Summary: They have dinner and Desiree has yet another dream...
Desiree grinned softly to the aging man as her brother took the seat beside her. The restaraunt's heavy glow gave it an eerie aura that Desiree didn't like. It never seemed like this when she'd been here on dates...why was it different tonight? She began to play with a loose curl as her brother adjusted himself. Gero had an evil smirk playing at his lips and neither of the twins could figure out why.
"As you both know, this meeting is for a promotion correct?"
The two nodded.
"Well, I have been watching you both with a great deal of fascination. I don't mean to sound like I'm brown nosing or anything, but you two are perfect."
Desiree grinned modestly. "Doctor Gero, I doubt that we are perfect." Dameon held up a hand. "Let the man talk, Desiree." Gero chuckled as Desiree examined her menu. A young man of about seventeen came up to the table, darting every glance he could at Desiree. "What...what can I start you off with, uhh, sir?" Gero ordered quietly while Desiree glanced at Dameon. "So we're perfect now are we?" she whispered. Dameon shrugged and ordered a glass of water. "Same please," smiled Desiree. The boy nearly fainted.
"As I was saying, you two are extrodinaryly smart. I know that you both have a university set up already, but I was wondering if I could ask something of you?" The two just stared with emotionless eyes. "I am currently running an experiment on chyrogenisis. I was hoping to have some test patients who could give me intelligent answers on their reactions to the tests, yet none have prevailed."
Dameon frowned. "So you want US to be your guinea pigs??" Desiree mocked her brother's glare and leaned on her palms. Gero waved off the teen's words. "No, no Dameon. You two are far too smart to do anything of the sort. I'm proposing that you both go under a few minor tests which will be monitored every millisecond of the day."
Desiree frowned, it still seemed like being a guinea pig to her. "How long are the tests?" Gero shrugged. "Roughly twenty four hours. But, the raise will be enormous. Here are a few papers to look over....Now, shall we eat?" Desiree glanced to the thick stack of papers. Dameon snatched them away before the waiter returned. "What will it be?"
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Dinner went by smoothly for the rest of the evening, and as the twins rode home, neither felt like talking. Desiree's mind was spinning a million miles a minute. She remembered Gero's parting words. "Tell me your decision in the morning, for the tests begin immediately." She shuddered. What if the tests went wrong? What were the consequences? "Would you drive like a normal human?!" spat Dameon. Desiree swerved back into her lane. "Sorry," she muttered, not at the least bit willing to argue with her brother. She had more important things to think about at the moment.
She pulled into the driveway and again, the two remained silent. Meryl came running out in her pajamas, smiling broadly. She leaned against a porch post and asked calmly, "How was it?" Desiree shrugged indifferently. "Alright I guess." Dameon grunted in reply. Their mother watched the two before she re-entered the house.
Already Dameon was in the shower and Desiree was stepping back out into the hall in a pair of blue boxers and tanktop. She walked to her mother and patted her shoulder. "Night Mom." Meryl smiled softly. "G'night Desiree." She then felt the sudden impulse to say, "I love you." Desiree stopped on her way up the steps to turn around. She smiled. "I love you too Mom."
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Dameon knocked on Desiree's door after his shower, the fresh scent of Dial following him. "Come in," she called softly. He found her sitting on her bed, Indian-style, with the stack of papers at her lap. "Mom said she loved me." Desiree chuckled. "She said the same to me too." Dameon sat down beside his sister. Desiree looked at him, his raven black hair falling into his crystalline eyes. "What are you thinking?" she asked quietly. Dameon sighed heavily. "Whether this promotion is worth it." Desiree gathered the papers up and set them down onto her desk.
"I'm going to sleep on it."
Dameon nodded, rising up as she curled underneath the maroon covers. "Night," she whispered. He waved hasitly before shutting her door behind him. Desiree breathed in the scent of his cologne. Her brother always had a great taste in fashion, including cologne. She rolled onto her side and decided to dream away Gero. And dream she did.
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"Grandma, tell us another story!" grinned the little girl. Her bright green eyes glowed with expectation. Desiree looked at her withering hands as she rocked gently in her rocking chair, the gold bang that signified marriage was now a dull yellow. "Well darling, I haven't much to say." The little girl frowned, glancing to her twin sibling who's eyes were blue. "But great Uncle Dameon has tons of stories."
"'Cause he has so much money!" added the blue eyed twin. Desiree sighed wearily, her gray hair falling forward. "Your Uncle Dameon dear, took tests and made money. I didn't."
The little girls sighed before their eyes lit up. "Uncle Dameon!" theysquealed. Feet away stood her brother, flawless as he was when seventeen. He embraced them lovingly. He had a certain glow of wisdom and knowledge that only the elderly held. "Hi Desiree," he whispered. He helped her up slowly as she felt her entire body shake with the aftermath of using it. "Time for your soup," he coaxed. Desiree glanced in a passing mirror. Her face was so gaunt and old that she shivered in her brother's strong hold. She sat down slowly, her hips popping. "If only you'd taken the tests," he muttered.
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Desiree jerked awake. She glanced at the alarm clock and read four thirty. It was far too early to be up. The soft sound of rain patted against her window. It was then that she remembered her dream. She had to admit that it was a bit immature but it did get the message across. She picked up the huge stack of papers and signed every place neccessary. She fell back onto her bed and soon drowsiness captured her once again.
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Fiona stood over her grandfather's shoulder with an angry glare. "Grandfather, don't you think these dream pills are a bit over the edge? Do you seriously think that those things will convince them to sign your papers?" Gero shrugged, shutting off all the computers. "We'll find out tomorrow, won't we?" Fiona glared. "Grandfather, please! This is really getting out of hand! You expect them to climb into those...those things?! They don't even look like a human would sit in them, more like some cheap sci-fi movie!!"
Gero let an old hand glide over the green glass of the egg shaped pod. "It's genius, Fiona. Someday, when you are the richest woman around, you will thank me." He flipped off the light with smirk.
Fiona let out a small sniffle in the darkness. "But I don't want riches." Gero quirked a white brow. "Oh? Then what do you want?" Fiona bit back tears as he turned around. "See, even you don't know what you want. Teenagers..."
Fiona watched him leave with hate. "Yes I do," she whimpered, "I want Dameon.
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A/N: Hmm, what's gonna happen next? :P
Desiree grinned softly to the aging man as her brother took the seat beside her. The restaraunt's heavy glow gave it an eerie aura that Desiree didn't like. It never seemed like this when she'd been here on dates...why was it different tonight? She began to play with a loose curl as her brother adjusted himself. Gero had an evil smirk playing at his lips and neither of the twins could figure out why.
"As you both know, this meeting is for a promotion correct?"
The two nodded.
"Well, I have been watching you both with a great deal of fascination. I don't mean to sound like I'm brown nosing or anything, but you two are perfect."
Desiree grinned modestly. "Doctor Gero, I doubt that we are perfect." Dameon held up a hand. "Let the man talk, Desiree." Gero chuckled as Desiree examined her menu. A young man of about seventeen came up to the table, darting every glance he could at Desiree. "What...what can I start you off with, uhh, sir?" Gero ordered quietly while Desiree glanced at Dameon. "So we're perfect now are we?" she whispered. Dameon shrugged and ordered a glass of water. "Same please," smiled Desiree. The boy nearly fainted.
"As I was saying, you two are extrodinaryly smart. I know that you both have a university set up already, but I was wondering if I could ask something of you?" The two just stared with emotionless eyes. "I am currently running an experiment on chyrogenisis. I was hoping to have some test patients who could give me intelligent answers on their reactions to the tests, yet none have prevailed."
Dameon frowned. "So you want US to be your guinea pigs??" Desiree mocked her brother's glare and leaned on her palms. Gero waved off the teen's words. "No, no Dameon. You two are far too smart to do anything of the sort. I'm proposing that you both go under a few minor tests which will be monitored every millisecond of the day."
Desiree frowned, it still seemed like being a guinea pig to her. "How long are the tests?" Gero shrugged. "Roughly twenty four hours. But, the raise will be enormous. Here are a few papers to look over....Now, shall we eat?" Desiree glanced to the thick stack of papers. Dameon snatched them away before the waiter returned. "What will it be?"
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Dinner went by smoothly for the rest of the evening, and as the twins rode home, neither felt like talking. Desiree's mind was spinning a million miles a minute. She remembered Gero's parting words. "Tell me your decision in the morning, for the tests begin immediately." She shuddered. What if the tests went wrong? What were the consequences? "Would you drive like a normal human?!" spat Dameon. Desiree swerved back into her lane. "Sorry," she muttered, not at the least bit willing to argue with her brother. She had more important things to think about at the moment.
She pulled into the driveway and again, the two remained silent. Meryl came running out in her pajamas, smiling broadly. She leaned against a porch post and asked calmly, "How was it?" Desiree shrugged indifferently. "Alright I guess." Dameon grunted in reply. Their mother watched the two before she re-entered the house.
Already Dameon was in the shower and Desiree was stepping back out into the hall in a pair of blue boxers and tanktop. She walked to her mother and patted her shoulder. "Night Mom." Meryl smiled softly. "G'night Desiree." She then felt the sudden impulse to say, "I love you." Desiree stopped on her way up the steps to turn around. She smiled. "I love you too Mom."
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Dameon knocked on Desiree's door after his shower, the fresh scent of Dial following him. "Come in," she called softly. He found her sitting on her bed, Indian-style, with the stack of papers at her lap. "Mom said she loved me." Desiree chuckled. "She said the same to me too." Dameon sat down beside his sister. Desiree looked at him, his raven black hair falling into his crystalline eyes. "What are you thinking?" she asked quietly. Dameon sighed heavily. "Whether this promotion is worth it." Desiree gathered the papers up and set them down onto her desk.
"I'm going to sleep on it."
Dameon nodded, rising up as she curled underneath the maroon covers. "Night," she whispered. He waved hasitly before shutting her door behind him. Desiree breathed in the scent of his cologne. Her brother always had a great taste in fashion, including cologne. She rolled onto her side and decided to dream away Gero. And dream she did.
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"Grandma, tell us another story!" grinned the little girl. Her bright green eyes glowed with expectation. Desiree looked at her withering hands as she rocked gently in her rocking chair, the gold bang that signified marriage was now a dull yellow. "Well darling, I haven't much to say." The little girl frowned, glancing to her twin sibling who's eyes were blue. "But great Uncle Dameon has tons of stories."
"'Cause he has so much money!" added the blue eyed twin. Desiree sighed wearily, her gray hair falling forward. "Your Uncle Dameon dear, took tests and made money. I didn't."
The little girls sighed before their eyes lit up. "Uncle Dameon!" theysquealed. Feet away stood her brother, flawless as he was when seventeen. He embraced them lovingly. He had a certain glow of wisdom and knowledge that only the elderly held. "Hi Desiree," he whispered. He helped her up slowly as she felt her entire body shake with the aftermath of using it. "Time for your soup," he coaxed. Desiree glanced in a passing mirror. Her face was so gaunt and old that she shivered in her brother's strong hold. She sat down slowly, her hips popping. "If only you'd taken the tests," he muttered.
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Desiree jerked awake. She glanced at the alarm clock and read four thirty. It was far too early to be up. The soft sound of rain patted against her window. It was then that she remembered her dream. She had to admit that it was a bit immature but it did get the message across. She picked up the huge stack of papers and signed every place neccessary. She fell back onto her bed and soon drowsiness captured her once again.
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Fiona stood over her grandfather's shoulder with an angry glare. "Grandfather, don't you think these dream pills are a bit over the edge? Do you seriously think that those things will convince them to sign your papers?" Gero shrugged, shutting off all the computers. "We'll find out tomorrow, won't we?" Fiona glared. "Grandfather, please! This is really getting out of hand! You expect them to climb into those...those things?! They don't even look like a human would sit in them, more like some cheap sci-fi movie!!"
Gero let an old hand glide over the green glass of the egg shaped pod. "It's genius, Fiona. Someday, when you are the richest woman around, you will thank me." He flipped off the light with smirk.
Fiona let out a small sniffle in the darkness. "But I don't want riches." Gero quirked a white brow. "Oh? Then what do you want?" Fiona bit back tears as he turned around. "See, even you don't know what you want. Teenagers..."
Fiona watched him leave with hate. "Yes I do," she whimpered, "I want Dameon.
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A/N: Hmm, what's gonna happen next? :P