Good for you Blake, I'm happy for you. See me being happy for you :D :D :D :D Congrats for surviving a year of stress and boredom.

YES MY WINTER BREAK IS HERE!

1234 words... I have no idea how to respond to this. Just no. Why. Why has this over-used joke been done. Why was it funny to me. Dammit all. I'm not writing the chapter. I'm just gonna write a long series of me ranting about 1234 words. This chapter will be 1234 words of me ranting about 1234 words. No one's going to read it either. Maybe my cat will but no else. Except for maybe Ash Ketchum in another life. I'm not kidding, Blake you're gonna have to make do with this and continue with this wonderful story.

(February 6th, 2005)

"AUNTIE BLAKE I THINK I'M DYING!"

I buried my head in my pillow and groaned. This had been going on for a while. Beacon's powers have finally started coming in and now she's very agitated and has so mat new mood swings.

The smell of charcoal filled the air. I lifted my head. 'Do I smell smoke?'

Annnndd... there's the fire alarm.

"BEACON!"

"I CAN'T HELP IT MATT. I'M LIFE-DEATH POWER CHALLENGED!"

She also can't control her powers very well.

I covered my ears to block out all of the sounds (horribly loud sounds...). Sometimes I wonder; is it normal for supernatural beings to not know they'll have powers when they're a preteen? Because every single supernatural preteen I know (except for maybe Blake) has had this problem!

'She's not as bad as you were though~'

'Go away Rain.'

The fire alarm stopped its infernal beeping but Beacon was still wailing over her alleged 'death'.

"Beacon it's completely normal to feel that way. And you're half dead already so technically you can't 'die'." Blake.

"When will this end?" When will this end indeed Beacon?

"At the least, in a few days. At the most, a month." Blake. Why?

Although none of have had sleep in the past three days I do feel bad for Beacon. Her wings haven't been growing properly so she's been in excruciating pain during these three days. Blake's taking her to see Mom and Blake 1 later-

A soft whooshing sound could be heard throughout the apartment. Ignore my earlier statement they just left.

I heard my bedroom door open and closed. Ana waddled into the room and climbed onto my bed. This had also become a common activity; Ana waltzing into my room for some sort of closure since Blake was busy with Beacon.

"Is that gonna happen to me Auntie?" She asked. I sat up and played with her hair.

"Annie everyone is different. You may go through painful transformations-" she winced when I said that."-But you might barely feel a thing. Hey! Maybe you'll feel like the socks in the dryer!"

"They always come out brisk and warm though." Ana smiled. I smiled back.

"It's a sign. When the time comes, if you do feel like the socks in the dryer than your powers will come in with a success."

"I hope you're right." She said quietly. Ana wasn't looking forward to receiving her powers. She told me that it scared her. Not just the pain, but the things that came with her powers.

Later that day, Ana and I decided to go to MU and check on Beacon and Blake, while Mello and Matt worked on the Kira case back home. According to my mom Beacon has a body disorder, causing her developments to take longer than normal, in fact her wings and horns might never grow in.

"But what about my powers grandma?" Beacon asked.

"Those might come in even without the wings and horns. You have a 45% chance of not having any powers, a 35% chance of gaining them, and a 20% of not having wings or powers." Blake 1 answered.

"Is there anything we can do to help her?" Blake asked.

"None that I know of, Weiss?"

"Nothing."

Adults. Are. Useless.

And so, Beacon is currently trying to control her powers without throwing herself into a stress induced coma.

"Fire!"

Kaboom!

To start off her training, we have seen many attempts at what I like to call the sizzle fits. Sizzle fits are, I actually don't know. Blake has Beacon create a ball of black and white shimmery stuff, and then throw it. Since Beacon can't separate her life powers from her death powers so sizzle fits are supposed to help her determine the differences.

This is a long cycle of trial and error. Sometimes the ball explodes before Beacon can throw it, sometimes there's more death than life and vice versa.

Hours of pain and anguish later, Beacon is groaning on the ground, while Lucy pats her back and gives her shy words of encouragement.

"This could take a while." Suicide sighed. "If any needs me I'll be baking."

"We'll come find you when Beacon's cravings hit." Blake said. "S, what did you do when you were trying to control your powers?"

"Well since no one was really there to teach me other than my dear siblings, I spent most of my time here with them. Mostly stressing but it wasn't too bad!" I said. "I don't even know what I could say though, Suicide and Rain only taught me the basics and left me alone to figure it out myself." I looked at Beacon and Lucy, oh this really isn't a good start.

"Blake, we can't do that with Beacon, she'll be pissed. And she'll have no idea where to start." I winced when Beacon sneezed so hard her head hit the ground. Normally I would laugh but today it's like watching a disabled goose.

"Well what do you think we should do?"

"...Give her time?"

"Time isn't something we have, S." Blake stared at Beacon and Lucy, they were going inside.

"But it's something we need." I countered. Lately, Blake has been stressing. The Kira case, Beacon, her sister, everything's coming down on her. I'm not even sure why she's worrying over her sister at the moment, it's like she disappeared off the face of the Earth!

"I know that. But-"

"Blake she might not even get her powers, excluding a few sizzle fits here and there, just be there for her when he needs you there." I cut her off. She nodded reluctantly.

"You're right, S. You're right. Let's just go inside, can't let the girls ruin Suicide's experiments after all." Blake joked, we went inside and found Suicide and Rain arguing over eggs and blood.

"I'm just saying due to their similar protein composition you can just use the blood in the fridge for an egg substitute for your baking projects." Rain smirked, holding her hands in an 'easy easy' motion.

Ah yes, I remember learning that in 2009. The joys of time hopping with your sister.

"Rain, I don't have cannibalistic tendencies. I don't like using blood or body parts or anything else for food." Suicide snarled, he held his ladle up and ushered her to leave. She didn't.

"You two are still arguing about that? Nice job." Blake clapped sarcastically. "Have you seen Lucy and Beacon?"

"They went upstairs!" Rain answered. Blake and I climbed the stairs and checked Lucy's room. They were laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling.

"What are you two doing?" Blake asked. Lucy glanced at her and turned back to the ceiling.

"Nothing."

"Okay..." I dragged on. This was getting tense so I did the best thing for the situation; elbow Blake in the ribs. "Apologize!"

"Ow! W-"

"To Beacon. Have a moment. Lucy and I will watch in awe. Apologize." I ordered.

Blake glared at me and turned to Beacon and Lucy. I lead Lucy to the doorway where we watched the Birthday girls have a stare-down.

"Beacon, I'm sorry for being harsh, and for stressing you out." Very sincere, good job Blakie. "We won't continue training until we know for sure that your powers are actually here."

"..." Beacon sat up and crossed her arms. "...I accept your apology Auntie Blake."

"Hug it out... Hug it out!" I whispered. Lucy smiled and laughed.

"S-sis let's just l-let them do w-whatever th-they want. I wanna l-look for Ana anyway." She said, we decided to leave them in peace like Lucy said and looked for Ana. They can handle this. We'll all be A-Okay.