Sorry for the wait.

I don't own Sky High.

I shoved open the door to her office without knocking -barging in with an angry pyro on my heels.

"Go away!" I shouted at him for what seemed like the hundredth time, but he still didn't listen. Stupid pyro, I'm going to kill you someday so that I don't die on a roof near you.

I shook my head slightly to dislodge the memory of my demise -still working on forgetting that by the way. Still not working so well, in case you were wondering.

"Miss. Nelson? Mr. Peace?" Powers looked up from her desk and all her papers, confused. She pulled her reading glasses off studiously. "Charlie, aren't you supposed to be lying down? You must not be feeling well after-"

One glance at Peace and Power's jaw snapped shut so hard that I could hear her teeth clamp shut. Instead of questioning me she stood up and pointed to the couch in a way that made me think she was angry. Which only made me angrier.

How dare she get angry with me after what happened! Certainly wasn't my fault.

I flopped down on the couch unceremoniously and the edges of my vision rattled, only to right itself a little after a second.

"What's going on Powers?" Peace said through clenched teeth. "You told me to stay near Nelson, and she hasn't made that easy. Whatever happened has something to do with me, and I want to know what. Now."

Powers lost her menace for a second and I saw the unsure glance she gave us -perhaps wondering how to tell Peace that I saw his death, or perhaps worried about my sanity on the fact that I hadn't told him yet when it was obvious that I didn't enjoy his presence.

"Charlie-"

"I want to be cuffed. Nullified. Shot. Implantation chip installed in my frontal lobe. Shoved off a building. I don't care, Powers. Just make it all stop." I mumbled into the black cushion of the no doubt over priced sofa while trying to get the world to stay still for just four seconds. "Make it all stop."

"Charlie, why didn't you tell him? He has a right to know."

"About that…. He actually doesn't. Funny thing…he didn't die. Now, about that cuff-"

"What do you mean that I didn't die? What's going on here?" Peace was steaming in his anger. Whatever. I just wanted the walls to stop listing to the right.

Why the right? Why not the left?

I tilted my head in a new direction, but they still listed to the right, so I closed my eyes to make the listing stop altogether.

"Take it away Powers. I'll make the ceiling stay in place." I mumbled, holding really still and trying to do just that, even though my eyes were closed because I could feel the world moving -and it wasn't just the school.

"Oh dear, Charlie you probably have a concussion-" Powers began, moving towards me.

"I'm not concussed." I mumbled, but no one seemed to be interested in what I had to say at the moment.

" -from-" She tried to continue, only to be cut off again.

Peace interrupted her, smoking rolling for his coat sleeves. "Beating your head against the floor repeatedly. Yeah, we got it. She's fine. What's. Going. On?"

Powers sighed. "Miss Nelson is….psychic….among… other things."

"I see people die when I touch them for the first time. That's where that whole 'I have a thing against physical contact' started, because it basically sucks a major fatty cock to have to experience someone else's death."

"Miss Nelson!" Power's exclaimed.

"What?"

"Language!" She scolded.

Oops. Oh well. I can't be perfect all the time. Or any of it. Whatever.

"Can I get some pain medication for my massive migraine?" I slurred from my ball-o-pain on the too soft and too comfortable sofa. I swear the thing was like sitting of a feather -and not in a good way cause I felt like I was floating away. Which isn't enjoyable at all. "It's like the entire universe jammed itself inside my skull. Ugh."

"If you didn't see me die. What did you see?" Peace demanded.

"None of your goddamn business." I snapped, before changing my tone, " Powers, pills, please!" I practically begged.

Need medication. Ugh. Head throbbing, Peace induced, tumor developing. Possible brain damage. Metal damage -certainly. Emotion damage -let's not even go there right now.

"Fine. I'll get you some medication. Mr. Peace, stay here, Miss Nelson, stay on the couch, and please, don't kill each other while I'm gone." Powers sighed and left quickly -probably figuring out that the less time she was gone the less time we would have to kill each other.

I, personally, wasn't making any promises.

"Nelson, what did you see? I'm tired of asking. Tell me. Now."

"It's none of your business." I snapped.

"Yes. It. Is. I caused….whatever it is that was. It has to do with me. Tell me." He was starting to burn up again, and I wondered in the very small part of my brain that wasn't concerned with how much my head hurt- what exactly his breaking point was. How long could he contain his fire before he spontaneously combusted? Which led to wondering if it hurt to spontaneously combust.

I guess I'll find out one day.

"No." I said, half to myself and half to Peace.

"Yes." He growled.

"No."

"Can you stop acting like a child for just a minute and tell me!" I saw sparks dance across his palms -and I assure you, I wasn't completely lucid.

"Fine! I died! You happy? I saw myself die! Is that what you wanted to hear?" I yelled which caused my vision to blur and my head to do several impressively painful throbs- what do you expect, I've told you, I'm blunt to the point of harsh.

That sure as hell shut him up.

So I took his silence as a cue for me to try and disappear into the couch. I was starting to wonder if I laid still enough if the cushions could swallow me whole -the inky blackness taking away everything slowly. It seemed like a nice way to go. Death by too soft couch.

Too bad that wasn't how I died.

Damn.

Forget it.

Forget it.

Yep, I can't. Damn.

I'll blame Peace. Actually, it kind of is his fault. In more than one way I guess.

It was a long time before he spoke, and even then he sounded more than reluctant to break the silence.

"Why did you see that when you touched me?" He asked, not so angry now. Well serves him damn right to be in the wrong and know about it.

"Pfffttt. Like I know. I'm not omniscient- even if that would be nifty as hell."

Peace sighed.