I own nothing but Amelia, Lucy, Nathan, and Amelia's mother
I suppose everyone is different, but I sometimes wonder if there are people like me. Are they good? Are they bad? Or am I the only one? I feel like it. With Dad gone and mom in the hospital, I can feel it. Maybe this is my punishment for being different. But why? How many other people who are different are as lonely as I am? And what did we do wrong? I'm so alone. Even in school. People whisper about me. Because I'm different. And not because I'm alone. No. I'm different because of what I can do. And everything that's different about me keeps growing.
By the time the bus arrived, Amelia was completely soaked. If she caught a cold she would not be allowed to visit her mother for at least a month. And by then…..well, having a cold simply was not an option. The bus was cold, yet blissfully uncrowded and Amelia sat near the front. She could feel the water slosh in her shoes. It took 20 minutes for the bus to get to the academy gates where she had left her bike chained to a tree nearby. Amelia pulled the line and the bus slowed to a halt. It was still pouring outside and it would take another thirty minutes just to reach home. However, her bike was nowhere to be seen. The padlock and chain she used to lock it up lay cut on the ground.
"Just fucking great," Amelia muttered kicking the tree. She walked a little ways onto the gravel road and sighed. "Guess I better start walking."
The farther Amelia walked, the darker it became and her feet began to ache. She could no longer see the trees of the woods that lined either side of the small road and she began to wish desperately for a flashlight. The trees swayed as the wind whipped through the branches and chilled Amelia to the bone. The rain had slowed to a lazy drizzle. Her blond hair was plastered to her face and impossible to control. Every time she pushed it back, the wind blew it into her face once more. She stopped to peel her jacket off and wring it out when a flash of light and the blaring of a horn caused her to jump. The black, Dodge pickup skidded to a halt and Amelia began to back up slowly as someone climbed out of the cab.
"What the hell?!" He yelled. She backed up even further. "Look, I'm sorry. I-I-I was just walking home," she stammered. He stepped closer and Amelia realized he was her age and, more importantly, she knew who he was. He stared at her for a long moment, his piercingly clear blue eyes staring her down. She hugged herself self-consciously and added nervously, "Really, I'm sorry. It's just someone stole my bike-I'm really sorry."
"Do you want a ride?" he asked in an irritated voice.
"No," she said almost yelling, "no, I live on Black Oak-"
"Black Oak?!" he exclaimed, cutting her off, "that's almost six miles away."
She shrugged and looked down at her feet. He sighed, "Just get in. I promise I won't try anything," he said, holding up both hands, "You're not my type anyways."
"Thanks," she scoffed, feeling more sure of herself and less uncomfortable. Amelia climbed into the passenger side of the truck and sat down. He turned on the truck's heater.
"So do you have a name?"
"Amelia Thorne," she said, not looking at him but at her soggy shoes.
He snorted. "I thought you looked familiar. We have homeroom together. I'm Reid Garwin."
"Oh yeah, you sit in the back and sleep," Amelia retorted defensively, "I'm surprised you were awake long enough to notice."
He glared at her. "Yeah, well I'm not the one walking around in the fucking rain."
When she didn't reply he snapped, "What were you doing anyway?"
"Coming home from the hospital."
"You sick?" he asked bluntly.
Amelia sighed and rested her head on the window, watching the rain trickle down in different directions, "No, my mother is."
The storm had picked up again. Lightening flashed and Amelia could see Reid's reflection in the window. He was staring at her. His pale blond hair had fallen into his eyes. Beautiful eyes, she noticed.
"That sucks," he said, matter-of-factly, yet she could tell by the look on his face as he meant it.
"Yeah, it does suck," she replied softly and turned to look out at the road just in time to see a deer standing right in their way. "Reid, look out!"
"Shit!" He yanked wheel to the right and the truck careened off the road and into a ditch. Amelia clutched the door and Reid threw his arm across her to hold her back as the truck slammed into a tree. She felt his arm sway away from her and her body being jerked forward violently. Once the impact was over, she turned towards Reid. He was slumped over the steering wheel, his face bloodied. The arm he'd used to hold her was covered in lacerations and there were several shards of glass sticking out.
"Oh god," she whimpered, as she shoved open her door and raced around to the driver's side and yanked on the door handle frantically until it the door creaked open. She grabbed him and proceeded to pull him slowly from the truck and lay him out in the, cold, wet grass. She gently leaned her head against his chest. There was barely a heartbeat. Amelia felt her hands begin to shake.
Oh god, I've never done anything this big before, she thought anxiously, please let this work.
Amelia could feel hot tears stream down her face as she placed one hand firmly on Reid's chest and the other firmly on the ground. Like, a circuit, something clicked inside her body, and she began to tingle all over. The chill in the air no longer affected her-in fact she was rather warm. Amelia could feel the current rush through her and into Reid. Her thoughts became fuzzy and she felt lightheaded as the flow of energy suddenly ceased. She looked down at Reid. The lacerations were gone, as were the shards of glass. He was breathing steadily. It was only then that she noticed he had been staring at her.
"Amelia?" he asked, slightly concerned. But Amelia didn't have a chance to answer. Her body swayed uncontrollably and her vision began to blur. "Reid," she murmured as she began to fall. As everything faded to black Amelia felt two strong arms grab a hold of her gently.
When Amelia awoke, she was lying on something cushy-something to cushy to be the wet, hard ground. She opened her eyes slowing, her eyes too sensitive to focus just yet. Her body ached, and she became painfully aware of that fact as she slowly pushed herself up into sitting position.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, you awake," she heard someone call from the kitchen, in mock cheer, "too bad, didn't get to kiss you yet."
"What?" she moaned in confusion as she tried to figure out just exactly where she was. Unfortunately, she couldn't. "Where?"
"You're at my house," the voice called again, "you wouldn't wake up and since I don't know where you live, I brought you here."
"Reid?" she asked, trying desperately to remember what had happened after the truck had crashed.
"Yeah?" the voice answered. So, it was indeed Reid and not some strange man. However, Reid himself was a stranger to Amelia. "Hey you want some coffee or something?"
"How did we-"
"I called my parents," he said as if the answer should have been obvious, "we brought you home. Mom said you can stay here tonight, which of course means you're going to be staying my bed and I'll be sleeping on that couch once you move."
"I'll need clothes…" she answered, somewhat dazed.
A tee shirt and some gym shorts hit her in the face. "Sorry, I don't have a sister or anything, so you'll have to wear my clothes until I take you home tomorrow so you can change for school."
She held up the clothes to look at them. They were entirely too big. Reid rounded the couch and sat on the coffee table. He shoved a mug of coffee into her hand and sipped from the one in his other hand. Amelia stared at the coffee for a long moment.
"I didn't spike it, if that's what you're thinking," he said caustically, causing her to shake her head. "It's not that. It's just-"
"That was a pretty neat trick you pulled," he said, interrupting her, "where'd you learn that?"
When Amelia only stared at him with wide eyes, he rolled his own, "Look, I'm not going to narc on you or anything. Wouldn't be a very nice thing to do to someone who saved your life, you know?"
"I-I-I-" she stammered, "I didn't think you were awake."
"I wasn't." He grinned. "for the first half."
Reid stared out the window, watching as the storm continued to rage-it was going to be an all nighter clearly. Amelia lay in the middle of his over-sized bed breathing deeply. Her eyes moved beneath her eye lids and she sighed, a small smile creeping across her face. He sat down in a chair next to the bed and stared at her curiously. Her long hair was spread out around her, framing her face. He couldn't help but imagine what else she was capable of as he tried desperately to figure out how he was going to fix his truck and if there were others out there like her-others who had powers different from him and those around him.
She moaned slightly and he turned towards her. She looked so innocent, so pure. Reid frowned. This girl was definitely not his type; she was too….square. Yet, laying there, so serene, in his baggy tee shirt with the blankets twisted haphazardly around her waist, she looked almost………
Reid jumped to his feet and returned to the window. It was indeed going to be a long night.