Chapter 13
Trouble in paradise!
"Sounds like its going to be a long vacation," Christy muttered on the deck later that afternoon.
"Patrick doesn't seem like the happiest person right now," Shaun pointed out.
"I thought Samantha being back would have put an end to that depression bull," Clone Paul muttered.
"Me too, which makes me wonder why they are fighting. You'd think they would have understood each other and picked up where they left off, like nothing happened," Christy said thoughtfully.
"He's too proud to admit he needs help guys, you have to understand this is the same friend that had to go through what happened in the mountain," Diss said pointedly.
"What happened mate?" Kid asked him attentive.
"I'm not ready to say and the others probably won't say themselves. I promise I'll explain it when we are all ready," Diss sighed.
The group had amassed minus Steena, Patrick, and Samantha. They were sitting on lounge chairs on the upper deck in a ring so they could talk to each other.
"The guy is a walking time bomb and look what happened when we let him out of our sight, he got us all in trouble," Christy said bitterly.
"Not true Christy, that was all Eric," Shaun retorted.
"Patrick, Eric, it's all the same right now. The only sane one of the three is Diss here," Christy said pointing at Diss.
"Don't assume what you don't know Christy," Diss said quietly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Christy asked getting red in the face.
"I'm under the same strain. I'm just hiding it, but think of it like this, would you be in a good mood after being tortured for two weeks straight and going through the life we lived?"
"I guess not," Christy conceded.
"Well mates, you'd think that Patrick would be happy to be reunited with his old Sheila, especially when he specifically asks for her ta come back," Kid said sagely.
"The answer to that one is obvious, doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's doing," Paul replied.
"The entity Patrick Eric Dissinger, all three parts of him, has feelings for Samantha. It was obvious from the way he took her tirade and didn't hit back. How many times have you seen Patrick wallop someone for touching him wrong?" Shaun said authoritatively.
"Well no duh Shaun, I could have told you that, the real question is that those two know about some deal Patrick was offered. I want to know what the heck that deal was," Diss said quickly.
"Oh wow, that is a good point," Both Shauns said in agreement.
Christy unconsciously wrapped an arm around Diss' waist. He merely took her hand and squeezed it gently. "You got to think, if they brought back my dead Ex-girlfriend, it had to be something serious," He went on.
"What do you think mate?" Kid asked.
"Yeah Diss, what would do to get back Samantha? What could get you to do what an Aryan wants?" Shaun replied.
Diss looked down for a second. Christy whispered something in his ear and he nodded, "I'm being blunt when I say this guys. I probably would have done anything to get her back; I think Patrick may have sold himself to get her. Think about it, he suddenly remembers his past and shows signs of training far beyond anything the other masters showed us. He has been showing incredible power behind his elemental powers, not the least including the fact that he has the fiery temper to back them up."
"The only question is when did they buy him?" Shaun asked.
Kid looked down a second before replying to the surprise of the others, "Back on tha beach after tha challenge for leadership. It looked like Patrick was talking ta someone then he just went back ta stargazing. At the time I thought nothing of it mates, but if I had ta wager when, that'd be my best guess."
"He was alone for a period of time, long enough to deal then go to bed," Diss replied.
"Yeah mate, that and he seemed to be depressed, like he had done something terrible," Kid edged in.
"Lets not forget the next morning he collapsed, then woke up remembering everything," clone Paul pointed out.
"Well its clear, the guy has become a turncoat, for a girl none-the-less," Shaun said sighing.
"I don't think he's a traitor," Diss said in warning. It may not be him but associating his clone with the Aryans was enough to get him started.
"Think about it, we go to Chronopolis which Belthazar practically told us is Aryan controlled. Then all he has to do is trap us there and we never finish off the FATE computer. The Aryans would do anything to make sure that thing stays online, even if it means bribing one of our guys," Shaun retorted.
"You Honestly expect me to believe that Patrick, The man that helped you out of more jams than anyone during the last adventure, is plotting against the group after showing a track record of always putting rule one into effect?" Christy said dangerously.
"I don't want to believe it anymore than you do, but the evidence is all there," Shaun replied.
"But we're also assuming a lot. Just because last dimension the Aryans control Chronopolis doesn't mean that this time around they do," Diss said pointedly.
Clone Paul broke the ensuing silence, "All we're saying is the possibility is there, we should watch our backs if anything. A little paranoia never hurt anyone."
~*~
Paul walked into his room with Steena who was changing.
"Don't you ever knock?" She yelled running into the bathroom.
"Not that I never saw anything. . ." Paul mumbled to himself. "Listen, I think you and I should talk. We seem to be. . . drifting." Steena laughed.
"No Kidding." She quipped. "Took ya long enough to figure it out, or did you have Miguel do the work for you?" Paul grew angry but tried to remain calm.
"Look, is it just my randomness and nothing else that bothers you? Cause if it is I'll try to be less random." Steena sighed.
"Yes. I already told you this."
"So that's all then. Stop being random and we'll get along just fine." Paul said closing his eyes relaxing.
"Yeah. Exactly." She said getting annoyed. "If you're gonna go to sleep why don't you use our bed?" Paul looked at her strangely.
"What's up with you?" Paul asked getting angry.
"GEE, I WONDER?" Paul could feel the anger in him rise to a boiling point. Thunder began to bellow in the sky. "Don't pull this thunder crap on me. I don't care how angry you are." Paul was just about to explode. Paul got up and was about to leave. "I HATE IT WHEN YOU JUST LEAVE WHEN THINGS DON'T GO YOUR WAY!" she yelled at him. Paul was pushed over the edge.
"WHAT THE HELL IS STUCK UP WITH YOU?" Paul yelled.
"YOU!" Steena yelled getting up.
"ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS TALK! AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS MAKE RUDE COMMENTS ABOUT ME! YOU CHANGED STEENA, YOU CHANGED!"
"If only you knew. . ." She said sniffling.
"Why are we fighting?" Paul asked calming down.
"Cause you're a moron!" Steena said defensively. She then picked up a pillow and threw it at Paul. Paul looked at her and left. Steena wondered what made her say something so stupid.
~*~
Patrick sighed as he walked the halls; his friends were giving him strange looks whenever he walked around. He tried to confront them a couple of times, and they just gave him a funny look and a strange excuse.
He was so completely lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the person coming around the corner and smacked right into them. There was a tangle of bodies until Patrick realized just who he was entangled with.
"Watch where you're going," Samantha said hotly.
"Sorry," Patrick muttered getting up and dusting himself off. He offered her his hand only to find she got up entirely without it. He started to walk away when she twirled him around.
"You still haven't answered my question," She said quickly.
"What question? I didn't know you asked me one," Patrick replied.
"Don't play coy with me, I asked you why me? Out of everything you were offered, why me?" She replied.
"I'm not answering that," Patrick growled before he shrugged off her hand and continued to move. He was again stopped by her.
"Does this have anything to do with what happened in Temple Diablo?" Samantha asked.
"Which time?" Patrick replied grinning. He would just turn the questions on her.
"The last time," Samantha growled.
"Maybe yes, maybe no, I already told you I answer to no one. So don't expect to get an answer out of me."
"Figures you'd hide the truth, you've changed," She replied stiffly.
Patrick finally felt his temper being let out she had hit a button, "Why the hell does everyone keep telling me that. First my friends now you! I'm sick of it! Just shut up and let me live my life in peace!"
"Well, you know me Patrick. You know everything about me, so maybe you should tell me why I would be making that statement," Samantha said slowly.
"Listen I don't like who I was I'm constantly fighting the urge to re- become who I was. I can't tolerate things very well while I'm fighting myself," He said sighing as he leaned against the wall. All he heard was silence until he felt her hand wrap around his shoulders.
"Patrick, I know how tiring it must be to fight it, but have you ever thought about giving in?" She whispered softly.
"What? And become like Eric?" He stammered.
"Patrick, I put my past to rest by not fighting it but accepting it. I know who I was, and I know what I can be. The only difference is I'm not asking you to become Eric, but accept that he is as much a part of you as you are him," Samantha said slowly.
"So your saying accept what I was, and move on like nothings different?" He asked confused.
"That's all I'm saying. By making boundaries for yourself, you limit yourself to that small frame of action. Step out of the box," She said softly.
"I'm not ready yet, just give me time. I'll come out soon," He said as he removed her arm from his shoulders and wandered off. She watched him go as she felt something explode in her.
"I hope so Patrick; you mean a lot more to me than I probably let off," Samantha whispered.
Trouble in paradise!
"Sounds like its going to be a long vacation," Christy muttered on the deck later that afternoon.
"Patrick doesn't seem like the happiest person right now," Shaun pointed out.
"I thought Samantha being back would have put an end to that depression bull," Clone Paul muttered.
"Me too, which makes me wonder why they are fighting. You'd think they would have understood each other and picked up where they left off, like nothing happened," Christy said thoughtfully.
"He's too proud to admit he needs help guys, you have to understand this is the same friend that had to go through what happened in the mountain," Diss said pointedly.
"What happened mate?" Kid asked him attentive.
"I'm not ready to say and the others probably won't say themselves. I promise I'll explain it when we are all ready," Diss sighed.
The group had amassed minus Steena, Patrick, and Samantha. They were sitting on lounge chairs on the upper deck in a ring so they could talk to each other.
"The guy is a walking time bomb and look what happened when we let him out of our sight, he got us all in trouble," Christy said bitterly.
"Not true Christy, that was all Eric," Shaun retorted.
"Patrick, Eric, it's all the same right now. The only sane one of the three is Diss here," Christy said pointing at Diss.
"Don't assume what you don't know Christy," Diss said quietly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Christy asked getting red in the face.
"I'm under the same strain. I'm just hiding it, but think of it like this, would you be in a good mood after being tortured for two weeks straight and going through the life we lived?"
"I guess not," Christy conceded.
"Well mates, you'd think that Patrick would be happy to be reunited with his old Sheila, especially when he specifically asks for her ta come back," Kid said sagely.
"The answer to that one is obvious, doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's doing," Paul replied.
"The entity Patrick Eric Dissinger, all three parts of him, has feelings for Samantha. It was obvious from the way he took her tirade and didn't hit back. How many times have you seen Patrick wallop someone for touching him wrong?" Shaun said authoritatively.
"Well no duh Shaun, I could have told you that, the real question is that those two know about some deal Patrick was offered. I want to know what the heck that deal was," Diss said quickly.
"Oh wow, that is a good point," Both Shauns said in agreement.
Christy unconsciously wrapped an arm around Diss' waist. He merely took her hand and squeezed it gently. "You got to think, if they brought back my dead Ex-girlfriend, it had to be something serious," He went on.
"What do you think mate?" Kid asked.
"Yeah Diss, what would do to get back Samantha? What could get you to do what an Aryan wants?" Shaun replied.
Diss looked down for a second. Christy whispered something in his ear and he nodded, "I'm being blunt when I say this guys. I probably would have done anything to get her back; I think Patrick may have sold himself to get her. Think about it, he suddenly remembers his past and shows signs of training far beyond anything the other masters showed us. He has been showing incredible power behind his elemental powers, not the least including the fact that he has the fiery temper to back them up."
"The only question is when did they buy him?" Shaun asked.
Kid looked down a second before replying to the surprise of the others, "Back on tha beach after tha challenge for leadership. It looked like Patrick was talking ta someone then he just went back ta stargazing. At the time I thought nothing of it mates, but if I had ta wager when, that'd be my best guess."
"He was alone for a period of time, long enough to deal then go to bed," Diss replied.
"Yeah mate, that and he seemed to be depressed, like he had done something terrible," Kid edged in.
"Lets not forget the next morning he collapsed, then woke up remembering everything," clone Paul pointed out.
"Well its clear, the guy has become a turncoat, for a girl none-the-less," Shaun said sighing.
"I don't think he's a traitor," Diss said in warning. It may not be him but associating his clone with the Aryans was enough to get him started.
"Think about it, we go to Chronopolis which Belthazar practically told us is Aryan controlled. Then all he has to do is trap us there and we never finish off the FATE computer. The Aryans would do anything to make sure that thing stays online, even if it means bribing one of our guys," Shaun retorted.
"You Honestly expect me to believe that Patrick, The man that helped you out of more jams than anyone during the last adventure, is plotting against the group after showing a track record of always putting rule one into effect?" Christy said dangerously.
"I don't want to believe it anymore than you do, but the evidence is all there," Shaun replied.
"But we're also assuming a lot. Just because last dimension the Aryans control Chronopolis doesn't mean that this time around they do," Diss said pointedly.
Clone Paul broke the ensuing silence, "All we're saying is the possibility is there, we should watch our backs if anything. A little paranoia never hurt anyone."
~*~
Paul walked into his room with Steena who was changing.
"Don't you ever knock?" She yelled running into the bathroom.
"Not that I never saw anything. . ." Paul mumbled to himself. "Listen, I think you and I should talk. We seem to be. . . drifting." Steena laughed.
"No Kidding." She quipped. "Took ya long enough to figure it out, or did you have Miguel do the work for you?" Paul grew angry but tried to remain calm.
"Look, is it just my randomness and nothing else that bothers you? Cause if it is I'll try to be less random." Steena sighed.
"Yes. I already told you this."
"So that's all then. Stop being random and we'll get along just fine." Paul said closing his eyes relaxing.
"Yeah. Exactly." She said getting annoyed. "If you're gonna go to sleep why don't you use our bed?" Paul looked at her strangely.
"What's up with you?" Paul asked getting angry.
"GEE, I WONDER?" Paul could feel the anger in him rise to a boiling point. Thunder began to bellow in the sky. "Don't pull this thunder crap on me. I don't care how angry you are." Paul was just about to explode. Paul got up and was about to leave. "I HATE IT WHEN YOU JUST LEAVE WHEN THINGS DON'T GO YOUR WAY!" she yelled at him. Paul was pushed over the edge.
"WHAT THE HELL IS STUCK UP WITH YOU?" Paul yelled.
"YOU!" Steena yelled getting up.
"ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS TALK! AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS MAKE RUDE COMMENTS ABOUT ME! YOU CHANGED STEENA, YOU CHANGED!"
"If only you knew. . ." She said sniffling.
"Why are we fighting?" Paul asked calming down.
"Cause you're a moron!" Steena said defensively. She then picked up a pillow and threw it at Paul. Paul looked at her and left. Steena wondered what made her say something so stupid.
~*~
Patrick sighed as he walked the halls; his friends were giving him strange looks whenever he walked around. He tried to confront them a couple of times, and they just gave him a funny look and a strange excuse.
He was so completely lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the person coming around the corner and smacked right into them. There was a tangle of bodies until Patrick realized just who he was entangled with.
"Watch where you're going," Samantha said hotly.
"Sorry," Patrick muttered getting up and dusting himself off. He offered her his hand only to find she got up entirely without it. He started to walk away when she twirled him around.
"You still haven't answered my question," She said quickly.
"What question? I didn't know you asked me one," Patrick replied.
"Don't play coy with me, I asked you why me? Out of everything you were offered, why me?" She replied.
"I'm not answering that," Patrick growled before he shrugged off her hand and continued to move. He was again stopped by her.
"Does this have anything to do with what happened in Temple Diablo?" Samantha asked.
"Which time?" Patrick replied grinning. He would just turn the questions on her.
"The last time," Samantha growled.
"Maybe yes, maybe no, I already told you I answer to no one. So don't expect to get an answer out of me."
"Figures you'd hide the truth, you've changed," She replied stiffly.
Patrick finally felt his temper being let out she had hit a button, "Why the hell does everyone keep telling me that. First my friends now you! I'm sick of it! Just shut up and let me live my life in peace!"
"Well, you know me Patrick. You know everything about me, so maybe you should tell me why I would be making that statement," Samantha said slowly.
"Listen I don't like who I was I'm constantly fighting the urge to re- become who I was. I can't tolerate things very well while I'm fighting myself," He said sighing as he leaned against the wall. All he heard was silence until he felt her hand wrap around his shoulders.
"Patrick, I know how tiring it must be to fight it, but have you ever thought about giving in?" She whispered softly.
"What? And become like Eric?" He stammered.
"Patrick, I put my past to rest by not fighting it but accepting it. I know who I was, and I know what I can be. The only difference is I'm not asking you to become Eric, but accept that he is as much a part of you as you are him," Samantha said slowly.
"So your saying accept what I was, and move on like nothings different?" He asked confused.
"That's all I'm saying. By making boundaries for yourself, you limit yourself to that small frame of action. Step out of the box," She said softly.
"I'm not ready yet, just give me time. I'll come out soon," He said as he removed her arm from his shoulders and wandered off. She watched him go as she felt something explode in her.
"I hope so Patrick; you mean a lot more to me than I probably let off," Samantha whispered.