|Of Sea and Sky
Author: Amazingly Bad PM
From the shadows a man has been trying to make the Psychics rise up and no longer hide in shame. Now Sasha must take on this person to not only keep the peace and secrecy of the Psychic world, but to save the Non-Psychic world. WIP, Chapters reorganized.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Drama - Sasha N. & Milla V. - Chapters: 22 - Words: 67,660 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 01-10-13 - Published: 08-13-10 - id: 6236265
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When it comes to isolation versus being social, Sasha would always go for the former. It allowed him to think, to lose his composure for a few long moments and just drop all masks to no one but himself. It was why in a normally cramped hotel room, Sasha was sitting on the bathtub rim with a plate of pancakes next to him and letting it go cold. Milla knew Sasha did things like this so she was letting him do his own thing, the first time he did tht she was worried but now she saw it like how he saw her calling one of her girlfriends to talk about hair or shoes or Edward Cullen's right fingernail or whatever people talked about on the phone. It was just something that happened. Meanwhile, Raz was concerned with how Sasha just left without saying a word and was wondering if he should go knock on the door, after all, he could never just imagine Sasha storming out of a room.
Sasha grabbed a bit of sausage from the plate and chewed on it, just letting the artificial flavoring seep in as he stared across the small room at the wall with a few little towels hanging on it and a few tiny soaps wrapped up in paper on a shiny metal IKEA shelf. Levi was part of the Veil at one point, and he worked close with the leader of it. If he were a man to take his frustration outwards he would have shouted and dramatically punched the wall. But Sasha Nein wasn't that kind of man. He was the kind of man to bite back on his anger, to let it bundle up in his stomach and make ulcers and some bile for him to throw up later. How he could feel those negative emotions bubble up and pop and it would somehow feel like a sickening oil stain on his soul that is until he finally found something to go shoot at or just destroy.
It was a sort of masochism according to Milla; how he would do this to himself. Like it was his own personal punishment for having feelings when that wasn't the case. That wasn't the case at all. It was how he treasured those feelings, those feelings he knew were his and his alone. For telepaths and those who practice clairvoyance, getting to feel your own emotions above other's felt overly personal, something they could cherish. Others got to feel their own emotions at any given moment. People who would feel other's seep in, knowing and feeling their own take control was something to be cherished. Their emotions for once, got to overpower. Be allowed on the forefront, the loudest singer in the chorus.
He was still chewing the meat, even though it had somehow disintegrated into almost nothingness. The pancakes were cold, the syrup congealed and he knew he wouldn't want to throw it away, he didn't want to waste the food as he resealed the box. Levi said the next move was theirs, fine. Sasha let his mind race as he thought of a plan. He knew he needed to send out a signal and he imagined how he could do it. He flexed his fingers, remembering the heavy feel of the microphone in his hands how in touch he felt to the scene of the crime, those dreams where he knew he was thinking too much about the other. Sasha looked down at his currently ungloved hands, pale green, nails neatly trimmed, scarred and calloused from years of working and missions. He reached his hands out in front of him, feeling his own psychic hands wanting to reach out also, to want to stretch out as far as they could like he was doing right now.
The letter, the memories, the survivors. It was how Levi was trying to contact him. Sasha needed to do a calculated risk. He stood up and stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to the little black mini-fridge next to Raz's uneaten oatmeal. Milla peered up from the files and her tablet, a thin brow raised at him, the look on her face easily read as 'Well, done sulking, Mr. Nein?' Raz also stood up; the boy was unsure how to react, should he be careful? Ready to jump on a mission? Be friendly? Offer to go get some soda? The correct answer would be act normal because this is something normal for Sasha at least.
"Milla, I want you to take Raz to go interview the survivors." He began, "It is a vital skillset that we both know you do better than I." And Sasha knew while he could see a lot of himself in Raz there was also parts that shined out as pure Milla. Which for everyone who saw the group would know it were for the social skills.
"And what will you be doing, darling?"
Sasha brushed back the hair from his eyes . "I am going to investigate the scene; I have a theory which I want to check in comparison to my notes." Milla nodded, so did Raz, who obviously was excited- the spark of the first 'official' interview to the boy was obvious. He wanted this, he craved this. Raz was finally going to get to put on the non-stripey pajama suit and be a person who people will treat like a specialist instead of a child. An agent instead of a character. Milla didn't like the idea of Sasha investigating the scene by himself but she also knew he was a big boy and it wasn't like anything would happen right now. Levi wanted them to play a game.
Sasha ran his hand through his hair as he grabbed his wallet. "I'll meet up with you, if I don't call me by five." And before anyone could say anytning else, Sasha was out the door.
The scene was still a wreck, debris, the stench of garbage coming up and forth. Sasha was an odd sight in this scene, a bit of calm amidst the chaos. A thin man standing tall, neat and clean in a place that just screamed filth. He peeled off his gloves in silence, police standing outside in hopes that the one who caused all the trouble would come back to the scene of the crime.
Sasha rested his hands on the microphone flicking it to the 'on' position even though there was no power coming to it, but instead of trying to receive- he was going to send, and whispered into the dead device.
"Heres my next move, Mr. Levi."
He could feel something tighten and loosen in his mind somewhere on the psychic plane. The Collective Unconscious. He made contact somewhere. It was an odd sickly feeling, wondering if the other had tried to do something similar. To reach out to him and Milla, touching something they did and call out. Why was he even doing this, why did he want their attention? Was it merely because they took down the Veil?
It made him think of tightening string between two cups and plucking it. He also wondered if Milla could feel it. If Raz could. If any other the other psychics he had worked so closely with could tell he was attempting to play with the connections between all of them for this one experiment- inviting Levi to him. To make his move now. Be a good date, now.
Sasha felt his legs wanting to move as he carefully stepped back. Science had proved one must listen to their gut. His gut said to move. His gut said get out of there and now, but not because of danger like one would expect their lizard brain to be shouting at them. But the instinct that one should go out because they will miss something important.
It was a surge of feelings coming up from where he store the bile and anger and those emotions he treasured so much. He felt his cellphone ring.
He wanted to pick up the phone and drill him, ask him how he knew Levi- not thinking that for a moment that perhaps and most likely he didn't know the man causing the trouble for him. They both wanted different things, to make their marks in different ways. He moved out of the scene and into the street as he picked up the phone.
"Hey Nein." The main said lazily. "Still in Texas, first the cop, then my tire blew then somehow my fucking radiator exploded or something. I just drive cars, I don't fix them." He laughed. "But hey, any leads?"
Really, this was neither the time nor the place for these types of conversation.
"Something came up." Sasha frowned as he lit his cigarette and exhaled. A car drove by. "So, your request is temporarily on the backburner."
"That sucks, did you hear what happened in Amarillo?" the man said, Sasha was now guessing the man just needed someone to talk to. "Of course you did, you're one of the men in black. The Government Workers. One of the G-Men."
Words alone could never express how much Sasha hated that term. The G-Men, it sounded like some sort of hip-hop band from the early 90s with bright baggy pants on. He frowned, as he wondered if Levi got his signal as the other man rambled on about some conspiracy theory. He and Luka would get along like two insane peas in a looking too deep into the issue pod.
"But, anyways, I am in town now, so I was freaking out when it happened." Wait- Laguna was in town. That's it, he wanted to go back to his bathroom sulky area. Did he want to owe up to it, or did he want to go meet the other man face to face. He paused to think for this for a moment. Truman did give him permission to work on the mission- and maybe if he did it once he was done with what he could for this one…
"How long will you be in Amarillo?" Sasha asked.
"Probably a few days, I was running ahead with my cargo, so its all good. I can take a break- I called the person getting it and it turned out they will be out of T or C for a few days so they consider it lucky incase something is wrong with their shipment."
Sasha nodded, "I will like to meet up with you soon."
"So we can chat about work?"
Sasha nodded, and then realized someone over the phone could not see that and he was stupid for not thinking that out all the way. "Well, we can talk about your particular case. How does tonight at McBurgerQueen sound?" One could never go wrong at chain restaurants with their pre-frozen shipped from a centralized food source.
"That would be great, the one near the center?"
Why the hell not, not like everything else in his life wanted to mix up. "That would be best, see you in three hours."
"That would be golden. See you then."
And with that the man hung up, and Sasha texted Milla about what just happened as he went back inside. Seeing if he could pick anything up. And sure enough, he did. Right on the microphone was a ribbon with some paper.
Sasha moved up to it to look at the note.
Now you're starting to see how we can play. I know you're not a fan of hide and seek, but what can I say? This is letting you stretch your muscles a little, I know you have been craving a good mystery, so I am only trying to provide.
Tomorrow will be the next move. Don't worry- it is being aimed at you and no one else. The boy and Milla will be watching the show this time. You'll be the star.
Love and Hugs.
Sasha ripped off the paper, was Levi in here now and just overly talented with hiding- and he couldn't sense it? Right under his nose. He had an idea- tomorrow it will happen, and to him. His phone vibrated as he got a text from Milla telling him to pick up something for dinner for her and Raz and something healthy, and that when he got back to the hotel room, they had some news.
Well, so did he.