Hey Guys,

I'm so happy to be working on another story, and I know this plotline doesn't seem like much now, but in future chapters, I will assure you it will grow. (Hint, hint, Fitz! Hint, Hint) Well anyway, here's chapter two in Un Natural!

Love Always,

~Pho:)

Chapter 2

Eli's POV

I woke up the next morning and all of the sudden last nights events caught up with me. I still couldn't believe it, and almost didn't until my lamp that I left on last night almost hit me in the face. That will never get old… I looked at the time and it was ten fifty. Damn, teleporting could make things so much easier. I was about to zap my way over to Adam's place when my doorbell rang. I'm not that lazy, so I walked myself downstairs and got the door, I was pleasantly surprised at who was standing there.

"Hey, Eli. I know, I was suppose to meet you and Adam at his place but I couldn't stand my parents fighting, and I was walking over there and I saw Morty parked in the driveway and I just figured I might as well—"

"Clare, calm down. Breathe. It's alright, I was just headed there anyway. But since you're here, I'll call Adam and tell him to come here, okay?"

"That works." She said, shrugging. Clare's distressed and jumpier than usual.

"You can go wait in my room, I'm just going to call Adam." I told her and she nodded and walked up my stairs and into my bedroom. I didn't know if anything 'out of the ordinary' had happened to her yet, so I wasn't going to drop the bomb on her with out Adam. I went up in my room and grabbed my phone,

Hello?

"Adam, dude, change of plans. Clare showed up at my place, I'm gonna come get you. Be there in five seconds." I informed.

I'll be waiting.

And with that I hung up, and like last night, teleported myself into Adam's bedroom.

"Dude, that never gets old," He muttered from his seat on his desk chair.

"Tell me about it. Okay, so we've only got a few minutes before Clare realizes I'm gone."

"She hasn't said anything about anything weird happening to her?"

"No, but she was very…anxious when she showed up at my door, so I'm guessing something's up with her too."

"Okay, well how am I suppose to get back there?"

"There's something I wanna try…" I said with a smirk as he shot me a questioning gaze, "Hold onto my arm."

"Uh…"

"Just do it, dumbass." He hesitantly grabbed onto my arm and I teleported back to my house and was quite pleased when I saw Adam had joined me. Even more so when he almost fell.

"I am never fucking doing that again!" He exclaimed.

"Ha, that was priceless! You should've seen your face! Now be quite; Clare's upstairs and I haven't told her anything yet."

"Let me tell you, Clare has the purest thoughts I've ever read though she's sitting in the object of her affection's bedroom," Adam mused as we ascended the stairs, casing me to stop in my tracks.

"Her what?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Pretty nifty power I've got, ain't it?" He smirked, and I shook it off. We walked into my bedroom to see Clare pacing back and forth with her hand resting on her chin, the other on her waist, as she mumbled to herself and shook her head.

"Hey there, Clare Bear." Adam greeted her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Jesus, Adam! You scared me half to death!" She breathed.

"Sorry, Clare. Can I still get a hug?" He asked, opening his arms to the stunned beauty.

"Sure, why not?" She giggled stepping into his awaiting arms.

"Freaks…" I muttered, Clare laughed and stepped away from Adam so she was across from the two of us.

"So, what was this 'Meeting of the Misfits' for?" She asked suspiciously, looking between the two of us.

"Clare, did anything…strange happen to you after you left my house last night?" I asked.

"Not stranger than normal. May I ask why?"

"Well, we were just wondering because the two of us…well, it's be easier to show you than tell you." I said.

"Wait, dude, if you show her, she might have a heart attack. Maybe we should use subtlety? Let me do it," Adam intervened, "Okay, Clare, think of…anything." He said.

"Umm…why?" she questioned confusedly.

"Just do it," After a few moments, a look of amusement crossed his features, "Clare, you really just need to tell—"

"Adam!" Clare put her hands out to stop Adam from speaking and a small fire ball shot from her hand. Natural reaction, I then push her out of the way with my telekinesis, and teleported into the closet. The closet?

"Clare! Ow! You caught me on fire! How did you do that?" Adam shrieked as he stamped his shirt with his foot.

"I-I don't know! I'm sorry, but somehow you knew what I was going to say and I couldn't let you say it! And how did I end up on Eli's bed?" She questioned.

"That might be my fault," I muttered as I teleported out of the closet, "Sorry about that." I muttered. She looked at me with a very shocked, very pale face.

"What the heck is going on?" Clare whispered.

"Well isn't it obvious? We've got super powers." I said.

So that's what's happened from yesterday until now. And from here, it's only going to get crazier.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening. What is happening?" She questioned herself, as she placed her head in her hands, "So I guess that means I'm not the only one?"

"Only one? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I went to make myself oatmeal this morning and before I even touched the knob on the stove, the burner caught flames. By the way Adam, I am really sorry about that." She said guiltily.

I handed Adam a shirt and plopped down on my bed beside Clare, "So we all have super powers," I muttered.

Adam put the shirt over his head and sat on the other side of Clare, "Yeah, but how the fuck did we get them?"

"I have no idea…" Clare said, remorsefully as she slumped against the wall. Silence. Absolute silence. And let me tell you, that was a very odd thing for the three of us when we're together.

"Clare, I think your on to something!" Adam piped up. Clare gave me an odd look.

"I know right? It sucks when Adam won't stay out of your head." I said elbowing him in his ribcage.

"Oh shut up. Like I was saying, Clare, you might be right!"

"Okay, I didn't get the power of mind reading so will anybody mind filling me in?" I asked, annoyed.

"I was thinking, what if when we were struck by lighting, something was altered with our DNA?" Clare said, bringing me up to speed.

"But I thought we weren't effected by the lighting because we were in the car?" I questioned.

"No. We weren't hurt by the lightning strike because of the rubber wheels of the hearse, but that doesn't mean that the current didn't alter something in our atoms or nervous system or something. Either way, there's a good chance that when the lighting struck Morty with us passengers inside, we were in fact molecularly altered and given inhuman abilities." Clare finalized.

"Must you always speak in scientific terms, Blue Eyes?" I teased.

"Oh my gosh, the lightning gave us super powers, got it?"

"The question is; what do we do now?" Adam asked.

"Well, we learn how to control our powers so she doesn't catch anymore people on fire, and I don't go flinging anyone else into walls. As for you, you need to learn how to block people out, because I will teleport you to Bermuda-fucking-Triangle if you don't stay out of my head." I threatened.

"A-are you joking? We're not actually going to use our powers." Clare said.

"Why not? Aren't you the one that always says things always happen for a reason. What's the reason this happened to us?" I asked.

"Because you took the wrong road."

"You're really going to blame this on me?" I asked.

"If you'd stayed on the main road, we would've made it to your house quicker and wouldn't have been struck by lighting."

"Why can't we look at this as a blessing instead of a curse?" Adam asked.

"Because this is not human; this is not normal." Clare said.

"Since when has any of us ever been considered normal? You're a freaking wiz-kid, Adam's a transgender, and I'm a Gothic Hearse driver. Doesn't that just scream normalcy?" I retorted, sarcastically.

"Why give us another reason to label ourselves freaks, Eli?"

"Since when did any of us really give a fuck? I'm telling you Clare; I don't believe in a 'Higher Power' but I do believe things happen for a reason. What is our reason?"

"So what are we suppose to do; go to school, pretend that we didn't get super powers and that you can't teleport and move things with your mind, and Adam can't read people's minds, and I can't make fire shoot out of my freaking hand?" She questioned uneasily, causing me to smirk.

"Yeah, pretty much." I replied.

"I swear, Elijah, you will be the death of me." She muttered, falling back onto my bed.

"All I'm asking—all we're asking—is that you don't damn us yet. Give us a chance to learn how to control this. Give us a chance to figure out why we even have this. Because it wasn't just Adam and I who were given the kickass abilities, Clare, you were too. And hey! At least we all got the powers we wanted, right?"

"I guess so…" she mumbled.

"So does that mean we can actually take this to our advantage? BOOYAH!" Adam cried, pumping his fist in the air.

"Dude, who are you?" I asked, causing Clare to giggle.

"I am Adam-fucking-Torres, and I can totally read people's minds!" He exclaimed, again pounding his fist in the air.

"So what do we do now?" Clare asked.

"We practice." I said smugly.

…

…

…

"Okay, Clare, you can control fire in your hands, but can you do it with your mind?" I asked her as we set up in my back yard.

"Uh, I think so. I didn't do anything when I caught the stove on fire this morning."

"Okay, well what I want you to do is use your mind to try and create a fire in that barrel over there," I said pointing to a large metal barrel that Adam and I had put old papers, dry twigs and leaves in, "Can you do that?" I asked.

"I think so." She responded.

"Alright, now just concentrate. Think about the barrel." She did as I said and after a few minutes, the barrel ignited in a large burst.

"Whoa…" Clare said, taken back.

"Amazing, right?" Now see if you can put it out." I instructed. It seemed to die down for a moment, but roared back to life after a failed attempt.

"That's alright. At least we know you can, but it'll take some practice. Now, because your power is an element, there might be weaknesses."

"And you say I need to lay off the comic books…" Adam called from the lawn chair he was sitting in.

"Who ever thought any of that information could have been useful?" I asked rhetorically, "Anyway, do you mind getting a little wet?"

"How much is a little?" She asked.

"A little as in, soaked from head to toe." I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"Are you sure this has to do with testing Clare's strengths and weaknesses and not yours, Casanova?" Adam mocked.

"You tell me, you're the mind reader." I snarked back.

Silence for a few more seconds, "You're clean!"

"If you're finished…Clare?" I looked back to her.

"I don't have a change of clothes."

"I can handle that. Is there anyone home at your place?" I asked and she shook her head no, "Grab my hand," She gave me a questioning look but did as I said, "We'll be right back!"

"Yeah, yeah," Adam muttered lazily. I made sure I had a strong grasp on her hand and teleported into her house.

"Whoa!" She said trying to catch her balance as we appeared in her room, "That's incredible."

"Nifty, huh? Alright, grab your clothes so we can get back." I said, sitting myself down on her bed. She muttered something to herself about having the worst head rush of her life and gathered a small knapsack with extra clothes.

"Uh…ready?" She asked unsure.

"Don't worry Clare; you'll get use to it." I assured.

"Easy for you to say; it's your power. Like after I got over the shock of shooting fire from my hand, it felt natural." She said.

"Maybe you're right, but I'm the only one who can share my power."

"Maybe, Adam might be able to too. Show what he's thinking to someone else?" Clare reasoned.

"Maybe. I'll have him practice it." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Wouldn't you make one amazing teacher, huh?" She mused.

"Because I can apply learning how to use our new super powers to everyday life, right…" I muttered, grabbing her hand. I teleported back to my backyard.

"Whoa…" She said again, catching her balance.

"Not much fun, is it?" Adam asked.

"No, not at all." Clare breathed out.

"Stop hating on my power," I snarked, "Alright, now it's my turn to try something." I muttered, looking at Clare evilly.

"Oh crap, this can't be good…" She muttered. I turned to the five gallon bucket of water and focused on it, bringing the water only into the air and dropping it on Clare.

"EEEELIIIII!" She squealed and squirmed as she was hit with the cold water.

"Okay, now what I want you to do is try and make a fireball in your hand, see if when you skin is wet, if it'll still light," I instructed. I'm guessing she tried, but all she created was a bunch of smoke, "Okay, so your body isn't resistant to the elements, but is your mind? Trying lighting the barrel again." And just like before, the barrel caught fire.

"Professor Goldsworthy, is that a good thing?" Adam asked in a very lethargic tone.

"Yes, because it means even when her body is limited by the elements, her mind isn't. Unless she's fully submerged in water, she can always use her power." I informed.

"Clare, are you even cold anymore?" Adam asked.

"No, just really uncomfortable. Eli, if we're done with the experimental part of this practice, can I go change now?" I nodded and she grabbed her bag off the table and headed into the house.

"Okay, Adam your turn," I called him over.

"What…I've already gotten good blocking you out considering your thoughts while seeing Clare wet."

"Dude, I'm not kidding about the Bermuda Triangle," I threatened, "And I want you to try spreading your thought to someone else, in this case, me."

"Okay…how would you like me to do that, Doctor Doom?"

"Try speaking to me through your mind." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Grow a pair of balls and tell Clare you like her.

"There. I did it. Can I go back to reading my fucking comic book now?"

"You want the comic book?" I asked, tauntingly, "Go. Get it." I said as I flung the paper back in the air, holding it there with the invisible force of my mind.

"Put it down, ya prick." He demanded through clenched teeth as my smirk grew wider.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked, dangling it over the still lit fire.

"You. Wouldn't. Dare," I let it slip a few more centimeters, "NO!"

"Eli, give him his comic book back before I put you in the fire pit," Clare threatened as she walked out the back door, drying her hair with a towel, "Now will the two of you come here, I wanna show you something!" She said eagerly. She snapped her finger and a miniature fireball the size of a small bouncy ball rested just above the tip of her index finger. She began to play with it threw her fingers and roll it up her arm letting it graze into her palm where she extinguished the flame by enclosing it in both hands, "Guys, it's not just my palms that won't burn; I'm completely fire proof!" She exclaimed. I've got to admit, it was pretty remarkable to see Clare literally playing with fire and still remain unharmed.

"Aw, man, I wanna be able to do that…" Adam whined.

"You don't need to; you've already furthered your power."

"Really, what can you do?" Clare turned, her bright blue eyes seemed to have a spark they didn't in them before.

"I can spread my thoughts to other people." Adam grumbled, pulling his beanie further down on his head and putting his hand into his pockets.

"Really? Am I the only one who can't share my power without other people getting hurt?" Clare complained.

"Who knows, maybe you can in some way. Even without the flames, you're really hot," Adam said, causing me to growl, "God, Eli, calm down, I didn't mean like that. I mean she's hot," He said, placing the back of his hand on her head and quickly removing it, "Maybe she can…I don't know…spread her warmth or something." I was about to suggest we practice it, but Clare but her finger up silencing me.

"Ah! Some other time, because I'm so drained. I need water. Can't we just go inside and rest?" She asked, the spark in her eyes from earlier literally going out.

"Sure, but there's one thing I want to try; Clare, go to any room in the house, but don't tell me where." I instructed.

"Come on, Clare Bear," Adam ushered her inside.

"Adam, think to me when she's ready, just don't say where she is."

"Gotcha." I waited a few minutes until I heard Adam in my head, Ready.

I wondered if this would work, not going to a specific place, but to go where somebody or someone else was. I just hope I don't have to be specific. Just to be sure, I thought not only her name, but her face to be sure I got it right. I closed my eyes, Clare, and opened them to see myself standing in a…closet? I looked around and saw Clare, so it must have worked.

I chuckled, "A closet, Blue Eyes?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I figured it would be less conspicuous."

"Oh…definitely." I muttered.

Don't do it Goldsworthy, get out of the closet. Adam's voice quipped in my head.

Stay the fuck out of my head. I growled.

I let out an exasperated and opened the closet door, "Remind me to actually bring Adam to the Bermuda Triangle."

"Uh…Do I want to know?" Clare giggled.

"No." I chuckled.

Clare collapsed on the couch next to Adam, he putting his arm around her shoulder as if she would crumble.

"Eli, could you get me a glass of water, please?" Clare asked polite as usual. I got her her water and she chugged it down as if she'd never had water in her life. As soon as she finished, the spark came back into her eye, but not as intense as before.

"Thirsty?" Adam joked.

"You have no idea." Clare sighed.

"I think I know what it is," I mused, "I think when she uses her power, it draws the water out of her body or something and she becomes dehydrated."

"It makes sense. Just always carry a bottle of water on you."

"You think I'm always going to be using my power like this?" Clare asked.

"No, but your body heat may have something to do with it too. It might not be as draining as using your power, but you'll still be vulnerable."

"Clare, do you even know what temperature you're running at?" Adam asked.

"No."

"Eli, you got a thermometer?"

"Oh, come on. We all got super powers and I'm still the freak?" Clare asked.

"It's in the medicine cabinet," I chuckled at Clare.

"I'll be right back, Clare Bear." Adam teased, patting the top of her head and running down the hall. Clare huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, slumping against the couch.

"So how high do you think my temperature is?" She asked.

"High enough to kill somebody else." I chuckled when she groaned.

"Found it!" Adam called, running into the living room and hopping on the couch beside Clare, "Open wide." He said, placing the thermometer in front of her.

"Ahhh," Clare said as Adam put it under her tongue, "Ow mong do I has to hol it her?" Clare mumbled.

"Just a few more minutes," Adam said and Clare sighed, falling back again, "Okay, I think it's ready," Adam said, pulling the thermometer from her mouth, "Jesus Clare. You read one hundred and ten degrees Fahrenheit. You should be dead."

"Oh my Gosh, that's unbelievable…" Clare mused.

"It's fucking crazy is what it is," I said, grabbing the thermometer from Adam, "Whatever you do, don't do to the doctor." I muttered.

We all sat in silence, our mind's replaying the events of the last two days.

"Clare…" Adam sung out.

"Adam?"

"We should totally have a bon fire!"

"Why can't you do it the old fashioned way; wood, twigs, some paper, a match, and lighter fluid?" She asked.

"Clare, that takes too long." Adam whined.

"That's the point of the lighter fluid." She mused.

"Pweassssssssssssssssssssse?" Adam begged, crossing his hands in front of him and giving his best puppy dog pout.

Clare looked like she was going to crack, "Well…what do you think, Eli?" She asked, putting me on the spot. I smirked in return,

"I'll get the marshmallows." I said, and flashed into the kitchen. I needed to find out what to call this. Teleporting seemed so, stiff. Zapping was more of Clare's forte, so I guess flashing would work. I flashed back into the living room with the bag if marshmallows, and Adam practically flew out the front door.

"If Adam's having fun playing with my power, imagine what he'll do to take advantage of yours." She said, poking me in my chest.

"He doesn't like flashing, and as long as he stays out of my head, he won't have to worry about it." I chuckled.

"Clare Bear!" Adam called from outside.

"Alright! Alright, Adam!" She jogged to the back yard.

She walked to the barrel and snapped; the flame roared to life. The spark in her eye seemed to intensify with the use of her power.

We all just watched the flame until Clare spoke, "What do we do tomorrow?"

"We act normal." I answered.

"Normal? Eli, we're normal?" Adam asked.

"Normal as three teenagers that stick out like sore thumbs in high school can be." I concluded.

So…was it a fail? Because I'm sorry if it was. Truly.

So, what do you think? Will the trio be able to handle their new abilities?

Were they 'God Given' or just coincidence; in the wrong place at the wrong time?

So there's one thing I want to get straight, which I think you guys may be confused about, which I should have elaborated in Indescribable and because this is a branch off of that story, it goes for this one, too. Ali and Clare did notknow that Adam was a transgender. When they met, they were young, around eight or nine. So Adam had not developed Gracie's mature body; it was never noticed. And he wasn't old enough to hit puberty, so they figured he just sounded like a girl. And when he started wrapping himself, they didn't notice. And as much as he trusted them, they were the only friends he had, and he didn't want to risk it. Do you understand now? Sorry for not elaborating that earlier, but it just dawned on me.

Oh! And another thing! I forgot the Author's Note in the last chapter...

(1): The House of Night is a vampire series that I read(Don't judge me!) and vampyres is the way they spell it. Forgot to mention that.

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