Evangeline was never the most extraverted person. Considering that, she and Warren should make good Mad Science partners, right? WarrenxEvangeline
Yeah, I know what you guys are thinking. Come on, Claire, you haven't written in forever! I'm very sorry for that. With spring musical and the end of school (plus a major case of writer's block), I completely lost my writing time. Seriously – I didn't write on any of my stories for weeks. It was murder. Then, I went and saw Wicked and was gone for a week or so with no internet. Came home – still no inspiration. Then I went to work camp and met my boyfriend. He's totally sweet and wonderful and has inspired me to keep writing, even if he's not aware of it. I just suddenly had a bit of spark and was able to write and I've finally got a chapter for you guys! I'll try to keep it up and I hope you guys enjoy!
Disclaimer: Only in my wildest dreams.
Spark – Chapter 12
Warren and Evangeline got off the bus together, the car seat in his grip. They had decided that it was just easier to stay at her house than trade off everyday. Plus – it was an excuse for them to be together. Whether they could handle being together 24-7, they weren't sure, but they both still had work (for Warren) and ballet (for Evangeline). "We're home," Evangeline called out as she pulled her key out of the door handle. Edward sat at the counter in the kitchen.
"We're?" Edward asked as the two came into the kitchen. His eyes widened a little before his face grew into a smirk. "Ah, I see that you have reached the baby assignment."
"Yep," she smiled a little at her brother.
"So, going for the spending the night option?" he inquired, sipping some water. "It's probably easier."
"Really? How so?"
"My partner and I traded off. Torture. It would've just been easier if we were both there…wouldn't have slept through some of those cries."
Evangeline smiled at her brother's reminiscing. They headed upstairs to her bedroom and cracked open the text books. This was easy enough. All they had to do was study and every time the baby cried, they would attend to it. Rather than cook that night, they simply ordered in pizza. By the time it was 10:30, Warren and Evangeline settled in to fall asleep. Half an hour later, they were rudely awakened by the beginning of the simulator's cries. They both groaned before Evangeline climbed out and put her key in the back. She sat in the white wicker chair, holding the bottle up and trying to remain awake.
Finally, she was able to crawl back into bed and try to sleep. Within two hours of the first awakening, the baby cried again. This time, Warren got up and changed the diaper quickly before fall back into a slumber. This was the baby's routine throughout the night: waking them at the most inconvenient times. When the morning came, neither was too thrilled to have to attend Sky High. Edward sat at the counter for breakfast, smirking slightly. "Good nights rest?"
Evangeline sent him a small glare. "The greatest," Warren added with heavy sarcasm. Edward gestured to the pot of coffee (since he drank it every once in a while) and hot chocolate mix. Warren gratefully poured himself a cup of coffee as Evangeline made some hot chocolate. Of course, now the simulator sat silent. This irony slightly irked them since it had taken to waking them up at all hours of the night. This was the beginning of a long month.
Friday night had come all too soon. Luckily for Warren and Evangeline, there was no ballet or shifts this week. That gave them the proper time to settle into the lifestyle with the simulator. Classes had been slightly more difficult since the baby had a habit of crying during some, in which case they had to leave the room to tend to it. Warren had gotten a chance to run home after one school day to pack some clothes to keep at Evangeline's during the project and let his mom know how things were going. They had settled into it so well that now, they were getting along much better with the few hours of sleep than they had the first night. Warren and Evangeline arrived home in the afternoon, rather ready for the weekend and a chance to catch up on lost sleep. Laughter from more than one voice was coming from the dining room. Edward soon appeared, coming towards them. "Bad news, guys," he announced quietly. "Everyone decided to come home this weekend."
"Everyone?" Evangeline asked, trying to catch a glimpse into the dining room.
Edward nodded. "Emmett, Ella, Elijah, everyone." He headed back to the dining room.
Evangeline swore under her breath. "We're screwed. They're going to find out and…" she glanced around, speaking softly.
"Evi, calm down," Warren sat the carrier down and put his hands on her shoulders. "As far as they know, we're just partners on the simulator project. We just have to lay off the couple stuff." Evangeline smiled at him, indicating she thought he was a complete and total genius. They headed into the family room confidently.
"Evangeline, we were wondering when you'd get home!" Ella got up out of her chair and hugged her daughter.
"Hey Mom," she replied softly. "It's good to see you guys too."
Elijah hugged her next. "Good to be home with you and Edward." When he let go, he looked Warren over quickly. "Evangeline, would you like to make some introductions?"
"Mom, Dad, Emmett, this is Warren Peace, my lab partner," Evangeline gestured as Warren sat the car seat down. "Warren, these are my parents Ella and Elijah, and my brother, Emmett."
Warren held out his hand, putting on the charm. "It's wonderful to meet you."
Ella, Elijah, and Emmett smiled back at him, both shaking his hand. "So, I see you've made it to the baby project," Ella teased a little. "How much sleep are you both getting?"
"Not much, but enough to get by," Warren replied calmly. This elicited a few laughs.
"Boy or girl?" Emmett asked.
"Girl," Evangeline told him. "Jamie Peace."
"So, you're Warren Peace?" Elijah inquired. Warren nodded, expecting the usual reaction to that question. "I remember your mother in high school. She's a very nice person."
"Thank you very much, sir," he commented, relieved.
"Well, Evangeline, why don't we get started on dinner, or do you have ballet tonight?" Ella turned to her daughter.
"Nope, no ballet." She smiled. "What did you have in mind?" Warren watched as the girls went into the kitchen, discussing what to eat that night. Ella sort of reminded him of Evangeline in a sense, but they were certainly very different people. Just the feeling that came off them was no where near identical.
Elijah sat down in a chair, as did his sons. "So, Warren, what do you do in your free time?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
"I study, do my homework, and work at the Chinese restaurant, the Paper Lantern," Warren told him. Elijah nodded in approval.
For the next hour, Elijah and Emmett asked Warren questions. It was a little short of an interrogation. Once, the baby cried, sparking a conversation among the men until Evangeline came in and told them dinner was ready. Elijah and Ella sat at the ends of the table. Emmett and Edward sat on one side while Evangeline and Warren sat on the other. The baby's carrier sat in between them on the floor. The conversation was lively and interesting for Warren to watch. He had never seen or experienced something like this – a conversation between a family of mental abilities. They were all aware of what the rest of the people in the room were feeling or thinking, so some things went unsaid. Some would begin to laugh at random moments at absolutely nothing, partly because of a thought they had heard. It was quite the experience. They sort of felt like one of those sitcom families…like the Brady Bunch or something, the way they acted around each other.
The following week wasn't as simple though. Both had to return to their out of school activities. Tuesday night was particularly difficult. Warren had a shift right after school and Evangeline had ballet starting an hour before Warren got off. As she walked in with the car seat, Samantha and Garrett smirked at her. "What's this?" Samantha teased as Evangeline sat the carrier down. "You two have certainly been busy."
"Funny Sam," Evangeline shot her a look of mock appreciativeness.
Garrett carefully picked up the baby. "What's its name?"
"Jamie Peace," she replied, dropping the baby bag on the floor before yanking her hair back into a ponytail.
"All right! Let's get started!" Stephanie called out. Garrett placed the baby back in the carrier as they began to stretch. Soon enough, and not to Evangeline's surprise, the baby began to cry. Garrett and Samantha laughed a little as Evangeline went over and picked up the baby, rocking it back and forth. The class continued as the simulator wouldn't calm down. Warren came in to pick up the baby.
"Hey, let me take her," Warren told her, gently taking the baby in his arms. Evangeline kissed him on the cheek and returned to class. He rocked the baby back and forth a bit, saying soft, soothing things.
Sam leaned over to Evangeline during a brief break. "Very romantic," she commented, teasing a little. "When do you two plan on getting married?"
Evangeline bumped into Samantha, making her loose her balance a little. "Depends. How's it going with you and Garrett? Should we be expecting a little one from you two any time soon?"
Samantha rolled her eyes. "Very mature, Evi," her tone was flat.
"Just returning the favor, Sam," Evangeline still retained some of the teasing tone. Warren kept a bit of an eye on the class. He was sort of amazed at how everything looked. Each person moved so gracefully and smoothly between each movement, both the guys and girls alike. It was beautiful beyond belief. Most people were doing their own thing, as they had been instructed to do, but it looked so perfect. And when they were all in unison, each move was sharp and crisp, but still retained the beauty and grace. Warren felt like, with this project, he was gaining more insight into Evangeline's life. He was realizing that he hadn't really understood what her life was like, the beauty and grace of ballet, the unspoken words with her family and how hard it was for her to keep their romance a secret.
It was after midnight, almost one in the morning. Warren and Evangeline were both sound asleep, as well as Edward in his own room. Elijah, Ella, and Emmett had all returned to New York City at the end of the weekend, leaving the three alone for the week, and possibly more time too. It was one of the most restful nights they had gotten in the near month that this project had been going on. Both had fallen asleep around nine from sheer exhaustion and the quiet opportunity. They were almost at a full four hours straight – a record, so far for them. That's when Jamie began to cry. Warren and Evangeline groaned in unison, rolling onto their stomachs, and pulling the pillows over their heads. They were hoping that it was just a false alarm, as it happened sometimes.
It wasn't a false alarm. Jamie continued to cry for a minute. Evangeline shifted the covers and rolled out, trying not to fall the minute her feet hit the floor. She picked up the baby from the carrier and began to rock her a little. She was still crying. "Aw, Jamie," Evangeline whispered, gently rocking her back and forth. Evangeline pressed the key into the slot and pulled out a bottle. Jamie's cries ended. Evangeline sighed and sat down in the white wicker chair, pulling her knees up. She cradled the baby carefully, holding the bottle up. The room was silent again.
Warren woke up around 1:30. He rolled over, looking towards the chair. Evangeline was asleep in the chair, holding a silent baby Jamie. He smiled at the sight. Jamie cooed a little, but fell silent again. Warren began to think again. They still hadn't entirely figured out what powers of theirs had been passed on to the little simulator. From the way that she seemed to understand when they were happy, Warren was near positive that Evangeline's empathic talents. And Evangeline had been telling him lately that she felt rather warm to her whenever she picked up the baby, and Evangeline was near positive that Jamie had Warren's pyro powers. The scene just looked right to him – Evangeline, beautiful as ever, asleep with a little child sleeping in her arms. To think that, soon, they'd have to return Jamie wrenched his heart a little. At first, it had just been a project, but then, this little baby simulator had grown on them. They had stopped referring to it as the simulator or the baby and called her Jamie, although, they did still say baby sometimes. Giving her back was going to be rather strange and, dare he even say it, emotional.
So, I hope you guys enjoyed. Hopefully my writing streak will keep going for a while.