all so /comfortable/ together) knew something, and they didn't tell you the first time you asked, you weren't going to find out for a long time, if ever.
Suddenly, she added, so softly and quickly he almost didn't hear her, "And meant to stay with your partner forever."
Louis didn't answer, knowing he wasn't supposed to.
Mizza smiled faintly, knowing he was catching on.
~
Roxie came in the next day, looking down-cast. She stopped at the foot of Mizzas bed, and said, "There's a meeting in a few hours. Ulovlige will be here to get you, and help you get ready, soon." She looked at Louis. "Come on. You need to get ready, too- have you listened to the records?"
Louis blinked at her. Roxie sighed, irritably.
"I'm going to be an insufferable jerk for at least a few hours." she said. "I had a bad night. Come on."
As Louis rose, Roxie continued. "You'll have to have heard /some/ of the records- maybe even all of a couple." she said. "They play them incessantly over the TS." She pointed upwards. There was, of course, music playing, coming from nowhere in particular. "Naturally, they insist upon playing the ones are least suspicious, in case a human wanders in, or something."
She turned on her heel, and walked out. She didn't look back to see if Louis was following. After a moment, he did.
To Be Continued...
*She was lying, to make him think about it. Even if she /did/ like guys, Twitty's not her type.
A/N: This chapter is to short, nothing really happens, and nothing happens that I said was going to. That happens in the next chapter. I needed to post this, because I have something to say. In the next chapter, Tawny is going to show up breifly, and nothing good will happen to her. Just a warning, and if you don't heed it, that's your business. Don't take it as an attack on her- personally, I have nothing ageinst her, and that won't be the end of her. Trust me.