Wow, another chapter! I Never thought Id finish this one. You know that feeling of having so many ideas but not enough room to put them all down ? Well, that had me stuck for a while, I wonder if that's considered writers block?
And for the lawyers out there. The Weib Kreuz guys don't belong to me, they belong to all their original owners. If they did belong to me do you think Id be writing fanfictions?
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"There he is!" The little girl said to no one in particular, spotting the form of her friend through the darkness. He lay motionless in the grass, making it hard to find him as night closed in around them.
"What is he doing now?" She wondered to herself, setting off across the field at a trot .
Reaching the boy, she stared down at his frail little figure, noting his closed eyes, and measured breathing.
(He's doing something important, I better let him finish.) The little girl sat down carefully next to the small boy, making sure not to bother him with noise.
Folding her legs underneath her the girl did her best not to fidget as children tend to do.
After a while of intense concentration on the caterpillar that was crawling over her knee she looked up at her friend. He was almost done, she could tell. The girl leaned forward, watching his closed eyes with her large eager ones.
The little boys eyes opened suddenly, taking in the dark sky for a long moment before turning to the inquisitive little girl next to him.
"Whach ya doin?" She asked him happily.
The boy gave her a patient look.
"Listening." He said quietly.
"To what?" The girl asked, perking up to look around the empty field like a wary rabbit.
"To the sky." The small boy said, smiling slowly at the way she sat, straining to hear with her imaginary rabbit ears.
The little girl looked down at him with huge, excited eyes.
"What is it saying?" She asked curiously.
"It says it will rain soon." He answered in a bored tone.
The girl pouted, that wasn't interesting.
"What else does it say? She asked, knowing her friend had heard more interesting things then that.
The little boy gave her an amused look and turned his eyes to the stars above them.
"It says that a new star is being born."
The girl lit up and looked up at the sky too.
"Where, can we see it, does it have a name?"
The boy pointed at the sky to a cluster of stars to their right.
"It's billions of miles beyond those stars, so we can't see it yet, its light wont reach us for a while."
The girl pouted and stared at the spot in the sky as if she could bring the light of the star into being with will alone.
"As for its name, it doesn't have one, at least not in a sense that we'd understand." The little boy said calmly, watching his friend stare up at the stars.
The girl turned her gaze on him with an expression that said "I don't know what you mean by that." The boy hadn't actually expected her to get it.
He simplified.
"It hasn't been named by a human."
The little girl looked excited by this.
"Could we name it?"
"I suppose we could." The boy said , staring at the sky again.
"What do you want to call it?" He asked her. The little girl became thoughtful, taping her chin as she looked at the sky. Suddenly she clapped her hands together gleefully.
"We'll call it Sparky!!" She declared.
The boys serene front broke as he heard this and he tumbled back into the grass laughing .
The little girl drew herself up, a very dignified look on her small face.
"What's wrong with Sparky?"
"Nothing, nothing at all!" The small boy said supportively, forcing the laughter away as he noted his friends offended expression.
"Then what where you laughing at ?" She asked, pouting slightly.
"Its just a very different name for a star." He said carefully, smiling at her slightly.
"So you like Sparky?" She asked, perking up slightly.
"I like Sparky." He said, propping himself up in the grass.
"Good!!" She said happily.
Standing up, she pointed randomly up at the stars.
"Your name is Sparky!!!" She squealed, and spun around in a circle. While the little boy just lay in the grass, smiling at his young friend.
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Sam woke to find Nagi shaking her shoulder.
Yawning, she blinked a few times and looked around the room. Farfarello had gotten into her gum and was in the middle of blow an expansive pink bubble to the right of her bed.
She laughed and said sleepily.
"You know, you shouldn't get used to just coming into a girls room like this, some girls would have a conniption."
Nagi smiled sheepishly at her.
"I know, but Brad wanted me to wake you up. We have somewhere to go today."
Sam pushed the stray hair out of her face and sat up.
"Where are we going?" She asked curiously.
Nagi shrugged.
"No idea."________________________________________________
After kicking the two young men out of her room, Sam got dressed and headed down the hall to the kitchen.
There, she found Brad leaning against a counter while reading the morning paper with a cup of coffee in one hand. Nagi munching a piece of toast at the table. Farfie was sitting backwards in a chair, occupied with his bubble gum. And Schuldig was staring at the table top in front of him with a look of utter contempt.
Sam took a seat next to Nagi and did her best not to look at Schuldig, if she did, she knew she'd start laughing.
She had to admit, even though she hated his guts, it was actually a good that the redhead had abandoned her and the others in the nightclub. Nagi and her had become fast friends, and he was the only reason Sam would come anywhere near the rest of the group willingly. Farfarello she didn't mind much either, but he was still a little scary.
Schuldig seemed to be able to hear her laughter, even if it wasn't out loud.
Out of the corner of her eye Sam saw the telepaths face tilt towards her slightly. She buried her mouth in the heal of her hand, trying to hide a grin as it crept across her face.
(What's so freaking funny?) Came an annoyed voice in her head.
(Oh, nothing.) Sam answered, staring at him innocently.
(So, how was your night? You seem a little stressed this morning.) She continued sweetly, aware of the daggers the redhead was shooting at her with his eyes.
Brad seemed to know something was passing between the two teammates, Sam could see him folding the paper and setting down his coffee cup. The clairvoyants eyes were glued to them in obvious warning.
Schuldig glanced at Brad, then grinned at Sam coldly.
(My night? Oh, it was just peachy.) His tone suggested differently, but Schuldig left the conversation at that, instead turning his attention back to the table top.
Breakfast ended with Brad checking his watch and announcing that if they left now they'd just miss the car accident about to happen on main street. So the group was hurried into the car, and with Brad driving, made there way to an unknown destination.________________________________________________________________
The group arrived at a large building which Sam recognized as the office of the Chief Justice. After traveling up several floors and rounding a good many corners the group ended up in a waiting room.
Schuldig sat on Sam's right, slumped in his seat, fast asleep. Nagi sat on her left , reading a really old magazine. And Farfarello sat next to Schuldig, staring at the opposite wall like a statue. Brad was currently in a meeting with the Chief Justice, as he had been for the past half hour.
Sam sighed quietly to herself and looked at the clock on the wall, silently wondering if one could actually die of boredom. Suddenly a pressure on her right side made her jump. She turned slightly and blinked in surprise, Schuldig was sleeping peacefully against her. The lack of armrests on the chairs leaving the redhead free to rest heavily on her shoulder.
Now her first instinct was to push the telepath off and jolt him awake. But her boredom with the dull white walls and uninspiring pictures on them, pushed her mind to think deeply about any small occurrence that went on in the office.
(If I wake the idiot up he's just going to growl and glare at me for the rest of the time we sit here.) Sam stared down at the young mans angelic face.
(He's a lot easier to deal with when he's asleep, and I suppose its half my fault he's this tired anyways.) She rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
(I guess I'll let him sleep as long as he doesn't start snoring or drooling.) Sam then gave him a wicked smile.
(If he dose, I'll push him off his seat.)
Brads meeting came to an end as he and the Chief Justice entered the waiting room to exchange pleasantries.
"Well I'm certainly sorry we couldn't come to an agreement." The Chief Justice said in a friendly yet regretful tone, extending his hand. Brad smiled slightly and pushed his slipping glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, it is a shame." He said, shaking the mans hand .
Once the other man had gone, Brad moved over to where his teammates sat.
"Come on guys." He said, turning towards the door. The clairvoyants eyes then paused on Sam and Schuldig, eyebrow raised.
"Comfy Miss Joan?" He asked with a small, half smirk.
Sam gave him a sour look.
"Yeah, I'm just snug as a bug, thanks." Brad just continued to smirk as he headed towards the door.
Sam turned her gaze on the sleeping man. It was a shame to wake him up, he was almost tolerable this way.
"Up and atom, Schuldig." She gave the redhead a shove with her shoulder.
The telepath was jolted back into the waking world a moment late. Looking at the young woman next to him, he wondered vaguely whether he should be pissed off or not.
Sam rolled her eyes at the confused look on the mans face .
"Its time to go, you've been sleeping for almost an hour." She said, trying to be patient.
Schuldig's tired mind began to sort out and put down the scattered puzzle pieces that were the past few hours.
"Oh." He said, the disorientated look fading away. The young man then realized he'd been using her shoulder as a pillow for some part of that hour.
"Why didn't you wake me up when I leaned on you?" He asked curiously.
"I'd rather put up with you sleeping on my shoulder then awake, bugging me." Sam said simply, standing and fallowing the three retreating figures in the hall._____________________________________________________
The group found themselves back in the car and again driving to some location only Brad and Schuldig knew about.
The second place they stopped was a lot more interesting then the first. It was a large park, filled with children, flowers, Frisbee catching dogs, and happy people. Which basically meant the Schwarz guys stuck out like a sore thumb.
"We're stopping here?" Sam asked. Brad turned around and looked at her.
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
Sam shook her head and looked out the car window towards the peaceful scene.
"No, its just, you four at a park? Looks about as normal as wolves in a rabbit pen to me."
"The girls got a good point, Brad." Schuldig said with a grin. He was feeling better after his nap.
The clairvoyant became thoughtful.
"Yes, I suppose it would be best to blend in." He admitted.
"Nagi, Farfarello, you two stay in the car." Brad said in a business like tone, undoing his suit jacket.
Sam stepped out of the car and found Schuldig next to her almost instantly. She blinked in surprise.
"Can't have our favorite new member disappearing, can we?" He said, reading her expression.
"No wouldn't want that happening." Sam said sarcastically, staring at the park around them.
"I'm glad you agree." He said.
(When did you become interested in where I went, Schuldig? I think I remember you leaving me in a club yesterday. I could have disappeared then too.) She thought.
(I became interested when Brad so convincingly told me to be.) He thought back simply. Sam then felt the mans hand snake around her waist and pull her close to his side, leaving them looking like a happy couple on a walk.
Sam made sure the redhead saw the repulsed look on her face, expressing exactly how she felt about having his hands on her.
Schuldig just smirked down at her.
(That's not the look you were giving me when I woke up on your shoulder, I believe we were about this close then too.)
(Yes well, you weren't mauling me then.) She thought with an annoyed look at the hand on her waist.
Schuldig chuckled.
(I have to hold on to you somehow, and dragging you through the park by the arm might look a tad suspicious.)
(You could just hold my hand.) She thought in a disgruntled tone.
(But that would be so much less fun!) He thought back, grinning at her widely.
Brad pulled himself out of the car, now looking strangely casual with his suit jacket and tie off. He glanced at the couple impersonating teammates with approval, then set off down the paved path.
The trio walked past large stretches of grass, wooded areas, and a playground before finally finding their destination. All the while, Schuldig led Sam around by the waist, and Sam repeatedly elbowed Schuldig in the stomach.
The groups destination was a large, paved, circle in the center of the park. There, a great fountain sat placed in the middle of the circle, and lining the fringes of the outer concrete were many evenly spaced park benches. Brad, Sam, and Schuldig took a seat at one of these benches.
Sam ripped her waist free of the redheads grip and moved away till she sat as far away as possible from him, but not too close to Brad either, who sat on the other side of her.
"What are we doing here?" Sam asked the clairvoyant.
"We, are waiting for a person that might have power of interest to us." Brad said quietly, looking at his watch.
"And you want me to confirm this for you?" The young woman asked, already aware of the answer.
"Yes." Brad said simply.
A feeling of foreboding washed over her. What would happen to this person if they did have power? Would they kidnap them? Worse? The decision whether or not this person lived, might have just been set in her lap.
"Don't bother lying to us girl, it wont work, so being honest is in your best interest." Schuldig said, his smile suddenly going cruel. Sam eyed him and did her best not to look intimidated.
"There he is," Brad said calmly. "The one with the gray coat." He added.
Sam followed the clairvoyants gaze and was shocked at who she saw. A kindly old man sat on a bench across from them, feeding a small group of pigeons. He had on a long gray coat and was the only person Brad could have been pointing to.
"You can't be serious!!!!" Sam shouted, jumping up off the seat. Brads face snapped towards her, his eyes flashing.
"I am serious, now sit down." He said in a cold tone.
"But he's just an old man!! He couldn't have done anything to you!!" She yelled, taking an involuntary step away from the bench.
Brad now looked really pissed off.
"Quit yelling, you little idiot." He hissed.
Sam just glared and took another step back.
Schuldig stood up and grabbed her hand calmly, pulling her slowly yet forcefully back down onto the bench.
"His life means nothing to you, you know. He's just some guy, some insignificant speck. What he's done to deserve his fate isn't important." The telepath purred lazily against her ear. He'd sat her down so she was looking at the man across the street. His hand still holding hers, squeezing it till it was on the verge of being uncomfortable.
"Now tell us what you know." Schuldig finished coolly.
Sam knew that telepaths could be more then just persuasive if they wanted to. She could feel his words cutting her will off at that moment.
She stared at the old man, attempting to get rid of the vagueness covering her thoughts. But it wasn't working, she could feel herself concentrating on him. Her mouth opened almost on its own accords.
"He has power." She said reluctantly.
Brad was smirking at her.
"What kind?" He asked.
Sam stared at the ground, feeling vacant .
"Telekinetik."_______________________________________________________
Sam closed her eyes, willing the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach to go away. But it wouldn't leave her alone. Every time she thought it was finally fading, she'd remember that innocent old man in the park. Obliviously feeding his pigeons, unaware of the people that could be out to hurt him. Sam turned onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow, forcing down the tears that threatened to fall from her cloudy, gray eyes.
"It'll be my fault if he dies." She whispered.
Suddenly she heard a knock on the door.
"Go away." She managed to yell through the fabric of the pillow.
Through the door she could here a muffled conversation taking place. Then the lock on her door clicked.
(Damn it, why do they even have a lock on that door?) Sam wondered, refusing to look up from the pillow.
"Cause we thought you'd like some privacy." Said a familiar voice as the door swung open.
Sam tilted her head sideways to glare at the smirking redhead in the doorway. Behind him she could see a nervous looking Nagi staring at her apologetically.
"Leave me alone." She said, turning back to her pillow.
There was silence for a moment, then the sound of the door shutting. Sam raised her head in disbelief. Schuldig was still there but Nagi had been left on the other side.
"There, now we're alone." Schuldig said with a lopsided grin.
"I meant you leave me alone." She growled.
Schuldig shrugged.
"Too late now, doors already shut."
Sam grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at him hard. Being her pillow Schuldig simply caught it and used it as a back rest as he plunked down on the bed next to her.
"Now what has you in such a unsocial mood?" He asked casually, brushing some of the hair out of his eyes.
Sam turned over and faced the opposite wall, then said in an annoyed tone.
"I wouldn't bother wasting my precious breath on you, even if I thought you didn't already know."
The telepath chuckled .
"Harsh words little one. I'm just trying to help."
"Sure you are." Sam said sarcastically.
"Of course I am. So why are you still upset over that old man?" He asked.
"Still? You made me tell you just this morning." She said quietly.
"Yeah, and that's a long time to be worrying about someone you don't even know." He said lazily, moving around slightly to get more comfortable.
"Maybe it is to a slime ball like you." Sam said coldly.
"Ow, hurtful today aren't we." The redhead commented, completely unruffled.
"Anyways if you'd known some of the old people I've known, you wouldn't assume him so innocent." He finished, putting his hands behind his head.
"Is he innocent?" Sam asked. Almost hoping for a no.
"Yes" Schuldig said simply.
The two then became silent for a long moment.
"Your going to kill him, aren't you?" Sam finally asked hopelessly.
"Most likely, it's not really up to me though." He said calmly. "But it's nothing to get upset about, he's old, he's had a long life, its not like we're taking much away from him."
Sam lay silently for a long moment thinking about this. It didn't make her feel better.
"Why kill him?" She asked finally, puzzled as to how this old man could be a problem to them.
"It's complicated, besides I can't go giving you all the answers, then you'd have nothing to wonder about." Schuldig said secretively.
Sam turned over and gave the redhead a glare.
"Why did you even come in here?" She asked, switching topics abruptly.
"To make you feel better, obviously." The telepath grinned.
Sam just stared.
"Its not working."
"Hmm, too bad." Schuldig said, brushing his unruly hair out of his eyes again. He then levered himself up off the bed and headed for the door. "Whether or not you like it, we're going to keep making you do this, so I suggest you find a way to get used to it." He remarked callously, flashing her with that annoying grin before disappearing out the door.
Sam reclaimed her pillow and collapsed back into it.
"Asshole." She muttered into the fabric._________________________________________________
I apologize for my lousy paragraphing job, my teachers didn't teach me much about them. Or I was sleeping when they tried.
I know this is the first time I've mentioned Sam's eye color, strangely enough I actually forgot to earlier.