Avatar is very pretty, but not mine. Currently all characters in here are not mine either. Any original characters in later chapters, however, will be mine, and you'll know they're mine because they'll be original XD
"Well, that's certainly unexpected," Tom Sully said over the comlink to the head of the Amnio team, "although I suppose it says something about the genetics of twins, doesn't it? I wonder..." He paused, deep in thought for a moment.
"Yes, yes, it's absolutely fascinating," the Amnio head interrupted quickly, "but what are we supposed to do with the extra embryo? I hesitate to just destroy it, but it isn't as though you can be in two bodies at once, and an avatar without a driver is useless. I suppose we could keep it as a spare for you but the implications of you needing a spare are..."
"No, no," Tom shook his head, "I don't anticipate needing a spare, but I think I might just have a use for it. I know we leave in less than a week, but I'll get back to you on the issue by the day after tomorrow at the latest, just keep growing both of them until you hear back."
"Alright," the man nodded, "I guess it doesn't really make much of a difference at this point anyway, neither one of them is any bigger than a mouse."
"Right," Tom laughed. "I'll be in touch."
With that he hung up, sitting down in a nearby chair. He frowned to himself as he debated how to break his idea to his brother. He wanted to talk to Jake before he approached his superiors. He knew he'd be able to convince them, and he was pretty sure he'd be able to convince Jake, but ever since his confinement to a wheelchair he'd been grumpy. Tom got it, he really did, but he was hoping the opportunity to be a part of such an exciting proect, not to mention being able to use legs again, even if they weren't his own, would be tempting enough to break through the grumps to the crazy, adventure-loving twin Tom had grown up with.
Jake Sully groaned and pulled the pillow over his head. The phone was still ringing and he knew it had to be Tom. Only his twin would keep calling after the fifth time he hadn't picked up. He groaned again and rolled over, throwing the pillow at the button for the speakerphone and vidlink. "What?" he snapped shortly.
"You're looking chipper this evening," Tom grinned at him across the vid, "just waking up, are we?"
"We..." Jake growled, "were attempting to kill a headache, something that the phone ringing constantly for ten minutes has not helped."
"Well maybe this'll make it better. How'd you like to have a new set of legs?" Tom couldn't keep the grin off his face.
"What's the catch?" Jake asked suspiciously. There had to be a catch, he knew that look on Tom's face all too well.
"You'll have to wait a few years, and they're gonna be blue," Tom shrugged.
Jake blinked. Clearly he wasn't awake enough yet. "Blue?"
"Yeah, blue," Tom nodded. "The avatar they're growing for me decided to do the twin thing, so I figured why the hell not?"
"Wait. You want me to come with you, go into cryo and bum around on some moon out in the middle of nowhere? I'm not a science geek, Tom, what the hell'm I supposed to do there? Sit on my blue ass and count birds or some bullshit like that?"
"Just because only scientists have been sent so far, it doesn't mean you wouldn't be useful. We could definitely do with a bodyguard who doesn't have to be out there in an exopack, and besides that, from all I've read and all I've been told, the Na'vi are a hunter/warrior culture. They'd probably respect you way more than me, just 'cause you're trained in combat."
"Oh great, so you want a trained monkey," Jake rolled his eyes, "how about you give me just one actual good reason I should go along with this insane idea of yours."
"Because you don't have anything better to do," Tom said, using the private "twin" language the two of them had made up when they were kids, "and because I want you there."
"Fine, fine," Jake sighed, "you win." He shook his head. "If you can talk your superiors into it, I'll come with you. You're right, it's not like I have anything better to do."