I'M BACK! Did you miss me?

Pinksparticlealienspy asked for some Reese. And here it is - a whole story dedicated to the awesomeness that is Reese.

In other news, I have recently gotten an account on AO3 (mostly due to having read pretty much everything on this site), and have posted all my Sparticle Mystery stories (and an Avengers one) onto there, under a series titled 'To Touch The Sky'.

Now, what's pretty cool about AO3, is that you can order the stories in whatever order you want - so they're ordered in order of occurrence (i.e. Frankie in City Hotel is first, and Tia/Jeffrey at the Quantum Nexus is last), and now you can read them in the right order! Yay!

(Note - on AO3, my username 'AmeliaFriend' sans the space)

Hope you enjoy the story, and maybe see some of you over on my new favourite fanfiction site.

It had been a good day, less stressed than many had been recently, the whole Tribe working together easily, fitting together as parts to a larger machine - without the flare up of the arguments that had become more common as their goal became less visible - less likely - especially after already failing once.

Reese's head snapped up towards the woods where all the branches suddenly began to rustle, indicative of life within. She stood slowly, well aware of the dangers that lurked within trees now the adults couldn't keep them away. The noises stopped, the surroundings silencing for a moment, before the originator of the movements jumped, appearing behind the bushes - only the sheer familiarity of the face halting a startled scream from her throat.

"You're It," Frankie cried, a grin on her face, unaware of how much she had scared her friend in the seconds before, barely managing to touch Reese's shoulder before sprinting away to the safety of the green foliage, the confines of which she had only just escaped.

Reese stilled a moment, before giving chase - never let it be said that the youngest of the Sparticles wasn't also the most competitive - but Frankie knew the trees better, and always had - preferring to spend her time amongst them and Liam, while Reese felt her time was of more use curled up inside the Spartivan with a book or two intended for someone closer to Kat than herself, for an audience of at least ten years her senior - the warmth of the van and the first choice of blankets having nothing to do with her decision, naturally.

It was too late that the nine year girl spotted the tree root protruding from the ground, too late to stop her running or even alter her path.

It was too late as she felt her toes jar against the wood, sending a spasm of pain all the way up to her knee.

It was too late as she threw her arms in front of her, hoping to break her fall even just the slightest.

It was too late as she saw the floor rush up to meet her, cold and hard and unable to avoid.

It was too late as she screamed louder than she had done since her parents had disappeared - as she screamed without words, without intent, without focus.

It was too late as she felt her blood run cold and boil over at the same time, fear and stupidity and self-regret, and she shouldn't be able to feel this much in this short a time but she can.

It was too late as everything turned black, and there was nothing.

Comfort seeped through her bones as it seeped through the awareness of the little girl who occupied the space between the waking and the sleeping, the haunting place of those who had escaped from the clutches of their various dreams and who were aware of the world, yet sustained no serious desire to participate in the waking world, of the real world, as of yet.

Her eyes flickered, as consciousness inched ever closer with the realisation, that her final thoughts had been in the forest, with the ground approaching too fast, and that she wasn't there any longer - the comfort was more than she had felt in months, since long before the camping, the van, where the ground is hard, and the bedding cold, and no amount of tossing and turning was ever going to change that fact.

This was a comfort not felt since the hotel, since she had slept in a real bed. Consciousness came all too violently when she realised she no longer had any indication as to where she currently was.

Her eyes shot open with a speed she didn't know she possessed as she tried to take in every aspect of the room she was laying in - the too white walls and floors and ceilings and bedding, with a red blanket that came up to only her waist being the only splash of colour in the room. She panicked more when she caught sight of the myriad of machines that were connected to a whole array of wires and tubes going into and out of her body, and tried to pull at them - the more rational portion of her brain going 'They are here to help you', the louder, more dominant portion of her brain going, 'Get them out. Get them out.'

Suddenly she was aware of just how much everything hurt, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and the machines began to beep louder and make their presence ever more aware, as Reese decided she didn't like it here - she didn't being alone amongst so many people, not after she had become used to their little pseudo-family - because for the first time since the Disappearance, she was truly alone, she was truly in a place where she could just shout, and Sadiq would come, or Kat, or Tia or Jeffrey - all of which who had become parents to their rag-tag group of adult returners - or Frankie or Liam - who were the best friends she'd ever had, Disappearance or no Disappearance - or even Holly or Callum - who don't actually like her, but put up with her, and despite their words and the occasional action, would never purposefully let anything bad happen to her.

And she was alone, and scared, which made her feel more alone, which made her feelings of fear all the more vivid, and she felt her breathing speed up, and she knew she was about to start hyperventilating, when a hand brushed across her forehead, words she couldn't quite understand following shortly behind.

Reese's eyes moved upward to catch the face that the hand belonged to, and catch it she did.

Suddenly she didn't feel like she was about to start hyperventilating - she felt like she was never going to start breathing ever again.

Because the hand was attached to a face she knew very well, a face she knew better than her own, a face she hadn't expected to see again for a very long time, and a face she had hoped to see every day for so long it hurt to remember.

Barely louder than a whisper, her lips move, and a single hoarse word escapes.


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