A/N: I wrote this as my version of a season premiere – an "episode" that resolved Raven and Chelsea's issues, and set up story lines I want to see in the show. This was written after the Sleevemore trilogy so unfortunately it's become pretty AU. I would love for Chelsea to return and become a full-time character, but it looks like that's not happening. (I see this Sebastion character and all I can think is how that should be Chelsea. *cries*) I guess this is my fantasy episode now.

Thanks for reading and reviewing! I don't post fanfic often, so it's nice to know that people still read when I do post.

Chapter Five

Even though she knew her mother and Chelsea were talking upstairs, Nia genuinely tried to take a nap. She did have a bad cold after all. While she could read others' minds, her head was foggy, and dizzy at any given moment. Her nose felt worse. She'd already used up a whole box of tissues and was tearing through her second. Hopefully the medicine her mother brought home would give her some relief.

Raven shouting her name interrupted Nia's sound sleep. Apparently Aunt Chelsea told her about the psychic cold. Nia didn't even mind when she saw that her mother and her aunt were getting along again. In the car to the Sleevemore Center, she smiled the entire ride there while Raven and Chelsea explained their business plans. Not only had she and her brothers resolved the fight, they'd helped their parents' careers as well.

Booker and Levi sat on either side of her in the car. Levi leaned away from her to avoid catching her cold, but Booker didn't seem to care. (Nia suspected he would be happy to catch her cold if it meant reading minds.) They also couldn't help smiling, equally thrilled that the moms were getting along.

The Baxter-Grayson clan drew some attention when they showed up at the center without an appointment. After saying hello to familiar faces, with Nia apologizing to Miles again, Dr. Sleevemore told everyone to clear out while he diagnosed the patient. "So Booker," Dr. Sleevemore said, directing them to the exam tables. "I heard one of you say 'psychic cold.' Funny, your nose doesn't look very red to me."

Nia stepped in front of Booker and waved. "That's because he's not the one with the cold."

"She's reading everyone's minds," Levi volunteered. "It's really cool but also kind of creepy."

Stunned, Dr. Sleevemore asked, "Nia, have you had psychic episodes before?"

"Nope, except for when I had Booker's visions. But those were his."

Dr. Sleevemore was quiet for a minute while he processed this information. "Amazing. I've never a psychic cold where the patient wasn't already psychic beforehand. Raven, did this happen to you?"

Raven shook her head. "No, I already had visions before I caught my first psychic cold. My mom told me they're normal, relatively speaking. My grandmother gets them too."

"Viv is psychic too?" Booker exclaimed.

Nia laughed. "Now it makes sense. Any time Mom say she's going to call Viv, Viv calls her first."

"She's such a show-off," Raven grumbled. "I'm gonna beat her to it one of these days."

Booker stared at his mother. "Okay, I gotta know. Grandma Tanya – psychic or not psychic?"

"Not psychic."

"Huh."

"If I may get us back on track," Dr. Sleevemore said, patting the examination table. "Nia, hop up. Raven, if it's alright with you, Dr. Jasmine and I will do a few tests. I have a theory and I want to see if we can confirm it."

Over the next couple hours, Nia took a variety of tests. Most of them involved being attached to weird machines that measured and analyzed psychic activity. Booker even participated in a few of them to see if their twin connection made a difference. After they were done, she hung out with Miles while Dr. Sleevemore and Dr. Jasmine reviewed the results. Nia returned to the examination table with her family to hear the diagnosis.

With an arm around her daughter's shoulders, Raven demanded, "So, what's going on with Nia?"

"Did you find out how she caught a psychic cold?" Chelsea asked.

Dr. Jasmine stepped forward. "We believe it goes back to my VNA theory. Nia has the potential for psychic abilities, so they came out when she got a cold."

"But I've had colds before, and this never happened," Nia argued.

"We think your psychic senses have been heightened given recent events," Dr. Sleevemore explained. "First your twin brother gains his psychic abilities, which could affect yours through your bond. Then you temporarily gain his visions. All of this could have shocked your system and woken up dormant abilities. Reading minds might even be your main ability. I definitely want to see you back here once you recover from your cold."

Nia hesitated while she sorted through the new information. "Wait, so, you don't even know if I'll stop reading minds or not?"

Dr. Sleevemore shrugged. "My inclination is to say it will fade, mainly because of your family history. But you also might start having visions. Again, I've never seen this before, so I can't give you a definite answer. You clearly have some psychic ability...right below the surface, searching for an outlet. After you recover from your cold, you can start coming here for what we call 'psychic tutoring.'"

"'Psychic tutoring'?" Nia, Booker and Raven asked in unison.

"Yes, it's a program I've developed to help encourage psychic abilities. It mostly involves meditation and other exercises. Many of the members here participate."

Her hand on her daughter's shoulder, Raven asked, "So...if Nia does this, she'll develop her psychic ability? Visions like me and Booker?"

"Most likely. Again, I can't guarantee it. At the very least she'll become more intuitive."

While Nia smiled, eager to finally be psychic like the rest of her family, Raven gave her a stern look. "Nia, you have to really think about this. I know you want visions, but sometimes they feel more like a curse than a gift. If you develop a psychic ability...it'll change your life forever."

"What are you talking about, Mom?" Booker asked. "Visions are amazing. I mean, you wouldn't give them up, right?"

Both twins were confused when Raven and Dr. Sleevemore made eye contact for a long, tense moment. Chelsea gave Raven a brief hug. The three adults clearly shared a complex history that would not be revealed until their kids were older. Still, Nia pressed anyway. "You wouldn't, right Mom?"

Another long silence passed before Raven finally answered. "No. No, I wouldn't give up my visions, and they are amazing. But knowing something in advance can be a burden. If it's bad, and you can't change it...you always feel responsible. Even if you're not." She glanced at her son, and he couldn't meet her gaze.

Nia believed her mother. Visions were probably more complicated than she could imagine. Even so, she didn't let it distract her from this golden opportunity. What if this was her only chance to be psychic? Her life already changed when Booker had his first vision, so she knew exactly what her decision would be. "Mom, I've wanted visions ever since I found out about them. And it's not like flipping a switch. If I go to a few tutoring sessions and I don't like them, I'll stop. But I want this, Mom. More than anything."

Almost a week later, Nia shuffled into her apartment after school, looking dejected as she dumped her backpack on the club chair. Her mother and Chelsea barely noticed. After saying hello, they returned to their original task – planning Raven's fashion line. Raven rediscovered her passion for it now that she had Chelsea's input. While Chelsea didn't design, she knew what people liked and needed. She added practicality that balanced out Raven's over-the-top tendencies.

Seeing them together improved Nia's mood more than she'd expected. Almost losing Aunt Chelsea and Levi made her realize how lucky she was to have them. Trying not to smile, Nia cleared her throat to get the moms' attention again. "So, I'm feeling much better. My cold is gone."

That made them both glance over. "Glad to hear it, sweetie," Raven said, but there was worry in her eyes. "Does this mean...?"

Nia sighed and flopped down on the couch next to the moms. "Yup. I am officially back to being the only non-psychic Baxter."

Putting an arm around her daughters' shoulders, Raven assured her, "Hey, you can still go to those psychic tutoring sessions. And it doesn't matter to me if you never get visions, or any other ability. All I care about is that you're happy. Trust me, after all I've been through with my visions, they're not all they're cracked up to be."

"Hey," Chelsea said, "We've had some great times because of those visions. It's a part of who you are...like how I can organize, and Nia's great at science. Visions aren't a gift or a curse – they just are. What matters is how you handle them." Distracted by a drawing on the table, Chelsea picked it up and tilted her head sideways. "Rae, is that a scarf or a dress?"

Raven groaned. "It's a poncho, Chels. I was trying something."

"Uh huh, and would the bike shorts come with it?"

Annoyed, Raven grabbed the paper out of Chelsea's hands. "It's a work in progress, okay?"

Nia couldn't help laughing. "Sorry, I'm just so happy you're getting along again. I keep remembering what you thought about each other when you were angry, and it goes back to what mom said about visions. Reading minds was cool, but there were times I heard stuff I did not want to hear." Both Monday and Tuesday she had to go home from school early. She'd tried to stay, but the constant overload of thoughts became too much. Maybe she shouldn't rush to be psychic if she might end up hearing her classmates' thoughts all day long.

Her mother looked embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry about that. Chels told me how you heard what we were thinking during our fight. In my defense I didn't realize anyone else was in my head." She paused. "You know, you'd think I would? Maybe I should go to some tutoring sessions myself and fine-tune my psychic intuition."

"It's weird," Nia said. "Nothing I heard was worse than what you actually said to each other. Both of you kept thinking how much you regretted the fight, but you just kept going."

Chelsea nodded. "Well, I think your mother and I need to start communicating better, so we don't fight like that again."

"Come on, Chels, we're always gonna fight. It's what best friends do," Raven replied. "But we can do everything in our power to avoid it. I know you're gonna find your own place eventually, but it needs to be a rational, mature decision – not something we use against each other when we don't get along."

Relieved there would be peace in her household again, for a while at least, Nia went to pick up her backpack. "Well, I'm glad you two are getting along again. I'm going to study."

"What test do you have?" Raven asked.

Nia reached into her backpack and took out a book on meditation. "It's not a test, exactly. I found this in the library, so I thought I'd try to practice before my first psychic tutoring session. Wish me luck."