Dimensional Rip
Curses

Lance swallowed, his eyes widening at the sight of – well, a person sprawled in his lap. In the back of his mind, he knew anybody looking on would in fact definitely get the wrong impression. His eyes closed, swallowing again, knowing one of the X-jerks finding out would result in Lance having even more trouble with Kitty, but if the Brotherhood found out – there would be no way Todd or Pietro would let him live the current incident down.

His eyes opened, taking in what the girl looked like while keeping his hands far away, his palms down on the park bench towards the back. The girl ethnically looked Asian, but she wore a red tank top with one tank which bared the girl's stomach to the world. Her skinny jeans sagged in a manner which unfortunately allowed him to see that her underwear was pink, making him feel uncomfortable.

Lance closed his eyes, taking a deep breath – his mouth opening to say something when a groan escaped the girl's lips and he felt her start sitting up. He took the opportunity to scoot towards the other side of the bench, swallowing for the third time, his eyes catching sight of her dark hair pulled into two pigtails while she rubbed the back of her head. He tensed up, wondering what he should say let alone do, given the fact said girl just came out of a portal and crashed into him.

She turned, revealing dark blue eyes which widened in surprise, if not terror. Lance tensed up even more, not liking the fact he felt the girl in front of him was just as unsettled as he was regarding the incident. His mouth opened as hers did, but she spoke first.

Sort of.

Lance felt his body hit by some kind of sound wave. The sensation felt like his brain breaking into a million pieces. His eyes closed, the pain throbbing through his forehead, his hand reaching up while a sound he didn't recognize escaped from his throat. He felt himself slipping from the park bench, hitting the ground, his body convulsing from whatever ability the girl used on him. His ears rang, preventing him from hearing anything.

In fact, practically all of his senses were going through an overload. The light appeared bright and white while his entire body hurt from how his body hit the ground. As the definite epileptic seizure started fading, he felt his skin scratched up where some skin showed, specifically running down his arm from wrist to right where his sleeve stopped. He took a deep breath, attempting to get a grip on his current surroundings.

He then felt a soft hand touch his face gently and a soft, musical voice call out to him. "Hey. Are you okay?"

Lance's breath came in a heavy manner, yet he found himself unable to move. His vision also hadn't yet come into focus, yet the next words from the musical voice worried him.

"There was an earthquake and you fell out of the park bench."

"In other words, my powers went off when she hit me with that – whatever that was, but she doesn't realize she's done anything to me." His mind drifted, focusing in on a random piece of mythology he'd read about once; the mythical creature the siren lured men to their deaths using their voices, yet he didn't understand why that particular piece of mythology popped into his head. He tried responding verbally, even moving, yet only a groan escaped his mouth.

"It looked like you were having some kind of…" The girl paused, as if unsure of what to call his seizure. "A compulsion?"

"A compulsion? I've never heard a seizure called that, but doesn't everybody know about seizures?" Lance's vision started clearing slightly. The person who leaned over him – he couldn't clearly make out their features in detail, yet the two pigtails definitely stood out, as he'd seen those two pigtails in all their short, neatly cut glory when he looked at the girl whose powers sent him into an epileptic seizure from behind, right before his entire world came crashing down – quite literally and in more ways than one.

He'd suspected the person trying to help him was the girl who came crashing out of a portal, yet now he knew. His eyes opened and closed, while his vision finally cleared, her facial features now clearly defined. She leaned over him, the amount of skin showing making him feel uncomfortable, yet he found himself incapable of saying anything – his tongue felt to heavy, dry, and immobile, an unfortunate side effect of the seizure.

His head also hurt.

"Well, whatever it was, it didn't look good. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Of course, he couldn't tell her what she could do to help him. More importantly, he couldn't tell her he didn't want her help. His eyes opened while he felt her grab onto the vest he always wore and tug him up so he found his limp body now precariously leaned against the park bench. His eyes opened and closed, his mouth opening and closing while he tried shaking his head, only making things worse.

"Let's see…"

He felt the girl move, saw her move out of the corner of his eye, while his tongue remained too heavy to tell her to stop. He felt her fingers fish into his jeans pocket, which in turn infuriated him; he felt as if his privacy was being invaded, yet he feared in the back of his mind she'd purposefully used her powers so that she might steal his wallet. "She's going to sadly be disappointed."

"Your name is Lance Alvers. Since you have car keys, that means you must have a car of some kind, right?"

"Don't you fucking steal my jeep." His breath came in a ragged manner, while his head lolled to the side. Mentally, he cursed the fact today of all days the worst seizure he'd ever had occurred just in time for some chick to steal the jeep he'd actually worked hard at a paying job for.