Hello again my lovely readers! :3 This would be my second chapter to Static Pulse! Please, read on and enjoy what you've been craving for so long. Btw, if no one likes how I describe Storm's history don't yell at me. I heard that she was Egyptian and I'm sticking with it because it's a cool background...Not to mention she used to be thought of as a Goddess...lol

Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Sky High OR X-Men or anything associated with the three. But Elysia is mine. ALL MINE! –maniacal laughter-

I felt someone shaking my shoulder, their icy fingers biting through my thin gray shirt. I opened my eyes slowly and looked over to meet the eyes of my mother. She was smiling and it actually looked like she was happy.

"Here we are honey." She looked out the windshield and rested her chin on the steering wheel. "Maxville, Washington."

I followed her gaze and found myself looking at what I guessed was our new house. It wasn't big but it wasn't small, just right for two people to live in, I guess. White with light blue shutters and shingles, plain porch that could be used for whatever we chose. Definitely not something Mom would've picked. Nevertheless, I cracked a small smile and looked over again. "Wanna go check it out inside?" She met my gaze and nodded.

When I stepped out of the car I could see that the movers, who had been following us the whole way, had already begun to unload and bring furniture and what small amount of personal belongings we had. Much of the stuff that we did have was a minor link to our cultural background - Egyptian styled rugs and tapestries, furniture made of wicker or leather imported from Cairo, antiquities that she'd accumulated over the years. Very few of the things we'd brought were actually mine—my bed made from a special material that didn't conduct any electricity—or anything that I may end up creating—two butterfly chairs, a mahogany desk, an upgraded HP desk top, not to mention the hundreds of books I've read and liked - or are getting around to reading. I followed them and my mother up the small porch and through the threshold.

Of course, the inside wasn't all that different from the outside - unbelievably mundane. I started to get a feeling that there was something else about the house that made it special. Special enough for my mother to pick it. But, like (almost) everything else about my mother I wasn't going to try and push her. Wouldn't want to bring about a horrible storm to the unsuspecting town…city…thing that is Maxville, now would we? No? Thought not. Anyway, the house didn't seem to be all that great. It was modest and roomy enough for us—though nothing compared to the mansion Mom used to be accustomed to. Sometimes, I really wonder what she's given up just to take care of me. And it's moments like these that I get slightly depressed. Feeling the air around me become cooler, I adjusted the temperature to what it was before, hoping Mom hadn't noticed.

"So, whatcha think?" I looked behind me, Mom standing at the threshold of the living room where I stood in the middle. Smiling at her, I shrugged.

"It's great." I grinned at her and walked over, intending to help the men who were lugging in our stuff. Mom laughed and followed.

Several hours later, and a little over a hundred boxes later, my mom and I plopped down on our couch, out of breath but feeling rather accomplished. Brushing back my hair, I waved good-bye to the movers who were equally—if not more so—sweaty and tired. They smiled and waved as they shut the door. Throwing my head back, I sighed in relief and felt the weight of the day settle on me and wanted nothing more to get into my bed and be done with the day. Screw that it wasn't even eight o'clock!

"Mom?" I lightly whacked her in the side and she grunted in reply. "You paid those guys, right?" She nodded into a throw pillow and I giggled. "'Kay. I'm gonna go up and try and set up my bed upstairs. I don't know about you but I sure want to sleep on a real bed tonight." Again, all I got was a grunt and a wave in reply.

Stretching as I made my way upstairs, I looked at the walls and pictured them with our pictures of them. Of course, there would be more pictures of just the two of us than more. But I could live with that. I mean, it'd always been the two of us for as long as I could remember. I was just fine with it. But Mom…I stopped at the landing and looked down, back at the living room, at Mom's sleeping form. I'm not sure if Mom is OK. She's hurting…Continuing my way, I went to one of the three rooms that made up our upstairs, the one we'd deigned mine.

Sighing in exasperation, I got to work and in a little under an hour—after ten or fifteen minutes of looking for the damned screw driver—I had assembled my queen-sized bed, including my mattresses and bed clothes. Stripping down to my underwear, I remembered the blinds and went over to drop them. Going around all the boxes piled around the room, I got to the only window and just as I was about to pull the cord I noticed something. A boy who looked like he belonged in a Fourth of July promotional banner was standing near his own window in the house next to mine, blushing like a tomato and it looked like he'd just seen a rather enticing ghost.

Blinking, I realized what the hell was going on and shrieked, causing the boy to start and scream too. Pulling the string and dashing out of the way at the same time, I successfully managed to block out the boy and his staring. Feeling my body heat up in embarrassment, I ducked underneath my silver and black covers. I can't believe I didn't think of the other people around here! I let a boy see me in my underwear! Batman and Robin undies be damned, that's not good! Burrowing underneath the covers, I tried to forget my ordeal and eventually drifted off to a restless sleep.

How'd ja like it? I had fun writing it. Review please!

-Ash