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  1. Autumn, Weekend following Labor Day/Ep. VI: Off-Camera: Autumn will be working on the tree house, trying to get it finished before the weather turns. She will also be reviewing the journals from her grandfather’s study, and working on If possible, a return visit to Browning to actually go through the museum and have a long, non-plot-related talk with Joe about her grandfather will also be on the agenda. Thursday: No school. Charlie's funeral. Later: Boarding school with Cassie. Friday: First date with Jase? Available after school. Saturday: Autumn will be paying a visit to the Project facility to try to help repair some of the damage done to the smilodon and assist with the extraction of the cranial implant. Saturday night, Marissa will be coming to the Keane house to discuss current events. Sunday: Open. Autumn will be working on personal projects like the completion of the tree house, and studying Chemistry and English. TBD: As discussed in Discord, a story or scene involving Cass and Autumn talking to Sean about the physiological and sociological realities of his unique, uh... "circumstance" would be awesome. Autumn can basically, at present, flail wildly in an actual fight. Some specific efforts at improvement in this area would be advisable. Following up with Sophia to see how she's doing. Talk to her parents about the weird tension with them over the last year or so. Chat with Nathan Crocker about his role. Talk to Mari about Homecoming, make awkward conversation. First date shenanigans with Jason. Birthday planning with Carolyn Cassidy and Gar Bannon. After Site B?: Propose the camping trip. Ongoing: Attempt to normalize things with Jacob- or at least start things moving in that direction. · Specifics will be determined by player input and interaction, and all of this is subject to change!
  2. A short, sharp laugh rang out from Marissa's table at that, very unlike the first: startled and incredulous, "Are-you-fucking-kidding-me?" altered from mere words into something simultaneously simpler and more nuanced as Autumn stared wide-eyed across the table at the gorgeous, glowering brunette. She could feel the warmth creeping up the sides of her face, and willed herself silently to take a deep breath. Just chill, Autumn. It's fine. She only acts like an angry wolverine. Yeah, and every time it gets a little harder to hold my hand out and hope she doesn't bite it off. "Okay, okay," she exhaled and waved her hands, ponytail swaying in vigorous denial behind her head as she cleared both the air and her thoughts. "So, you and I seem to have really different memories of the discussion about needing to have a discussion, and about me asking if you'd help me not break my neck in the shoes my mom got me for Homecoming, but go off, I guess. Second," she continued more soberly, "about the absolute fucktangle that was yesterday..." The animated teen shook her head again, running a hand back through the loosening curls slipping over her forehead. "Look. I'm seriously not trying to be a bitch, but if you're letting Jason make decisions for you, and claiming he makes decisions for everybody else, that shit's on you. Not him, and not us." Autumn shrugged, lips pursing slightly as she leveled a direct, visibly exasperated gaze at the bristling socialite. "And honestly, that's something you two need to handle." There was a brief pause, and then, after a moment's consideration she added, "Preferably without destroying Shelly. Aaaand," she drawled, getting to her feet and sliding out of the chair as she caught sight of Garret in the doorway, "since your schedule is apparently open, I'll see you Saturday night. My house. Bring a toothbrush and something to sleep in. I'll text you when I'm done at the medical center."
  3. Autumn rolled her eyes at Devin's obvious-even-to-her innuendo, her nose crinkling slightly as she considered what level of cringe he was reaching for. It’s intentional, right? He has to be doing that on purpose. She was just about to say as much to Cassie when an unfamiliar, alien sound caught her attention, rising over the muted chaos of conversation and the curious redhead turned instinctively toward it. It had to be either a chorus of damned souls crying out, or- -or Marissa Jauntsen. Laughing. And talking to… uh... Gary? She flailed about mentally, trying to put a name to the face she only vaguely recognized. No. Garret, that was it. Right. Autumn didn’t stare- she turned back to her Chem textbook and tried to reconcile what she had seen and heard with what she knew. Did they know each other from somewhere else? Was he flirting with her, or did he just have a death wish? Staring at the page in front of her sea-blue eyes wasn't giving her any hints, though, and Autumn sighed, restlessly tapping her pencil eraser on her notebook. Fuck it. This shit isn’t getting any easier by waiting around. She glanced over her shoulder again, frowning a little. Marissa seemed to be relaxed, even happy right now, and part of her was reluctant to ruin such a rare experience for Shelly’s Queen o’ Mean. On the other hand… Garret got up during a comfortable break in the conversation the two of them seemed to be having, leaving his notebooks and bag behind, doubtless to go to the bathroom or to look for some book or other in the stacks. The skinny, nerdy kid headed off and the impulsive redhead didn’t even think before realizing she was in motion, nervous energy propelling her from her seat and walking her over to Marissa’s table. “Hey,” she said by way of greeting as she slid into a seat across from the glossy-haired brunette, raising her hands slightly from the table in a gesture of 'peace' as the female Twin’s eyes narrowed at this fresh interloper. “Not trying to intrude. Just wanted to ask if you’re down for meeting up this weekend. Y'know. Hanging out and talking about all the stuff we need to talk about. I’m free Saturday afternoon or most of Sunday, probably.” She shrugged self-deprecatingly. “I could've sent you a text, I guess, but I figured ‘Hey, Marissa’s right over there’, right? So." Tapping her open hands softly on the table as punctuation, Autumn looked expectantly at her 'bestie.' "We doing this?"
  4. It was hard not to be caught up in the emotional current of the service, to be aware in a very tactile way of the swelling tides of grief and hurt through the squeeze of her father's arm around her shoulder and the gentle pressure of her mother's cool fingers laced through her own. She could feel the sting of tears pricking at her eyes, the taut ache in her throat, the knot coiling in her stomach; all normal physiological responses to seeing Charlie's mother, pale and drawn, teetering on the verge of collapse, and to hearing the sound of quiet sobbing and murmured prayers among the onlookers. Intuitive empathy, her scary-smart boyfriend called it. But these weren't, Autumn knew, her own feelings, generated from some place of deep friendship and rapport with Charlie Cole because that... hadn't really been a thing, had it? She could probably count the number of facts she knew about him on one hand, even after several years of living in the same town: his parents were separated, he did something with the drama club, he had just started dating Sophia, and he was- had been, she corrected with a mental wince- touched by the Dawning Light. Or Radiance, or Shine, or... what-the-fuck-ever. And, really, if it hadn't been for that last part, she and Charlie probably wouldn't have ever really interacted at all. It was weird, and kind of uncomfortable actually thinking about it, but standing there looking at the huge spray of flowers on the lacquered casket as Devin spoke, the redhead didn't feel any overwhelming sorrow, or pain, or any of the things she was absolutely sure she was supposed to be feeling at a funeral. What she felt, instead, was the warmth of the sunlight on her face, and the reassuring presence of her family, Nathan and Jacob included, and, maybe... Maybe a little guilt, for not feeling more? Because as much as it sucked that Charlie was gone, a part of her kept insisting that they were all still here. Tawny and Sophia were still here. They'd survived to bury him, and that was important. And... There had been other families who'd grieved, and wondered, and lost over the years, the names of which were scattered throughout the journals she'd inherited. Was Charlie Cole any different from those others swallowed up by the Dark? The image of a small white shoe, forlorn and forgotten in the corner of a basement, flickered briefly through her mind's eye, and despite the weather, Autumn couldn't help but shiver a little. Dana's grip on her daughter's hand tightened briefly in response, a tactile check-in that the young vitakinetic returned in kind: Are you okay? ... Yeah, I'm fine, went the unspoken exchange, both women watching with red-rimmed eyes as Hannah Fuhrman struggled to keep her composure and Lucius Cole attempted a polite smile, taut as piano wire as he murmured his thanks to someone offering condolences. And there was that twinge of guilt again, because she was fine. They'd never know what happened to their son, and he'd never finish the school production he was working on, and they were- all of them- changed after what had happened... ...And as she and her parents trudged quietly away from the gravesite she caught sight of the Jauntsens in the little parking area, and Gar and Jase heading back, and a few of the others mixed in- probably on their way to the reception, to talk about shared memories and convey regrets. She wasn't sure she wanted to deal with all of that, the awkward conversations and teary reminiscing about someone who had equal space in her memory as an awkwardly artsy guy and a monstrous biological weapon against the Darkness. But all that wasn't really for her benefit, anyway; the sun was shining, and she was alive, and there was always coffee at these things and she was kind of hungry and that was... fine.
  5. Before... The bell rang, heralding the disgorging of classrooms full of students into the halls at the end of the day's fourth period. Lockers slammed, chatter filled the corridors as Jase made his way to his own locker, stowing his biology text- and notebooks and retrieving his laptop. A flash of coppery hair spied out of the corner of his eye brought his head around to see Autumn a bit further down, spinning the dial on her own lock and pulling the door open. He paused, studying her as he shut his locker and leaned against it, his scarred features outwardly expressionless - at least to those who weren't familiar with reading them. His cool green gaze ran over Autumn's features, lingering on the tilt of her freckled nose, the curve of her lips, the clear sea-blue of her eyes, all framed as they were by the riotous curls of gold-tinged copper that, as ever, seemed unconstrainable by the simple ponytail holder she used to tie it back. He was aware that he was staring, of course. Self-awareness was very much part of his makeup, and so he knew that this reverie as he gazed at his girlfriend was quite deliberate, and unashamedly so. What wasn't so deliberate was the slow rush of heat, of delightful tension, that he felt coursing upwards through his nerves as he watched her turn her head to one side in consideration and distractedly brush her hair back, exposing the slender ivory of her throat in a gesture that was entirely unconscious, yet seemed to him in that moment to be wholly erotic. His eyes trailed down the curve of her neck to where it met her shoulder then disappeared under her t-shirt, his keen memory reminding him of the smell and taste of her skin under his lips and teeth as though it were current sensory input rather than a memory of last night, under the fireflies in the long grass. Chemistry, or English? Pursing her lips, Autumn considered both options as she hauled her Environmental Science book out of her bag and slid it back into place amid the neat-ish row of texts and multicolored folders. She was a couple of days behind on reading for first period, but she also hadn't started looking up potential topics for her English paper yet, and they were supposed to have at least three sources by Monday. Hmm. Half-consciously tucking an errant curl behind her ear, the vibrant redhead swayed indecisively back and forth in front of her locker. Kat was in her class... Maybe she could talk to her in the next couple of days and see what she was planning to write about? With personal dramas and the whole 'saving the world' thing cutting into study time it was going to be hard to get an 'A' in either subject at the rate things were going, much less in both. ...Not that she was particularly upset about being distracted by non-school-related activities, at least in principle. It would just be nice if more of said activities involved things she actually wanted to do- things like going camping, for instance, the idea of which conjured up mental images of the last time she'd gone. Cleaning up the campsite, splashing in the creek, eating mouthfuls of steak next to an open fire, and sweet, fierce kisses under the stars. A little thrill of remembered heat ran through her at the memory, warming her cheeks as she grabbed her Chemistry book and slid it into her bag; maybe they'd be able to go again soon? The giddy little smile curving her lips broadened as Autumn pictured the way the firelight had sparked glimmers of gold in Jason's eyes, and a shiver of anticipation danced down her spine at the thought of seeing that again. Easy, girl, she reminded herself, exhaling as she closed her locker door and turned to head toward Study Hall. You'll see him this afternoon. ...Or now. Blinking, a renewed flush blooming in her cheeks, Autumn stared at the long, lean figure relaxing against his locker, limbs arranged in that near-boneless slouch he'd perfected. At the pale green eyes she'd just been picturing. At the shape of his mouth, the faint line of the scar etched into his skin, the outline of his shoulders beneath his shirt... Swallowing the sudden, unaccountable rush of nervousness, she hazarded a smile and focused on the fact that they were at school, in the hallway, in front of basically half the student body, and he was not a tree to be climbed. Now is good. This really wasn't the time or place, a fact which seemed wholly unimportant to Jason as their eyes met. The slamming of locker doors faded away, the bustle and chattering throng became indistinct, formless and colorless, all meaning, form and color instead seeming to be drawn into and contained within the lithe shape of the redheaded girl before him. Under his scrutiny she flushed, pale rose and ivory blooming under the bronze dusting of freckles, and the young Teulu was aware of a keen and above all hungry sensation uncoiling down his spine, something primal, bordering on savage that welled up inside him as his eyes devoured her. She saw it, too, Jase realised as Autumn's blush deepened, her clear gaze widening, her lower lip indented by her teeth as her breath seemed to catch. On some level, on the edge of conscious thought currently awash in hormones, pheromones and simple vibrant passion, she could see the burning hunger for her that flickered and danced, a consuming flame, in his eyes. To his heightened awareness of her, a barely perceptible tremor that owed little, if anything to fear vibrated through Autumn's body. He didn't want to wait until after school, he realised suddenly under the awareness of that need evoked by simple proximity to her. He didn't want to wait until such time as was socially acceptable to plunge his fingers through her Titian mane of red curls, to graze his teeth against her lips until they were reddened, to drink kiss after kiss from her as she gasped his name and clutched him close. And with the thought came action, motion, as he pushed himself away from the locker on which he leaned and approached Autumn, his eyes never leaving her. "Hey." he said quietly as he stopped directly in front of her, looking down into the sparkling blue of her eyes. Such a short utterance, yet murmured as it was it contained so much more than a greeting. "I burn for you. I miss you. I want you," all contained in a simple exhalation. Damn it, she swore to herself, feeling that intangible magnetic pull as her effing boyfriend- the Effing Boyfriend, in fact- drew closer. It was unfair, somehow, unreasonable that someone she'd spent years avoiding had suddenly become one of the people she most wanted to see. How was she supposed to think about studying, or class, or people, or... or anything when he was looking at her like that? And yet despite any lingering misgivings about their relationship, his nature, or whether any of this even made sense at all, the tentative smile curving Autumn's lips only grew at his approach, warmed by the firefly flickers of pleasure sparked by his very nearness. "Hey," she breathed in response to what was quickly becoming the habitual greeting, keenly aware that he was right there, that she could just reach up and touch him if she wanted to- and oh, how she wanted to. The fingers of her free hand practically twitched, tingling faintly with the urge to pull him close, to toy with the ends of his hair, to trace the curve of his lower lip or the line of his collar bone through the cotton of his shirt and watch those pale green eyes darken, to feel that clear, crystalline energy burning bright beneath his skin, beneath the press of her fingertips- But, that annoyingly contrarian inner voice derailed her train of thought. School. Right. School. Adjusting the strap of her book bag on her shoulder, Autumn willed herself not to close the remaining distance between them, all but digging her heels into the gleaming composite floor tile. "So." As soon as the word passed her lips, the red-haired teen realized she didn't really have much in the way of a follow-up. What could she talk about? She'd seen him at breakfast and in first period, so there was no point asking about his morning. Lunch, maybe? Her nose crinkled slightly at the thought. No, she'd save that for Study Hall, or even after. It wasn't like she didn't have plenty of time to talk to him, so... why was it so hard to come up with anything to say right now? "Chemistry," she murmured thoughtlessly to herself, gazing up into those glittering jade pools, and immediately regretted it. "I brought my book," Autumn added hastily. "To catch up on the reading from Chem that I missed. That's all I meant." Blushing furiously, she waved a hand near her face, trying simultaneously to cool the rising heat beneath her skin and dispel any thoughts about any other possible meaning- largely unsuccessfully. "Not the... you know," she added, exhaling. "The other thing." Frozen jade, thawed by fires that were anything but cold, roamed her features as that tantalising flush of rose flooded through the ivory that lay beneath the freckles. "The other thing?" he murmured, as his eyes studied the curve of her mouth. A hint of a smile curved his lips. "Ah, yes. I kind of want to explore the other thing, too." He reached out, running his touch down from her elbow to her hand, his fingers curling around hers before gently taking her hand in his. And then he was tugging her, gently but insistently, his eyes cutting back to meet hers now and then as he started to walk with her down the hall. It dawned on Autumn, through the haze of pheromones and hormones and the hypnotic and anything-but-cold gaze of her impossible boyfriend, that she was walking hand in hand through the halls of school with him, their fingers entwined, his darker olive with her freckled ivory. She should be embarrassed, should be mortified and imagining people snickering, expecting whistles and jeers even though nobody, realistically, seemed to be even noticing. But all she could think of was how warm his hand was in hers, and how warm she felt - that delicious sense of anticipation as she divined his intent making it hard to breath evenly. For Jase, there were no considerations for how others might view this thing. His focus was on his intention, and on the warm-hued girl whose hand was in his as he led her towards their destination. Every glance back at her was another snapshot in his memory, taking in the fire of her hair and the warmth of her blue eyes and the adorable crinkle of her nose. All else was, if not precisely meaningless, then at least temporarily irrelevant to the tall youth. There was a brief moment of confusion as he led her away from the lockers, away from the hall that led to the library and the classroom where they were meant to go, where she really-definitely-probably needed to focus on the reading she hadn't done... But that ever-present inner voice seemed quiet for now, its chiding drowned out by the dull roar in her ears, the featureless waves of background conversation and footsteps and locker doors as they moved, hand in hand, through the throng. Clearly they were going somewhere, Jason's long legs covering the distance with purpose, and she had a pretty good idea why they were going there. The thought sent another little surge of nervous anticipation zinging through her, a combination of all those glorious neurochemicals she was still learning the names of and the taboo nature of the presumed tryst. "Where are we-?" she asked urgently, the last word catching in her throat as Jase looked back at her and she caught that flicker of heat in his gaze. And then the 'where' didn't matter as much as the 'when,' her fingers tightening around his as she walked a little faster. At this time of day, the gymnasium was usually empty - after the last period, the area would flood with students turning up for various extracurricular sports and practices, but right now the large, spacious hall was echoingly silent, the retracted bleachers against one wall presiding over the smooth polished floor and racks of equipment as Jase and Autumn, hand in hand and casting glances at one another, crossed the chamber. The faint thud of Jason's boots and the squeak of Autumn's Chucks on the floor were all but drowned out by the thundering in their ears from two heartbeats racing from that surge of hormonal desire and anticipation. Empty, also, was the equipment locker, the door of which was set in one corner of the gym, where the larger equipment for gymnastics and the mats for wrestling were stored, amongst other things. It was locked (to prevent exactly what Jason had in mind - the school authorities still hadn't forgotten the time Rebecca the preacher's girl had been caught in here with two of the senior football squad), but locks weren't really a concern for the young rogue whose fingers were interwoven with Autumn's. As they approached the door, he pulled a small roll containing a rudimentary lockpicking set from one of the pockets of his combat pants, then paused as a thought occurred, and slipped the roll away again before focusing on the padlock. There was a faint 'click', then another, and the lock sprang open obediently as though the key had been used. Jason made a small sound of satisfaction and swung the door open and pulled Autumn inside. Immediately as the door closed behind them he turned to her, moving close as he gazed down into the storm-tossed blue of her eyes. His jade gaze was far from hard for her to divine, no matter how composed the olive-tanned features, that pale scar still fresh on his cheek, were. And then his lips descended to hers as he cupped her face in his hands, and the world dissolved into liquid fire. There had been thoughts, moments before- nervousness about being caught, curiosity about what'd been in the little rolled-up kit, surprise that the door had been left unlocked followed by a brief flash of insight that Jase might have used his power to open it from the inside- but in the instant his lips touched hers, that all evaporated, dissolved in the sweet, heated thrill of kissing him. Some dim, distant part of Autumn's mind registered the soft thud of her book bag hitting the floor, and the unerring kinesthetic awareness granted by her Shine told her that she was reaching up, rising onto the balls of her feet, but the lithe redhead was wholly unaware of the soft sound she made against her boyfriend's lips, or that her faintly freckled eyelids had drifted closed. In the absence of sight, all other senses seemed sharper, from the texture of his hair sliding between her fingers to the crisp, somehow green fragrance that lingered on his shirt and skin, along with the faint sweet-smoky aroma of the tobacco he grew, and some indefinable underlying scent that she recognized as belonging to Jase alone. The pounding of her heartbeat seemed deafening as it beat a mad cadence within her breast, and as the young vitakinetic's fingertips traced Jason's jawline, exploring the familiar features rendered mysterious in the shadows behind her eyelids, she could feel the echoing thrum of his own pulse, a strong, sure counterpoint to her own. "Did you miss me?" she murmured breathlessly into the kiss, a hint of mischief in her smile as her fingers trailed lower, following the sharp line of Jase's collarbone out to his shoulders and down the flat, hard plane of his chest. It was a ridiculous question, of course, but even if Jason Bannon himself didn't (or couldn't) make special note of her absence, well, she mused... At least parts of him could. "Always." he breathed back, softly kissing the delicious curve of her lower lip and then, because he had made a decision to always be forthcoming to her - not just honest in an exact way, but also volunteering truth - he added "I always feel your absence keenly..." his lips trailed along her jaw to her ear, his breath warm as he inhaled the scent of her hair and skin "..and always anticipate seeing you again." he finished, his hands finishing their slide down her body, caressing her back, waist and hips before sliding comfortably - and possessively - onto the curves of her ass, where they didn't seem inclined to move from. His mouth opened against the side of her neck, letting her feel his teeth graze her pale skin and his tongue taste her with a delicate brush before he moved further down, craning his head down so his exploring sense of taste and smell could savor the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Small freckles there each received tiny touches of lips and tongue as he attempted to kiss them all with uncharacteristic playfulness, and he was aware of Autumn's soft breaths and sighs as she pressed herself tighter to him, unbidden and not needing the pull of his hands on her rear to seek that closeness hampered only by the clothes the two teens wore. Jase raised his head, turning it and capturing Autumn's lips in another, fiercer kiss, his teeth nipping at her lip. That always present wry observer that was part of his mind noted the elevated levels of arousal he was feeling, the unusual primal drive and draw towards the ardent young woman in his arms, the fact that aggressive instincts were being repurposed almost as though a gear had been shifted from 'fight' to, well, 'mate'. And it had to be her - always her. He knew this deep in the blazing, molten core of his being that, no matter what transpired, no other female could move into the space she now occupied. Something in his inhuman soul chose Autumn, and whether it was pheromones or simple compatibility, he wanted no other. Autumn... was melting. Or at least, that's how it felt when Jason's teeth grazed her lower lip: that she was melting from the inside, dissolving outward from the very center of her being as the sparks shimmering beneath her blushing skin flared suddenly into living flame, consuming conscious thought and reason. It didn't matter that they were at school. It didn't matter that someone might catch them. It didn't even matter that he was supposed to be coming over later, or that there were things they needed to talk about, or that she wasn't going to be able to catch up in Chem if they didn't get to Study Hall, like, right now. The only thing that mattered in that instant was that he made her feel like the white-hot core of a star, like the center of his universe. The only thing that mattered was that he made her feel like she, Autumn Rae Keane, was the only thing that mattered. "Me, too," she whispered against his mouth, delighting in the warm firmness of his lips and the teasing brush of his tongue against hers as the kiss deepened. "I missed you, too." Murmurs of pleasure and soft, hmming sighs filled the quiet equipment locker between playful nips and slow, sweet expressions of desire, her lips tingling with even the faintest contact, the gentlest whisper of his breath. Her hands, trapped between the press of their bodies and clutching the fabric of his shirt, fumbled blindly with the folds of lightweight cotton, tugging the hem upward until she could touch the warm skin beneath, and with an exultant squeak Autumn splayed her palms flat against his stomach. This wasn't the time, and definitely wasn't the place, but... Fuck it, she decided, for neither the first nor last time in her adolescent life. Why not? Her pale fingertips slipped just below the waistband of his belted combat pants, circling round to the front and seeking by touch alone the buckle impeding her exploration. It was easily found, Jason making no effort to impede her progress and, indeed, trying to step back a little to allow her more access, only for the energetic redhead to slip her spare hand around the back of his neck and pull him closer with all the strength of her athletic young body, refusing to allow his lips to part from hers. She could read the patterns of desire and arousal in his aura, as tangible as the hardness she could see distorting the line of his zipper when she broke the kiss with a gasp and glanced down, biting her lower lip. Oh yes. He wanted her - No. That wasn't sufficient to communicate the sensations she was experiencing. He. Wanted. Her. would be a better way to put it. The want was tangible, and she was the focus of it, and it reinforced that sensation she had of being the star at the center of his universe, intensified it to such a degree she thought she would forget how to breathe. Was this how it was for him? she had to wonder, getting a clearer feel of the deeper fires that composed Jason Bannon, fires she had seen in his eyes but never felt in this immediate way that made her melt and catch fire herself. Something in her lower belly went liquid at being so wanted even as something in her soul exulted in the knowledge that it was her who was desired to that level of heat and passion that made everything that had come before Jase in her young life seem tame by comparison and, she knew deep in her heart, would likely never be equaled again. How could it be? What human being could desire so... so... wholly and unreservedly, without moral compunction or civilised tenderness? It was like being desired by a force of nature. Jason moaned softly as Autumn's hand flipped open the buckle and the top button of his pants and slid inside both pants and shorts, her freckled fingers curling around his already thickening length as the girl made a cooing sound of pleasure into their kiss. He had not had release since their camping trip, and the ache for her was overriding his caution and logic. Every touch, every kiss, every noise of pleasure or murmur of her voice made him feel as though the flames he wielded so devastatingly were under his skin. It was too hot in this room, his senses told him. Too much confining clothing. And so he broke his lips from hers this time, breathing heavily, peeling off his shirt over his head and casting it on the vaulting horse before cupping her face in his hands and giving her another soul-felt kiss. Yes. This. More of this. It wasn't so much a conscious thought on Autumn's part as a sort of biological imperative driven by adolescent hormones and the illicit thrill of what they were doing: a need/desire to feel more of his skin on her skin, more breath-stealing kisses, more of his fingers gently curving around her flushed, feverish cheeks and sliding up into her hair, just... more. It was dizzying, this sense of connection created merely by touching him, so that she could almost breathe his breath and feel his heartbeat in the too-quick thrum of her own pulse through her veins, her senses implausibly alive with the reciprocal hum of shared Radiance. Leaning up, the lithe redhead steadied herself with a hand on Jason's shoulder as her lips met his in a series of brief, hungry kisses, each one lasting until the threshold of what felt like fiery dissolution before she drew back again, and again, and again, squeaking softly in surprised delight as she felt him twitch against her palm and the gentle caresses of her warm fingers. "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" she whispered giddily, breathlessly in the stifling heat of the charged air, and then gasped aloud as Jase lowered his mouth to the curve of her throat, his hands tightening in the loosened mane of burnished copper curls that framed her face. "Just you," came the quavering confirmation as she shivered at the graze of lips and teeth and tongue just above the collar of her shirt, the heat of his breath drawing a flush of vibrant rose from beneath the pale skin there as she reached down with her free hand, fumbling with his zipper. The sound of the metal teeth separating was soft, barely audible above their breathing, the quiet gasps and deep, heartfelt groans of need and pleasure, but she could almost feel the torturous slowness of their parting around the distended fabric, and with a little huff of frustration she withdrew her other hand to hasten the job. The next few moments were a blur of motion and pheromonal intoxication: nudging him back against the tall stack of folded mats, opening the fly of his combat pants, trailing her hands down his chest, his stomach, the leanness of his frame etched in her mind as a physical representation of mathematical precision and efficiency. And then she was kissing him again, and then tugging her own t-shirt off and dropping it, forgotten, at her feet, the heat from their bodies shimmering in almost palpable waves as, slowly, her lips traced the downward path her hands had followed moments before, marking the tactile geometry of point and line and plane in their descent. He groaned softly, his fingers loosely buried in her thick copper curls as she sank downwards, glancing up at him as she kissed lower and lower, the softness of her breasts and the faint scratch of the cloth of her bra, pressing against his skin, brushing tantalisingly over him Autumn dropped to her knees. Her blue eyes studied the challenge he presented, though less daunted now and more determined, even anticipatory as they flicked up to meet his burning green stare. Her hands gently moved on him, the touch exploratory at first yet firming, fingers grasping him as she leaned down- The door to the equipment locker opened, and with a squeak of mortified alarm Autumn froze for a second, not moving. The stack of mats Jason was leaning against hid her from view - but the tousled head of her boyfriend was clearly visible above them, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as he turned his head towards the door. Of course he was annoyed - not scared, not alarmed, not worried about getting into trouble or videos going up on the internet: annoyed. "Alright, you two." The crisp female voice wasn't familiar to Autumn - wait... it wasn't..? She risked a peek around the edge of the mats and saw the blonde hair and pale blue eyes of Ms Forster, the new Biology teacher and, oh, yeah, Jason's totally-an-alien mother. The girl repressed a groan. Bad enough to be caught by a teacher. Worse that it was Jase's mom. "Whatever state of undress you're in behind there, get it corrected and step out here." Ms Forster went on, her piercing gaze not missing the red-faced redhead as she peeked. Jase locked eyes with the older woman, but decided that, here and now, she had the authority of a teacher at the very least, regardless of how he viewed her maternal authority. He beckoned his shirt from where it had been cast aside and pulled it on as Autumn likewise picked up her top and shimmied into it, still crouching. Then he bent down and pulled his pants up, re-zipping them carefully and not without some difficulty. "You're both due in Study Hall ten minutes ago." Ms Forster told the two of them as they stepped out of the equipment locker, Autumn red-faced and Jase... well... Jase, apparently unperturbed, only the faint flush of passion darkening his features any indication of what they'd been up to. Autumn felt like she had it written all over her expression. "Get there right now and no more needs to be said." Was she trying not to smile? It was hard to say - though Autumn was aware that Jason's mom was not exactly like others of her kind, she still had an excellent poker face. Fuck. What had been an exhilarating sensation of warmth and anticipation was suddenly an uncomfortable stinging heat beneath the scarlet surface of her skin, each freckle a burning pinprick etched there by the point of a red-hot needle- or at least, that's how it felt to Jase's much more expressive girlfriend as she shouldered the strap of her messenger bag again and tried, vainly, to straighten her t-shirt and pretend what had almost happened... hadn't. There was no pretending, of course; Autumn wasn't a theatre kid, and didn't have Marissa's perpetual poise, and no matter how she tried to finger-comb her hair back into something like a normal ponytail, it wasn't cooperating. Her heart was a jackhammer inside her ribs, and a knot of nervous tension twisted itself in her belly, verging on nausea. What if her parents found out? What if Ms. Forster, or whoever she was really, decided to use this against her later? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Even the occasional subdued squeak of her sneakers on the gleaming tile floor seemed to be mocking her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that- Wait. As the two teens exited the storage room, the only actual human among them had a sudden idea, and the soles of her Chucks made a plaintive sound of protest as she stopped almost mid-stride: if she'd helped Lilly counter the fear and anxiety Enterich had inspired in her, why couldn't she do it to herself? Jase's mom wasn't exactly a demon... probably wasn't a demon, she amended with a heavy dose of mental snark, but the whole biological response to the situation was similar, right? Elevated levels of cortisol and adrenaline, diminished cognitive function, all of that fun neurochemistry stuff she sort of half-understood from an academic perspective, most of which was from Googling it the previous night. It was so much easier to just feel/intuit what was going on, and the frustrated redhead could've kicked herself for never thinking of it before. Ignoring the Biology teacher's disapproving glance, Autumn reached out and took Jason's hand in her own- partly out of pique, as an act of defiance, and partly from the desire for the stabilizing clarity of his Shine, a cool counter for the tempestuous energy currently running hot through her veins. With a thought, just a quick re-centering of her awareness on that vibrant internal world of visceral systems and electrical impulses, the young vitakinetic reached within for once, marvelling for a moment at the bizarre experience of actually feeling the coordination of every cell and nerve and bundle of muscle fiber... and within all of them, a tiny spark, an impossibly microscopic glimmer of light and life. Her fingers twitched, eyes widening slightly as her vision shifted and the tension in her athletic frame slowly dissolved, the furious blush visible from hairline to collar dissipating on the slow exhalation of her breath. It's fine, she repeated to herself, less a habitual glossing-over of a bad situation now than a mental decree, an exercise of will made manifest with the application of her powers. And, with a little start as her initial panic subsided, she realized that it actually was fine; she didn't feel like crying or throwing up, and the fact that other people in the school, in her class, might know she was making out with her boyfriend instead of going to Study Hall... kind of didn't matter as much? It didn't completely not matter, but there was also a worrisome little notion in the back of her mind that she didn't really want to find out what that was like, either, so she pressed no further. "Sorry," she breathed, squeezing Jase's hand a little tighter for just a moment and refocusing on the world outside herself. "We must've lost track of time." Jase's lips twitched as he felt Autumn take his hand, her Shine brushing against his as her color settled from furious beet red to a faint hint of pink while the redhead took a deep breath and let it out. This close, his expanded awareness could tell him she was doing something, but not what, though logic could provide possibilities. Some manner of self-regulation: controlling the chemistry to control her panic... yes, that would make sense. And he was impressed that she'd reasoned that out herself whilst under stress, communicating this by giving the ivory fingers entwined with his a gentle squeeze in turn. Then he glanced at his mother, head tilted faintly as he watched her. Ms Forster had also taken note of how quickly Autumn had gathered her composure - and her handclasp with Jason - though it was hard to discern how she felt about either, her only visible reaction being a flick of her gaze to their joined hands, then their faces, followed by a faint sigh. Disapproval? Resignation? Frustration? Concern? Autumn wasn't sure what that look meant - Jase's mother was more expressive than he was, but still a hard read. "Yes. I guess you must have." Forster shook her head slightly, gesturing to the two of them to move and following along, the three of them headed for the library. * * * * * The other students in the study hall session hadn't noticed Ms Forster slip away, but when Autumn and Jase wandered into the library with the blonde Biology teacher behind them like some sheepdog it wasn't hard for two and two to be put together. Some snickered and smirked, there was a faint buzz of muttered conversation and sending of DMs speculating on what the disheveled pair had been up to, but the novelty of this gossip-fodder would only hold the attention of the most dedicated chatterers for long. Under Ms Forster's watchful eye, the two of them crossed the library and slid into chairs across from Cassie and Beth, nodding greeting as they pulled out their books. Autumn shared a faint shrug and rueful grin with Cass, a faint pink tinge still in her cheeks as she pulled out her Chem textbook, and Jase... Well, he was as composed as always, despite the glitter in his pale eyes as they glanced at Autumn, then met the gazes of the two across the table. "So..." Autumn murmured brightly to Cassie and Beth as she attempted to head off any comment or inquisition. "What's up, guys?"
  6. Lunch: Football Field Lilly kept Marissa's advice to heart and for the next few periods did her best to hide her fatigue, mostly consisting of being conscious of her posture and general body language, and expression, which took a fair bit of concentration. It made her idly wonder if Marissa was always doing the same to project the proper 'face' to the outside world (which she probably was) and how much effort it took. The simple bit of advice gave Lilly more than a little bit of insight and actually some newfound respect and appreciation for the discipline Marissa much actually have. Huh. Who would've thought? She did her best to focus on whatever class was at hand, but between her mental and physical fatigue, and thoughts drifting elsewhere, she found it somewhat difficult, even though she was outwardly hiding it. Mostly she was trying to make it through to lunch where Autumn could hopefully help. There were, of course, the typical welcome backs and at least superficial concern for her missing the previous day from some other students ranging from various classmates, acquaintances, and friends to members of the football team who also brought her up to speed on recent developments on the team. When the lunch bell finally rang Lilly grabbed her bag and made the all too familiar trek down toward the athletic fields. In her time at Shelly High, she had probably spent as much time, if not more, down on the fields than in actual classrooms between her training and various practices so she found a certain degree of familiarity and comfort there. As she approached the bleachers, the smell of fresh cut grass greeted her nose and she allowed herself a faint smile, soaking it in. The smell had always been soothing to her, right down to her soul, and right now it was a welcomed comfort. It was hot sitting on the grass next to the track, her face shaded from the midday sun only by the rectangular banner that advertised the PTO's annual Homecoming bake sale. Stupid hot, Autumn's weather app informed her grimly: 'So hot you can just lick your arm before doing a tequila shot.' Well, there wasn't any tequila, but the pink-cheeked post-PE redhead was feeling a little salty, if she was totally honest. Plucking at the collar of her bright yellow GSA t-shirt, she made a soft guttural sound that was half huff, half nonverbal grumble which nevertheless perfectly encapsulated the feeling of damp fabric sticking uncomfortably to one's skin. Of course, it had to be basically 90 degrees on the one day she had suggested Lilly meet her outside; so much for planning ahead. With a rueful little snort, Autumn straightened her legs and glanced up again, shielding her eyes against the cloudless brilliance of the late summer sky. Nope. Not yet. According to Jay, Lilly had been in Mr. Jelbert's class that morning, and Jase seemed convinced she really did need help. Maybe she'll show this time. It was an uncharitable thought, but there it was, ugly and honest. Nose crinkling as she made a face, the vibrant redhead downed another long swallow from her water bottle and tipped the last of the M&Ms out of their packet and into her free hand, cradling them distractedly. It could've been worse, of course. It could've been raining. ...Although then they would've just made different plans, so on second thought, no. Not really much of a consolation. Popping the few remaining chocolate candies into her mouth, Autumn gathered up the remains of her improvised lunch from the vending machine and got to her feet, idly brushing the grass from her bare legs. "...Every turn I take, every trail I track, every path I make, every road hmhmm..." The quiet refrain faded into humming as she neared the vacant concession stand, tossing the plastic remnants of candy-coated chocolate and a pepperoni pizza Lunchable into the trash. Pacing, water bottle sloshing softly in her hand, she was about to dig her phone out of her shorts pocket to text Jase when the enviably athletic woman of the hour came into view near the entrance to the field. It was a start, at least, she conceded, raising a pale arm overhead in greeting. Lilly raised an arm to return the greeting and shifted from a walk to a light jog to close the distance. She was grateful for Autumn being willing to meet and possibly help her, but she did not want to take up too much of the lunch period. As she drew near the redhead, she slowed back to a walk. "Hey." she said in greeting with whatever smile she could muster, dropping the facade she has been working to hold up all morning. Lilly was clearly not her usual self. She was much more subdued with her shoulders slumping a bit and her usual vibrancy gone. She looked truly worn down, a state that few, if any, could say they had ever saw her in. "Thanks for seeing me. I didn't want to bother you, or anybody really, but I can't keep going on like this. Jase suggested I see you. Something about you could maybe help sooth mental and emotional traumas, I guess by helping the mind deal with it rather than forgetting." she said and this shrugged. "I.. I dunno." she sighed and then continued. "I dunno how your abilities work. I just hope you can help because I really need it right now. Enterich messed my head up bad." she admitted with more than a hint of defeat in her voice. Nodding, Autumn chewed the inside of her lower lip for a moment as the... argument? Disagreement?... whatever from last night flickered briefly in the forefront of her mind. "Yeah," she sighed, the corner of her mouth curving upward in a crooked, rueful smile. "We did kinda talk about it. He seemed worried about you." Pause. "Well," she amended, the smile widening a little as she shook her head, one hand gesturing vaguely back and forth as her haphazard ponytail swayed sluggishly behind her. "Y'know. Jase-worried. Anyway." With the twitch of a shoulder in a quick shrug she refocused on the matter at hand, on the oddly diminished, small seeming figure before her- looking not at, or even through Lilly, but into her, tracing the threads of Radiance that made up the warp and weft of the dark-eyed girl's life; here the frayed edge of fatigue, there the near-invisible mending of an old injury long since healed. The gifted young athlete's present hurts, however, were visible to Autumn only in the physical accumulation of secondary ills they were generating. Whatever had happened to her on Monday, she wasn't bouncing back, which was... kind of weird. Unless, maybe Enterich had triggered some kind of issues Lilly already had, and- -And it doesn't really matter right now, does it? Hell, we all probably need therapy at this point. Fucking focus, Autumn. "Full disclosure," she added distractedly, blinking away the lingering traces of that other, stranger vision that was slowly becoming notably less strange with each passing day. "I'm not a hundred percent sure how this works, either. I did, however, spend about two hours last night on Wikipedia researching brain function in case you asked, so I'd at least be able to come up with something that sounded good. So." With another little half-shrug as if to say, 'that's that,' the energetic Girl Scout sat down on the edge of the bottom-most bleacher, pushing sweat-damp curls back from her face. "Just sit on the grass here, that way if you, like, pass out or something you're good." Autumn's eyes widened suddenly, a flicker of panic on her freckled features as she hastily added, "Not that I'm expecting you to pass out! It'll be totally fine. Should be totally fine," the redhead continued quickly, visibly torn between complete honesty and a desire to reassure. "I've kind of done this before, just not this specifically. I mean, I haven't really sat down with somebody for the sole purpose of rewiring the way their brains work, so... y'know. If you start seeing sounds, or smelling burnt toast, or feeling any pain or numbness or anything like that, just, um. Maybe let me know." Smooth, Autumn, she groaned internally. As if this isn't awkward enough. "Hey, if I pass out then at least I end up getting some rest." Lilly weakly joked with a shrug as she took a seat on the grass where indicated with a relaxed sigh. The fact that she was even awake and relatively functional was a testament to her toughness, supernatural or otherwise. "And dude. You didn't need to study or whatever for my benefit. I just need some help.. your help. How it works isn't that big a deal I guess. I mean, I figured I would get through this on my own, one way or another, eventually, but I dunno how long that would be and I am tired of being on the sidelines or whatever." she sighed. Lilly turned and looked over her shoulder at Autumn, looking up to meet her gaze. "And you know, not matter if this works or not, thanks for even trying." she said with sincerity as she blinked away tears that her eyes were threatening to loose. Fuck, Autumn swore internally, feeling that involuntary sting of sympathy behind her own eyelids in response as the other girl's shadow-ringed eyes looked up at her with a mixture of desperation, hope, and despair. Nope. Nuh uh. Not right now, we are so not doing this. "It works," the redhead replied and exhaled slowly, gently but firmly placing her hands on either side of Lilly's head and turning her to face forward again as she got comfortable. "And the research wasn't just for your benefit. Admittedly, yeah, your whole..." She paused as she slid off Lilly's headband and set it aside, unsure how to refer to what had happened. "Situation did kind of give me some motivation, though. I've been kind of just guessing so far, going on instinct and the way it looks or, or feels to me, but that makes it hard to explain it to other people. Especially when we're still trying to figure out how we do what we do. Jase and Sean have this whole huge theory they're working on, which is great, but that's big-picture stuff, y'know? It'd be nice to know more about what I'm doing, that's all." Then, more quietly as she combed Lilly's hair back with her fingers, surreptitiously glancing up to watch as a pair of groundskeepers in stained shirts headed back toward the gate: "And, no problem. Any questions before I get started?" "Questions? Not really. But so you know what you are dealing with here..." Lilly said and let out a long sigh. "It's like he pulled up all of my fears, and I mean all of them, even ones I thought I didn't have anymore, and ones I did not know I had. I mean, I guess I knew I had them, on some level, but not, like, consciously, if that makes sense. Anyways, he pulled them all up and, I dunno, magnified them to the point I couldn't think about anything else. I'm not even sure how I managed to drive home, honestly. I really don't remember anything from the last few days until yesterday afternoon." she explained as she began to slowly, idly rub her forearm to subconsciously comfort herself. "It finally started to, well, 'fade' is not the right word. I dunno. I got, or wrestled back some control, I guess. It took everything I had to just go to the meeting. But when I close my eyes or try to rest, it's like that pit of fears is just waiting to pull me back in. I've tried to sleep, but it's basically one long nightmare and sure as hell is not restful. Like, even right now I can feel them gnawing at my mind. They still pop into my head at the sight of certain people, or things, or when certain thoughts cross my mind. I have to... I don't even know how to describe dealing with it, but it's exhausting..." she said and shook her head, as if to try and shake out the undesirable thoughts, and then lowered her head in fatigue. "Oh! Sorry." she said, realizing her had lowered her head and lifting it back up again unto the position Autumn had indicated before. "And if that doesn't help you, then sorry for the TMI." Autumn remained largely quiet while Lilly described, slowly and uncertainly, something of what she'd experienced during her private ordeal. Offering only the occasional mhmm of acknowledgement, she simply listened, comparing what she was hearing and what she'd seen on her initial assessment to what she'd read the night before about the physical effects of stress and fear. It was a little bit surreal, admittedly, hearing Lilly Pryor talk about being afraid of... well, pretty much anything. She was outgoing and popular, sort of like a more wholesome version of Marissa. They even had kind of a similar look, if she thought about it. But- Nobody's really got all their shit together, I guess. The red-haired teen squinted a little as her gaze flicked briefly up to the field and the indistinct figures in the bleachers on the opposite side. I sure as hell don't, she admitted ruefully to herself. "Not TMI," she replied after a moment's relative silence, the distant laughter and raised voices of other students drifting past in the hot afternoon air. Lilly had obviously dealt with a lot, but if Autumn was totally honest with herself, it sounded like she'd gotten off pretty fucking easily, all things considered- no nightmare world, no knee-deep pools of clotted blood, no chance of imminent death by things that shouldn't exist. Maybe a part of the athletic brunette felt that way, too; guilt could be a total bitch, after all, and maybe that was one of the insecurities Enterich had preyed on. Regardless, that's not why the young vitakinetic was there, and it didn't really matter anyway. Lilly was Jase's friend, and part of the Fellowship, and she'd asked for help, and there was visible, tangible evidence of emotional trauma in her brain, so... So. "Seriously, you're good," the earnest redhead added, nudging the other girl's arm with her knee for emphasis. "The whole point of this is to try to repair the damage he did, and hopefully to help you process so you can function. Doesn't really matter whether talking about what happened is useful to me or not, because it's not about me. So," she continued, returning to practical matters, "basically I thought I'd just give you a French braid. Super simple, won't look like we're crazy sitting here, and your hair will already be done for practice later. I have to actually touch you to do this, so it was the best option I could think of. That cool?" Lilly nodded and let out a long sigh, holding at a bay another of her fears and allowing herself the luxury of relaxing a little bit feeling somewhat comforted by the redhead's words and confident in her ability to help her. "Yeah. That's cool. Thanks." "Okay." Exhaling, Autumn leaned forward slightly, sectioning off three even sections of Lilly's hair as she focused on the subtle hum of Radiance responding to her own. As with Marissa, there was that curious impression of potential, of a vast untapped wellspring that was so very different from most of the other members of the group- if the extraordinarily loose affiliation of teens could be called that anymore. That similarity gave the redhead a moment's pause; Lilly and Cade had been deemed to possess 'Hero-Shine.' Marissa and Cade were not, so far as Radiance was concerned, anything alike. And yet... this. Had something changed since that afternoon at the farm over a week ago? Was that even possible? she wondered, half-consciously weaving another layer of dark hair through her fingers in movements so familiar they might as well have been autonomic. Maybe their original assumptions had been wrong, but according to Jase's explanation she and Cade could collapse possible outcomes into the one they wanted, or something like that. Cody Sikes had changed, she reminded herself as the warm ripples of her Shine lapped cautiously against the shores of the exhausted brunette's awareness. But he was manipulated by the Hunter, or at least by some twisted earthbound echo of him. If Lilly had also changed on a noetic level, how? Who changed her, if anyone- and if it wasn't because of some outside force, was it a conscious effort on her part, or some natural evolution? Was she even aware of it? Did it have anything to do with the week she was gone? With Enterich's interference? Could it happen spontaneously to someone else? They'd more or less established that Cody had chosen his path, awful and uncompromising as the result was, so did that also mean there were still choices to be made, options left open to them that could reshape the fundamental essence of who they were? Could they reproduce this change? ...Without the terrifyingly awful corruption, obviously. And if it was possible now, would that always be the case, or would they eventually- The sound of an exuberant shout across the field brought her abruptly back to the present, the heat of the afternoon sun on her face matched only by the flush of shame that suffused it. -Get around to fixing Lilly's mind before she fucking loses it completely? Yep. That'd be great. Swearing internally, Autumn took a deep breath to re-center, grounding herself in the solidity of the well-worn dirt beneath her feet and the hard, sun-warmed metal she was sitting on. Why the hell were there so many questions lately, and why was there apparently never a good time to ask them? Sure, it was kind of exciting, thinking about the possibilities, but also frustrating. And of course it was all abstract, theoretical curiosity, too- and it wasn't as if she could get any kind of meaningful answers right now, anyway. Or at least not practical ones. And she was supposed to be in the middle of doing something ever-so-slightly more important. Ugh. Later. There was always Study Hall, or after school. Until then... Focus. Seriously. As freckled fingers deftly braided the beleaguered teen's coffee-colored strands into a sleek plait, tendrils of Autumn's Shine likewise wove themselves along her neural pathways. She could feel... Frowning, the red-haired vitakinetic tried to define what she was feeling, exactly, through that near-tactile connection, that awareness of the other girl's essential vitality. There was trauma, for sure, but not like it had been with, say, Jason or Jacob, or even Sophia and Tawny. There was no physical injury, no hemorrhaging or fractures, but there was damage; a series of ominous bruise-like lesions, dark against the background luminosity of Lilly's intrinsic pattern. What the hell...? Probing further, tentatively exploring the boundaries of one of those strange contusions, Autumn cringed in revulsion and instinctive horror at the wrongness of it, at the weirdly organic pattern of its edges, livid filaments extending and expanding outward like occlusive spider webs or- Oh. Oh, fuck. No, no no no nono. It was all she could do not to physically recoil from the image that had sprung, unbidden, to mind, and for a moment her fingers froze: the gnarled roots of a dark and ancient tree, working their way inexorably into Lilly's psyche. That couldn't be what was happening, obviously, because the Tree itself was gone, and the spirit that tended it, or served it, or whatever. It was just too recent, too fresh not to make that comparison. It's fine, she reminded herself, swallowing despite the sudden dryness of her throat. She could almost smell the scent of iron, metallic and wet and old- It's like a, a... Her mental flailing for the name only made it worse, and eventually she gave in, falling back on the generic in desperation. Like one of those fucking inkblot tests or something. Just shapes. Even so, they were ugly, and rather than showing any evidence of healing, the neurochemical markers all indicated a definitive downward spiral that could only spell more suffering. Cortisol and adrenaline levels were high enough that Autumn could feel a sort of sympathetic jolt through her attunement to Lilly, the phantom taste of something bitter lingering on the back of her tongue. No wonder she feels like a wreck, she grimaced mentally, scooting back on the metal bench seat to adjust her grasp on the three interwoven sections of hair looped over her fingers. It wasn't what she'd expected to find, poking around in the other girl's brain- but then, she reflected ruefully, having expectations at all was probably her first mistake. Gently scintillating waves of sunset hues permeated the former Olympian hopeful's mind and enveloped the most deeply-affected areas, re-balancing the chemical activity of Lilly's amygdala, her hippocampus, and her prefrontal cortex even as that same restless energy eagerly redirected and restructured the delicate neural pathways, encouraging the growth of new connections. She wasn't sure how Enterich had done it, but somehow he'd managed to disrupt not only the instinctive, emotional center of Lilly's brain, but probably also her ability to regulate those emotional impulses or even distinguish between her fears and reality. For a moment, Autumn was implausibly happy not to be a mind-reader; the soft resonance of the brunette's Shine with her own, that ephemeral tether that thrummed with synchronous heartbeats, spoke volumes on its own. [NOTE: This interaction is a work in progress, and this post will be updated when the collab with Lilly's player is complete. The current iteration is being posted here for the sake of continuity.]
  7. Exhaling, Autumn ticked off a count of four in her head, resolutely holding her ground despite the intense laser-focus of those bright green eyes- eyes that sometimes felt like a slow-motion dissection in progress, and sometimes like the heat of a blast furnace directed at her face. It's fine, she reminded herself. He doesn't get the nuanced stuff, right? He's still learning how this works, so just... Just... explain the situation. "Wrong in the sense of being inaccurate?" she began, glancing over at the table and trying to keep her voice low. "No. Well, maybe." The redhead frowned and lowered her phone, considering the fact that Tawny and Sophia were the only ones she'd helped in that way, and they couldn't be sure the effects were permanent yet, or even stable. "Probably. In the sense that you volunteered me for something without saying anything to me about it, though? Yeah. Yeah, that's kind of wrong." "Oh." Just that, as he considered. "I did stress to her that I wasn't volunteering you." he remarked, thinking. "Merely that you were possibly a solution and she may wish to seek you out." He paused, considering the taut unhappy expression on Autumn's face. "I didn't consider that you might feel obligated to help." He studied her in that intent way of his. "Is that why you are upset? That I didn't suggest it to you first?" he asked, eyes narrowing in thought. Sighing, Autumn tucked her phone away in her back pocket and dragged a hand back through the rebellious coils of copper atop her head, fingers buried amidst the loosening strands that were gradually working their way free of her ponytail. It felt too easy, this simple, straightforward process of acknowledgement and apology. And, sure, it was nice not to argue, or have to go through a lot of stupid drama and misunderstandings and all that, but... It kind of just seemed clinical. ...Which, yeah, made sense considering the lack of intuitive empathy, and she definitely didn't hate the fact that he listened and took her seriously when she had a problem. Is it always going to be like this, though? she wondered. Like, if they dated for a long time, would it eventually get easier for him, or for her, to speak the other's metaphorical language? "I just," she murmured, peering up at him as if eye contact alone could convey emotional nuance and content. "I don't mind helping, if I can. I just want to be the one who decides if and when and how I do it. Like with the marshal. I did that because I wanted to," the expressive redhead insisted, leaning in a little more as the sound of the adult voices in the background quieted a bit. "I made that choice on my own, for my own reasons. Look, I get that Lilly's your friend, but honestly, I barely know her at all and she hasn't said a single word to me since she disappeared for her competition or whatever. Not one, Jase. Not when we were all here at the farm, not at the picnic. Nothing. Maybe she feels awkward because I'm dating you now." With a shrug, she dismissed the thought. "Honestly don't know, and mostly don't care. That's a Lilly problem. The Autumn problem is that I don't want other people, even my friend or boyfriend, offering me up. Tell me what's going on, or what your suggestion is, and let me decide." Wide blue eyes, their depths flecked with glimmers of gold and green and shadowed with grey, searched Jason's angular features. "Does that make sense?" "It does." he said, his eyes never leaving hers as his hand came up to brush at a coppery curl that lay against her freckled ivory cheek. "I apologise. I didn't think of it as offering you up, but I can see why it might feel that way." "As for Lilly... She expressed that she didn't feel comfortable necessarily approaching you, that you seemed distant to her." He pondered for a moment. "I don't understand why she hasn't spoken to you before now either. I pointed out that so far as I knew, you had no problem with her, and you were willing to heal the hands of the person who shot me, so I doubted there was any level of animosity that would prevent you from at least considering helping her." He hesitated at the change in Autumn's expression, his own eyes blinking in momentary confusion. "I... shouldn't have said that either, should I?" he asked slowly, realising that there was another blip appearing on the threat radar. For a moment, one that felt to her as if it stretched on interminably, Autumn didn't respond. She simply stared back at him, eyes wide and incredulous as her pupils shrank to tiny islands lost amidst a turbulent grey sea of anger and confusion. Why would he do that? Anyone else might have gotten off with the excuse that they just didn't think, but Jason? He had reasons for everything he did, it was all a conscious, considered choice. Wasn't it? "No," she managed finally, exhaling the single syllable on one long, shuddering breath. "No, you shouldn't, and I'm not sure why you thought it was a good idea. Not only is it none of Lilly fucking Pryor's goddamned business," she hissed through clenched teeth, "or anybody else's, it's not your place to tell people about what I do, or don't do. Especially not when I deliberately didn't fucking tell anybody, my fucking parents included, because the millisecond it gets out that I healed her and she talked, unless Enterich is gone, she's probably dead," the redhead seethed, her inner voice's screams of frustration reaching a piercing crescendo as she railed against the impenetrable, inscrutable inhumanness of her boyfriend. "I thought we had an agreement, an, an..." Her free hand twitched, fingers flexing in a restrained motion that- in different circumstances- would have been an outflung arm reaching for the words she couldn't quite find. "An understanding," she whispered sharply up at him, a liquid, shimmering veil of emotion welling up in her eyes. This was stupid, and Autumn knew it. It might even be unfair, all things considered, when earlier that morning he'd nearly died. And getting angry wasn't going to help- it was rarely productive, even with normal people who had normal brains in normal arguments. If anything, history seemed to suggest that directing emotional outbursts at Jason Fucking Bannon tended to go badly for whatever unlucky, intemperate idiot was doing the emoting. And yet, despite knowing that, there was nothing she could do to stop it. "We don't tell other people's stories. Not unless we have to. Did you really think I needed a goddamned character reference that fucking badly?" "It wasn't about giving you a 'character reference'." he replied calmly, though not without a tightening at the edges of his eyes. "It was about convincing Lilly to seek help. She was the victim of a supernatural attack on her psyche, one that shattered her confidence and courage, leaving emotional scars even I could detect." He kept his gaze on Autumn's, his tone level and quiet as, nearby, their parents chuckled at some quip. "To reiterate: I shouldn't have approached her without talking to you first. I placed you on the spot, and in your words, offered you up. That was thoughtless of me. I didn't, however, tell her any details about who shot me, or that she talked, the extent of the damage to her hands or indeed anything about the situation other than the fact that you healed them." He paused for a moment, considering. "Ideally, were I able to do it over, I would have approached you first on the matter and then let you decide how to approach Lilly. I tried to resolve the situation and persuade Lilly of the wisdom of seeking help as efficiently as was prudent, but I didn't stop to consider your feelings on the matter." His lips twitched in a slight frown. "I didn't mean to cause offence." Everything was wrong. The whole day- not just these last few minutes of tense, quiet argument, or even the last few hours of finger-pointing and venom-spitting- had gone completely sideways and upside-down and awful. They'd barely made it out of the hellscape of Arawn's blighted nightmare world the night before, and then, somehow, all the bad things that hadn't already happened the previous week all fell together in one godforsaken day; she might have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all if she weren't already furious and exasperated and about to cry from the sheer overwhelming amount of what-the-actual-fuck. It wasn't even about Lilly, or Marissa, or any one specific thing, it was just- "If you had just- uggghhhh," Autumn groaned, the soft subvocalization little more than a low, throaty exhalation as she pressed her hand over her eyes, blocking out the sight of her boyfriend, his kitchen, and their families for a moment. Yes. 'If he had.' But he didn't, that inner Autumn grudgingly pointed out. He didn't, and unless he's thrown together a time machine in the last few days, he can't. So... So...? So, deal with it. The redhead's arm fell limply back to her side. "- the worst interview of my life. I'm not even kidding," Ian swore cheerfully, leaning back in his chair with one hand held aloft and the other resting on his heart. "I was totally unprepared, totally out of my depth, and to make things even worse, it wasn't even for a paid position. They wanted a damn intern." With a rueful chuckle, the native New Yorker tipped back his mug, draining the last of the coffee within. "So when I slunk out of there, I thought, 'I wonder if that cute redhead and her friends are still up at that coffee shop?' And," he added, shrugging slightly as he smiled at his wife, a hint of boyishness lingering around his eyes, "I guess I hadn't used up all my luck yet that day, because they were." "I need some air," Autumn announced suddenly, turning away from her boyfriend and the maybe-annoyed, maybe-thoughtful expression suggested by the subtle narrowing of his pale eyes. Was he angry? Disappointed? Offended? Did any of those descriptions even apply to him? It was hard to tell, and she didn't really feel like adding another entry to her 'Bannon For Dummies' notes at the moment, or listening to the story of how her parents hooked up a hundred years ago. If nothing else, she could ask him once she'd calmed down enough to deal with conversation again, but for now... She needed to move, to walk under the stars in all their glittering, indifferent glory, to do something with the restrained energy and emotion practically vibrating along every nerve and sinew. "Just headed outside for a minute," she explained, setting her coffee cup on the counter and offering the adults what she hoped might pass for a smile. "Back in a bit." "Oh..? Okay." Ian looked round from the conversation, smiling in slight bemusement as Autumn headed for the door. Dana, with her more sensitive maternal antennae, frowned very slightly as she scrutinised her daughter and the silent, still figure leaning against the kitchen counter. Autumn was already stepping out of the back door onto the porch that ran around the farmhouse, however, and Jason was watching her leave with only a faint tilt of his head to mark any expression before his gaze shifted unerringly to meet the older redhead's. Not human, the thought came unbidden to Dana as she met that depthless, intent pale stare, and though she was almost immediately ashamed of the atavistic chill that prickled the back of her neck. At least she knew, now, why the strange young man was so strange. And there was a curious quality to that knowledge, as though believing him to be perhaps autistic or just 'different' had made him less threatening whereas, now, she knew his oddness marked him as a predator. Not in the sense of behaviour, as humans might refer to other humans as 'predatory'. But as a function of his nature, like a wolf, or a big cat, perhaps? A cat, Dana decided as she studied that impassive, scarred face with it's lambent green eyes that saw much and gave back little. You couldn't be certain what was going on behind that gaze - all you could go off was how he acted. Oddly, thinking of him as an intelligent two-legged predatory animal helped, as though that was somehow easier to process than 'genetically engineered alien warrior'. "So how did you meet your wife?" Dana heard her own voice say, then caught herself and looked at Gar wide-eyed. She'd asked the question innocently, almost autonomically, as a way to distract herself from the silent youth across the room. "Oh... I'm sorry-!" "No, it's fine." Gar interrupted her, raising a hand slightly. "Seriously. It's... Not as sore a point as it used to be. We've..." he cast a glance over at Jason. "We've actually been back in touch recently." "Really?" Dana also glanced at Jason, who was silent, unmoving... unmoved, even. "Yeah." Gar smiled a little. "So I don't mind telling the story. It was in college - we had a couple classes together and she was eye-catching, but aloof from everyone. She didn't hang out with girlfriends or boys, didn't laugh or smile. She just showed up, did the work, asked questions - good ones most of the time - then left to go God-knows where." Jason stirred, whatever contemplations that had been going on in his head obviously done with for now, and as he watched his father smile faintly as he told the tale, he silently thanked Dana for providing the additional distraction. Quietly, unobtrusively, he slipped out of the kitchen door after Autumn. "...So my friend ran a ju-jitsu class on campus, and I was getting pretty good at it, helping out with the teaching. So when the gorgeous blonde from class showed up wanting to learn I was naturally assigned to coach her like any other beginner..." His father's voice fell away behind him as Jason stepped, soft-footed, into the late summer night, letting his eyes adjust as he glanced around, looking for his girlfriend. The evening air was blessedly cool on her flushed skin as Autumn jogged quickly down the handful of wooden steps leading from the wraparound porch to the lawn, her gaze sweeping across the dark sea of overgrown fields as she circled around the side of the house. The moon, nearly half-full, glowed pale over the southwest horizon like the heavy-lidded eye of some distant celestial observer- seeing all, revealing little- and for the redhead who instinctively sought its position against the deepening darkness of the night sky, that was... mostly fine. Better an uncaring universe than an actively malevolent one, after all, even if the events of recent weeks had given her a growing sense of uncertainty about which they actually lived in. 'I need some air,' she'd said. Space to move, room to breathe. And wandering through the unfamiliar environs rendered stranger still by the faint moonlight, Autumn found precisely that. Sure, she'd been to the Bannon farm before, but the presence of others and preoccupation with the days' activities had always been something of a distraction. Now, with some distance between herself and any other humans- or near-humans, for that matter- it was easier to think. ...Or, more to the point, easier not to think. Not to think about walking nightmares, near-death experiences, conspiracies, school, alien gods, or even just sort-of-alien geniuses who said and did stupid, infuriating things because their mental calculus didn't provide for emotional variables or normal human expectations. Ugh. Wincing a little as she tugged the elastic band from her hair, Autumn gingerly rubbed her scalp where the ponytail holder had been pulled free of an unruly snarl of curls. "Ow," she hissed sharply, running her fingers carefully through the tangled locks as she navigated the shadowy yard. The barn that housed Jason's miniature Eden loomed as a massive black shape nearby, along with the smaller one for the Bannons' vehicles and machinery, and, further on, a pair of gnarled trees whose leafy boughs stretched out in silhouette against the distant star-flecked sky. Rolling the elastic band onto her wrist, the redhead shifted course and, hands thrust into her jeans pockets, wandered toward them. Probably fruit trees? she guessed as she approached, given that they were near-ish to the farmhouse, though in the dark it was impossible to tell what kind. Running her hand lightly over the trunk of the larger one, she could feel the faint hum of energy there beneath the bark, the not-quite-vibration of healthy arboreal life intersecting with her own, the tenuous barrier separating them, and smiled a little, despite her frustration. On impulse, the energetic redhead glanced up into the boughs overhead and, with a little jump, grabbed hold of one of the low-hanging branches. It was a good tree, she knew, with an instinct born of a youth spent clambering into- and falling out of- many like it. Kicking her feet up against the trunk for leverage, she hauled herself up onto the limb and sat astride it, legs swinging as she leaned back against the solidity of the living wood behind her and closed her eyes, letting the scents and sounds of the summer evening carry her away from herself for a moment. It had taken him a few minutes to work out where she'd gone. Jason had silently circled the porch in the gloom, letting his eyes get used to the darkness, and had seen no sign of her in the immediate environs of the farmhouse . So he'd stopped for a moment, thinking, then had drifted around to the rear of the house, pale eyes searching for movement near the barns or- Yes. There was a lithe shape currently scrambling up into the apple tree that grew out of the uncut grass just beyond the vegetable patch. It seemed very Autumn-like: that restless burst of energy, fueled by her irritation, driving her to activity, any activity. Motion, warmth and energy where he was stillness, cool and contained. He pondered that contrast as he silently padded through the night toward her, his fingertips brushing the ends of the long grass, his eyes on the shape now relaxing against the trunk, legs idly dangling down. He could pick out the faint glints of copper in her tumbling hair in the moonlight, and mused that their natures weren't so easily defined as opposite - after all, in the right (or wrong) circumstances he could be furious, searing heat without limitation or conscience. She occupied the middle ground between the binary of his own nature, but there was more to the two of them than a simple balancing act, wasn't there? He stopped a few metres away from the tree, silently studying the lines of her upturned face, glowing ivory in the pale light of the half moon. Yes. Yes there was. There was attraction, desire, a sense of enjoyment of one another's company. He took pleasure in her smile... and her being upset left him with a sense of disquiet that was faint, but profound. He recalled his words to her in the hospital earlier that day: "You matter to me" True words, spoken sincerely. She mattered to him - her happiness mattered to him. It occurred to the detached young near-human that his life was richer, more textured for having her in it. Could she understand that? Did he even fully understand it? Perhaps she still thought he had feelings for Marissa, it occurred to him as he watched her profile. After all, they had gotten together with the understanding that it was possible Marissa would decide she wanted him after all... But the lean youth realised he no longer even felt conflicted about that possibility, as he had perhaps 24 hours ago. He didn't want Marissa Jauntsen, for all her imperious beauty and grace, for all her pride and calculating nature. Once, yes, he'd found her admirable, if confusing, but that time was days in the past now. She might not be his enemy, she might even become a friend again, but when compared with the warm passionate energy kindled by the tousle-haired, freckle-faced redhead in the tree Marissa seemed a cold, distant star indeed. Perhaps too similar to himself - in that respect anyway. But Autumn... she created something else within the searing core of his being. A desire for warmth, and to warm in turn. He focused, tiny motes of golden-orange light beginning to form in the air in front of him as he gently fed energy into the molecules and atoms there. A balancing act - heat that would warm rather than burn, fire that wouldn't ignite whatever it touched. The motes swirled in the air before him, growing in number and brightness - hundreds, then thousands of them. In theory, it was similar to the firenado he had called down on Arawn/Cody. But the heat was diffuse, the individual motes of fire contained rather than blending into a roaring, terrible, destructive inferno. Instead of that, there was a swarm of literal fire-flies, their radiance flickering and dancing in the night as he cast them out and up, into and around the branches of the tree, letting them dance there like a galaxy's worth of golden stars around his girlfriend. The subtle swirls of color behind Autumn's closed eyelids brightened as she sat there amid the leaves, vaguely aware of the progress of an ant ticklishly exploring her bare forearm. Her whole world, it seemed, had shrunk from the contemplation of her own exasperations and worries to simple sensation: the rough texture of the bark through her t-shirt, the hint of a cool breeze whispering across her face, the weight of her feet swinging lazily beneath her, the occasional soft call of a night bird seeking its mate. Flickers of warm sunlight filtered through the deep, drowsy currents in which her mind had been drifting, drawing her back toward awareness. And it was warm, she realized, eyes flying open as she straightened suddenly and- -immediately froze, wide-eyed at the luminous points of incandescent gold whirling in incomprehensible constellations through the night air around her. "Oh, holy fuck," she thought/gasped simultaneously, reflexively tightening the grip of her thighs on either side of the branch beneath her as the world contracted in shock. Smothering the instinctive flare of panic at being encircled by a shower of sparks, she sat perfectly still for a long moment, clutching the tree limb, barely breathing. "What the hell...?" she whispered finally, when the crown of the apple tree didn't erupt into flames and no pinpricks of scorching heat seared her skin. Tentatively raising a hand, the awestruck redhead trailed her fingertips through the scintillating, swirling display, leaving the tiny, flickering lights to eddy and spiral in the wake of her movement. Whatever they were, they didn't seem dangerous, and though she could feel faint traces of residual heat, they weren't actually hot. "They're like... little stars," she murmured, a broad, childlike smile slowly curving her lips as she shifted on the branch, steadying herself to gaze up into the glimmering lights weaving through the darkness. It wasn't the weirdest thing she'd seen lately, not by a long shot- but it was among the coolest. Leaning forward, Autumn pushed her hair behind her ears and turned this way and that, trying to take in the contrast of brilliant orange and gold against the velvet shadows beyond; as a sudden thought struck, she fished her cell phone from her pocket and straightened again, snapping a quick photo of the incredible phenomenon. "Where did you come from?" she wondered aloud, as she might have asked a stray dog that found its way to her doorstep. As if in answer, the dancing motes of golden flame swirled and spread out, some remaining near the wonder-struck girl as the rest created their shifting, scintillating constellation centered around the tree in which she sat. The light they cast was less concentrated now, and Autumn could make out a lean figure quietly moving through the grass below the branch she was perched on. He gazed up at her, golden sparks reflected in the green depths of his eyes as the fiery motes swirled over his head, striking glints of dark and light bronze and from his skin and hair. "You like them?" he asked quietly, studying her expression with that intent way of his, head tilted slightly as he took in her reaction. "I wanted to show you... how you make me feel. When you smile at me. When you fought for me. When you held me, a week and a lifetime ago, just over there on the porch bench." His eyes left her face for a moment, glancing at the slowly moving miniature starfield he had called into being before his gaze fixed on her again. "Wonder. Joy. Warmth. You give those things to me, just by being in my life." He paused, trying to gauge her expression. It was kind of unfair, honestly, if she thought about it- and, for just a few seconds, she did, looking down at him looking up at her. Cheating, a little rebellious part of her mind, still fully dedicated to being annoyed with him, asserted hotly. After all, even if a normal human boyfriend might still have upset her for exactly the same reason, he wouldn't have been able to conjure up a scene like this or utter those words without stuttering and making it sound like total cringe. Jason meant it, though, she knew, just as he'd meant he didn't care if the marshals lived or died, that he struggled with relating to people, and that he loved Marissa Jauntsen. And that... was also kind of unfair, wasn't it? One day she'd have to explain to him that it was possible for normal human women to misunderstand those sorts of comments or thoughtful gestures, especially when combined with his characteristically straightforward delivery and the near-hypnotic pull of those green eyes. Some future girlfriend- not her, of course- could easily get the wrong idea, and so one day she'd need to warn him. Just... not today, she decided, ignoring the accompanying little twinge of guilt for the sensation of warmth his gaze kindled within her. "First, I don't like them," Autumn clarified, carefully slipping her phone back into her jeans pocket. "I love them," she enthused quietly, that giddy, guileless smile returning for a moment. "I mean, just... Wow." The last syllable was a soft, almost reverent exhalation as she leaned back against the trunk of the tree, lifting her gaze to watch the silent dance of the miniature candle flames flickering and flaring around them. "You know?" Glancing back down at the tall wiry form of her boyfriend for confirmation, she grinned in spite of herself, shaking her head in disbelief. "Every time you use your powers for something new, I keep thinking, 'That's amazing. I don't think he could possibly do anything any more amazing than that.' And then," she shrugged with a quiet huff of laughter, "you do." He smiled slightly, a crinkling of the edges of his eyes emphasising the pleased glow of the reflected fireflies as his lips curved for a moment. He glanced around at the field of stars circling the tree under which he stood and in which Autumn sat, and then raised his face once more to her, head tilting in curiousity. "And second?" "Second," she sighed, swinging her leg over the branch to face him directly, "apology accepted. I mean, you didn't really have to go quite this far," the redhead added with a bemused grin, a flash of humor in her eyes captured by the twinkling of the airborne embers around them. "But." Bracing her palms atop the limb on either side of her hips, feet swinging in a half-conscious expression of the energy that animated her, Autumn leaned forward slightly, meeting his gaze as the weight of her hair tumbled forward over her shoulders. "I appreciate it. So, thanks for that. For this," she amended. "Just, y'know. Please try not to just decide things on my behalf in the future, unless you have to. Like, I'm bleeding to death and need a transfusion or I'll die, or something."
  8. The trip up to the Bannon Farm was without incident. It always seemed to be that way, Autumn couldn't help but muse as she sat behind her parents in the back of their car. Whatever fears or excitement were intertwined with her visits to the lonely farmhouse atop the rise in the land overlooking Shelly, the actual getting there was uneventful. No thunder and lightning casting the Bannon home into stark relief against the grey sky, no portents such as crows lining the telephone wires watching, waiting for something to need their services - whether as psychopomps or as carrion disposal. It was to all appearances a normal, if slightly shabby, house on an unremarkable plot of mostly disused farmland, the porch light on, a welcoming island of golden radiance in the dusk. The Keanes were following Gar's jeep as it turned off the road and headed up the dirt and gravel track, though more than once Ian and Dana would cast a glance at the mirrors, at the sleek black Charger following them in turn, its dimmed headlights the baleful eyes of some beast carved from the gloom of the coming night. As they rolled to a stop alongside Gar's vehicle, the Charger turned and followed a smaller dirt track to behind the house, over to the smaller of the two barns. "Come on up." Gar told Autumn and her family warmly as they exited their car, waving them to follow as he led the way up onto the porch and round to the side door which, Autumn knew, led to the kitchen. "Jase will be a minute or two putting his car away, so we can at least get comfortable." The kitchen was much as Autumn recalled it. Decent-sized, clean, and maintained, saucepans on hanging racks, every surface wiped, every knife put away in the block. Two plates with their cutlery were stacked by the sink, two glasses beside them the only signs of recent use. A fair-sized table, large enough for six, with chairs occupied one half of the floor space next to a long, low window the sill of which was covered in small plant pots containing various herbs. A three-row bookshelf on one wall contained a variety of recipe books, and all the usual kitchen appliances and gadgets were present, including a filter coffee pot. It was to this Gar headed after flicking the lights on, smiling over one shoulder at the Keanes as he got five mugs down from the cupboard. "Go ahead, grab a seat. I'll get the coffee started - unless anyone wants something else?" he offered, pausing a moment to regard the three of them. Ian made to raise his hand out of habit, but his wife gently pressed his arm down again, shaking her head. "No, ah, coffee's great, thank you," Dana replied smoothly, eyes wide as she silently implored him not to ask the maybe-recovering-alcoholic for a beer. He stared at her for a moment, then- Oh, shit. They'd talked about this at the field the day before, hadn't they? About Gar Bannon apparently sobering up recently? Grimacing in mute comprehension the keen-eyed entrepreneur nodded, sinking into one of the nearby chairs. "Wait 'til we get home," she murmured, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before letting her hand slip away again. "Sounds ah-mazing," his daughter enthused, visibly cheered at the prospect of real coffee after gamely giving the medical center's commercial brew one more try. She paced restlessly behind her parents, fidgeting with a loose strand of serpentine copper snaking over her shoulder as Dana likewise took a seat at the table. "The Bannons seriously have the best coffee. I don't know what kind of voodoo they do on it, but... ugh," she sighed rapturously, grinning across at Gar as he busied himself with the coffee pot. "So good." "So I've heard." With a bemused eye, the pretty vet watched as Autumn roamed the kitchen, very obviously trying not to be too obvious about the fact that she was waiting for Jase to finish up outside. "You have a lovely home," she continued, both of the elder Keanes giving the kitchen a quick appraisal- or, at least, Dana's was quick, little more than a polite, cursory scan that noted the overall impression of tidiness she wouldn't have expected from a pair of bachelors. Ian, on the other hand, assessed the window frames, the fixtures and fittings, the smoothness of the ceiling and the level of the floor underfoot with a sharp, professional eye. "It is nice, yeah," he nodded agreeably, leaning back to get a better, broader view of the room. "Looks pretty solid. Old farmhouses like this usually have good bones. You guys done any kind of reno work or improvements?" "Bits and pieces, over the years." Gar replied, nodding at the window that ran along the wall next to the table. "Couple years ago, storm took out that window good, so we got the whole thing rebuilt, new frame and all. Had to fix the plumbing after that, too. Re-roofed the north side last year. We've been lucky: Jack Cassidy helped us out at just over cost. Oh, and there's all the shelves we had put in." "Shelves?" Ian asked curiously. Gar smiled, motioning to Autumn's dad to step over to the doorway that led to the rest of the house as he flicked the light switch in the hallway outside. "My God." Ian's tone was surprised enough to cause Dana to likewise get up and peer over her husband's shoulder. Trailing behind, Autumn smiled, knowing already what they were going to see. Bookshelves. Lining the staircase, lining the walls of the hall, floor to ceiling with only an occasional break here and there for electrical outlets. Shelves packed tight with books of all shapes and sizes and subjects, in no particular order but nevertheless tidily stored. It was like looking into a library from the kitchen doorway. "We did the lounge, the dining room, and the upstairs hall. Jase's own room, too." Gar admitted, shrugging at the Keanes with a smile. "They're mostly his, truth be told. He's... uh... a reader." "Has he read all of them?" Ian asked with a faint hush to his voice. There was something almost daunting about the filled shelving, that weight of knowledge, surely more than one person could reasonably work through and comprehend, especially a teenage boy. "Most of them." Jason's voice intruded on the reverie from a few feet behind the party clustered in the kitchen doorway. True to form, he'd padded up behind them silently and was watching them, head tilted slightly, green eyes gleaming. "Recently I've had more important things to do, so I got a little behind." "'Most of them,' he says," the realtor repeated wonderingly, momentarily setting aside fatherly concerns about Jason Bannon having 'more important things to do.' Dealing with interdimensional monsters and aliens and government agencies and... and... whatever else fell under the general heading of 'Insanity' in his 43 years of experience was, Ian Keane decided, a reasonable excuse for not keeping up with the Genius Overachiever's Book Club. It probably had nothing at all to do with Jason being sixteen or so years old, dating his energetic, impressionable, also sixteen-year-old daughter. Maybe. Hopefully. "Well," he added dryly, interrupting his own train of thought and glancing over his shoulder at the young woman in question. "If you're going to be tutoring her anyway, maybe some of that will rub off on Autumn. We've tried getting her to read more, but she's always treated it more like a punishment than anything." Before the girl herself could protest, Dana spoke up, a hint of fond mischief in her warm hazel eyes as she regarded her daughter. "Which is odd, considering this afternoon we got an Amazon delivery of a copy of-" "Oh, good!" Autumn chimed in abruptly, a sudden flush of warmth and high, vivid rose blooming beneath her skin. "I was waiting for that. I'll, uh, get it when we get home. Thanks." Fuck, she swore internally. I can't believe I forgot about- "What?" her mother asked innocently, considering first the impassive, inscrutable boyfriend and then her furiously blushing child with a knowing smirk that tugged at one corner of her mouth, one elegant eyebrow arching skyward. "Sweetheart, you're sixteen. There's nothing wrong with wanting to learn more about-" "Mom!" the horrified redhead all but hissed, as Dana, laughing, relented. "All right, all right." Pulling Autumn close, the grinning veterinarian held her in a one-armed hug for a long moment, kissing the top of her dishevelled hair and giving a quick wink to a thoroughly bewildered Ian, who seemed visibly torn between asking what was going on and talking about the built-ins again. "Let's focus on Jase's collection then. Did he inherit this love of books from you, Gar, or is that something he gets from his mother's side of the family?" There was the slightest pause as Autumn and Gar both thought about Jason's mother's 'side of the family', then Gar leaned a shoulder comfortably against the wall and shrugged. "Bit of both, maybe?" He said with a smile as he glanced at his son speculatively. "I like to read, but if I had to nail it down, I'd say he got his hunger for knowledge mostly from his mother. She'd read everything from history and philosophy to current affairs, always seeking to understand more than she did. I'd find her with her head in my biochemistry textbooks and journals, even - Jase is kinda like that... only turned up to eleven." The elder Bannon gestured at the bookshelves lining the hall. "Other than our favorites which get kept, that's a rotating population of books. Most of those you see there Jase only got and read in the last year or so. When he's done, we donate them to charity or libraries, then go out and buy second hand books from the same places." He shrugged at Ian and Dana's expressions, grinning self-deprecatingly. "I guess it's a bit strange, yeah?" "Everyone's got their own strangeness. It's better than having muddy boots trip you up when you walk in the house." Ian smiled slightly. His wife nodded, nudging Autumn as the younger redhead's freckled features flushed pink. "Or having a teenager who apparently cannot study or do homework without loud music and dancing around her bedroom." Dana added slyly. Autumn reddened further, then cleared her throat and stepped out from under the maternal arm. "So, hey! Coffee smells great. Why don't I go and help Jase with it?" she asked brightly, noticing that the silent, green-eyed Effing One was drifting over to the coffee pot as it finished filling. Without waiting for the go ahead, she moved up next to him, brushing his hip with hers as she smiled sideways up at his impassive features. He flashed her a small smile in return, passing over the cream and sugar as they floated from the fridge to his hands. "Pretty sure my parents are gonna try to trade me for you," she mused, adding a spoonful of sugar to her mug and slightly less to Dana and Ian's as she turned, watching the adults over her shoulder for a moment. "If they ever see how clean your room is, I'm done for." Ian sighed, craning his neck slightly to peer back into the kitchen from whence they'd come, watching the two teens busy themselves with filling mugs and murmuring to each other. He could see the shape of his daughter's smile in profile as she cast a brief glance up at her more reserved beau, but there was something more than just the normal paternal wariness behind his eyes as he considered not only his little girl's immediate happiness, but her future, as well. Even without weird powers, Jason himself really was a little strange- too grown-up by half, too attentive, too inquisitive, too... Different. Not bad, per se, if his treatment of Autumn and his response to the Jauntsens' acrimony was any indication, but... He glanced again at the book-lined walls and exhaled again, as Dana peered up at him. "Keep sighing like that and they'll put you to work at one of those wind farms." Sparing a faint smile for her husband, Dana turned back to Gar and nodded. "And donating books back once you've read them sounds like a practical way to manage things, especially if you're that voracious a reader. Otherwise they'd just take over the house." She hesitated then, wondering if it was all right to ask why he'd used the past-tense when referring to Jason's mother, and why neither of the teens had mentioned her at all. There had been rumors, of course... But those rumors had also painted Jase as a drug-running criminal mastermind and Gareth as a drunken wreck; neither of those, as far as she could tell in the moment, seemed accurate. "It really is an impressive collection," she added, electing to err on the side of caution for now. "And that coffee really does smell amazing. Now that we've had a chance to relax a little after that godawful meeting, I could definitely use a cup." "Coffee's up!" Autumn announced as if in answer to Dana's words, her and Jason bringing the prepared mugs over to the kitchen table as the adults drifted back from their contemplation of the unusual decor. Seats were taken, appreciative inhales were made, coffee was sipped. "Wow." Dana looked down at her cup, then at her husband. "That's-" "Really good." Ian confirmed, relaxing somewhat into his chair as he finished his wife's thought. "I mean, it hardly needs sugar." "Right?" Autumn hmm'd happily as she took another sip from her mug. "I could live here just for the coffee." Gar chuckled, shaking his head. "Jase again." he gestured to his strange son. "He's finicky about food and drink in the home - though I've seen him down three corndogs and five portions of deep fried ice cream at fairs." "Ugh, five?" Autumn made a face, her nose wrinkling as she grinned at her boyfriend. "I feel sick after two." Jase smiled faintly back at her, his green eyes tightening at the corners as he returned her amused glance over his own mug of coffee, emblazoned with the phrase 'I run entirely on coffee, sarcasm and inappropriate thoughts.' There was a moment or two of comfortable, contemplative silence as everyone relaxed, mugs in hand. "So..." Gar said after the moment had passed, leaning his elbows on the table's wooden surface as he cradled his mug in both hands, looking at Autumn's parents sympathetically. "How're you guys holding up after the recent revelations? Better than I did when everything first broke on me, I bet." "After yesterday, I think most of it was..." Ian started to sigh again, but caught himself, casting a surreptitious glance at the auburn-haired woman beside him as she took another slow sip of coffee. "It was a little easier to swallow, but I’m definitely going to need some time to digest it all, if you take my meaning." "Mmm," Dana agreed, setting her mug down as she nodded. A pair of delicate parallel lines appeared between her brows as she focused on the table in front of her, and Autumn had a sudden vision of herself, years hence, frowning in that same, thoughtful way. "I had a bit of an advantage over Ian," she admitted, her teeth catching at the inside of her cheek as her voice tightened. "Dad talked about old family legends and things, the Enemy, Blackfoot myths, crazy local stories and superstitions my whole life." Slender fingers, curled around the reassuring warmth of the cup in her hand, drummed idly against its side. "I didn't believe him, of course. And then he died." Her lips thinned into the ghost of a smile as she looked up, swallowing the taste of the bitterness that lingered on her tongue in defiance of the sweet black brew. "And then last week Autumn came home with letters he'd written, that he'd locked up in an office we'd never been able to open, and yesterday I found out that it wasn't-" Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, Dana steadied herself as Autumn leaned over, resting her cheek against her mother's arm. "That it wasn't so crazy. I mean, I have a rose made of ice in my freezer that your son just pulled out of nothing and nowhere while we sat at my dining room table." "That-" Autumn cut in, then paused, straightening as she studied her mother's face; Dana was struggling, but holding together, and the younger redhead pursed her lips. Her wide, sea-colored eyes were uncharacteristically serious as she weighed her options, and made her choice. "It wasn't just the letters. There are journals in there... Tons of them, some of them going back before Shelly was Shelly. I was thinking of bringing them up to the house and... if it's okay..." Glancing across at her inscrutable, inquisitive boyfriend, she tried not to think too far ahead, to just ask. What was the worst that could happen? "I thought Jase might want to come by tomorrow, after school, and help me go through them. Maybe we could see if there's anything else in there that might help." Her parents exchanged a glance with each other, then looked at Jason, then at Autumn, who tried not to flush under the scrutiny. Dana looked back at her husband, frowning slightly at the doubtful hesitation on Ian's face. He didn't like the idea, that much was obvious, but couldn't frame a refusal out of thin air. "I'd be happy to help." Jason put in calmly, his gaze showing a flicker of interest. "Primary sources from people who were aware of the Enemy going back as far as your family does locally? It might prove very useful." "I..." Ian started, then paused as he regarded the glacial eyes of the young man across the table from him. "Before we agree to anything" he said cautiously but firmly, holding a hand up slightly as Autumn shifted in her seat. "I think we should discuss something that was brought up in the meeting." "Liam Day." Jase replied, his gaze unwavering as he nodded. Ian nodded in return. "Of course. What would you like to know?" "Your side of things." Ian said. Dana nodded slightly, her eyes on Autumn's face for a moment before shifting her attention to the composed youth. Gar remained silent, his expression tense. "Liam attacked Lona Wilson, sought to rape her." Jase said, matter-of-factly. "It suits some to frame her account of events in doubt, but I saw the bruises and scratches she suffered. She was expressing reluctance to go to the police, possibly because she just wanted to forget about it, or possibly because she felt she wouldn't be believed and it would be drama she didn't need. Whatever her reasons, I knew that Liam Day had a reputation for spiking drinks and generally trying to prey on girls as young as sophomores when he himself graduated last year. His attack on my friend made me angry." "I don't pretend what I did was heroic, or justice. What I did was vengeance, or perhaps punishment. I wanted to hurt him badly enough that he would never contemplate such an action again, to make him feel as helpless and afraid as he made Lona. Did I go too far?" He paused, considering, his pale eyes distant for a moment as he thought. "I think so, in retrospect, yes. I would not handle such a thing in the same way again - not out of any consideration for a rapist, but simply because it alarmed and disturbed my friends, and placed them in a difficult position." For several long moments, silence reigned over the cozy farmhouse kitchen as those present weighed the grave import of that declaration. There was different, after all, and there was distant, and then there was the remote, almost inhuman way in which Jason Bannon had reflected on and described Liam Day’s brutalization. Even Dana, who had begun to develop a sort of nascent fondness for the quiet, quick-witted young genius, felt an icy frisson skitter up her spine on delicate legs; there was no regret in his voice, no remorse in his expression, no sense at all that he gave any thought to the living human target of his wrath. By most accounts- even ones not laced with enough venom to make the local rattlesnake population jealous- the Day boy was unlikely to ever walk, or even speak again. Strange or not, what kind of teenager could do that and apparently feel nothing? Wordlessly, she turned again to her daughter, and only then was the stillness broken as Autumn’s head fell forward onto the table with a quiet, despairing groan. He’d told the truth, of course. The young redhead couldn’t fault him for that, even as she buried her face in her arms and grit her teeth, choking back a scream of impotent frustration. It was the way he’d told it, calmly and conversationally in that infuriatingly rational, quintessentially ‘Jason Fucking Bannon’ manner. That’s not how human beings- at least not ones that weren’t fundamentally broken in some way- dealt with trauma. But he’s not human, is he? No. And he never will be, Autumn. You might as well be dating a wolf... A wild thing that’s only civilized for as long as he wants to be. And that, too, was a truth she couldn’t fault him for, however impossible it made him. Ian was still trying to process Jason’s callousness toward another person- not to mention his tacit rejection of civil authority- when Autumn groaned and half-collapsed onto the table, and the movement jarred something loose in the paternal mechanism of his brain. Liam Day had been targeting sophomores last year, apart from Lona Wilson… Last year… “Autumn.” The utterance of her name was tense, terse, thick with a sudden anxious worry he refused to put words to just yet. “Last year, did-“ Exhaling again, he took a drink of coffee and, not for the last time, wished it were something a little stronger. “Did he ever, I mean-“ “Liam?” She lifted her head, her face flushed from being pressed into her forearms and silently venting her frustrations into the table, and peered at her father as if he’d just asked her about the chemical composition of rocket fuel. “Oh, god, no. He’s always been gross, but he never touched me.” One shoulder twitched upward in an indolent shrug as Autumn sat up again, turning from Ian back to the creamy swirls of caffeinated salvation in her half-full cup. “I-“ Ian hesitated again, then shook his head, idly rubbing the bridge of his nose. “All right. We can… talk about that later, I guess. For now just- just let me clarify, Jason. You attacked Liam Day. You didn't go to the police... Regardless of what he had or hadn't done, you used these powers of yours to ruin his life, and that… That doesn’t bother you?” "Interesting turn of phrase: 'regardless of what he had or hadn't done'. As if my actions took place in a vacuum, as if there was no context, no cause or effect." Jase's tone was mild, but his eyes narrowed faintly. "It was not 'regardless of what he did'. It was entirely based on what he did. I didn't walk out at random and attack a target of opportunity to satisfy some urge - Liam did. Unfortunately for him, his target was my friend." "But it doesn't bother you." Ian repeated, a not-quite-a-question. Jason looked at Autumn for a long moment, a flicker of something in his gaze, then at Dana, his head tilting slightly as he absorbed her expression, then at Ian, meeting the older man's eyes. "I handled it poorly. Would I handle things differently, in retrospect? Yes, as I have said. Do I feel any empathy or remorse for Liam Day? No. His actions defined him as my enemy." he said with slow precision. He glanced at his father's taut expression. "We may as well put all the cards on the table." he stated, looking back at the Keanes. "You would likely find out sooner or later, and I don't want secrets or omissions between us." His eyes rested on Autumn for a moment. "Whatever the truth costs me." "I'm not human, you see." He nodded towards the Keanes’ daughter, her eyes wide as she gazed at him then at her parents. "Autumn knows this, and Devin. It's possible, indeed likely that the Project suspect it." He smiled faintly at the blankly incredulous expressions on Dana and Ian's faces. "I know, I look like a normal young adult, but I'm genetically a little further removed from homo sapiens than they are from homo neanderthalensis." Dana looked sideways at Gar, who was watching intently. "Is this a joke?" Jason's dad shook his head. "No joke. But he definitely gets that from his mothers side of the family." Gar said softly. "I only found out about it myself the other day." "So what are you?" Ian asked, skepticism warring with wariness in his expression and body language. Oddly, Autumn answered. "An offshoot hominid race designed and deliberately evolved for fearlessness, heightened intelligence and aggression, pragmatism, and similar traits that further survival and propagation." she recited, smiling faintly at the surprise that flickered for a second in his gaze. "Yeah. I remembered." she told him, blinking back a moist feeling in her blue eyes. This was it. Any moment now, her parents would drag her out of there, forbid her from seeing him…
  9. "And I mean it. Straight home," Ian Keane reiterated, cool blue eyes narrowed slightly against the morning sunlight as he regarded his still-sleepy daughter. The response was a grumbled assent punctuated by a soft huff as Autumn finished unstrapping her bike from the rack and lowered it down to the paved parking lot just behind her father's silver Range Rover. "No detours, no hanging around after hours," he added firmly, frowning a little as she sighed, tightening the ratchet straps on the crossbar down again. "And remember what I said about Jason coming by: Not past ten. And I want you to-" "Text you when I-," the drowsy redhead nodded, her features scrunching up as she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand and rocked forward onto her toes, the bicycle frame bouncing lightly against her thigh. "Mm. When I get there. I will, Dad. I promise. Thanks for bringing me." "You're welcome, sweetheart. Be careful today, all right?" Leaning in, he pressed a quick kiss to her temple, pushing the haphazard braid back over her shoulder and giving her a quick visual check-in for confirmation. "Mhm, you, too. See you tomorrow?" "See you tomorrow." "Hey Dad?" Autumn asked, palms resting on the handlebars as she watched her father walk away and feeling, for some unknown reason, a vague apprehension. Nothing was going to happen today, probably. Not like yesterday, or the day before that. But, still... "Hmm?" Pausing as he opened the driver's side door, Ian glanced back at his not-so-little girl, her features framed in a halo of copper flame as she smiled, freckled nose crinkling. "Love you." He paused at that, at the simple, slightly embarrassed public admission of his teenaged daughter, and broke into a broad grin. "Love you, too," her gratified father replied. With a quick jingle of keys as he waved, Ian ducked back into his new SUV and started the engine, then slowly made his way through the line of parents dropping off their kids near the front doors before disappearing, ostensibly on his way to meet a client in Helena. The queue seemed longer today, Autumn noted, the Shelly natives no doubt keeping their offspring a little closer now amid the swirl of rumors surrounding Charlie and Cody and the sudden appearance- and subsequent disappearance- of a mysterious serial killer in their midst. And that was only a tiny part of the truth. If they knew the rest, how many of them would even have let their children leave the house? It was a small miracle her own folks were taking it so well, especially after finding out about Jason the night before. She'd half expected them to pack her off somewhere, or ban him from the property, or pull her out of school altogether- which would've completely made sense, all things considered, and they had had a few choice words when they'd gotten home after visiting the Bannon farm. Plus there was that godawful fucking meeting, and the picnic, and... Well, everything, basically. But, she admitted, rolling her bike up onto the sidewalk toward the row of upright racks near the entrance, they seemed to be trying, at least. Rumor, gossip and snatches of conversation and laughter buzzed around her head as Autumn, still blinking sleep away, made her way to her locker and dumped her bag inside before scooping up her books for first period- Chemistry- the thought of which was good for some color in her cheeks and a slight increase in the spring in her step as she headed to the cafeteria. There was still time for breakfast, and Jase had promised to show up with a thermos of coffee. …After which they'd have Chemistry together in, she snorted to herself in abashed amusement, more ways than one. Had she mentioned that her parents were awesome and trying really hard? They really were, especially where Jase was concerned. "Mornin', A-Rae." The familiar tone, the familiar nickname announced Jacob as he fell into step with her, book bag slung over one broad shoulder as he assessed her with a bright grin that belied the careful expression in his eyes. He was a morning person - not merely someone who woke up with a minimum of effort and fuss, like Jase, but rather someone who was at their most energetic and cheerful first thing in the day, barely even needing coffee. Ugh. "I was wondering if it'd be okay if I sat with and asked you something over breakfast?" he said, leaning conspiratorially closer as they walked through the halls. "Y'know. About all the... stuff going on. I tried to grill Bannon over it but he said there were unwritten rules about you guys telling each others friends and families." Jacob made a face. "Can't really argue with that, I guess. By the way," The warden's son nudged Autumn playfully. "Your new boyfriend is weird. Not bad weird." he went on hastily, shrugging. "Just weird." Giving her tall, once-and-future friend a sidelong glance, the redhead chewed over that sentiment for a moment as they headed toward the cafeteria. 'Bad' was definitely a subjective kind of thing where Jason Bannon was concerned, because while the potential existed for him to be very, very bad indeed, he was choosing not to act on it; a couple of weeks ago she wouldn't have been able to maintain eye contact with him for more than half a second, and she was pretty sure her parents had some totally reasonable (if, in her opinion, inaccurate) misgivings about the fact that she was dating him. ...Well, in fairness, they probably had misgivings about her dating anyone who wasn't a known quantity, like Jacob. But that ship had sailed, and apparently docked in Tawny Harbor, and that was a good thing, right? That he was happy? Peering up at Jay, Autumn nodded at his assessment. That they both were happy, she amended silently, or at least as much as they could be with all this craziness hanging over their heads. "He is, yeah," she admitted thoughtfully, one corner of her mouth curving upward as the pair of teens wove through the crowd to take their place in line. "Super weird. But interesting, and a lot of fun. He's-" She paused, her clear, sea-colored eyes narrowing speculatively as she glanced up at Jacob again. "Hey, listen," the earnest young woman began, smile fading by degrees. "Is it... Is this weird? Talking about, y'know. New boyfriends and stuff. Does it bother you?" "A little?" he said with a wry tilt to his lips. "And, being honest, a week ago it'd have been worse. But all the weirdness, all the scary stuff... It really made me think about what's important." he went on in his straightforward, honest way. "And it's important that we're friends. We were friends before we sort of fell into dating, and though that ended sorta... messy-" "Yeah." Autumn muttered as she nodded, grabbing a plate from the stack and slipping it onto her tray as she remembered how messy things had gotten. "-yeah... but the point is, you're happy now. And so am I. And really, us being friends again is more important - to me anyway. And it's pretty plain from watching my friend with her new boyfriend that she's pretty damn into him. So I’m not gonna be a dick and pretend like it's not a part of your life, y'know? Even if he is weird." Jacob went on, grabbing a carton of OJ and a plate of eggs and hashbrowns as he followed her in the line. "So you're good with being friends," she stated simply, eyes flicking up to his face again before glancing back at the food on offer. Grabbing a spoonful of fried apples and a waffle, Autumn pursed her lips and added a couple of strips of bacon to her plate. "Oooh, crap. Can you grab me a milk? Thanks," she added, grimacing as Jacob gave a rueful shake of his head and reached back along the line, a bemused server helpfully settling the red and white carton in his grasp. "Thank you!" she called down to the cafeteria worker, giving her an abashed little wave as she forged ahead, feeling the warmth rising in her cheeks as the rest of the line alternately snickered and rolled their eyes. "Thank you," the ruddy-faced redhead murmured more quietly, flashing her companion a quick smile. "No problem," he replied easily. "And, yeah. I'm good with being friends." The handsome athlete paused for a moment, considering something as they cashed out and scanned the cafeteria for an empty seat. "Are you?" Blinking up at her oldest friend, Autumn hesitated for a scant few seconds, astonishment writ plain across her features. "I mean... Yeah? That's been one of the worst parts of-" Gesturing with her free hand as she balanced her tray on the other, the red-haired teen waved in a sort of ill-defined circle, indicating something beyond the scope of words. "You know. This. It was just like, everything happening at once, and we weren't talking, and I guess I kind of missed that." "Window seat." Jacob nodded towards an empty table and the two of them stepped smartly, trying to bag the decent spot before someone else did. "And yeah, same." he went on as they settled in across the table from one another, sliding their trays into place before sitting. "The worst part about it all was that suddenly, my friend wasn't around anymore. And when I saw you with Bannon at the Carousel..." "Oh god..." Autumn went deep red under her dusting of freckles as she recalled exactly how she'd broken the news to Jacob. "Don't remind me!" "No, listen." Jacob waved away her mortification. "It didn't bother me like I thought it should. Like, there was a teeny little phantom pang of jealousy, sure. But mostly I was kinda..." He waved a hand, glancing out the window as he wrestled with the awkwardness. "Glad. Like 'wow, she seems happy, that's awesome'." He glanced back at her, smiling a little. "Which is when I decided that, yeah, I'd see if I could be happy with Tawny. But also... it kinda pushed on me that you've changed some, and I missed it because I was too busy trying to remember when you were who you used to be rather than seeing who you are now." "I'm different?" Autumn blinked, fork halfway to her mouth, considering. Her mom had said something similar, not too long ago. About how she'd changed somehow. "Yeah, you are." Jacob grinned at his friend's confusion. "I dunno if it's the-" he dropped his voice "-Shine, or your new friends, or the things you've had to do. But you're different, A-Rae. It's a good difference, though. I think. Not pod-person, body-snatcher different." "Mmm," she replied as she rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, a mouthful of waffle and butter and spiced apples delaying further discussion of the matter. It was a sober, thoughtful "mmm," a contemplative sound mirrored in the distant expression in her eyes as she likewise gazed out the window and watched the flocks of birds swirling between treetops arrayed across the manicured lawn. She didn't feel any different, but was she? The question reminded her of another conversation she'd had not that long ago, about the way it was easy to miss changes sometimes because you were the one living them moment to moment. Maybe that's what was happening with her. Hell, with everyone, all the time, but especially now. "So." Taking a sip of milk, Autumn dismissed that thought for the consideration of her future self and turned her attention back to the familiar-yet-unfamiliar face of the young man seated across from her. "Change of subject," she announced, spearing another bite of cinnamon-spiced fruit and waffle goodness with her fork. "You said you wanted to talk about the, uh. Local news. Where should I start?" "Well, I kinda know the stories, right? The family folklore about the Enemy, and some of the secret stuff that happened in Shelly before..." Jacob motioned with his fork before taking a shovel-load of bacon and eggs with it. "Sho." he said around the mouthful. "I guess what I want to know first is when: did the stories stop just being stories for you? How'd you get sucked into all this." "Well, about-" Autumn made a show of checking a watch. "-two weeks ago, I walked into a door." "Like the door you were talking about Monday night with our folks? The hell-place door?" "Nope." Autumn smiled despite her flush of embarrassment. "That door over there. I wasn't paying attention and it swung back and caught me in the face, knocked me on my ass." Amidst the snickering, she outlined that first, strange meeting with Jase and Clara, how they'd checked on her, then performed miracles, then told her she was like them. And how, almost before she could check her progress, she'd ended up skipping class to go into the woods, nearly gotten eaten by a monster, and seen even more weird miracles - like Marissa Jauntsen hugging her and saying they should be friends. "That wasn't quite the craziest thing that I saw that day." she finished, swiping a section of waffle through some spiced apple residue on her plate and steadfastly refusing to think - overmuch - about Jason naked and covered in blood and fire. "But it definitely was the capstone on a day of 'what the fuck?'" she grinned self-deprecatingly. "Jesus." Jacob breathed, sipping at his OJ. "So you and the super-friends-" "Fellowship." Autumn corrected, taking a gulp of milk. "Right. You tracked down and fought the Enemy - I overheard that from the living room when you all were talking in the kitchen." Jacob admitted, toying with his drink. "So what I want to know is: What happens now? And is it true you can heal with a touch, or was that my concussion talking? What exactly can you all do?" "So," she began tentatively, balancing her fork on one tine as she twirled it against her empty plate. "I'm not sure about the whole, 'fighting the Enemy,' thing. What I mean is, it might be bigger than just that one part we saw. And so, honestly, I'm not really sure what happens now. Like, there are still some things we need to do, to hopefully deal with it once and for all, but after that...?" Her voice trailed off, one shoulder twitching upward in a helpless shrug. "I wish I knew. Life sort of goes back to normal, I guess. For a given value of 'normal,'" she added, remembering the talk she'd had with her mom. Jacob nodded, chewing a bite of greasy, salty hashbrown as he considered that for a moment. "Makes sense. I guess what 'normal' is does look different after all this." "You are not kidding," his breakfast companion agreed ruefully, her lips curving into a faint grin. "As far as the, uh." Casting a surreptitious glance around, she leaned in slightly, resting her chin on her elbow. "The healing thing, yeah. It's..." She paused, her features scrunching into something like a grimace. "How can I say this? It's easier to take things apart than to put them back together. You were tricky," she admitted softly, studying her childhood friend's features with an odd mixture of feelings both sentimental and clinical, simultaneously assessing his current health and reflecting on how worried she'd been when they'd found him in the woods near Champion's Field. "Lots of swelling, bleeding on the brain. I'm just..." Exhaling sharply, Autumn glanced back down at her plate, shoving grim thoughts firmly aside. "I'm just glad you're okay." "Makes two of us." Jacob replied softly, catching her eye. "Still, it's a hell of a gift you got. Gotta say, I'm a little jealous." he added with a grin. "Not about the fighting monsters and stuff, but, you know... Being super." Autumn snorted at that, rolling her blue eyes expressively. "Puh-lease." She waved away the 'super' comment. "I'm not even sure how I feel about it from day to day. Sometimes it's scary as hell, and sometimes it's really cool." "Only sometimes?" her friend asked, eyebrow raised skeptically. "Okay, mostly more cool than scary, especially lately. I just..." Autumn gestured with her fingers. "I'm not sure what to do about having these… gifts. Not really. How is it going to change everyday life? Is it even going to? That sort of thing." "I suppose so." Jacob mused, rubbing his chin in thought and looking like a younger version of his dad in that moment. "Maybe-" A tray was slid into place next to Autumn's. "Morning." Jase said as he relaxed into the chair beside her, setting a thermos of coffee down between them as he poured syrup on his pancakes. His shaggy hair was damp from the showers after his run, a few beads of water here and there still on his skin as he regarded both his girlfriend and her friend with his usual air of composed faint curiousity on his scarred features. "Morning," Autumn smiled, angling her chair to face both guys a little more comfortably as she nudged her boyfriend's knee companionably with her own. "You're just in time. We were just talking about terrifying super powers and how having them may, or may not, change the world as we know it. We started with mine," she added somewhat distractedly and then trailed off, her attention caught by the dark ends of Jason's hair as they clung to the nape of his neck. He'd just come from a shower... Had he gone running, maybe, and cleaned up after, or just taken his time getting to school? "So we didn't... Um..." Autumn. Hey. Hey! You're staring. Mhmm. She could almost smell his soap, or cologne, or whatever it was past the cloying sweetness of syrups and baked goods, that clean, vaguely herbal scent that made her want to lean over and breathe it in, or maybe just steal one of his shirts or something. Seriously? her inner voice chided her. You. Are. At. School. Oh, for- Jesus fuck, Autumn, could you not- "Autumn?" Blinking as the sound of her name broke through her reverie, she turned to peer blankly at Jacob as his fork struck the tray with a clatter. He dropped his face into his hand with a muffled, "Oh my God. I can't even," choking back an incredulous laugh at the expression on his best friend's face. Another moment passed as the slow realization- accompanied by an inexorable wave of bright crimson flooding her face- finally settled in. "Oh my God," she echoed in a despairing hiss, resolutely not looking up at Jason's face as she very slowly, very deliberately, straightened in her seat. "Oh my God, I'm so- Oh my God. Um." Flailing verbally for some way out of the situation, some escape from the fact that she'd just had her face pressed against Jason Goddamn Bannon's shoulder at the breakfast table- in the cafeteria, of all places!- like some crazy person, and reminded suddenly that people had probably already heard about the way she'd enthusiastically greeted him at the picnic on Monday, Autumn grabbed at the thermos he'd brought as though it were a rope thrown to a shipwreck survivor adrift at sea. "Oh, look. Coffee!" she exclaimed, fumbling with the lid and swearing silently to herself as she poured a cup. "So, guess we know what your super power is, huh?” Jacob asked Jase with a grin, giving Autumn a sly, teasing glance. The crimson-faced redhead glared at him and Jacob felt a short, sharp strike to his shin, hard enough to make him wince a little as Autumn glanced out of the window, sipping her coffee and pretending nothing had happened. "Turning up with coffee." Jase replied with a slow, deadpan nod as he poured himself a cup, then offered the thermos to Jacob. "I'm good, thanks though." the warden's son said, holding his hand up forestallingly. "I want to be able to sit still in first period, which I won't if I'm wired." He explained with a smile. "If there's any left at lunchtime, I'll definitely take you up on it." "If." Autumn agreed pleasantly, turning back from contemplating the panorama outside the window now that her face had cooled somewhat - only to freeze like a deer in delicious jade headlights as Jase leaned towards her this time. If she could have formed a coherent thought, it would likely have been 'If he kisses me here I'm going to end up climbing all over him at the breakfast table.' but all she was capable of was 'Umm...' as the olive toned, scarred face came closer still... and then his lips brushed her freckled cheek and a fresh wave of delighted pink spread from her hairline in sync with her smile. "I'm psychokinetic." Jase explained to Jacob as he straightened up, cutting a forkful of pancakes and taking a mouthful, washed down by coffee as Autumn's friend mulled that over for a moment. "So that's like telekinetic?" "Same thing, pretty much." Jason allowed. "The devil is in the detail of the word. Telekinesis is one of the things I can do - moving things. But my control over kinetic energy goes down pretty far - I can control the motion of molecules - slowing them down or speeding them up." "So that would mean... making things cooler or hotter?" Jacob hazarded, recalling some thermodynamics from Physics last year. Jason nodded. "But how does that work?" The young athlete asked, fascinated. "How do you do it?" "Still working on figuring that out." Jason shrugged, taking another bite of his breakfast, syrup clinging to his lips as he ate. "I have theories, but no way to coherently test them yet. We can all feel the energy - Shine - that we tap into, and some of us can feel it in detail, but there's a ton of 'what if?' and 'don't know' still to clear up." "There's other names for the energy, whatever it is," Autumn added, pouring the last bit of milk from her carton into her coffee. "Dawning Light's what the Blackfeet call it." Jacob nodded; his own trip to the reservation and subsequent talks with his father had given him at least a rudimentary framework, of sorts, to support what he'd been hearing over the last few days, which was more useful now that he had some direct experience. "But, yeah. For me, it's all about dealing with living things, or I guess," she frowned, teeth catching momentarily at her lower lip, "just life in general, and all the processes that go into that. People, animals... plants, even, to a certain extent. Healing is a part of that, but just a part. I'm hoping I can learn more on Saturday when I go in with Mom and Dad, maybe see what else I can do, or find better ways to do it. There's kind of a range of things that go into these... abilities, y'know? It's like how Jase can start a fire, or make a drink cold, or give people airplanes, or-" Inhaling as she caught sight of the pale line etched into her boyfriend's skin again, she gave a wan smile. "Or stop bullets." "Bullets?" Jacob repeated, the deep furrow of a frown creasing his forehead as he put two and two together. "Hang on a minute. You mean-" He gestured toward the scar cresting Jason's cheek, a faded mark he'd assumed was a remnant of their fight with the Enemy. "That?" "Yes." Jason inclined his head slowly, not at all self-conscious of the scar. "We have more mundane enemies. One of their... agents sent some people to kill me yesterday." "Holy shit..." Jacob breathed, his eyes widening as he looked at the scar more carefully. "They shot you in the-" "Side of the head." Jase finished, half-turning his head and lifting the hair a little so the other young man could see. "I can put up forcefields that blunt kinetic energy and disperse it. I was a little slow getting one up because I didn't see the attack coming until almost too late. It slowed the bullet enough for it to merely fracture my skull and glance off rather than drill right through." He let his hair fall back into place and went back to eating. "Fuck." Jacob stated, blinking both at the evidence of the attack and at the matter-of-fact reporting of it, glancing at Autumn. "If it hadn't been for Autumn, I'd likely be dead. And if it hadn't been for Devin, I'd probably have died before Autumn could save me." Jase agreed, his pale eyes examining Jacob. "The world contains more than monsters. There's humans who want to control, or contain us. Failing that, I believe they will try to destroy us." "Sure you don't want any coffee?" Autumn chimed in, offering her friend both a sympathetic smile and her cup as he again declined with a polite shake of his head. "Suit yourself." Taking another sip, she nodded her agreement with Jason as she glanced in his direction, trying to focus on the subject matter at hand, and not to think about the fact that he'd actually kissed her for a change; even if it was only on the cheek, she could almost feel the phantom pressure of his lips against her skin, a faint tingle of memory. Not for real, obviously, but almost. Turning back to Jacob and more pressing (if less appealing) concerns, she pursed her lips, nose crinkling unhappily. "The whole situation is complicated, I guess, and to be honest I'm trying not to think too much about that right now. But it does kind of go with what we were talking about earlier... the 'what next?' stuff. Just having these powers might not change our lives much, but-" Movement over Jay's shoulder caught Autumn's attention and her eyes followed, tracking the distant clatter of empty plates and trays being dropped off as increasing numbers of students pushed back their chairs and filtered out of the cafeteria in small groups. What time was it? she wondered, realizing she hadn't looked at her phone at all yet that morning. Sliding it from her pocket as, catching her air of urgency, Jacob glanced at his watch, the two childhood friends immediately came to the same conclusion: the first bell was about to ring. "Crap," they muttered, almost in unison, and grinned. "Okay," Autumn laughed, simultaneously relieved not to be discussing assassins and hellscapes so early in the day and frustrated that they hadn't been able to finish talking. "We'll talk more later, yeah?" "Yeah," the future FWP administrator agreed, smiling as the trio gathered up plates and bags. "Sounds good." With a quick check of his own phone and a brief wave, Jacob melted into the surging crowd. Jason shoved the last mouthful of his breakfast into his mouth and stood as he washed it down with the last swallow of coffee in his cup. A tap on his arm brought him face to face with Autumn, who smiled up into his eyes as she proffered the other thermos cup lid. "Thanks." the young redhead told her boyfriend, nose crinkling as he nodded, smiling back and screwing the cup into place. "Uh..." Autumn's eyes found the smear of syrup on his lower lip and locked onto it. "You've got a little something..." she murmured, suddenly once more keenly, painfully aware of his nearness as she lifted a hand to indicate the offending condiment. Jase, hands full of book bag and thermos, licked his lower lip in a gesture that sent an electrical shiver down Autumn's spine. "Better?" he asked, glancing around to ensure he hadn't left anything behind as he stepped away from where he'd been sitting. Fuck it. Slender, strong hands gently cupped his jaw, Autumn's fingers playing over his smooth and scarred cheeks as she brought him round and down to face her, her mouth hungrily searching out his. The kiss was brief, her tongue gently playing over his lower lip, sucking gently before she let him go, gazing up at him with a smile. Someone, somewhere else in the cafeteria, wolf-whistled. Jase stared at her for a moment, taking in the pink cheeks, the blue eyes dark with desire, his senses afire with the sudden fierceness of her kiss. "Thanks." he murmured, smiling slightly. "Mmm. No problem." Autumn breathed back, stepping a pace away so as not to be tempted to go further. Later, though, she mentally promised herself. And him. "We'd, uh, better get to Chem." "Right." Jase nodded, shoving his thermos in his bag and falling into step with her as they dropped off their trays and left the cafeteria together.
  10. Jesus fuck, Autumn swore mentally, raking a hand back through the tousled remnants of what had, perhaps an hour ago, been a ponytail. No more meetings. That's it. I'm so fucking over it. Sure, they'd have to get together to make plans for Site B eventually, but as with so many other things, that was a problem for Future Autumn to worry about, because it clearly wasn't happening tonight. Tonight had, unfortunately, more or less lived up to her expectations, and the biggest difference was that Lilly had actually shown up, which... maybe was a positive thing? It was hard to say. The situation was weirdly convenient, yeah- especially since Enterich was apparently involved- but it was at least better than reading about pieces of her being found all across Toole County. That was a grim thought, for sure, and the redhead shivered a little in spite of herself. As chairs slid back from the table and people began casting about for some clue on how to proceed, she glanced down at the Jauntsens: defiant, arrogant, and- to the earnest, straightforward young woman- largely incomprehensible. They'd said themselves they weren't part of the group, and now their mother had reinforced that notion with a parental edict. And maybe they were being influenced by the Dark, and... Nothing. Blinking, Autumn realized she felt nothing at all about their attitude, their insults, or their potential exclusion. And that, more than all the frustration and disappointment, bothered her. It felt weird to just not feel, especially when dealing with people whose mere existence all but demanded some kind of reaction. Then again, maybe it would be weirder if she wasn't completely emotionally exhausted after everything that had happened since the ride to school that morning. Getting to her feet, the red-haired teen stretched as she stood, folding her arms behind her head with a soft huff. "I need to go talk to Annette before we go," she murmured, addressing her parents. "Give me just a minute?" "Sure," Dana agreed quietly, reaching up to smooth the stray curls back from her daughter's face with a faint, wistful smile. "That'll give us time to make sure we have everyone's numbers. Go ahead." "Thanks," the younger Keane girl replied gratefully, leaning over to hug her mom with one arm before heading off around the table in pursuit of the Aeon representative. "'Scuse me, Miss Giles? Hey, have you got a sec?" Annette paused at the open door and turned, smiling a little as her dark eyes met Autumn's sky-blues. "Ms Keane." she acknowledged, her tone friendly enough as she pursed her lips slightly, considering for a heartbeat before nodding. "Yes, I have moment or two. How can I help you?" she asked with polite warmth. Behind Autumn, back at the table, Dana was quietly speaking with Teresa Allen and Ian was likewise murmuring with the Allisters as the meeting started to break up. "Cool. So, listen. Uh, that was a mess." A grimace etched faint lines in Autumn's bronze-flecked forehead and around her eyes as she regarded the older, more sophisticated woman somewhat self-consciously. It was hard to tell if Annette was sincere in her desire to help, or whether she was moving them all around like pawns on a chess board in the way Dale had ascribed to Enterich, or even both simultaneously; knowing she'd potentially had information about the attack on Jase wasn't exactly a mark in her favor. "Sorry about that, and thanks. For setting this up, I mean." Rocking back on her heels, the energetic teen considered all the plans they'd made already that hadn't worked out, and wondered idly whether these would be any different. Taking a deep breath, she glanced back over her shoulder, watching as several of the parents studied the cards Annette had placed on the table and exchanged contact details. The meeting had been a massive disappointment, of course, but it was over, and that was that; no take-backs, no do-overs. Not that she had the mental energy to work out what she'd have done differently right now, anyway. The only thing left to do was look forward, focus on the practical. Everything else could be handled later. Tomorrow, maybe, she allowed cautiously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Anyway, you mentioned you thought I might be able to help with the cats we brought back. Or with the big one, at least. When could we set something like that up?" Annette's smile widened a little as she studied the young woman. "As soon as is convenient for you, I'm certain. Understand, please, that I don't want to get you - or myself - into trouble with your parents. Assuming they agree, you can contact me and come in whenever you are free to do so - giving me a day or so's notice would be best, of course. If one or both of your parents wish to accompany you to observe, that is also fine." "Oh." The girl's wide, expressive eyes widened further at the suggestion. Having her folks come along was a good idea, definitely, and the fact that she hadn't actually considered it beforehand was writ plain across her face. Not only would it help her parents get a better grasp on what she could do, and- more specifically- what she was trying to do, they'd be a lot more chill about the whole situation if they could actually be there with her. Well, she conceded, remembering her father's one-hundred-percent not chill reaction to Jason's powers at the Field. Probably more chill. Maybe. "Yeah, sure. That sounds good. I mean, there are other things I want to ask you, but honestly, I'm kind of over today already and I'm guessing you are, too, so I'll talk to Mom and Dad and see if they're okay with coming out this weekend, and we can deal with it then." Her features scrunched slightly again- not quite a grimace, this time, and not quite a smile. "If that's cool with you." "Perfectly acceptable, Ms Keane." Annette inclined her head, lips quirking warmly. "It's not an exaggeration at all for me to say I shall be looking forward to it." "Same," Autumn replied succinctly, a note of enthusiasm adding color to the otherwise monosyllabic response. Back at the table, the Bannons had gotten to their feet and were sliding their chairs back under the polished conference table. In contrast to Jason's glacial calm, Gar looked like he was ready to chew up barbed wire and spit nails. "I should be giving them a piece of my mind." he muttered under his breath to his son, casting a dark sideways glance at the Jauntsens. "Here and now, it'd be wasted." Jase replied phlegmatically, his own voice an undertone. "Serving only to attract their spite to you, at which point things would simply escalate. Save your energy for those who are worth it." He straightened up slightly as Ian and Dana Keane, done with the other parents, approached. "Hey." Gar said, half-turning to regard the Keanes with a mixture of friendliness and wariness. Neither of Autumn's parents missed the tight expression around the older Bannon's eyes, though he made an effort to relax as he smiled wanly at them. "Heck of a meeting, huh? Lots to process, for sure." "That's one way to put it," Ian agreed dryly, acknowledging the understatement with a faint, crooked grin. "I'm not sure if I need a physics degree to work through what I just heard, or one in psychology." "Maybe both." Arching an auburn brow bemusedly at Gar and then her husband, Dana's expression softened a little as she turned to Jase, once more studying the new-old scar along his cheekbone. "I'm sorry about what happened this morning. I knew you'd been attacked, but I had no idea you'd been-" Exhaling, the pretty veterinarian licked her lips, her mouth going dry at the idea of someone doing to her, or to Ian, what the two marshals had done to Jason. "That you were shot," she added a little more quietly, studying the laconic young man for any sign of distress and, disconcertingly, finding none. "Autumn didn't mention it earlier. I suppose she didn't want me to worry about something that had already been resolved." Her mouth curved in a gentle, slightly rueful smile. "...And I didn't think it was my place to say." Rubbing the back of his neck, Ian had the good grace and presence of mind to look uncomfortable, and rightly so. He'd had ample opportunity to share the gory details over the course of the afternoon, but... how could he? He'd seen what Jason Bannon had looked like lying there by the roadside, and special powers or no, it was hard to reconcile that image burned into his memory with the lanky, composed teenaged boy standing before him now. "Which, in hindsight," he admitted grudgingly as his wife's warm hazel eyes swung sharply in his direction, "might not have been the best call." "It's okay, Ian." Jase said in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone, bright green eyes regarding both adults with that air he had of someone studying, of learning how people were, how they reacted. "I imagine it'd be hard to broach as a topic of discussion at the best of times." "Yeah." Gar nodded, his own voice thickening slightly as he glanced at the still-composed youth. "It's a lot. Cassie Allen's vote of confidence in Jase's resilience is all very well, but..." He didn't finish the thought and, picking up on some indefinable parental harmonic, neither Dana nor Ian needed him to. My child was the silent, uniting unspoken thought between the three. "But anyway, he's here. And alive." Gar said gruffly as he fought back the urge to hug his strange son to him, simply reaching up and patting Jason on the shoulder. "Much to some people's dismay, I am sure." Jason said calmly, something unpleasant glimmering for a second in the depths of his cold eyes. "Don't, boy." Gar shook his head, the hand on Jason's shoulder becoming a firm grasp. "Don't mistake angry, ignorant and scared-stupid people with enemies. Nobody needs that right now, hear?" "If you say so." Jason glanced at his dad, shrugging as his expression settled back into its usual mask of calm contemplation. "And," Dana interjected, her smile warming by degrees as she regarded first the elder Bannon, and then the younger. "There are plenty of people who'd rather see you well and happy than not- one of whom I've raised, so on that basis alone I'd say it's a pretty great group. I... may be biased," she allowed, her tone light and musing as she looked pointedly at the others around the room and then nodded in the direction of the door, where Autumn and Annette were talking. "You're right, though." Shifting back to the more pressing topic, the svelte Shelly native sobered a little. "It really is a lot to process, even with Autumn filling us in about a lot of this. Spaceships, gods, other dimensions..." A quick shake of her head and a brief glance skyward provided a wordless summation of her feelings on the utterly unbelievable revelations of the evening. Maybe Dad wasn't completely wrong, after all, she reflected, considering Owen Kavanagh's odd blend of pragmatism and superstition. "We've been catching up with some of the other parents, just making sure everyone has our contact information, and thought we could exchange phone numbers. You know," she added unnecessarily, her long, slim fingers twining together. "Just in case." Her meaning required no additional explanation- not after all that had happened, and might still in the days to come. "Well, yes," Ian put in, gingerly resting a hand on the small of his wife's back, and although she didn't pull away, neither did she lean into the tentative embrace. "That, too. We were talking earlier, and since we didn't have a chance to get together at the picnic yesterday, Dana and I also thought it might be a good idea for the five of us to meet up for coffee, dinner... That kind of thing. Y'know, since our kids are-" He took a deep breath, his cool blue eyes roving around the room before settling on Jason's impassive features again. "Spending a lot of time together. Obviously, we don't know much about you guys, and I'm guessing the reverse is true." "Sure. That actually sounds like a good idea." Gar nodded as the notion sank in, smiling at both Keanes as he rubbed at the back of his neck, thinking it over. "So when-?" "How about tonight?" Jase suggested straightforwardly, causing all three adults to blink and exchange glances as he went on, unfazed. "It's not exactly late. You could come up to the farm for coffee and a talk - just a getting-to-know-you thing." "Uh..." Gar looked at his son for a moment, then at Ian and Dana. "I dunno... I don't see a problem with it on my side. How about you guys?" "I..." Clearly taken aback, Autumn's father flailed about for a response, blinking in surprise. "No?" He hazarded, glancing down at his wife, who shrugged and smiled, as if to say, 'Why not?' "No, I guess... I guess there's no problem with that. We weren't sure how late this thing was going to run, so the two of us have already eaten. What time were you thinking? We, uh. Don't want to impose." "We've already eaten as well. And it's no imposition." Gar replied with a shrug of his own, smiling at Dana self-deprecatingly. "Being a bachelor household, it's not like we run to a schedule." He glanced at Jason, who whilst appearing mostly calm was examining all three grown-ups expectantly. "And it'd be nice to have company over." he added, returning his gaze to the Keanes and smiling once more. Nodding, Ian Keane checked his watch, momentarily lost in thought. It was still early, even if it was technically a school night, and it wasn't as if Autumn would be out on her own... No. Not anymore, she won't be, he decided. Not until this is all over. "Why don't we follow you guys out, then?" Dana proposed to the Bannons, frowning a little at the expression on her husband's face and nudging his side gently in a silent bid for input. "Hm?" He blinked, his gaze moving from face to face as her suggestion finally penetrated the grim depths of his thoughts. "Oh, right." With an abashed smile, the canny entrepreneur shook his head. "Sorry, I was somewhere else for a second there. I think that's a solid plan, yeah." It took only a few moments more to finalize the arrangements: they'd meet in the medical center parking lot, and the Keane family would trail Jason and Gar out to the farm. After a few brief goodbyes, Ian and Dana escorted their daughter out of the room and into a quieter- ostensibly saner- evening.
  11. "We just went through this literally two hours ago," Autumn muttered under her breath, suddenly unsure if she'd rather laugh or cry at the ridiculousness of it all. Instead of just comforting or even trying to reassure Lilly after hearing what had happened to her and leaving it at that, the twins had to take one more opportunity to do exactly what she'd accused them of... And she was right. At least, the redhead amended silently, about the fact that they were being divisive. The rest sounded like a lot of blind hope and idealism that even the visibly frustrated Girl Scout couldn't co-sign. Maybe they really were being influenced by the Dark. Maybe they'd even made that decision willingly- a possibility she had to consider. Either way, whether they were corrupted, or just regular humans who happened to be terrible people, it was getting harder and harder to actually care, to accept the responsibility of trying to pull them back from that threshold. Was it even her responsibility at all to get them to see that there were better ways to be, or just to offer the choice and let them succeed or fail on their own? Tomorrow, of course, she might feel differently. Tomorrow would be another day they'd survived. Tomorrow, when the lurid vision of Jason's bloodied face and limp body and the frustration of the seemingly endless arguing and hypocrisy were a little further from the forefront of her mind, she might find her patience and empathy somewhat restored. But right now? No. Not so much. Right now she wanted to scream, to rage against the pettiness and dishonesty even as she knew, deep down, that it wouldn't help and it wouldn't change anything. I can't do this. I can't sit here. If I keep listening to this, I'm absolutely one hundred percent going to lose my shit. "Annette, I'm down for helping with the cats," she interjected suddenly, pitching her voice to carry down to the other end of the table as much to distract herself as everyone else. Glancing at Cade, she frowned a little, shaking her head. "I think, if I understand what you can do, you'll be able to help once the implants are removed. I know you couldn't see what they'd done to the big guy, but it's bad, and I don't think it's something that can be fixed while he's awake. If we can undo what they did to him, though, you'd be a huge help getting him at least socialized enough to be safe until he can be sent back, or whatever." Taking a deep breath, Autumn slid her chair back, rising to her feet. "And now I'm gonna step outside for a minute, before I say something everybody will regret. We don't need to get any further off-track." With her face practically aflame, the red-haired vitakinetic circled around the table behind Annette and out the door without so much as looking at anyone else, hands clenched at her sides. It hadn't been enough for them to go after Jason, oh, no, she fumed, the sound of her sneakers a brisk drumbeat as she stalked down the quiet, mostly empty hallway. They'd had to drag Cade into it, who hadn't done anything wrong apart from liking Marissa for some dumb reason, Sarah, who wasn't even there to defend herself, and poor Charlie... who maybe hadn't been her friend, but who had fucking died because he'd somehow slipped through the cracks and none of them had noticed. It was possible the same could've eventually happened to Lilly, she realized- although the timing of her disappearances was a little sus, her emotional explanation of how she'd met Enterich at least seemed genuine. Had Marissa known about that, too? Maybe that's why Devin contacted Lilly... Slamming the heel of her hand against the door to the ladies' room as she pushed her way inside, Autumn stubbornly refused to blink, willing the hot, sharp sting of the tears in her eyes to disperse, and the anguished nausea writhing in her gut to subside. She'd just run her hands under the cold water for a little while, splash some on her face, and go back in. It was fine. It was going to be fine.
  12. "Are you guys done?" Autumn asked bluntly, leaning forward around her mother as she peered down the length of the table at the twins, the freckles on her cheeks almost invisible against the flush of angry red that had been steadily creeping up the sides of her throat for the last few minutes. She had to admit, though, that Marissa had been right about one thing, at least: the fact that this was pointless. The Jauntsens were apparently on their own side, and no one else’s, and that didn’t seem likely to change, especially since they were clearly separating themselves from the others. So why were they even here, unless it was just for this? Just to pose in front of an audience and make royal proclamations, to pass judgement under the guise of being helpful… To stir up trouble. A whisper of unease snaked up the redhead’s spine as a sudden realization sank in. She’d been assuming that the twins were trying to change, to help in their own way; that they were all kind of just stumbling through this together, trying to figure out how to get along and hopefully save the world, or whatever it was they were supposed to do. Maybe they weren’t great at the whole friendship thing, sure, but sometimes it seemed like they were trying. What if that wasn’t true, though? What if that assumption of good intentions was completely and utterly wrong? "Yeah, sure. We're good." Devin’s reply was succinct and to the point, his tone as frosty as the expression on his sister’s perfect features. Autumn couldn’t tell what either of them were thinking, but if recent events were any indication, it probably involved bridges and kerosene. And, if it did… What was she supposed to do about it? After everything that had happened that day, her first instinct was to just hand them a match. Fuck it, right? If they wanted to go, it wasn’t her place to stop them, especially if they were willingly working with this Enterich guy, or someone like him. But then again, if the Dark did have some hold on them, and they weren’t too far gone to be pulled back… God fucking damn it, she sighed inwardly. “Cool,” the expressive young woman affirmed, studying the brick wall that was the Jauntsen family for a moment longer before turning the opposite direction to look at Annette. “So, back to the cats, before Cade jumps on the chance to play Captain America: Jungle Edition. The smilodon wasn’t the only one we rescued. So, just as a reminder, I’m still waiting to hear back from you guys about how they’re doing. As far as the rest goes, what Cassie said is true, as far as I know. I wasn’t involved until…” Her nose scrunched slightly, fingers tapping softly on the tabletop as she counted back over the madness of recent days. “It was Friday, right after school started. And, yeah, what happened at the trailer was-” Autumn hesitated, searching for a word that sufficiently conveyed the nightmare quality of that landscape, the sounds they’d heard, the strange burnt-sugar smell of the air and the unsettling mirror-ness of the place. “Terrifying,” she settled on finally, quietly, with an unconscious glance up at her mother beside her. “But that was us being flipped over to that side, or that world, or whatever, and what happened here was kind of the opposite of that. The Dark didn’t pull us through, it pushed through from the other side into this one somehow.” “Through the Door you talked about? The one you said you needed to close?” Dana asked thoughtfully, sharing a look with her husband as she remembered how Autumn had described the barrier between worlds during the ruined Labor Day celebration. “Maybe. Honestly, I don’t know how all that works yet,” the younger Keane admitted, chewing for a moment on her lower lip. Jason had explained- sans crayons- some of the rudiments of quantum theory when they’d gone camping, but she had a long way to go before she could wrap her mind around subquantum or interdimensional anything, much less how their abilities worked in any kind of academic sense. It wasn’t magic, obviously, but there was a line she couldn’t immediately attribute that said something about any sufficiently advanced tech being basically indistinguishable from it. “And we still need to, yeah,” she agreed, even as her parents exchanged another look. Ian Keane leaned back in his chair, cool blue eyes roving over the faces assembled around the table, taking in the mixed reactions to not only what Cassandra had said, but the Jauntsen Twins and the sheriff, as well. It was ridiculous, almost laughably unbelievable, but he'd witnessed the proof himself, hadn't he? It was too much to hope for a mass delusion now, especially after seeing the state Autumn and Jason had been in when they'd come back the night before. His gaze lingered for a moment on the lean, composed figure of his daughter’s new boyfriend, and then at the flushed, uncharacteristically pensive features of Autumn herself. “Well,” he drawled, “that’s certainly a lot to digest. Personal issues aside,” the keen-eyed entrepreneur continued, giving Jason another long, measuring look before eyeing the Sheriff, Captain Williams, and Lt. Col. Pryor, “I’m not exactly thrilled that the authorities kept us in the dark while our kids were in danger. What if my daughter hadn’t made it back from this prison break, hm? What if your son hadn’t, Sheriff? Because, frankly, the fact that we’re only now learning about this- after one of the kids was killed in his own home by some monster-“ His voice trembled with the effort required to keep it steady as he swallowed the rest of the sentence, and his hands, clasped on top of the table, were white-knuckled with restrained emotion. “So when the hell were any of you planning on telling us? Or were you just leaving that to our kids to handle, as well?”
  13. “Is there anything else you want to tell us?” Ian asked soberly, glancing up as the soft, rhythmic sound of bare feet descending the stairway stopped at the sound of his voice. Dana, likewise, looked up from her plate of half-finished spaghetti expectantly. It had been nearly an hour since Jason had brought their daughter home, almost half of which she’d spent in the shower after reminding them about the meeting at the medical center and chasing the dogs around the yard to burn off some nervous energy. “Go Take A Hike!” the pink-cheeked girl’s bright blue t-shirt cheerfully suggested, and knowing more or less which families were meant to be in attendance, the older redhead wondered idly if the choice of attire was deliberate. Autumn paused at the foot of the stairs, her towel and still-damp hair draped over her shoulders, one hand reaching automatically downward to rub the top of Zephyr’s head as the golden-furred Shepherd mix padded over to greet her. It was a loaded question, of course. What her father really meant, she knew from experience, was: “Is there anything you’d like to confess now, before we hear it from someone else?” She’d already told them some things, sure- not about what happened with the Marshal-Formerly-Known-As-Dale, obviously, or the whole Coyote/Man in Black thing, or the fact that her boyfriend was apparently, maybe, an interdimensional alien, or about the Crossroads prison conspiracy- but the immediate stuff. Things they’d actually needed to know. Priorities. And since no one had ever bothered discussing anything specific that they didn’t want discussed, Autumn had a feeling it was going to get pretty tense. “The short answer,” she replied after a moment’s uncertainty, visibly uncomfortable at the quiet scrutiny of her parents from the adjoining room, “is ‘yes.’ Probably,” she amended quickly. “But, honestly, that’s why we’re going to this thing in the first place. So much has happened in the last week or so, I couldn’t cover everything if I wanted to. There’s stuff I don’t remember, or didn’t think was really important, or wouldn’t be able to tell you without getting into a whole other conversation just to explain how we even got to that point. Plus, some of it happened before I even got involved. And… some of it’s not my business to tell you anyway,” the earnest teen hedged, acknowledging the promise she’d made to them at the Carousel. “So this way you get to hear all that kind of firsthand: who everyone is, what’s been going on. Just…” Smiling slightly at the feeling of a cool, wet nose pressed against her palm, Autumn focused for a moment on the dog at her feet, kneeling down to rub a happily squirming Zee’s neck and shoulders vigorously with both hands. “Just try to keep in mind that, um.” That all of this is crazy, and so are most of the people involved? “Some of it’s gonna be a lot to deal with, and I’m not really sure how much everyone else has told their families, you know? So… expect chaos.” “Fantastic,” her father sighed, shaking his head as he tore off another bite of garlic bread and Dana poured herself another half-glass of wine. A little later... “…I’m just saying, we don’t really know what kind of people these-“ There was a moment’s pause as their escorts stepped away and Ian stopped in the doorway of the conference room, blue eyes quickly taking in the measure of the room’s occupants. “Oh.” The conversation he’d been having with his wife ended abruptly on that awkward, monosyllabic exhalation as he realized that some of the people he was referring to were already present. “Evening,” the entrepreneur added after taking a heartbeat to recover, smiling affably and continuing through the door as Dana and Autumn followed him in. “Ah, you must be-“ “Annette Giles,” the poised Aeon representative replied, rising smoothly from her seat as the Keanes approached and the traditional handshakes and parental courtesies were observed. “Of course, of course,” Ian nodded, still smiling. “Autumn’s told us…” The smile turned wry as he glanced over at his daughter, the dry sarcasm of his tone unmistakable. “So much about you. And this is my wife, Dana, and this-“ “Dad,” the younger redhead murmured in bemused exasperation, nudging her father with her elbow. “She knows who I am.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Giles,” the elder Keane woman interjected with a smile, clasping Annette’s hand warmly in her own as Autumn and Ian exchanged a quick flurry of playful nudges and hushed exhortations to quit playing around. “The pleasure is mine.” Her reply seemed genuine enough, as far as Ian could tell, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on the faint accent that marked it. “Please, make yourselves comfortable while we wait for the others.” Ian nodded, turning back to the few other folks arrayed around the table, glancing from the Allisters to the two men sitting with their backs to the door, and then the well-dressed foursome at the far end of the room from Annette Giles. Were there really enough kids involved to require that many empty chairs? he wondered, approaching the older man seated nearby. “Hi, I’m-“ He stood there for half a second, hand extended as he caught sight of the lanky, slouching figure he’d somehow missed before, and realization dawned. “He’s my dad,” Autumn supplied helpfully as she ducked around his arm, smiling at Gar and, beyond him, at the remote youth sitting next to him. “Ian. And this,” she indicated the taller, svelte redhead who likewise offered the Bannons a smile, “is my older sister. Ow!” She complained, grinning even as she rubbed the spot on her side where Dana had pinched her. “My mom. Dana. Mom, Dad, this is Jase’s dad, Gar Bannon.” "Nice to meet you at last." Gar had risen from his seat a trifle awkwardly, as though he hadn't expected the courtesies, but his smile was genuine as he took Ian's hand in a firm clasp and shake. The differences in manner were noticeable between his nervous warmth and his son's composed, though equally genuine faint smile-and-nod of greeting to the Keane clan. "Likewise." Autumn's father said by way of introduction as he returned the handshake. He'd heard around town that Gar was a drunken bum and a bit of a nut, but the hazel eyes were clear and alert, the face was shaved and hair was combed, and he was dressed in standard Montana-casual of plaid shirt and jeans rather than the 'prepper chic' of Army surplus clothing Ian had been half-expecting. Beyond him, Jase unwound from the chair he'd been inhabiting and stood. Ian looked at him. "Good to see you're okay, Jase." he remarked, a heartfelt enough statement. Sure, the kid was odd, unnerving and, worse, was dating his little girl, but Ian didn't actually wish him ill. Dana moved forward and shook Gar's hand, still smiling, as Ian stepped back. "Autumn's told us a little about you." she confided. "Thank you for making her welcome at your place." "She's a real pleasure to have around." Gar replied, his smile widening a little as he winked at the younger redhead, who smiled widely through her faint blush. Dana cast an amused doubtful glance at both of them, but said nothing as she stepped a little past Gar and gave Jase a quick hug. "I'm glad you're okay too." she told the lean young man, studying the scar that ran from over his ear down his cheek. It looked months old - Autumn's 'gift' at work undoubtedly - but was still noticeable against the bronze-olive tan of his face. "Thanks." Jason replied, giving her a slight smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little, as Dana stepped back. His pale jade gaze found Autumn, the smile still lingering in his eyes. "Hey." he said to her softly. “Hey,” the freckled vitakinetic replied quietly, the faint rose in her cheeks deepening by degrees, and it was only the light pressure of her father’s hand on her shoulder that reminded her where she was. Tearing her attention away from the frosty green eyes that threatened to swallow her where she stood, Autumn nodded politely at the Jauntsens, her enthusiasm dimming slightly as the older Keanes likewise offered the somewhat infamous family a cordial- if distant- smile and wave of greeting. Carl and Misti reciprocated with the faux-friendliness of experienced socialites; if Autumn hadn't seen their behavior at the hospital first-hand, she realized, she probably wouldn't have known they weren't sincere. Gently, but inexorably, her parents steered her back towards Annette, pausing for a moment to once again observe the obligatory semi-formal ritual of greeting with the Allisters. Ducking away from the guiding paternal hand, Autumn continued around the table a little further before taking the seat directly opposite Jase and settled in, waiting for her less-impatient family to catch up. They were still missing the Cassidys, Allens, and... Barrases? Was that right? Slipping her cell phone from her pocket she frowned a little, scrolling through her contacts as her toes skimmed the floor. “Really?” Ian murmured a trifle archly as he sat next to his daughter, earning a bemused smile and shrug from Dana as she took the chair to Autumn’s left. “Really,” the youngest of the Keane trio confirmed, switching her phone to vibrate and placing it face-down on the table.
  14. Pointing out that Jase not really being capable of caring had more to do with biology than courtesy- or reminding Marissa that the "other priorities" she'd mentioned basically consisted of everyone trying not to go crazy or get murdered- wasn't going to get her anywhere, Autumn conceded with an inward sigh. And since Marissa seemed more than capable of shifting a given conversation to her benefit, even a simple, straightforward statement about any of the topics she'd raised could be twisted and transformed in the beautiful socialite's flawlessly-manicured hands as she moulded truth and fiction like a sculptor with so much clay. It didn't help that no matter how much she claimed to not want to talk about him, Shelly High's teen queen kept adeptly turning the subject back to Jason Bannon, almost as if she were daring the redhead to contradict her, or to bring him up herself. Is she? Autumn wondered, copper brows arrowing together briefly in a frown. Marissa could be low-key trying to pick a fight, or to restart the conversation/argument from the training session, or to figure out whether Autumn was going to completely bail on her. Or... none of those things. Or all of them. "If you're going for Lana, try putting your hair up, maybe? The way you just had it. Draws attention to your eyes, I think," she noted as Marissa tested out various hairstyles in the mirror, having averted her eyes politely as she'd finished changing clothes. Even if neither of them was embarrassed, it still felt weird to just watch. It would've been easy to hate the girl for her wealth, her beauty, the sheer enormity of her presence; it was easier to hate her for her personality, though, her best friend acknowledged with a mixture of guilt and resentment. In moments like this, when Marissa was being honest, that seemed unfair. Maybe she really did consider Autumn her only friend. And that just made it harder to tell if the girl she'd seen behind the mask at that sleepover was the real Mari, or if the selfish, self-centered Mantis was. But after the attack that morning, Cassie's revelations, Dale's recovery, and this absolute shitshow of a "meeting," it was kind of hard to find the energy to care. Even being angry had mostly subsided into impotent frustration, and obviously, Marissa felt more or less the same way. Or didn't feel. Or whatever. Hell, maybe they were all... not coping. Maybe that was okay. Or, maybe it was better to just keep moving forward, even if it meant some things got left behind. "And, yeah," she agreed finally, half-consciously reaching for the drawstring of her hoodie before she caught herself and sighed; that was gonna be hard to get used to. "Yeah, I'll text you. I was thinking of doing a thing this weekend, like a camping trip for everybody, but..." With a rueful half-smile tugging at one corner of her mouth, the restless red-haired girl shrugged again. "I guess we'll see. Anyway." She glanced toward the window, through which the late afternoon sunlight filtered in a hazy golden glow. "You need to get ready, and my ride's waiting, so... See you at the next catastrophe." The crooked smile faded, replaced with a slightly more genuine, if taut one, as Autumn gave a quick wave and headed back downstairs.
  15. "No." Autumn's shoulders twitched upward in a shrug, the pitch of her voice rising in similarly fleeting fashion on the monosyllabic refusal. "If you want her to have them, and she wants to wear them, cool, but that's between you two. I'm not playing delivery girl so you guys can avoid each other. I asked for help with the whole walking-in-heels thing, and I'm still down for that after I've had a chance to process. But sis," she added, deliberately emphasizing a word she rarely had occasion to use. "I seriously I don't have it in me to talk about Homecoming and why people are pissed at each other today. I don't." She shook her head, the heavy ponytail of tenuously-bound copper curls swaying vigorously behind her. "Maybe that's how you cope, but I can't just ignore what happened and pretend I'm okay with it. There's clearly stuff you're not okay with, either, and that's fine. We can deal with it like normal people: smoke out, talk shit, figure it the fuck out. Eat too much pizza and too much ice cream. Cry. Whatever." With a soft huff of frustration, the energetic redhead interlaced her fingers atop her hair for a moment, then let her arms fall again. "You already know I'm not good at this. So. As your friend... even if we don't like each other... that's my suggestion. No group discussion, no audience, no referee. You talk, I talk, we get fucked up and your brother tells everybody we're having some weird underwear pillow fight thing. You down?"
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