'Another update just days after the last one...no way' I hear you all cry. But 'Way'. And here it is. I have updated so quickly that my head is doing an exorcist spin...crazy fun. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
As ever, thank you to my faithful reviewers. (Love Conquers: you're a doll for reviewing this but I'm gonna need an e-mail address to review House of Dreams, which I totally have to do. I would try and explain the complicated workings of my computer but its impossible. It won't let me open new windows so I can't review anybody's fictions unless I have an e-mail address. Basically its screwed up. If you don't wanna give me your e-mail then let me just say here and now with regards to your story...Wow!)
Have a nice day.
***
'I can't believe you actually did that,' Emma laughed. Her friends had shown up mere minutes after the episode with all the pain and since then she had been having a great time. Not seeing her friends in a long while meant they had so much more to talk about and they hadn't been lost for words for an hour and a half.
She stood up and walked over to the bar, swaying slightly as she moved. She knew she should probably be going home soon, she had work early tomorrow but she was having way too much fun. Her life had become so full of stress recently and she had needed the opportunity to calm down, chill out, unwind, whatever term you wanted to use. She had needed space to breathe. And being given that space had lifted the tension from her shoulders.
'Screwdriver, please,' she requested as the barman walked over to her.
'Coming up,' he replied. She smiled in return as he walked away to get her drink but it quickly turned to a frown. She was getting weird vibes off the guy. Earlier, when she had received the flash from someone she had figured that it was just another one of the random ones but now, in retrospect it had been different. It had been like it had happened for a purpose, like she was supposed to get the flash, the connection was meant to happen. Emma had never believed wholeheartedly in fate and destiny but if things were gonna happen for a reason then she was pretty sure she should pay attention and do something about it.
She looked up at the bartender. He had his cellphone held up to his ear and was muttering something into it, something she couldn't quite make out. He looked edgy and it was then that she decided now was definitely the time to be leaving. She walked back to the table her friends were congregated around and made her excuses. She picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder. She looked across at the bartender as she walked out and noticed him watching her. She carried on moving through the bar to the front door and made her way out into the night. It had been raining slightly and she dodged the most major puddles as she made her way back to her apartment.
***
She waited after knocking on the door, with bated breath as she heard sounds from within the room. After talking it all over with Adam Shalimar had decided she needed to talk to Brennan. Adam had checked Brennan out on the new mutant database after vaguely recognizing him but without Brennan's knowledge. Nobody knew if he was aware of the fact that he was so different and Shalimar had been elected (reluctantly) to talk to him about it.
Her head shot up as the door opened. She looked at the figure in the doorway and her breath instantly drew into her chest. Adam had given Brennan the spare room for the night and Brennan was clearly settling in. His jeans were hanging low on his hips, his t-shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing some pretty solid abs.
'Hi,' he said.
'Hi,' Shalimar replied with a smile.
'I was just gonna take a shower.'
'I think we need to talk before that,' Shalimar said.
Brennan looked at her face and realized that they probably did. He wasn't sure how much, if anything she knew. The equipment in the few rooms he had already been in was pretty hot, and he figured anybody who lived in a place like this had to know something.
He turned back into the room and Shalimar walked in behind him, closing the door behind her. Brennan sat on the bed and watched as Shalimar attempted to look for a seat. There weren't any chairs so she, somewhat reluctantly sat down on the edge of the bed.
'Is something wrong?' Brennan asked. She seemed awkward, less at ease than she had been earlier. And considering that earlier she was being chased by two pretty hefty looking guys that was strange. But Brennan was learning to deal with everything that was weird and wonderful. He had always lived in a bizarre world what with his powers and he had heard of Mutant X which is why it hadn't been so much of a suprise when Adam and Jesse had explained it all to him. But he was currently in a room in a mountain.
'You know, don't you?' Shalimar asked. She had been checking out his behaviour all day. Jesse and Adam liked to think that she was sentimental and protective and that she didn't think about the consequences of her actions. But she wasn't as short sighted as they thought. She had been watching Brennan's reactions and he didn't seem all that freaked by everything that had happened. It was like it was part of his everyday life; dodging forces other than the law, accepting things no matter what kind of situation he was in. Only new mutants learnt how to deal with things like that by the time they were in their mid twenties.
'Yes,' Brennan said after a long pause. He figured he could trust Shalimar. She seemed like a good person.
'What kind?'
'You don't know already?'
'Yes, but I'd rather hear it from you.'
Brennan answered by raising his hand and causing the palm to be filled with glinting blue light. Shalimar watched on. She had seen electrical elementals before but he had a certain amount of control over his power that she hadn't seen before, even among the GSAgents who had been trained in that kind of thing.
'You impressed?' he asked.
'Nope,' she replied with a laugh. He smiled back at her.
***
Emma bolted the door behind her and walked through the apartment to reach the living room. She shed her outdoor clothes on the way and sat down on the couch. It wasn't till then that she realised she was shaking. She knew someone would be climbing the stairs to her front door any minute. The guy in the bar hadn't just been talking to the supplier of his beer. She was scared, for herself, for her friends. She was even scared for her family. She never saw her parents, didn't have any brothers or sisters and most of the rest of her family were dead but she had a feeling that if there were any surviving relatives out there the people that were looking for her would go looking for them too.
She stood up and walked through the kitchen to reach her bedroom, switching the kettle on as she did. She pulled a bag from underneath her bed and proceeded to fill it with her most vital items of clothing. She grabbed her purse from her handbag along with her cellphone and lip gloss. That was quality gloss and she was not leaving it behind, no matter who was chasing her. She shoved them into one of the pockets of the backpack and zipped it up.
The steam brushed against her face right before it floated into the atmosphere and disappeared. She stirred the spoon around the inside of the cup and watched as the clear boiling water became gradually darker and darker.
She didn't know where she was going to go. She was running, of course but where to? It occurred to her that she hadn't really thought this plan through. She had waited till the last possible moment and now it was too late to plan anything, to prepare anywhere for her to stay. She had been in the same place for too long and the people that were chasing her had caught up. And now she had nowhere to turn.
As ever, thank you to my faithful reviewers. (Love Conquers: you're a doll for reviewing this but I'm gonna need an e-mail address to review House of Dreams, which I totally have to do. I would try and explain the complicated workings of my computer but its impossible. It won't let me open new windows so I can't review anybody's fictions unless I have an e-mail address. Basically its screwed up. If you don't wanna give me your e-mail then let me just say here and now with regards to your story...Wow!)
Have a nice day.
***
'I can't believe you actually did that,' Emma laughed. Her friends had shown up mere minutes after the episode with all the pain and since then she had been having a great time. Not seeing her friends in a long while meant they had so much more to talk about and they hadn't been lost for words for an hour and a half.
She stood up and walked over to the bar, swaying slightly as she moved. She knew she should probably be going home soon, she had work early tomorrow but she was having way too much fun. Her life had become so full of stress recently and she had needed the opportunity to calm down, chill out, unwind, whatever term you wanted to use. She had needed space to breathe. And being given that space had lifted the tension from her shoulders.
'Screwdriver, please,' she requested as the barman walked over to her.
'Coming up,' he replied. She smiled in return as he walked away to get her drink but it quickly turned to a frown. She was getting weird vibes off the guy. Earlier, when she had received the flash from someone she had figured that it was just another one of the random ones but now, in retrospect it had been different. It had been like it had happened for a purpose, like she was supposed to get the flash, the connection was meant to happen. Emma had never believed wholeheartedly in fate and destiny but if things were gonna happen for a reason then she was pretty sure she should pay attention and do something about it.
She looked up at the bartender. He had his cellphone held up to his ear and was muttering something into it, something she couldn't quite make out. He looked edgy and it was then that she decided now was definitely the time to be leaving. She walked back to the table her friends were congregated around and made her excuses. She picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder. She looked across at the bartender as she walked out and noticed him watching her. She carried on moving through the bar to the front door and made her way out into the night. It had been raining slightly and she dodged the most major puddles as she made her way back to her apartment.
***
She waited after knocking on the door, with bated breath as she heard sounds from within the room. After talking it all over with Adam Shalimar had decided she needed to talk to Brennan. Adam had checked Brennan out on the new mutant database after vaguely recognizing him but without Brennan's knowledge. Nobody knew if he was aware of the fact that he was so different and Shalimar had been elected (reluctantly) to talk to him about it.
Her head shot up as the door opened. She looked at the figure in the doorway and her breath instantly drew into her chest. Adam had given Brennan the spare room for the night and Brennan was clearly settling in. His jeans were hanging low on his hips, his t-shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing some pretty solid abs.
'Hi,' he said.
'Hi,' Shalimar replied with a smile.
'I was just gonna take a shower.'
'I think we need to talk before that,' Shalimar said.
Brennan looked at her face and realized that they probably did. He wasn't sure how much, if anything she knew. The equipment in the few rooms he had already been in was pretty hot, and he figured anybody who lived in a place like this had to know something.
He turned back into the room and Shalimar walked in behind him, closing the door behind her. Brennan sat on the bed and watched as Shalimar attempted to look for a seat. There weren't any chairs so she, somewhat reluctantly sat down on the edge of the bed.
'Is something wrong?' Brennan asked. She seemed awkward, less at ease than she had been earlier. And considering that earlier she was being chased by two pretty hefty looking guys that was strange. But Brennan was learning to deal with everything that was weird and wonderful. He had always lived in a bizarre world what with his powers and he had heard of Mutant X which is why it hadn't been so much of a suprise when Adam and Jesse had explained it all to him. But he was currently in a room in a mountain.
'You know, don't you?' Shalimar asked. She had been checking out his behaviour all day. Jesse and Adam liked to think that she was sentimental and protective and that she didn't think about the consequences of her actions. But she wasn't as short sighted as they thought. She had been watching Brennan's reactions and he didn't seem all that freaked by everything that had happened. It was like it was part of his everyday life; dodging forces other than the law, accepting things no matter what kind of situation he was in. Only new mutants learnt how to deal with things like that by the time they were in their mid twenties.
'Yes,' Brennan said after a long pause. He figured he could trust Shalimar. She seemed like a good person.
'What kind?'
'You don't know already?'
'Yes, but I'd rather hear it from you.'
Brennan answered by raising his hand and causing the palm to be filled with glinting blue light. Shalimar watched on. She had seen electrical elementals before but he had a certain amount of control over his power that she hadn't seen before, even among the GSAgents who had been trained in that kind of thing.
'You impressed?' he asked.
'Nope,' she replied with a laugh. He smiled back at her.
***
Emma bolted the door behind her and walked through the apartment to reach the living room. She shed her outdoor clothes on the way and sat down on the couch. It wasn't till then that she realised she was shaking. She knew someone would be climbing the stairs to her front door any minute. The guy in the bar hadn't just been talking to the supplier of his beer. She was scared, for herself, for her friends. She was even scared for her family. She never saw her parents, didn't have any brothers or sisters and most of the rest of her family were dead but she had a feeling that if there were any surviving relatives out there the people that were looking for her would go looking for them too.
She stood up and walked through the kitchen to reach her bedroom, switching the kettle on as she did. She pulled a bag from underneath her bed and proceeded to fill it with her most vital items of clothing. She grabbed her purse from her handbag along with her cellphone and lip gloss. That was quality gloss and she was not leaving it behind, no matter who was chasing her. She shoved them into one of the pockets of the backpack and zipped it up.
The steam brushed against her face right before it floated into the atmosphere and disappeared. She stirred the spoon around the inside of the cup and watched as the clear boiling water became gradually darker and darker.
She didn't know where she was going to go. She was running, of course but where to? It occurred to her that she hadn't really thought this plan through. She had waited till the last possible moment and now it was too late to plan anything, to prepare anywhere for her to stay. She had been in the same place for too long and the people that were chasing her had caught up. And now she had nowhere to turn.