Psionic (R)evolution - By Ah Hael
The medical colony. It was one of the first colonies in space. Originally it was supposed to be a normal colony like all the others. However when doctors and scientists discovered the healing benefits of low or no gravity on several illnesses a massive training hospital and research facilities were built here. Over the years more sick people with their families came while healthy ones left. Now medicine was the primary resource of this colony. Everything that existed on this colony could be directly traced back to medicine. Even the coffee shop that Trowa was walking out of was there to serve the family and caregivers of the patients that lived here.
The last time Trowa was here was when he was still performing in the circus. The circus always made a fortune here. All those patients and their families indulging in the escape from their more serious problems. Most healthy people that weren't medical personnel felt uncomfortable here. For some reason he'd always found it refreshing. He always found it odd that people usually had to be facing potentially life threatening illnesses in order to act more true to their emotions. Obviously his friends didn't share his warm feelings about the place. When he agreed to go on this little errand everyone else seemed all too eager to let him go alone while they stayed behind.
Of course maybe they are all eager because they've all found someone. He wasn't bitter or jealous of his friends' mass herding to true love; it just seemed so odd that they all seemed to fall at almost the same time. I was a little unfair that they all managed to find someone special. Out of all of them he was the only one who ever tried any serious dating. Quatre, Wufei and Duo all had different tastes in women, but the one thing they all had in common was they chose emotionally safe women. They specifically dated women they didn't have to become too involved with. Privately, Trowa always figured Heero dated his hand when he and Relena were in one of their 'off' cycles. Trowa was the only one to try to have a relationship. Of course all of his attempts failed miserably. The longest was Beverly at eight months; the shortest was Tara at ten days. According to them, the problem was him. He was too cold, too distant, he didn't understand their needs. On more than one occasion Trowa found himself thinking that maybe his friends had the right idea. After all they were happy now weren't they? Well, if you ignored the fact that Duo and Quatre were in love with psionic women that someone wanted to capture and use for their own purposes.
Hence his reason for being here. His gut told him that Wufei's idea for Duo's and Quatre's mates Shelby and Anna to go public with their psionic abilities was a good one. It might forever ruin their private lives, but at least everyone would be safe. Between the two of them, Shelby and Anna had an impressive amount of power, but neither of them had any medical knowledge. Sally had already signed on to help as did Quatre's sister Cathy, but according to Anna's precognitive abilities, there was a doctor here that would be a valuable asset.
Carrying his double chocolate mocaccino, Towa walked up the streets to the address he'd been given. He was scanning through the name plates in the non-descript lobby of the equally non-descript building. There it is Osar family clinic… third floor… room 302. He was headed for the elevator when a whirlwind of curls was on him.
"Oh! Jesus I'm sorry!" said the figure that had pelted right into him. Only his catlike reflexes kept him from wearing his coffee. The bigger surprise to him was the electrical jolt the brief contact sent through his system followed by the second jolt when he saw his attacker. If Trowa could have come up with one word to describe her it would have been golden. Light brown curls shot with gold highlights, dusky golden skin, and exotic amber/gold eyes. Even her voice had a smooth golden feel to it. She shot him a smile and a huge dimple appeared on her cheek sending his brain into a minor war between the part he considered Trowa and the part he still called Nanashi.
Say something idiot! Yelled the part he called Trowa
Like what? Thank you for almost scalding me? Retorted his Nanashi counterpart. It was always that unnamed persona that always gave everyone the impression he was cold and aloof.
"Oh don't worry, it's not like I mind spilling molten hot liquids on myself." The Trowa part mentally smacked his hand against his forehead. Dammit! You couldn't think of anything better?
I think we're having enough difficulties as it is. Pointed Nanashi. Trowa had to agree. His body had come to full alert when it collided with the woman. If he didn't have Nanashi in his head, his mind probably would have blanked out from physical attraction.
"Sorry about that, I'm running a little late and wasn't watching where I was going. Bye!" and she bolted through the door to the stairwell. His first impulse was to trail after her and try and think of something more intelligent to say. Maybe ask her to dinner or something. As usual Nanashi reigned in that impulse and he ended up saying and doing nothing reminding him he had a job to do. His Trowa personality sulked in silence as he boarded the elevator.
He found the right office and entered the waiting room. Although no outward sign showed on his face inside he was definitely surprised. Most waiting rooms all looked the same. With walls and floor that were tastefully decorated in 'soothing tones' and their dozen or so uncomfortable chairs with gently accenting fabrics. This room was a riot of color. None of the furniture matched, and yet they all seemed to belong together. There was a mix of ethnic pieces from just about every continent on Earth. This room felt alive it was meant for the living.
He walked straight up to the slightly elderly woman behind the desk. "I wish to speak with Dr. Soren Osar. I don't have and appointment and my purpose here is not for treatment, but I'm willing to wait until she has a free moment."
The woman on the other side of the desk was named Gale and she regarded the man in front of her levelly. He didn't have the look of a salesman or she would have sent him packing. Handsome young man wants to speak to Soren huh? Not that she would ever admit that she was meddling, but Soren was special to Gale. She was almost like a niece to her. It would do her good to have a handsome man come calling on her.
"I'm sorry Dr. Osar is very busy today. There is no way I can guarantee you an appointment, but if you're willing to wait, maybe I could put in a good word for you."
"Thank you." He said quietly and went to sit in the corner.
He waited. And waited. He saw a wide variety of people come and go through the office. It was times like this he missed his long bangs that covered half his face. He missed the privacy the anonymity they gave him. He'd been forced to cut them while he was taking care of the animals at the circus they found them a little too inviting to grab or bite at when he was working with them. Now that he was going into veterinary medicine they would have been even more of a problem. Out of self preservation he had Catherine cut them short. From time to time like now for instance being in a room with all these people who could see his exposed face gave him the creeps. Without even thinking about it he cloaked himself in his Nanashi and buried himself in the books he'd brought along for studying.
At one point a woman came in with a boy and a girl. It was obvious to Trowa that the mother was the patient. She was pale and looked exhausted just from breathing. As is typical of young siblings the two children began to argue over the toys that were provided for their amusement. Along with his books, Trowa also had some small juggling balls that he would toss around when he was bored or trying to concentrate. Reaching into his bag and pulling out the balls he began juggling them. First three, then four, then five. By then he had the kids' complete attention. They were rapt with the intricate dances he made them perform. Eventually he asked the girl to throw him one of the small toys because he had no more balls. She threw him a toy pork chop. Not to be outdone by his sister the boy also wanted to throw something. When he threw a little squeaky toy, Trowa pulled out his clown experience and made and exaggerated show of dropping everything. The children squealed with laughter. Even some of the adults laughed. He continued to let them 'help' him try to achieve his goal of juggling seven items straight through their mother's appointment. When she left the office Trowa was more than a little uncomfortable with her gushing thanks and the fact that she looked like she was ready to weep with gratitude. He mumbled a quick "It was nothing" and went back to his books.
Several hours had passed when he found that he was the only person left in the waiting room. Even the woman behind the desk was getting ready to leave. "I've told Dr. Osar you're still here." She called to him. "She says she can talk to you on the way out."
Just then the whirlwind of curls that almost mowed him down earlier came out of the office. "Hello I'm Dr. Soren Osar. I'm sorry I made you wait so long. You wished to speak to me?"
