Hullo, everyone! Happy Monday, the first one of 2016! A very happy, wonderful post today, so I’ll let you get to it! 😉 Enjoy, friends, and if you’re new, check out the first part here.
Two people? Fighting? In my sister’s head? Jen leans forward, looking very interested, and places her hand on Brooklyn’s arm. I get the weird feeling that she’s looking at something, but not something visible. If that makes any sense at all.
Jen pulls away and heads over to her desk. She begins typing away on her computer. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I just looked at Brooklyn’s memories of what happened. Apparently two telepaths were fighting in her brain. That’s what made Brooklyn scream, and why she’s in so much pain. She was, essentially, their mental battlefield. One of them had almost a physical presence in Brooklyn’s brain and left enough of an image, however vague, that I could probably recognize—” She growls, glaring at her computer. “If only I could hack into the CIA database. Where’s Com when I need him?”
“Too bad Denver’s not here,” I half-joke. I’m so relieved that Brooklyn doesn’t have amnesia, but I feel a growing anger at whoever did this to her.
Jen sighs. “Blaze, can you get Volt? We need her hacking skills.” Blaze gives her a short nod and then disappears.
“How are you feeling?” I ask Brooklyn.
She gives me a half-hearted smile. “You remember when you dared me to climb the neighbor’s tree and I fell and had to get half a dozen stitches?” I nod, grimacing. I cried after that for ages because it was my fault, even though Brooklyn didn’t blame me. “It’s about ten times worse than that,” she finishes. I wince.
Jen comes over to us. “What about your telepathic connection?” she asks.
I completely forgot about that! I feel for it in my head and slump in relief when I realize that our connection is back.
“That’s right,” Brooklyn says, remembering. “When I felt someone in my head, I broke off the connection as best I could. I remembered how Jen got to me through you, and I didn’t want us both to end up with amnesia.”
Jen nods. “Good thinking. It’s a good thing the connection wasn’t lost forever.”
Brooklyn’s face pales at the thought. We keep the connection a secret and try to use it as little as possible, but it’s still our special connection. It would be terrible for us to lose it. “I think your connection must be pretty strong if it can withstand being disconnected like you did,” Jen says. She heads back over to her desk.
Suddenly, Blaze appears, alone. “She’s in the middle of something really important. What do I tell her?”
Jen groans. “Tell her she gets to hack into the CIA’s system. She won’t be able to pass that up.”
Blaze grins. “Of course.” He disappears, and Jen glares at the computer again.
Maddie scoots over next to Brooklyn, who smiles as soon as she spots the little girl. “Do you need anything?” Maddie asks, her voice soft.
Brooklyn shakes her head. “Were you having fun with J – Data?”
Maddie nods. “She already taught me a lot. And she’s going to get someone named Push to help me work on my powers.”
Push. Appropriate, I guess, if the person has telekinesis-whatever like Maddie does. I really need to check and see if that’s actually what it’s called.
“What’s taking so long?” Jen growls impatiently. “This is import… Ah, there you are! Finally!”
I turn around, curious about the person who earned the code name Volt. My jaw drops. Same height, same awkward expression, same purple hair…
Volt is none other than Denver’s genius girlfriend, Ezra.