Unexpected
Chapter Five: Clemency and Chemistry
Jinx, the young enchantress didn't feel like being called Jinx anymore. She felt as though her entire world had turned on its axis and she was no longer Jinx. No, of course she wasn't. Jinx was never so frail, Jinx was never so weak and Jinx was never so happy. It was a cheerful happy, not a malicious happy. It was strange, is what it was.
Irrelevant thoughts raced through her mind as her body broke out in shudders. What time was it? How much had she eaten that day? What day was it? How long had she been laying there in Flash's arms? Why didn't she care about the feeling he gave her anymore? Why did he have to make her so happy? Thoughts like those where running through her head.
Water, she needed water. She was thirsty and the rain against her face was so tempting. She seemed so hot and the water was so cold. The shuddering grew worse and Flash had to spoon her up in his arms and carry her back into the wonderful place he'd brought her to. Time seemed faint, the world was a collision of watercolor paints and Jinx could only join in for the ride she was in now. Her head bobbed lightly as Flash carried her for a short amount of time.
This had never happened before. She'd never realized how bad she'd tangled herself up. People always had to point out her mistakes or she wouldn't see them. She couldn't see them self. But she met Flash and instantly she'd realized that the way she felt right now was the way it should have been, the way it should always be.
A small groan slipped through her lips as she felt herself being laid on a couch. Her body was sore and her hair was plastered to her face due to it being wet. Wait. Her hair wasn't that color before. Was she crazy? Did she finally lose her mind due to the idiocy of her former teammates? Sheer puzzlement enveloped her as she realized that her hair had not been platinum blonde before. Opening her eyes that she hadn't even known she'd shut, she looked up at Jinx completely defenseless and confused.
His eyes widened and he was gone but for a second to get her hot chocolate, "Are you alright, Jinx? You're scaring me."
Another groan as the hot chocolate was spilled into her mouth and she was stunned on how repulsed by hearing her name. She hated the name, wanted to spit on it. It was awful. She was still confused and had no idea how she could be scaring him. What a wimp he was being at her falling over, "Look. I just fell over, okay? Keep things in their proper perspectives, please."
The red headed boy just looked at her, "It's not that. Heck, I like it when you fall over. It gives me an excuse to hold you," he was shocked that she didn't glare at him then, but he continued, "It's that your eyes weren't green this morning."
An axe must have struck the back of her head, as her head felt as though it was splitting in half and her eyes were sore. Of course her eyes weren't green this morning, what was he talking about? She glared at him with the remaining strength she had, "Of course they weren't green this morning! What are you, color blind?"
Her words came out in a jumble and the poor young woman could only sit there as she was brought a mirror to gaze upon the bitter truth that he was right. Damn him, he was right. Why did he have to be right? She hated being proven wrong. Yet, instead of being angry or even shocked when she looked into the looking glass to see bright, glimmering emerald orbs looking back at her she was calm. The enchantress was exhausted and her body eased itself without her consent.
Of course, she didn't think about what Flash must have been thinking. If her hair was snow white and her eyes florescent green, sure there are going to be some questions, she just didn't think about that. Why would she? As her unconscious body lay on the couch, the poor redheaded boy was in a state of total confusion. He didn't know what was going on and for a moment he actually wondered if the grapes he'd given her were poisoned.
All this was silly of course, as her eyelashes fluttered at her opening her eyes, the relief that washed over him was titanic. "I thought you were going to die," he mumbled after scooping her up in his arms. And change or no change, Jinx was still Jinx.
She slapped him across the face, "Gee, you're a carefree individual. Get some independence. You're depressing."
"Well you're quite a ray of sunshine yourself," he stopped himself before she could give him the usual hurt-filled stare that she always did when he said things like that. But she didn't. What? Why? Instead her lips curled ever so slightly in a smile. Then she looked down at her soaked, black clothes and looked back up at him, "Have you got any dry clothes around here?"