Disclaimer: I don't own Earth: Final Conflict or any of its characters. Just my poor widdle plot.
A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews Lady of the Dawn and Amareina!
At the Fair
In the restroom, Liam staggered to lean against the back wall. The stinging in his shaquarava started to spread to the rest of his hands, slowly moving up his arms. Taking deep breaths, Liam concentrated on his body, trying to make sense of what was happening.
As if his focus was a catalyst, the energy moving up his arms rushed through his limbs and throughout his body. Growing in intensity, the energy saturated every cell, connecting with every strand of his triple-helix DNA. Unable to support himself, Liam fell to the floor, spasming.
He could tell that it wasn't damaging, that in fact the energy was healing some instability in himself, damage that he hadn't been aware of, consciously. Dr. Parks had him coming by once a month but hadn't noticed anything unusual. He'd been a bit tired lately but nothing that he didn't think could be explained by stress and grief. Evidently he'd been wrong.
Now feeling pain, Liam held back the scream in his throat. Everywhere it hurt. He could no longer tell what was happening inside, was not in fact aware of anything but the pain. Finally, Liam blacked out.
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When he came to, Liam immediately sensed that something was different. The pain was gone but something had changed. Opening his eyes, he saw he was still in the restroom and he was still alone. No one, it appears, had heard anything that needed to be checked out, which was good since Liam couldn't remember if he'd screamed out loud there at the end. It was only when he stood up that Liam got an inkling of what was wrong.
Slowly, getting his legs steadied, Liam made his way to the sink. There, he looked in mirror above it, confirming his suspicions. Looking back at him, much shorter then five minutes ago, was a boy, approximately nine years old.
Himself.