I don't own.
I just realized I pretty much completely stole the idea for Adusia's power from Pushing Daises, which was a great show and should never have been cancelled.
Adusia watched her sister quietly, flexing her gloved hands.
Everyone expected that she would be the key to winning. Having someone that can bring people back to life after they die? Thats a very powerful thing to have.
But what people didn't seem to understand was that she couldn't bring people back more than once. She couldn't bring back someone she killed. She couldn't bring back someone that had been dead for too long, or had been killed in some way that had destroyed them. A stab to the heart, a shot to the brain. If they didn't have all essential organs well enough to work long enough for her to fix them, they were dead.
She had limitations, unlike her sister, who could explode just enough to blow out a window, or cause the world to end.
Her sister, Sarah. Adusia had been watching Sarah disappear slowly for years. Each time she used her power, one more piece of the person she had been was gone, leaving Adusia with a stranger that she couldn't understand, couldn't exsist next to, but couldn't stop loving because she had her sisters face and memories.
Ziva walked silently towards her, also watching the girl that looked like Sarah.
"Ziva." Adusia greeted her.
"Adusia. How are you?"
"I'm just wondering how long it'll be until my sister will be gone beyond my reach, and all I'll have let is a bomb that looks like my sister. You?"
Ziva didn't answer, but continued to watch the human explossive device.
"I never thought I would have a normal life. I wasn't much older than Sarah when she blew up that mans van, and she was about six I think. I knew from that second that I would never be able to call anything in my life normal. And if I ever doubted that, I knew it would be true when the company came calling, looking for Sarah. Turned out my mother worked for them once upon a time, and she took off when she found out she was going to have me. They shot her dead and left her bleeding in my living room well they came to get me and Sarah. That was the day my power started.
"One of us, one of them. The company always stuck to that, and the special was the one that came to grab me and Sarah from where we were standing at the top of the stairs, watching our dead mother lie on the floor with a bullet wound in her neck. And I hated them so much, for hurting my mother, that when the special grabbed onto me to take me down the stairs, I just grabbed him back and sucked the life out of him with my bare hands. Then I did the same to the other man. Then I grabbed onto my mother, because if I could take out the life of someone, couldn't I take out the death? And I could, and I fixed her, and then seven years later Sarah lost control again and blew my mother into bits."
She went quiet again and listened to Ziva's breathing.
"My sister died in a suicide bombing." Ziva said quietly.
Adusia sighed softly, almost to softly to be heard. "Why do people insist on doing this to each other?" she asked. "We pretend to be so evolved, so above everything else on this planet, yet you don't see fly's dropping bombs on each other, you don't see deer shoting each other over nothing."
Ziva nodded. "No, do not." she said sadly.
"Life is too short to miss chances because of fear." Adusia said pointedly to Ziva.
"Yes. It is. How do you know that? You are a child."
"I know life like you know pain, like Hiro knows time. You get familiar with the elements of your power. I know more about life and death than most, if not all." she said, her voice sounding heavy, old, and tired. Then she smiled and her voice became a young persons voice, full of humor. "Not to sound to egotistical."
Ziva smiled.
Adusia sighed. "I just wish I could understand her."
"You should talk to Peter. I heard someone say that he exploded once." a girl walking by said casually.
Adusia frowned at Ziva, but she just shrugged.
Line.
Peter stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, staring at his neice wipe tears from her eyes as she talked to the damn serial killer.
He suddenly realized someone was standing right beside him. He turned to see a young woman nearly as tall as him, staring intently at him, her hair pulled back from her face, somehow violently looking, her eyes a swirl of blues and greens.
He raised an eyebrow. "Hi."
Her lips twitched to one side, not a smile.
Peter tilted his head.
"The rumour is that you went nucleor over New York." the girl said in that voice people use when they want to ask you a question but don't know how.
"Well, I guess that shouldn't surprise me. Aparently Specials gossip more than teenage girls." he looked at her, realized she was a teenage girl, then said, "No offense."
She shrugged. "Its true. Maybe we just have more interesting gossip. I know I'd rather talk about someone saving a cheerleader and the world than Bobby cheating on Sally."
Peter smiled.
She hesitated. "My names Adusia, by the way."
"Nice to meet you."
She hesitated, her mouth open slightly, words almost visable on the tip of her tounge.
"My sister explodes."
Peter looked her in the eye.
"She explodes, and it makes her crazy. Not crazy like it bothers her, but crazy like she actually has damage to her brain. It can't be labeled, I don't think. She doesn't hear voices, she doesn't believe things that aren't real, she doesn't see things, she just... isn't sane. Because of the exploding. And I need to understand the exploding thing, because its the only thing she has left about her that Sarah had. Sarah is my sisters name, by the way. And I can't ask her, because she isn't sane enough to explain it to me. But you can, I hope."
Peter nodded. "When I exploded... It hurt more than I can remember. Being ripped apart from the inside out, but still being whole. It burned, and ripped, and cut, and stretched my skin in every direction. But there was also a peacfulness to it. Because under the roar of the explosion, it was quiet." he trailed off, then blinked. "I hope that helps."
Adusia nodded. "I hope it helps too."