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A few hours later, Saleeya walked into her new room. She was to share it with Rogue. Longingly, Saleeya glanced at Rogue's half of the closet. It was full to bursting. Every item was stylish and cute. Most of it being long sleeved and baby tee- shirts. Her own baggy, outdated and rain- sodden clothes were extremely pathetic in comparison. She was wearing everything she owned, except her cloak, which was drying. A small knock at the door brought Saleeya back to things that mattered.
"Enter."
Scott poked his head in the room and smiled.
"Thank you. I've enjoyed this gift very much but it is time to be normal again."
"All right," Saleeya motioned him over. He shut his eyes tight as she reached out to touch him. Because of this he did not see the brilliant yellow light emanating from her fingertips. The instant Scott felt her touch, comforting warmth filled his entire body. Then came a rushing of feeling, like a dam breaking. It took his breath away. An experience of a lifetime, and it was over in seconds. The instant her hand left his face, Scott felt bereft. It was an odd thing to feel empty, yet entirely too full.
Saleeya placed the visor in his hand. Scott fumbled before managing to put it back on. He was still reeling from the transfer. He put it on in time to see her turn back to the emptiness that was her half of the shared closet. Then it dawned on him. She had nothing in the world other than what she'd been wearing when he had first met her. It made him wonder what had happened to her stuff. All teenagers had stuff, even the runaways. Saleeya couldn't be older than nineteen at the most.
"Thank you," Scott whispered.
"You're welcome, Scott."
A few hours later, Saleeya walked into her new room. She was to share it with Rogue. Longingly, Saleeya glanced at Rogue's half of the closet. It was full to bursting. Every item was stylish and cute. Most of it being long sleeved and baby tee- shirts. Her own baggy, outdated and rain- sodden clothes were extremely pathetic in comparison. She was wearing everything she owned, except her cloak, which was drying. A small knock at the door brought Saleeya back to things that mattered.
"Enter."
Scott poked his head in the room and smiled.
"Thank you. I've enjoyed this gift very much but it is time to be normal again."
"All right," Saleeya motioned him over. He shut his eyes tight as she reached out to touch him. Because of this he did not see the brilliant yellow light emanating from her fingertips. The instant Scott felt her touch, comforting warmth filled his entire body. Then came a rushing of feeling, like a dam breaking. It took his breath away. An experience of a lifetime, and it was over in seconds. The instant her hand left his face, Scott felt bereft. It was an odd thing to feel empty, yet entirely too full.
Saleeya placed the visor in his hand. Scott fumbled before managing to put it back on. He was still reeling from the transfer. He put it on in time to see her turn back to the emptiness that was her half of the shared closet. Then it dawned on him. She had nothing in the world other than what she'd been wearing when he had first met her. It made him wonder what had happened to her stuff. All teenagers had stuff, even the runaways. Saleeya couldn't be older than nineteen at the most.
"Thank you," Scott whispered.
"You're welcome, Scott."