Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2003 2:01 pm
Fantastic post, FallenMagic! I’m going to assume that Kyle saw nothing of the handprint, then, since you didn’t mention it, Luvya. Destinysucks,, your post had me laughing. Max is “a lot younger than,” Serena? She might say that, but since she wasn’t hatched until Max and Isabel were six, I’d say she’s a lot younger than him. lol.
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*MICHAEL*
Maria is there, trying to keep things calm. Imagine that. The Queen of Wacky is suddenly the voice of reason. Obviously the world has turned upside down. Or maybe it’s just her soft fingers on my face that’s making it seem that way. I want to hold her close, my arms around her. I feel like that would make things better, somehow.
"First let's talk to Liz, okay?” Maria says. “Then we'll see if she's ready to talk to Max. You know, she might just have to tell him."
“There has to be another way.” I tell her. My mind is in a whirl. We can’t tell him. I mean, yeah, we told Maria, but she was already our friend. We knew we could trust her. We don’t know Max that well. But what possible story could we come up with that Max would believe? He’s a scientist. He’s not going to believe in magic, or divine intervention. Mutant powers? Oh hell. If only we could get into his mind and make him forget the whole thing.
Dad comes into the kitchen as Liz walks down the stairs, pulling out her order pad. “Where were you?” He asks.
“Later, dad. Gotta work,” she says, breezing out into the dining room.
“Oh, me too,” Maria says, suddenly as he turns in our direction. Then she’s out there, leaving me alone with my burgers, fried chicken and onion rings. This shift can’t end soon enough to suit me. I drag myself through the rest of the hour, mechanically getting the food out.
I think about that day, only seven months ago when I saved Maria’s life. I remember the things I saw that day, as I connected with her body to start the healing. The quirky fun things. The small glimpses of her secret fears and happier memories. I wonder if Liz saw those things in Max, too. Would it be enough for her to know if he could be trusted?
The third time she comes back with orders, I’m free enough to pull her aside. “Liz, when you touched Max, did you get … flashes?” I ask in a whisper.
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*MAX*
“You ready?” Kyle asks, and I feel a great relief. He didn’t see it. Thank goodness. I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure I don’t want anyone to see this weird silver handprint on my chest. At least not yet. Not until I get some sort of explanation from Liz.
“Yeah,” I say. “Sorry I took so long.”
“What’s Tom doing here at your house?” asks Kyle.
“Tom?” I echo his question. “I didn’t know he was here.” I thought both my sisters were at Tess’ house. Did they come here, instead?
“Well, he is.”
“I guess we could ask,” I say, heading downstairs. I’m glad we have something new to wonder about. It might not be as exciting as getting shot – correction – getting a bottle of ketchup spilled on me when someone fired a gun at the Crashdown, but maybe I can get Kyle thinking about that instead.
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*MICHAEL*
Maria is there, trying to keep things calm. Imagine that. The Queen of Wacky is suddenly the voice of reason. Obviously the world has turned upside down. Or maybe it’s just her soft fingers on my face that’s making it seem that way. I want to hold her close, my arms around her. I feel like that would make things better, somehow.
"First let's talk to Liz, okay?” Maria says. “Then we'll see if she's ready to talk to Max. You know, she might just have to tell him."
“There has to be another way.” I tell her. My mind is in a whirl. We can’t tell him. I mean, yeah, we told Maria, but she was already our friend. We knew we could trust her. We don’t know Max that well. But what possible story could we come up with that Max would believe? He’s a scientist. He’s not going to believe in magic, or divine intervention. Mutant powers? Oh hell. If only we could get into his mind and make him forget the whole thing.
Dad comes into the kitchen as Liz walks down the stairs, pulling out her order pad. “Where were you?” He asks.
“Later, dad. Gotta work,” she says, breezing out into the dining room.
“Oh, me too,” Maria says, suddenly as he turns in our direction. Then she’s out there, leaving me alone with my burgers, fried chicken and onion rings. This shift can’t end soon enough to suit me. I drag myself through the rest of the hour, mechanically getting the food out.
I think about that day, only seven months ago when I saved Maria’s life. I remember the things I saw that day, as I connected with her body to start the healing. The quirky fun things. The small glimpses of her secret fears and happier memories. I wonder if Liz saw those things in Max, too. Would it be enough for her to know if he could be trusted?
The third time she comes back with orders, I’m free enough to pull her aside. “Liz, when you touched Max, did you get … flashes?” I ask in a whisper.
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*MAX*
“You ready?” Kyle asks, and I feel a great relief. He didn’t see it. Thank goodness. I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure I don’t want anyone to see this weird silver handprint on my chest. At least not yet. Not until I get some sort of explanation from Liz.
“Yeah,” I say. “Sorry I took so long.”
“What’s Tom doing here at your house?” asks Kyle.
“Tom?” I echo his question. “I didn’t know he was here.” I thought both my sisters were at Tess’ house. Did they come here, instead?
“Well, he is.”
“I guess we could ask,” I say, heading downstairs. I’m glad we have something new to wonder about. It might not be as exciting as getting shot – correction – getting a bottle of ketchup spilled on me when someone fired a gun at the Crashdown, but maybe I can get Kyle thinking about that instead.
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