Title: Paths of the Past: Chapter Six
Author: Stormhawk
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word Count: 1677
Notes: The drug is completely made up.
Please read and Review.
Two days later.
Jessica crawled out of the bed she was sleeping in and walked down to the kitchen. She opened the fridge door and pulled out a beer, shrieking when she realized she wasn't alone.
She held the bottle by it's neck like a weapon.
"I'm a friend of Brad."
"Phix I assume?"
"Brad's girlfriend of the week I assume."
"Jessica."
"Beer at 3am?"
"Well what the hell are you doing?" she asked as she turned on the kitchen light.
"I'm smoking 'One flew over the cuckoo's nest' I figure it must be good for something, it's a bad read."
"You're smoking a book?" She asked him, he was stocky and short, frizzy brown hair and was wearing a leather jacket.
"And I snort snow as well, you?"
"Whatever I can get my hands on."
"Brave little girl."
"Probably."
Phix pulled a small packet out of his top right pocket. Small orange pills about the size of a jellybean. "This...is the ultimate."
"What is it?"
"It's everything. A combination of everything all put into this one pill."
"Give me one."
"Manners Jessica."
"Fine then. Please."
"This could very well kill you."
"At least I'd get the ultimate rush first."
"These aren't cheap. Takes a lot to put them together."
"What do you want Phix?"
"That Rollex our mutual friend has should do. Bring it to me at this address tomorrow," he slipped her a business card, took her beer and walked out the back door.
Jessica got another beer, downed it and went back up to bed. Brad was spread out and well and truly knocked out. She took the opportunity to find the Rollex in his draw and slip it into her jeans pocket. She then pushed him over and retrieved her pillow.
The next day she slipped out in the afternoon while the guys were out buying various supplies for the next party. Taking a cab, paid for by some cash she had found in Brad's room she pulled up at the run down building Phix had given as his address.
The cab pulled away and he appeared at the door. He handed her a singular pill in a plastic packet and accepted the Rollex before disappearing.
Jessica looked around, finally she was somewhere that was a little more familiar. She walked for a while until she came to a closed motel that she knew of. It looked like it had been in a fire so she kicked in the door and made her way down to the cement basement.
This place was a good place for taking drugs; no one else ever came there. Resting up against the concrete wall she popped the pill into her mouth and tasted it before swallowing it.
For a few moments nothing happened and she was planning on going back to Phix and getting the Rollex back, at least then she could get something that would affect her somehow.
Then it happened.
The effects happened all at once. She saw in colours she had never imagined before, and then lapsed into hallucinations. The room spun so much that she threw up. Her skin felt like it was being burned before it was replaced by a crawling sensation.
She could feel her brain going haywire as it tried to process everything. Screaming, she felt her brain start to shut down, it was too much.
***
The bug in her started to transmit information.
***
She felt everything stop. She wasn't even sure if she was breathing anymore. Thinking the effects were over she tried to relax when the second wave hit.
Her vision blacked out then came back. There was the roar of a 747 jet in her ears. She felt like she was being punched.
She started to spasm and blood came from her mouth.
"No!" she screamed, "No!"
All the activity in her brain ceased. Then with a jolt restarted.
***
Smith read the readout from the bug and quickly shifted.
***
The body lay there without a soul as two lost girls were somewhere within it. For the moment it was no one.
"Oh no," Someone said as it leant down beside her. "Stevie?"
Stevie. Happy now that she was home. Part of a family.
"Or is it still you Jessica?"
Jessica. Street person. Drug addict. No family and too many boyfriends.
The voice took on a note of desperation, "Would one of you please answer me? Stevie if you can hear me, please don't leave me. Come back."
One soul reclaimed the body and the other died for good.
"Dad?" she whispered voicelessly, and he wasn't even sure he heard it.
"Stevie?"
The process was slower this time but she slowly changed until he was looking at his daughter. She opened her blue eyes and looked into the ones that shared the same shade.
"Dad?"
He picked her up and cradled her, "I'm here Stevie."
"I hurt."
"It's ok, I'm going to get you help. Just rest for me."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He shifted to her bedroom and gently laid her down in her bed, requiring her into fresh clothes. He instantly studied some files and required a needle full of a substance that would cleanse her of all the drugs and alcohol that Jessica had ingested. It would feel horrible but it was indeed for the best.
He brushed the hair from her face and wiped all the dirt from it with a warm towel.
He touched his earpiece, "Stef?"
^Yeah?^
"Stevie's back."
She was in the room in less than a second. Relief flooded over her face as she saw the teen resting. She reached down and squeezed Stevie's hand, making sure she was real then hugged Smith.
"I knew we'd get her back."
"This is going to take some time for everything to go back to normal. Getting all the drugs out of her system will take at least a week."
"I've got to go tell the guys."
"Shh...don't wake her."
"I won't, I'm not making promises about everyone else."
She found Cray first, who was walking up the stairs depressively shoving a chocolate muffin into his mouth. "She's back!" Stef said as loudly as she dared. "She's in her room!"
Cray dropped the muffin and ran for her room. Stef shifted upstairs and pulled Darth from beneath his bed where he was retrieving a missing sock, leant down and kissed him then pulled him to his feet.
"That was quite a welcome."
"Stevie's back!" Then they both ran down the stairs and into her room. Smith had his hand clamped over Cray's mouth and the Smurf was slowly turning blue while trying to mumble something.
"If you stop talking I'll let you go," Cray finally shut up and stopped talking. "She needs to sleep."
He nodded and Smith released him. He required chairs for them all and they just waited. They would look up at every little sound she made but she didn't wake up for two hours and when she did, she didn't see any of them before running to the bathroom.
She threw up and cleansed herself of all the drugs and alcohol that were in her system, needless to say she was a little woozy by the end of it. When he was sure she was finished Smith picked her back up and carried her back to her bed.
She was more confused than anything, "What happened to me?" she asked as she sat on the edge of her bed looking around at the people in her room.
"You don't remember?" Smith asked concernedly.
"No, it's all too fuzzy. I don't even know what day this is. And I feel really sick."
Cray sat down beside her and hugged her gently around the shoulder, "We thought we lost you."
"What happened?"
Smith looked at the others then back to her, "You were sick Stevie. We weren't sure if you were going to pull through."
"Am I ok now?"
"Yes."
"Can I go back to sleep?"
"Of course you can," he said as he tried to shoo the others out but Stef got past him.
Hugging her as tightly as she dared, she smiled, "Everything's going to be ok."
"I'm glad."
"Stef..."
"I'm going Smith I'm going."
He shut the door behind them and looked down at Stevie, "do you want me to stay or go?"
"Please stay."
He sat down beside her, "you can sleep now, I promise that you're ok."
"Dad? Could you read me a story just till I fall asleep? I know it's kiddy but..."
"What story would you like?"
"Peter Pan."
He smiled and required a copy of the book.
*****
It was dark when she opened her eyes again, and her dad was sitting right there by her side. She flicked the lamp on.
"I wasn't sick was I?"
He didn't answer for a moment. "What makes you think that?"
"I got some flashes of memories...they weren't a dream, I could tell the difference. But they weren't mine."
"I guess this talk doesn't have to wait until you're a hundred and three years old."
"You're going to tell me?"
"If you want me to."
"I think it would be for the best."
He sighed, "Before you were born, your body belong to a girl named Jessica. She was a street person and therefore a good candidate for the project. She resurfaced and took over you, you were her for a few days and we weren't sure if we were going to get you back. She took an exceedingly powerful drug that basically killed her. Without your soul to take over your body simply would have died."
"So...that wasn't me doing all those things I remember?"
"No, whatever you have remnants of memories of are things that she, not you, did."
"And how I acted at the party?"
"Your...aberrant behaviour was caused by her memories coming to the surface."
"But there's nothing to worry about now?"
"No, nothing at all."
"Dad...I'm glad to be home."
"So am I."
The End.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Aww...a happy ending. Coolies.
Author: Stormhawk
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word Count: 1677
Notes: The drug is completely made up.
Please read and Review.
Two days later.
Jessica crawled out of the bed she was sleeping in and walked down to the kitchen. She opened the fridge door and pulled out a beer, shrieking when she realized she wasn't alone.
She held the bottle by it's neck like a weapon.
"I'm a friend of Brad."
"Phix I assume?"
"Brad's girlfriend of the week I assume."
"Jessica."
"Beer at 3am?"
"Well what the hell are you doing?" she asked as she turned on the kitchen light.
"I'm smoking 'One flew over the cuckoo's nest' I figure it must be good for something, it's a bad read."
"You're smoking a book?" She asked him, he was stocky and short, frizzy brown hair and was wearing a leather jacket.
"And I snort snow as well, you?"
"Whatever I can get my hands on."
"Brave little girl."
"Probably."
Phix pulled a small packet out of his top right pocket. Small orange pills about the size of a jellybean. "This...is the ultimate."
"What is it?"
"It's everything. A combination of everything all put into this one pill."
"Give me one."
"Manners Jessica."
"Fine then. Please."
"This could very well kill you."
"At least I'd get the ultimate rush first."
"These aren't cheap. Takes a lot to put them together."
"What do you want Phix?"
"That Rollex our mutual friend has should do. Bring it to me at this address tomorrow," he slipped her a business card, took her beer and walked out the back door.
Jessica got another beer, downed it and went back up to bed. Brad was spread out and well and truly knocked out. She took the opportunity to find the Rollex in his draw and slip it into her jeans pocket. She then pushed him over and retrieved her pillow.
The next day she slipped out in the afternoon while the guys were out buying various supplies for the next party. Taking a cab, paid for by some cash she had found in Brad's room she pulled up at the run down building Phix had given as his address.
The cab pulled away and he appeared at the door. He handed her a singular pill in a plastic packet and accepted the Rollex before disappearing.
Jessica looked around, finally she was somewhere that was a little more familiar. She walked for a while until she came to a closed motel that she knew of. It looked like it had been in a fire so she kicked in the door and made her way down to the cement basement.
This place was a good place for taking drugs; no one else ever came there. Resting up against the concrete wall she popped the pill into her mouth and tasted it before swallowing it.
For a few moments nothing happened and she was planning on going back to Phix and getting the Rollex back, at least then she could get something that would affect her somehow.
Then it happened.
The effects happened all at once. She saw in colours she had never imagined before, and then lapsed into hallucinations. The room spun so much that she threw up. Her skin felt like it was being burned before it was replaced by a crawling sensation.
She could feel her brain going haywire as it tried to process everything. Screaming, she felt her brain start to shut down, it was too much.
***
The bug in her started to transmit information.
***
She felt everything stop. She wasn't even sure if she was breathing anymore. Thinking the effects were over she tried to relax when the second wave hit.
Her vision blacked out then came back. There was the roar of a 747 jet in her ears. She felt like she was being punched.
She started to spasm and blood came from her mouth.
"No!" she screamed, "No!"
All the activity in her brain ceased. Then with a jolt restarted.
***
Smith read the readout from the bug and quickly shifted.
***
The body lay there without a soul as two lost girls were somewhere within it. For the moment it was no one.
"Oh no," Someone said as it leant down beside her. "Stevie?"
Stevie. Happy now that she was home. Part of a family.
"Or is it still you Jessica?"
Jessica. Street person. Drug addict. No family and too many boyfriends.
The voice took on a note of desperation, "Would one of you please answer me? Stevie if you can hear me, please don't leave me. Come back."
One soul reclaimed the body and the other died for good.
"Dad?" she whispered voicelessly, and he wasn't even sure he heard it.
"Stevie?"
The process was slower this time but she slowly changed until he was looking at his daughter. She opened her blue eyes and looked into the ones that shared the same shade.
"Dad?"
He picked her up and cradled her, "I'm here Stevie."
"I hurt."
"It's ok, I'm going to get you help. Just rest for me."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He shifted to her bedroom and gently laid her down in her bed, requiring her into fresh clothes. He instantly studied some files and required a needle full of a substance that would cleanse her of all the drugs and alcohol that Jessica had ingested. It would feel horrible but it was indeed for the best.
He brushed the hair from her face and wiped all the dirt from it with a warm towel.
He touched his earpiece, "Stef?"
^Yeah?^
"Stevie's back."
She was in the room in less than a second. Relief flooded over her face as she saw the teen resting. She reached down and squeezed Stevie's hand, making sure she was real then hugged Smith.
"I knew we'd get her back."
"This is going to take some time for everything to go back to normal. Getting all the drugs out of her system will take at least a week."
"I've got to go tell the guys."
"Shh...don't wake her."
"I won't, I'm not making promises about everyone else."
She found Cray first, who was walking up the stairs depressively shoving a chocolate muffin into his mouth. "She's back!" Stef said as loudly as she dared. "She's in her room!"
Cray dropped the muffin and ran for her room. Stef shifted upstairs and pulled Darth from beneath his bed where he was retrieving a missing sock, leant down and kissed him then pulled him to his feet.
"That was quite a welcome."
"Stevie's back!" Then they both ran down the stairs and into her room. Smith had his hand clamped over Cray's mouth and the Smurf was slowly turning blue while trying to mumble something.
"If you stop talking I'll let you go," Cray finally shut up and stopped talking. "She needs to sleep."
He nodded and Smith released him. He required chairs for them all and they just waited. They would look up at every little sound she made but she didn't wake up for two hours and when she did, she didn't see any of them before running to the bathroom.
She threw up and cleansed herself of all the drugs and alcohol that were in her system, needless to say she was a little woozy by the end of it. When he was sure she was finished Smith picked her back up and carried her back to her bed.
She was more confused than anything, "What happened to me?" she asked as she sat on the edge of her bed looking around at the people in her room.
"You don't remember?" Smith asked concernedly.
"No, it's all too fuzzy. I don't even know what day this is. And I feel really sick."
Cray sat down beside her and hugged her gently around the shoulder, "We thought we lost you."
"What happened?"
Smith looked at the others then back to her, "You were sick Stevie. We weren't sure if you were going to pull through."
"Am I ok now?"
"Yes."
"Can I go back to sleep?"
"Of course you can," he said as he tried to shoo the others out but Stef got past him.
Hugging her as tightly as she dared, she smiled, "Everything's going to be ok."
"I'm glad."
"Stef..."
"I'm going Smith I'm going."
He shut the door behind them and looked down at Stevie, "do you want me to stay or go?"
"Please stay."
He sat down beside her, "you can sleep now, I promise that you're ok."
"Dad? Could you read me a story just till I fall asleep? I know it's kiddy but..."
"What story would you like?"
"Peter Pan."
He smiled and required a copy of the book.
*****
It was dark when she opened her eyes again, and her dad was sitting right there by her side. She flicked the lamp on.
"I wasn't sick was I?"
He didn't answer for a moment. "What makes you think that?"
"I got some flashes of memories...they weren't a dream, I could tell the difference. But they weren't mine."
"I guess this talk doesn't have to wait until you're a hundred and three years old."
"You're going to tell me?"
"If you want me to."
"I think it would be for the best."
He sighed, "Before you were born, your body belong to a girl named Jessica. She was a street person and therefore a good candidate for the project. She resurfaced and took over you, you were her for a few days and we weren't sure if we were going to get you back. She took an exceedingly powerful drug that basically killed her. Without your soul to take over your body simply would have died."
"So...that wasn't me doing all those things I remember?"
"No, whatever you have remnants of memories of are things that she, not you, did."
"And how I acted at the party?"
"Your...aberrant behaviour was caused by her memories coming to the surface."
"But there's nothing to worry about now?"
"No, nothing at all."
"Dad...I'm glad to be home."
"So am I."
The End.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Aww...a happy ending. Coolies.