When she got outside she didn't see Emma right away, but when she looked around she noticed five guys in black that was walking to the left, so she followed them. It didn't take her much of an effort to follow them and she noticed they were trying to catch up with Emma who had noticed them and was running.

They tricked Emma into a dead end and were moving closer when Shalimar decided to join the show. She placed herself between Emma and the men with a half smile on her face.

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?"

Two of the guys ran towards her, but all she needed to do was to hand out two simple kicks, sending them almost flying backwards. The three remaining guys stood still for a moment before two of them attacked. Shalimar dodged their fists and saw in the corner of her eyes that the third man was moving towards Emma, backing her up against the wall. Shalimar did a graceful somersault over the two guys, landing right behind the third man who was just stretching his hand out to take Emma. Shalimar took his arm and he turned his head to look at her. Her eyes turned yellow.

"Don't touch her," she said before throwing him backwards. He hit the two guys she had jumped over, sending all of them to the ground. She turned around, looking at all the men, preparing for more fighting, but they seemed to be scared. They fumbled trying to get up and started backing away from her. She took a few steps towards them and they all started running.

Shalimar stood there for a while trying to decide whether or not she should follow them, but decided it would be better to stay with Emma.

She turned around and looked into a confused and scared and admiring face.

"Are you okay?" She asked stepping closer to Emma, offering a small smile.

"I, I think so. What just happened?"

"You were chased by some guys."

"Yeah, I, I got that part…Your eyes-"

"Oh, that thing, um, that's kinda a result of my abilities."

"What abilities?"

"You know the not normal thing. You have abilities too, just different."

"I don't have any abilities."

"Look, I felt that you were different so don't try to deny it okay? I'm not the enemy here, I was just…" She sighed. "Forget it."

"You were just what?"

"I was just buying you a drink because I liked you, but you clearly don't want anything to do with me so I'll just go. Bye."

Shalimar started walking away, but was stopped by a hand on her arm.

"Wait. I don't wanna walk alone. Can you follow me home? Please!"

Shal looked at the woman's scared face and let out a small, almost unnoticeable sigh.

"Fine, but no clinging." Shalimar tried to give her a serious look, but failed.

"I promise, no clinging."

"Okay, which way?"

"I'll show you."

-

Shalimar stopped outside the block.

"I think I'll get going now that you're safe."

"Don't you wanna come up? I could get you something to drink or something?"

"I'm not sure there's any point."

"Come on, I just wanna talk to you and thank you for saving me."

Emma walked over to Shalimar and took her hands. "I'm not gonna do anything to you, I promise." She had a playful tone and a sly smile, and Shalimar felt her heart starting to beat slightly faster.

"I don't think you could do anything to me," She answered back and followed Emma who was still holding her hand.

When they reached Emma's apartment Shalimar felt slightly nervous as Emma unlocked the door.

"Are you sure you want me to come in?"

"Yeah. Why? Are you planning to hurt me or something?" She let out a short laugh and a smile.

"Oh no, it was nothing like that."

"Well, then please come inside."

"Sure."

Shalimar mentally kicked herself. How could she act this way? Why was she suddenly so shy and unsure? She knew that was not normally how she was.

She noticed Emma looking at her and she started to blush.

"I'm sorry; could I use your bathroom?"

"Of course, it's the first door to the right after the living room."

"Thanks." Shalimar offered an apologetic look as she walked off.

She locked herself inside the bathroom. "My God, Shalimar. What are you doing?"

She turned on the water and looked around. She found a few of Emma's perfume and couldn't help but smell at them even though she felt like an invader. After a while she decided that she couldn't stay in the bathroom any longer so she unlocked the door and walked carefully out. She made sure she didn't make any sound as she walked gently. She didn't see Emma in the living room, but her feral senses heard movements from the next room. She walked silently to the door that was slightly open and saw Emma standing in front of her bed with several clothes and in only her underwear. Shalimar froze. She knew she shouldn't be standing there, but she didn't have enough will to look away, the sight in front of her was too beautiful and too arousing. Just as she thought about this, Shalimar smelled the same feelings coming from Emma and then she turned around and looked right into Shalimar's eyes. Shalimar's heart jumped. She was caught and suddenly she understood what Emma could do, or at least to a certain degree. Emma was a psionic. What had she heard about psionics? Oh, right, some of them could read your mind or feel your feelings. Shit, this was not going to be a happy end, she knew that much. Her thought were cut by Emma's voice.

"Shalimar, I didn't know you were here."

"I, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean-"

"Do you like what you see?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean it wasn't like that-"

Shalimar felt her cheeks starting to burn. Why was this happening? What was going on with her?

Emma had moved over to the door and opened it, still in only her underwear.

"Shalimar are you okay?"

She closed her eyes and when she opened them again she was in the bathroom.

"What the hell-"she told herself, looking around. What was going on? Had she fallen asleep? No, she was still standing and she still had Emma's perfume in her hand. The strong smell filled her nose and head so she almost felt dizzy. She hurried to put them back down and opened the door. Emma stood there with a worried but at the same time unsure look.

Shalimar remembered her "dream." She didn't know what to call it so she settled with that.

"I'm fine. Uh, can I ask you a question? Are you a psionic?"

"Define psionic."

"Can you read thoughts or feel my feelings or something?"

"She looked away. "No, why?"

"You're lying."

"Look, I really don't see what that has to do with-"

"Is that why you came here? What did you feel from me?"

"I felt nothing. You have just been in there for a while."

An uncomfortable and embarrassing silence followed.

"Uh, do you want anything to drink?"

"I'll take water please."

"I'll be right back, just settle yourself in the living room."