Time for the Truth

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Ev woke up with a start, sitting straight up. She immediately felt a spasm of pain in her neck and shoulders and back and. . . everywhere. Probably from her choice of sleeping arrangements.

Ev cricked her neck and felt the familiar crack that made her instantly feel better. She looked around the room she was in. The room of requirement. Ah, the room of requirement. One would have thought she would have just simply conjured a large comfy bed. Nope, not Ev.

After working out for hours into the night, Ev had finally just stopped and laid on the floor, where she had apparently fallen into a dead sleep.

She looked down at herself. She was still wearing her workout clothes and there was a smell of sweat that hung around her.

She thought about a shower and, lo and behold, one appeared behind her. After getting in, she turned it as hot as she could stand and let the hot water slide down her back. Never one to really dawdle, the shower only took about ten minutes.

She dried off as best she could, then summoned up some clothes, blue jeans, a white tank top, underclothes, of course, shoes and socks, and a light blue over shirt. She then sat down at the bench where she had lifted weights.

A sigh escaped her mouth.

What am I going to do? They're going to think I'm a freak. And I am, I had accidentally hurt someone. Remus was so lucky, she thought, he only has to worry about this once a month. I always have to worry about if someone catches me by surprise. Heck, I could have accidentally killed James had I not been restricted so much by where I was. Am I crazy?

Ev groaned, resting her head in her hands and resting her elbows on her knees. Sane people don't question their sanity do they?

Ev groaned and stretched out on her back.

"You gotta stop this, girl," she told herself. "If you're not careful, you might not kill someone at all this year."

She closed her eyes, resting her arm across her forehead.

And this is how Sirius found her, in her state of quiescence. She was humming softly to herself.

"It think we should all run away from school and our friends. It'll be anarchy!" Sirius said.

Ev snapped up from her position, her claws out, ready for anything. When she saw Sirius, she relaxed slightly. "Oh, it's you."

"What? I don't pose a threat?" Sirius said sounding hurt, and a little sarcastic.

"I was expecting you eventually."

Sirius nodded and sat down in a comfy chair. "So . . ."

"What did I do to him?" Ev asked quietly, facing away from him.

He sighed and answered, "You broke his tail bone. Broke his hand. And we believe you cracked a couple of ribs. He says it hurts when he breathes."

"Oh, God!" Ev moaned, rubbing her face and plopping once again down on the bench. "What are they saying?"

"Mostly questions. Wondering why you did it. They know I know something." Sirius added.

"Do they think I'm some sort of freak?"

"If you're asking for the truth . . . yes they do. They believe you did it on purpose."

There was a weighty pause.

"Ev, what was that yesterday? I saw the look in your eyes. They were red. Why? Did you mean to?"

Ev waited before answering and when she didn't, left Sirius with even more questions. "It t'was instinct. I'm like some sort of machine. I have powers of which I have no idea. Some of them make me do things I don't mean to. Mostly I can hold them back. You just can't surprise me too much or I freak."

Sirius nodded as if he fully understood, or as if she could see.

"You shouldn't have run. You should have stayed to explain."

Ev laughed bitterly. "And what, have them accuse me of attacking him?" She whipped around to face him. "I've seen the way they treat us. X-Men. Just because we have something they don't we are always at fault. In their eyes we are not human."

Sirius looked at her and laughed. Ev was first taken aback, but then her face showed anger. "I don't mean to laugh, but you sound just like Remus."

"Remus is different. It only happens to him once a month, the rest of the time he can control it, himself."

Sirius stopped laughing, standing up to at her. "That's not how he'd see it. He thought we'd hate him for being what he was. But, just like you, it wasn't his fault. Shit happens. You are an X-Men and he is a werewolf. That's how life works. I'm sure if they knew about you, they wouldn't think anything about it. Just another thing to deal with. Not a huge matter of importance. Although they would think twice about touching you when you least expect it." He added thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.

Ev smiled slightly and suddenly walked quickly forward. She wrapped her arms around his stomach, leaning on him and muttering, "Thank you."

Sirius was slightly shocked, but then put his arms around her shoulders, her warm shoulders. "No problem," he stated.

Ev pulled back suddenly and Sirius threw up his hands, thinking she was going to hurt him for touching her or something.

Ev just smiled slightly and shook her head. He lowered his hands, feeling like a bumbling fool.

"I want to tell them." Ev whispered. "Everything."

"Are you sure?" Sirius said after a moment's thought.

"Mmm hmmm."

"When?"

"Tonight, and I want you to do it. I don't think I can handle it again."

Sirius opened his mouth. "No. No, no, no, no, NO. No way in hell am I going to do it. Never."

"Please," Ev whimpered, putting on a sad puppy dog face.

"Welllll, I don't know."

"Please, I am asking you."

"Fine, but not tonight. I need time to think about how to tell them. Jesus, how did you tell me? I can't believe you're making me do this. Bitch!" Sirius burst out.

Ev was unruffled. "Next Saturday, then. Alright?"

Sirius nodded mutely.

As he and Ev walked back to the common room, a calm silence staying between them, Sirius thought, What the hell am I doing?

Meanwhile Ev was thinking, What the fuck did I do?

And as she was thinking this, Sirius' thoughts had strayed to Ev. She is so amazing and strong; to be willing to tell them everything. He sneaked a peek at her. She is so pretty too. I'm probably not the first to notice.

He watched her walk. Her over shirt was open, revealing the white tank top underneath, which showed just enough skin to convince Sirius that she did not stuff and was indeed quite strong. She had what you'd call a six-pack. The flat muscled stomach of someone who didn't sit home on a beanbag chair, naked, eating Chocolate Frogs. Ev walked on in her long smooth strides. Her neck was one of the things he had noticed also. So strong looking. Long, but not too long. When she turned her neck just slightly, the strings and muscles flexed. The bones of neck stuck out as Ev cracked her neck with a groan. Beautiful; just the skin of her. So tan and smooth.

Plus, she was so different than other girls he had dated. Most of the girls he had dated, whenever faced with the chance of wearing something other than their uniforms, which weren't very sexy or feminine, chose skirts and dresses, or at least tight pants and other slutty clothes.

Not Ev. Not only had she walked right up to the headmaster and demanded that she wear Muggle clothes all the time, but she was more of a tough girl than the others he knew. Sirius couldn't picture her wearing a dress and giggling, not even anything other than jeans. And he had seen those low riders that made butts look huge. Those weren't for Ev. She was all natural, natural faded jeans, and even though she wore shirts that showed the skin of her stomach and neck, it never seemed slutty, just gorgeous. She didn't seem to shellac her face with makeup. She slouched, swore, was hilarious, beat people up, and was not afraid to say anything on her mind.

And her hair. So dark brown you could call it black. Long enough to reach the middle of her back. It looked so smooth. Her face was so tan and her eyebrows so dark. Her lips were a pinkish color he had never seen. She was definitely stunning, at least in his eyes. If he was to make her laugh or grin, it would make his day.

He liked that she was tough and hardcore, but in some ways she was more vulnerable than other people he knew. Sirius had never heard a story like Ev's. So much had happened to her but she stayed strong. Her life was full of disaster and death and disappointments, and yet she held it in so well.

Still, Sirius thought that the fact that she held stuff back and refused to really cry or be emotional was one of her faults. If you looked at her eyes, closely, you could see they were full of pain and her eyes looked ringed with the sadness of her past.

Sirius knew all that he could about her from what she had told him, he had studied her from the day she had told him. But he had no idea how he felt about her. Sometimes he thought it was just a close friendship from the fact that she had told only him of her past, others he thought it was more. Like when she'd look at him after making a joke or teasing someone, and her eyes would be lit with mirth and mischief. It was these moments that made Sirius want her to be more to him than friends.

What the hell am I doing? He thought again.