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The chirps of the crisp morning crackling brought in a new sensation. New York wasn't meant for such serenity. It was so out of place even the room didn't agree with the atmosphere.594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdIM15agaMN
Warren and Amelia lay in each others arms the entire night. Amelia was sound asleep almost to the point of comatose. Her breathing was calm and steady. Warren managed what little sleep he could. Cradling Amelia gently as she clung to his body, he was first to remain mostly awake. He was on watch, the instinct he had to protect her growing stronger by the moments. He knew it was only a matter of time until she woke and the myriad of inquisitions would start. He was dreading the inevitable.594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlxZ2gGG5yy
Amelia moaned slightly, her body moving in position. She groaned a little and took a soft breath, her body rising in his arms. Her eyes squeezed tight, signs of life coming to her slowly. She opened her eyes calmly. She moved a little, her head wrestled with a soft shooting pain suddenly, she couldn't hear, now she could. Her senses returning in bundles. She groaned as she turned over, her eyes closing and opening again. They began to focus. Her breathing steady, smooth. Her palm coming in contact with something warm and solid. She must be dreaming still.
She closed her eyes then opened them again. She yelped and shoved Warren's body with an invisible force against the wall, indenting the corner with deep cracks. Her hands in front of her, straying. Her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. She stared hard at her hands and barely noticed Warren standing up, his wings tucking back on his way up.
"What just happened?" Amelia exclaimed. She felt much crazier than she sounded.
Warren cleared his throat. He shook his head. It was clear she had his strength matched. He rubbed his face as he slowly approached the bed. Amelia appeared to be still in a hard trance. She wasn't sure what was going on and her body started to shiver. She'd never felt so powerful before. There was a surge of crazy strength seeping through her veins. Her blood was pumping extra harder now that all her senses have returned.
She was thinking so hard she didn't notice Warren slipping closer to her. She felt his heat, his blood. She could feel his feelings, nearly hear his thoughts. Strange voices coming out of nowhere.
"Why do I feel you?" Amelia asked, finally looking at him.
Warren's heart was racing and he knew she could not only feel it but he could feel hers racing even more. The blood rushing throughout her body, it was scared him.
"I don't know. I think, maybe you should calm down though. Until you learn how to control it better." He said gently.
Warren knelt down, looking at her. Her face was unreadable. "What if I can't control it? Oh my gosh, Warren, what if I hurt someone? I never felt this energy before. It's too powerful. Oh my god, what did I just do to you?"
He took both her hands, stiff and rigid in the attempt. She eventually eased, "I can help you, and I've dealt with this all my life. Trust me, I will help you."
"Where did I get it?" She narrowed her eyes on him. He looked nervous suddenly.
Warren swallowed hard. He knew this was going to surface. He placed both hands on hers. "I should tell you something…"
Amelia began to cry, the worst thoughts formed in her mind. She grew afraid. Who is she? What is she? Why isn't he talking? "Warren, just tell me. I have to know. What happened that night?"
Warren suddenly couldn't see, he was blinking but his vision was blurry. He looked down; he knew he had to tell her. The look she gave him was breaking his heart, roughly. He hated it. He couldn't keep it in anymore. She had to know…
"You're a part of me now. Least, least I think so."
Amelia's mouth went dry as a cotton ball. She stilled. "What?" She wasn't sure if any sound actually came out.
Warren licked his lips, shut his eyes; his hold over her hands grew tighter. He never wanted to let her go. "Your blood was…you were basically dead before I could bring you to the hospital." He took a deep breath, "My blood has a healing ability, an antibody serum when mixed with the right blood type will heal the sick and injured, even deceased. When I mixed my blood with yours I felt your pulse, I mixed in more and I felt a heartbeat. But something happened. I think you temporarily absorbed my abilities. The doc is…trying to fix this."
Amelia hung her head to the side and squeezed his hand.
"Ahh." He said, slightly pulling away.
She looked down and panicked. She barely put much effort into it.
Her skin shivered, "What's happening to me? What am I?"
Amelia was shaking now, her strength fading by the seconds. She felt it pick up again. A look of worry spread across her features. Warren moved to the bed, sitting next to her. Amelia fell, leaning against his chest. She felt power, so much power she was about to implode internally. Being near him relaxed her. She calmed down slowly. She closed her eyes so tight she was sure her eye balls were fighting to protrude from their sockets.
"I can feel it. This amazing power flowing through me… Feels like I was just reborn. What does it mean? What am I in your head? Why are you in mine?" She whispered against his body. She could feel his heart beat sing a strangled melody.
"We need to find out more about your blood. I promise you, I won't let you go through this alone." She nestled more comfortably against his chest; he felt her get more relaxed then the tight, needy hold she had on him before. Which in turn, made him relax.
They were silent for a few moments as they held each other. Amelia was wondering "why" for a lot of things. Why did he save her if she was already dead? She could still feel the glass piercing her skin like a hot knife cutting through cold butter.
"Because I had to, try." Warren said, clearing his throat, it shook her, making her turn to look at him.
He gazed gently into her eyes, "I just had to. I didn't know you but I needed you with me. I felt I needed to protect you. I saw your scars and it was too much, I had to take a gamble. I held your body; you were already growing cold when I found you. I prayed your blood would be the right one."
"You should have left me there. I was already dead." She said bleakly.
"Please don't talk like that. I only wish I would have gotten there before you did anything."
"Warren, I still feel dead. There's life in me but it's not mine. It's yours." Her eyes looked deeply into his, boring a bright blue shade.
"It's ours. It's shared, but it's still your soul. I gave you a heartbeat but it was your blood that brought you back to life."
Amelia shook her head. None of this was making sense to her. She hated it. She hated not knowing why she didn't just die in peace.
"So what do we do now? I can't go outside like this. I may hurt someone or worse, kill them." She whispered the last words with remorse.
Warren pondered this for a moment. She was right; she couldn't exactly live a normal life anymore. Not that it was easier before with her main abilities. Now that she held his abilities and couldn't control them, she needed to stay put until Moira comes up with some answers. He had to watch her closely.
"Like I said, I will help you in whatever you need. Having to live with my abilities isn't the easiest thing to do, but it's all I know. It's unfortunate it happened this way but I promise you, we'll find a way to deal with it. I don't know the extent of your DNA coding. I think there may be a gift of absorption through plasma binding. Either way, I won't leave your side."
Amelia took in a shaky deep breath; it hurt because she was holding in all of her air when he talked. Her mutant abilities ran deeper than she thought. "Well, now you don't have to show me what it feels to fly."
Warren smirked, his arms coming around her frame, holding her firmly, like she belonged there. "I don't want you to feel alone in this. I mean it. I've had to deal with hiding who I was with everyone I knew. It's a scary world. It's not the end. It's just—"
"What if things get too hard? What if I start to lose myself in all this? My iris prism was hard enough to live with. I had to wear sunglasses everyday, and that wasn't the worst of it. I would have nightmares about what the world would do if they found out. Don't you worry about that Warren?"
Warren moaned, kissing the top of her head. He pulled away and laid his body on his side of the bed, his wings tucked to the sides. He motioned for her to come next to him; he was beginning to feel slightly cold without her near. She crawled next to him, leaning on his answer.
He sighed, the fatigue he was suddenly feeling straining his thoughts as he spoke. It was now creeping up with him but he forced himself to stay awake.
"I worry about a lot of things. A few people close to me know my secret and I trust them. I have to. They take care of me, and I need it. My father could care less what I do with my life, as long as I don't walk around freely like this. For the most part he'd protect me if they wanted to try anything. I do get scared. All the time."
"But this doesn't scare you, why? I'm just a stranger. How do you know I won't hurt you?" She locked eyes with him.
"You won't will you?" The corners of his mouth curving.
"Warren, come on. This is pretty dangerous, keeping someone you don't know in your home. We don't even know what I'm capable of. How much of your strength I actually…absorbed." It was foreign to say the word out loud.
"I have to say it is pretty damaging to my ego that someone else may be stronger than me. Other than that, I don't think there is anything you can throw at me that I can't handle."
Amelia laughed softly. "I'm not proud of this you know? I could give it back if I could. I don't know where it's coming from but, I have a lot of self-control. I can't believe I can really fly. My heart feels like it wants to soar 20,000ft in the air. My body feels light. I feel stronger by the minute."
Warren looked at her for a long moment. He'd never seen a mutant to this degree. He didn't know what he was getting himself into, truth be told. He couldn't let her know that. He had to reassure her things will be fine. Inside he was a scared man. The look she gave him was not making him feeling this way any easier. Warren held her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.
"I can handle it." He whispered, he meant it but there was a twinge of fear that attached itself to those words.
"You're a trusting person. I don't trust anyone. How do you do it so easily?"
"Because—I don't know, it's hard for me too. It's not the easiest thing but, my life is crazy hectic anyway."
"And I just added to all the crazy." Amelia blushed, looking down. She was serious, if he was serious about helping her, it would be a burden for him to deal with.
Warren smirked, his eyes sparkled, "Won't be boring. Like I said, don't worry about me so much."
"But, what about your life? I mean, what about your plans? I mean—I don't have anything to give you, no money…"
Warren's brow furrowed. She didn't know who he was. She didn't know of the last name. This was a first. He wasn't used to people not assuming he came from money.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. His hands came to her face, caressing her cheeks. "I will take care of you. Money isn't a problem. You need help and I am here for you. Everyday. For as long as you need me."
Amelia shook her head, closing her eyes, tears falling down instantly. "It can't be that easy. How do you do that? Warren, I can't do this to you. I have nothing to give back to you."
She tried to get up but he caught her. "It's not about me getting something from you. I know that you need me. I will help you. You can't do this alone Amelia. I won't let you."
Amelia pulled back even stronger; she sure was a match for his strength. She may just as well shove him against the wall again. But she couldn't hurt him. She restrained herself.
"But it's not an obligation. I just can't. I can't put you through this. It's too much to bare." She tugged her body from his hold but it was no use, he had her cornered. Locked. Trapped.
"Amelia stop this. You're a part of me. I can't ignore that. I can feel your heart." He leaned his head against her chest. "Your good heart. I can't—can't live without this. Please don't push me away. I will only pull you harder, even if your strength overpowers me."
Amelia took back her grip; she wasn't going to slip so easily. "You don't know what you're actually pulling. I could hurt you, you don't want this. You deserve happiness. I can't let you put yourself through my mess."
"I know what I'm doing." He whispered. His hold on her tightened as he felt her get an even stronger grip. He could felt her breathing, it was weakening. He didn't want to do this but it needed to be done.
Amelia pushed back. She knew she might hurt him even a little but he was making it so difficult for her to break free. Why won't he see what this could do this him? "I can't struggle against you anymore. Please let me go."
"Don't fight me. I'm all you got. You have to believe me. I am not scared of you." He said, leaning his entire body weight on her in-case she moves to slip away again.
"Warren…" Amelia panted. She looked in his eyes. Beautiful azure and sky sparkles shining back at her. Nothing but heaven. "You should be, I am."
Warren collapsed against her body. He gave out and hugged her body close. So close she was sure her circulation was beginning to dissipate. "I can protect you. Don't be afraid. I could never hurt you. Never…never. I'll kill myself first."
Amelia broke down, her arms eased. They were connected, much more than she thought. In every way now. "Don't talk like that. I'm no one. I was no one when I was born. I am still a no one."
His hands on her body loosened only slightly. His body encasing hers, he was so scared she would leave. Gone would be a piece of him. He didn't know why but he felt that way. "You're everything." He pulled away, his blond hair falling on her forehead. "You're too important."
She closed her eyes, the way he was looking at her made her dizzy. "I should…" She shook her head; it suddenly hurt to finish the sentence.
"Amelia, open your eyes. Please?" His voice broke, just a shade above a whisper. "Amelia?"
"I don't want to fight you anymore. I could hurt you but it's taking everything inside me to hold back that urge. I am dangerous Warren. I could hurt you and I don't want to." She kept her eyes down and closed. She couldn't stare into those eyes of his.
"Don't then…I told you, whatever you do to me will not stop how I feel. I am pulled to you. You matter to me."
Amelia finally opened her eyes, filled with salty water ready to fall down her cheeks. She dreaded spilling them. Crying was all she knew. All she felt most of her days. "I feel it too. God I feel it so badly. I can't bare hurting you. I can't…your soul, its keeping me alive. Your heart, it's soft and beautiful."
Warren's body was shaking. No way was she feeling the same way too. It was almost as if she was the other half of him. She was in his head. His soul. His body. His heart. It was real. She may be stronger than he but nothing can be stronger than this. Than what they were both feeling, he was certain.
He fell against her body, his own growing weaker by the second. He didn't know why he was feeling this way but he was. It didn't scare him. Nothing scared him. Amelia sure couldn't. She finally opened her eyes. They were glassy, red, swollen but strong. "Don't hide it. I feel it too."
He took hold of her hands as he climbed off of her, "You need to have complete faith in me Amelia. This won't work otherwise. Even if you leave I would seek you out. We're linked."
Amelia sighed strangely. She felt him squeeze her hand. She knew it. She knew the truth. But gosh he was being awfully blunt about it.
"I see so much honesty when I look at you. I've never known that before. You have to understand, no one has ever shown this to me. I've never had to trust anyone in my life. I scrapped through everything, everyday. I'm used to hiding. But I look at you, I see truth." She spoke softly. She inhaled a long breath. It was calmer than the others.
Warren observed her and her words. She was making heaps of sense now. It had nothing to do with him. "Look at me…"
Amelia slowly turned her body, her hand hanging onto his, she felt chills. She prepared for the worst as her eyes scaled up his body locking once again on his eyes.
"I have a strong need to take care of the people I care about. You are no different. You are my friend and you have my trust, you have all of me when you need me. Don't let pride and bad experiences stop you. I can truly help you through this. Trust me; just put your trust in me. I know it's scary, I know you have been terribly hurt, but not by me. I don't hurt the ones I promise to protect." He brought her hand to his lips and pressed his mouth against it gently.
Amelia looked down before a soft pink blush covered her entire face, eyes included. Her eyes were giving it away. "Sorry, old habit."
Warren grinned and brushed his hand along her flushed face. "I told you that was cool, didn't I?"
She bit her lip, her eyes glanced sideways. "I guess so. I'd say it's pretty neat to fly. I'd agree but I'm a little rusty."
He waved his hand in the air. "Takes a little practice to master. Soon, you'll be flying circles around me."
Amelia leaned more comfortably on her side. She glanced at the man before her. Not the mutant, but the man. The beautiful Adonis before her. Guys that looked half as good as he wouldn't give her the time of day. Her eyes scaled up his body, starting with his toes to his eyes. The man was physically perfect. She looked down at her own figure. They didn't come close to matching up. He could never desire her in that way.
"I guess time will tell. I'm sure you're a good teacher." She said and caught herself before she said more. Was she flirting? Another blush crept up.
Warren got a little taken aback by the statement but he didn't mind it one bit. It might mean she was a lot more comfortable around him than he thought. "I have 27 years of experience. I'd say it's a lifelong career."
"If you ever write a book, let me know." She sunk into herself again. She had to stop doing that.
He laughed. He raised his eyebrows a bit smugly. "Good to know I have a fan base already."
Amelia rolled her eyes. She looked around his room in a few silent moments. "I've never had anyone take care of me. It's all so new."
"Come here." He motioned for her once again. Distance wasn't a good thing; she needed to be much closer.
She swallowed and moved a little closer to him. She was near his shoulder until he hugged her securely against his body. "Get used to it. This is New York. Life is tough for everyone. It's much more different for people like us. We have to unite in some way. I knew there were others with their own secrets too, I didn't think I would find them so soon. Or care for them this deeply."
She placed her hand on his naked chest. His heartbeat was staunch and melodic. "You make me feel so safe. Tell me this isn't too good to be true? If it is just wake me up right now."
He squeezed her firmly, kissing the top of her head. "Have faith in me. I won't lose faith in you."
She almost relaxed against his body when a thought popped up. Would he mind? "Maybe I should, um, change out of these clothes."
Amelia sat up, looking at him. It seemed his eyes were fixed on her. She tilted her head to the side.
"Warren? Are you alright?"
He grabbed his forehead, rubbing it. "Sorry, oh um, what was that?"
"Maybe I should let you sleep, I mean, well, I would want you to sleep. I was just saying perhaps I should change clothes but, I don't have any to spare." She played with the end of the scrubs top. She was thinking of her home and winced. Should she go back?
Warren immediately stood up and went to the dresser. He was sure there was something she could wear for now. He was thinking of something as he came out with a long T-shirt and sweat pants. "These are decent for now. I wish I had some ladies clothes here so…hey, why don't I go out and get you something?"
Amelia's eyes went wide as she stood up, nearly tripping off the bed. "Warren, wait. You're buying me new clothes?"
He shrugged as he pulled on his jeans and went to get his harness. "Why not? I mean, you don't have any, so, it helps. I mean, you are staying here, yes?"
Amelia opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. Was she? This just got official. "Well, I mean, I wasn't going to run away."
"Good," he smiled as he pulled the straps across his stomach and over his wings. He tightened the straps in-case the winged-bones burst out randomly. "You're staying."
She was trying to make sense of what was going on now. She's staying in his home and now he's buying her new clothes.
"How are you doing that?" She stood, scratching her head.
He fastened the last harness strap and side glanced her way. "These things have Velcro and strong mental connectors."
Amelia laughed softly, "No, I mean, not that. How can you do so much for me just like that and expect nothing in return?"
Warren stopped, walked over to where she stood. "So I can see that pink shade again."
That triggered her eyes to glow that very shade. She flashed her eyes at him but narrowed them slightly. "That's the real reason?"
Warren sighed. "You should stay here. I want you here. I want to take care of you. It's all a part of you trusting me Amelia."
She swung his hand in hers. She laughed at how frivolous he was being with all this. It's so big and he's acting as if it was so simple.
She caught his eyes. "I'm getting there."
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