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It was a chilly October morning, and snow had fallen outside the night before. However, dean didnt care to be outside with everyone else before breakfast, frolicking in the cold. Even if he wanted to, there was no one he could go with. Scarlett had become increasingly distant and hard to find once thy reached the campus, another piece of him having fallen apart. So once again, Dean spent his morning quietly, his music in his ears as he spaced out on the lounge couch, the lounge room completely empty. It was still seven o'clock, thirty minutes before breakfast would be served. Of course again, dean would eat up in his room. Just like he past three weeks.

Dean and Scarlett had escaped the lab with the help of Evan, and parted ways to find Dean's mother. Within three months of travelling like the homeless, hopping trains and hitching rides, the two had found an enevelope each beside them when they awoke one morning. They had concealed themself in an abandoned building, hidden in a secret basement they had been living in for a few days until they were up to travel again. How the envelope got to them, who delivered it, they could never find out. Dean and Scarlett had mutually agreed to the boarding school, after conferring to Deans mother in Boston for permission. He couldn't trouble her anymore, and thought it was for the best. He'd still be able to visit one day, hopefully with the Academy's aid.

Coming to the academy had been tense, with Dean not knowing what to expect out of a boarding school, run by people like him. Would he finally fit in? He had been convinced with Scarlett's persuasion that he'd do just fine, that he'd make friends in an instant. The only friend dean had made was his bedroom. He didnt have a single roommate, the three other beds sat vacant, and the room was always quiet. When he had chosen his room on the first day bck for term, people had peeked inside the room before darting back out again. He wasnt too bothered, or so he liked to pretend.

Dean curled up in the couch cushions, his hazel eyes staring blankly at the stripes on the couch. He was comfortable in a beanie and sweatpants, accompanied by an underarmor sweatshirt he found in the lost and found. The headmaster had been particularly kind, going out of his way to make sure Dean had clothes to wear ordered from some company. An iPod was also presented to him, a new one, his very one. It was probably the most expensive belonging he had ever possessed. He had taken quite a liking to the headmaster, feeling safe and comforted whenever the man was around. Children decked in their snow wear squealed running through the student lounge, passing by him without a second glance to get through to the hallway that led out of the dorms section of the floor. Sighing, dean puffed hot air onto his hands, a bit disappointed when snapping his fingers wouldn't produce an adequate flame in the brisk room temperature.

((Is it alright it I join you and Morgan? I wanted to have Scarlett drop by >.< I totally understand if you don’t want me to :P ))

((Maybe a little after Tegan and Dean meet? I'll let you know when >.< sorry, just thought you were rp'ing with someone else for awhile))

It was a cold morning, one Tegan could do without. Sure, she liked the cold, but that was when she was sleeping and only then. Back in the labs it had always been excruciatingly hot during the night, and she couldn't stand the heat when she went to bed anymore. They ruined her. Things were hard for Tegan after she left. She had originally tried going back to North Carolina after escaping, but no matter what she did, her mom was gone. She was untraceable.. and it scared Tegan honestly. She couldn't help but wonder..what if? It was something she knew would haunt her for the rest of her life, and she couldn't do a single thing about it.

Not only was she terribly lonely here, but it was beyond impossible to avoid physical contact with everyone there. That's what Tegan did every day of her life. Every bump, touch, brush...anytime she touched another living thing she saw something of their future. Sometimes it was just a small glimpse, maybe a picture of a camera they would get, or a dog. Other times it was scenes, big ones, like wedding days, death scenes, babies being born, loved ones dying. It was scary for her. She didn't want to be able to see what would happen to them. She would much rather leave it up to fate. Lots of people took innocence for granted. Tegan would give any thing to have it back.

She strolled through the lounge, breathing in the cold air. It felt good to get out of the labs, get out of the place that still haunted her dreams. It felt amazing actually. She ran her fingers through her hair, smiling slightly. Her brown combat boots scuffed against the ground as she walked, making a soft noise against the ground. Yes, she was a funny walker, but that didn't matter. Lots of people were funny...talkers. She'd rather be a funny walker honestly. She tugged the sleeves of her v-neck navy blue and white stripped sweater down. It was her favorite one, the first thing she had gotten when she came to this school. This school basically saved her life, and she would never ever forget that.

She found an empty spot on the couch, far enough away from another human being that she felt safe. She hated her "gift" at least, that was what the scientists called it. Yeah. She really really hated it. She looked around the nearly empty room, content with sitting in the silence. Tegan wasn't exactly outgoing, but she wasnt shy either. She was the kind of person who wanted to talk to a million people, but never made the first move. You always had to talk to her first. It made her feel like she wasn't bugging them. She scooted to the left when a person came and sat down close enough to her that she thought she might have a panic attack. She wanted to move...yet..the couch was so amazing. So she didn't.

(( I was, but I had Scarlett go looking for Dean. I didn’t realise you were rp’ing >.< Sorry. I’ll post later then.))

((Oh! I'll be sure to give you a cue then when were ready! If Morgan's cool with it))

Absorbed in his music and lonely thoughts, Dean hardly noticed some girl coming and sitting uncomfortably close to him on the couch. Close, as in a couch cushion square away. He had gone and sat in the very middle of the couch so as not to be bothered, but it didnt seem to work. What did she want? The mansion was huge, and she couldn't pick a better spot. Dean cleared his throat, adjusting his earphones and pretendin to become absorbed in looking through his iPod, in reality just skipping through a bunch of tracks. The girl didnt move, curled up on the cushions. Discomfort made him squirm in his seat, his hazel eyes flitting around his peripheral vision.

Dean was able to ignore the girl for awhile, sitting with a blank look on his face as a song attatched to so many memories filtered through his ears. It was his mothers favorite, one that she'd sing all the time around the house. The one that played constantly when Dean couldn't sleep at night with Boston's scary noises, the one that cheered the apartment up in the worst of times. He was beginning to feel coming to the academy was a mistake, even if the place had done great things for him. He missed his mom, but refused to admit it to anyone to not look like a mamas boy. He already seemed prissy enough, according to some jock with cool spiky hair, who pushed him out the way in the hallway a few days ago.

Dean couldn't stand the pain of listening to the song, deleting it off his tracks list with hesitation. He had to forget, to accept his new life here. Two more years, and he would leave the place, get a job if he could. Before the tears slipped out of his eyes, Dean removed his headphones from his ears and brushed an arm over his hazel eyes. He wasnt too concerned with the girl on the couch saying anything, but his insecurities couldn't help but wonder. Would she tell everyone Dean was crying by himself, cause he's a loner? Cause he hated his life, the way he had to live, the way others saw him? His fingers clutched the wires tightly, wrapping the cords around his iPod nearly before jamming it in his sweatshirt pocket. What a way to start the morning.

His focus shifted to the girl sitting on the couch, eyeing him a bit strangely. Who was she judging, anyway? Probably came from a good happy family, probably had everything she wanted, friends, a family, pets. Deans hazel eyes with the golden flecks flickered up to meet hers on accident, their red locking temporarily. He could feel himself heat up in embarrassment, the room temperature rising ever so slightly even with the cool atmosphere outside. "What are you looking at?" Dean did his best to sound snappy, hiding a tremble in his voice in an attempt to sound tough. He tore his eyes away uncomfortably, standing with his shoulders hunched defensively.

((its fine! I have no objections at all!))

Tegan looked over the coffee table, looking over the magazines and reading options they had. Their selection was crap. Tegan had no idea who any of these people were! Kim Kardashian? Zac Efron? Justin Beiber? She didn't know them at all. That's what happens when you grow up in labs. You didn't know stars or singers...or anyone famous. Recently she was asked if she had read The Fault in Our Stars She had no clue what they were talking about, and she never felt dumber. The look they gave her made her feel six. It was awful.

She finally settled on a People magazine, deciding that if she wanted to get with the times, reading about the famous people was how to start. As she looked through, she got angry. These people were so...arrogant. How were they so oblivious? Children and Teens were being tortured, mutated in a lab somewhere and they were spending their time drinking their lives away? The least they could do was live it for the kids who would never get to. Tegan quickly closed the magazine, wishing she could destory it and all the others like it. All it did was tick her off.

She looked over at the sound of sniffling, seeing a boy her age sitting a whole cushion away. Ah! Danger Zone! Yet..the sight of his tears made her curious. Why was he crying? Tegan hadn't cried in years. One of her roommates told her when she was a kid that they hurt you worse when you cried. So Tegan bit back the tears, until it got to the point to where she didn't cry at all. Her amber eyes were full of curiosity and compassion as she tried to think of what was wrong with him. Did he just escape? Maybe...maybe not. But maybe he was like her.

Tegan couldn't help the hope that swelled in her chest, making her get all excited. Maybe she wasnt alone! Maybe she wasn't the only one who felt completely broken inside and-her thoughts were cut off by the sound of his voice. He was trying to be all tough and mean..but Tegan could hear the heartbreak in his voice. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I um...are you Ok?" she asked him softly, her eyes searching his expression. Maybe....maybe she wouldn't be alone anymore.

"Sure you are," Dean grumbled with annoyance, glaring down at the girl best he could. He kind of reminded him of Scarlett, with her long hair and petite features, her voice filled with compassion. Dripping with it. It made Dean sick, hearing someone who wasnt Scarlett or his mother speaking so sweetly to him. "I'm fine! What does it look like Im not?" Dean demanded, mixing his grammar and his words. He never liked that question, the judgement and pity that accompanied it. People always pretended to care, then left you in your own misery after you depend on them. Just like Scarlett.

Dean was blaming Scarlett for everything in his mind, that false sense of security and love e had felt while with her those two and a half years. She was more than a friend, more than a sister... Someone he really loved. Her personality kept him positive, cheered him up when times were rough on the streets, snuck him extra portions of her food at the labs because she knew he was always hungry. They stuck up for each other, stuck with each other, stuck to each other. Inseparable. Scarlett had become the only thing he knew, constantly invading his day dreams with her beautiful eyes and tinkly laugh, the way her hand for in his. Insperable, until they came to he academy.

He was bitter when Scarlett was dragged off to another room, when the two of them no matter how much pleading had been denied to share a room, as siblings. But of course, the headmaster knew they weren't related. The gender rule stood, no matter what. So dean was living in a big room with all the luxuries denied back at home, only... He had no one to enjoy it with, to talk about anything with. Nights were quiet, cold, lonely. When he woke up with a bad dream, Scarlett wasnt there. In fact, she was never there. Not when kids began to push him around, not when he was struggling in class. Never. It was like... She had disappeared. It was all a misunderstanding on deans part, feeling hurt and destroyed for not seeing the girl he had lived with for almost three years, the one who had come to mean everything to him. Scarlett was simply busy getting adjusted, unable to find dean anywhere at the school.

"Can you just... Go? I was sitting here first, I wanna be left alone," dean cleared his throat, swallowing a lump in his throat as a pang of sorrow struck him thinking about Scarlett, one of abandonment. It wouldn't be the first time someone left him. His father never even saw that he was born. Deans fist up and closed in his pocket, his skin scorching hot to the touch. It didnt damage his clothes, as he knew how to control it that much and applied a special ointment to his skin every day where it became hottest, but Dean was beginning o lose focus. A bit of his sleeve began to burn a hole from the inside, Deans thoughts in compelte turmoil and despair.

Tegan was surprised at his harsh tone and it instantly sent her into defence mode. She crossed her arms, her eyebrows raised and her Amber eyes wide with shock. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, hurt filling her eyes. All she had done was be nice to the kid and he was snapping at her? Yelling? He had no idea what was going on in her life, and she had no idea what was going on in his. She was going to give him the benefit of the doubt, when he snapped at her again. "Woah! I am sorry for asking! Gosh " Tegan replied, fiddling with her hands. Then he had to go and ask her why she thought that. "Um you were crying?" Tegan couldn't believe this guy. He was just like the others.

Tegan was frustrated. Her hopes of having a new friend crushed, the thought of actually having someone to talk to gone. Her best friend, the one she escaped with, was given wings, unlike the gift Tegan was given. When they first met, Tegan refused to touch her...but now she wished she did. It could have saved her the heartbreak of watching her best friend get shot in the air and recaptured. Tegan knew she had to keep going...and she did. But that didn't mean she didn't regret that decision every day.

Tegan got the letter when she was sleeping in a hotel room, one that she had snuck in. She immediately followed it, terrified that someone wouldkill her. Or worse...turn her back in. The staff members treated her kindly, not even blinking when she refused to touch them
They had given her a nice big room...all for her. She hated it. The big room with the scary, empty silence. All it did was remind Tegan when roommate after roommate in the labs died during testing, leaving her to sit in the silence, waiting to be hurt, tortured or killed. It was awful.

She thought back to the few memories she had of her mom, being only five when she was sold to the labs. And suddenly, she was glad she couldnt find her mom. She would have just given her back for more money. Tegan realized that her mom was a horrible person. I mean...who gives up their daughter for only 50 grand? Tegan would never do that to any of her kids. If she had one. She probably wouldn't, kids required physical contact and unless she got it under control, tegan wouldnt do that.

Tegan narrowed her eyes at him, feeling incredibly hurt. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize sitting two whole cushions away was going to bother you." She snapped back, feeling like crying. Why didn't anyone give her a shot? She was a cool girl once you got to know her! But no one took the time to get to know her. Maybe she it was because she didn't like physical contact and broke down at whatever she saw. But could they really blame her? She stared at him, her gaze hurt and unforgiving. This is why she didn't trust people. This is why she was lonely. People were jerks.

Tegan noticed him get all clentched up and upset, and that's when she saw it. The small hole burning through his sleeve. "Y-you're like me." She stuttered, knowing her supicions in the beginning were right. Now she didn't blame him for crying, but she was still upset with the whole snapping deal. "You were in the labs too?" She asked, desperately praying she was right. Sometimes she felt so alone, and knowing that he had gone through the same thing she had made her feel a tinsy bit better. She would have felt a lot better, but then he went and broke what little trust she had for him and crushed her hopes. So now she was only a little happy.

Dean had all his defenses up, every last wall and shield. He wouldn't tell her anything, she didnt need to know what was wrong with him anyway. Not so she could go and tell everyone. He had extreme trust issues now, waiting for someone to stab him in the back, waiting for some kid to find a clever way to lock him out of his own room again in the middle of the night. It had happened twice already, and he had an idea who it was. He'd burn the kid if it happened again. Dean couldn't help but feel so snappy, completely and utterly fed up with the academy, teenagers, and mutants in general. They were all the same, and he didnt belong here. Maybe the best place for him was the lab, locked up, locked away so people didnt hve to deal with him anymore. At least at the labratory, the scientists were happy with him.

"You should really mind your own business," Dean scowled, taking on a whole new mean kid facade. He wasnt going to get hurt again. That was just it. Deans soft squishy heart had iced over, cold and bitter with every heart break and loss he had suffered the past few years. His whole life. He was convinced that no one understood him, no one knew what it was like to be Dean Romano. Poor, unwanted, introverted, picked on, quiet, stupid. Dean was beginning to blame his mom, furious she didnt have an anortion with him. To think she could hve contined with her life, save her money and nt worry about taking care of a kid, one who'd accomplish nothing, being her no pride in the future anyway! His talent of dance wasnt one she could boast about, instead all she could do was stress oer his dipping grades. Before he was abducted in middle school, summer school had been a normal thing. Free tutors were used at every advantage, to the point they all knew his name, what his problem was.

His body tensed up, his eyes flashing a flaming red before his body erupted in an unexpected fire. "I wasnt crying-!" Dean growled defensively, heat radiating from his body at a scorching rate. He was done with people thinking that they needed to help poor little dean, wipe his tears and tell him he'd be okay. He had it before, and now she was gone. Scarlett had only been using his companionship, so she wouldn't feel lonely, or scared. The flames had died down almost as soon as they started, his expression softening as he slipped back into a more depressive state. His emotions were everywhere, and he never knew how to cope with them. Dean shook his head, sinking further into the couch and turning his back.

He missed Scarlett. Dean longed to hold her in his arms, kiss her cheek, fall asleep beside her on the dirty pavement in some alley, watching over her as she slept. He missed the old times he had with her, falling into some sort of relapse without the one who he had thought loved him, someone who fooled him into thinking he was worth her attention and affections. Dean squeezed his fists in his lap, biting down hard on his bottom lip in an attempt not to cry again, to not let the weakness show on his face ever again. The most girl was silent for a while, but didnt leave. She had to be thinking, and he didnt like that. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Dean was too afraid to go back to his room, terrified for what awaited him.

"Well... It does," dean mumbled under his breath to the girls comment about siting two couch cushions away, his eyes kept low. The hostility had disappeared from his voice, replaced with a melancholy she wouldn't understand. It bothered him, because she cared. It bothered him, because he didnt treat him the way others did. Unless it was all a prank, a test to see if dean would break. She caught his attention when se claimed that they were alike, at first earning a glare. "What do you mean, I'm 'like you'? Yes, I'm a mutant too, everyone else here is a mutant as well," dean frowned angrily, his thick eyebrows scrunched together over his hazel eyes.

Then she mentioned the labs. The labs, where he had been locked in for two years, where he had been tricked by everyone around him. "What's it to you?" Dean scowled, turning again at the ill subject. His stomach hurt so badly, knots squeezing at his empty stomach. Dinner had been a no-go the night before, since he had been too upset with the whole Scarlett thing as well as homesickness and being out on edge by those in his hallway. He hated talking about laboratories, dishusted that any other person would be subjected to the same torture he had been through. It also pained him, cause all he would remember was Scarlett. Lovesick and battered, dean tucked his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly with his face buried in them.

Tegan was beyond frustrated with this dude. She had actually trusted him for a split second and he let her down. They all did. Tegan didn't know why she kept coming back. Kept giving out second chances like they were no big deal. Well..they were. These people, the ones who ignored her and wrote her off as unapproachable, were jerks, yet she always always gave them another shot. She just wanted someone to prove her wrong that there was good in the world, that she wasn't alone. Sure, there were other mutants, but obviously they had adjusted well. Tegan on the other hand had not. She had seen the deaths and downfalls of about a third of the schools students and she had been there three weeks. She was fresh out of the labs, and at some points she wished she could go back.

A small tear leaked out of her eye, and she quickly wiped it away. She wasn't weak. She was strong, she could take him. Sticks and stones break my bones but words will never hurt me...right? Wrong. Words hurt more than sticks and stones and Tegan knew it first hand. Literally. There was one time when she was eight that they had thrown sticks at her, just to test her reflexes. Compared to this, that was a walk in the park. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for caring about your feelings. I'm sorry for trusting you. I'm sorry for everything." she replied, her voice shaking. "there. Is that what you wanted? Do you feel better?" she asked, her voice accusing and hurt. Jerk.

Why am I so emotional? She thought, her big amber eyes cast down. She just wanted a friend. She didn't need a boyfriend or any of that crap. She just wanted a friend. Badly. She gasped as he burst into flames, but masked her surprise. "feel better?" she asked him, running her fingers through her hair. "you got courage. Using that. I try not to use mine." she muttered, the bitterness and defensiveness gone. He was a hurt boy, it was obvious. She was a hurt guy. They should get together and talk feelings and eat ice cream. Tegan was pretty sure that was what normal people did. Pretty sure, but she could be wrong.

She saw a flash of pain go through his eyes, and she could have sworn that she had seen that look. And then she knew it. Her mother had that same look every time she looked at Tegan. The heartbreak, regret. Her mom wished she never gave birth to her daughter. It all made sense now. Why her mom sold her, why everything was so easy for her. She didn't care. Tegan blinked back tears, biting her lip as her fingers gripped the couch cushion tightly. Why hadn't she seen it before? She almost died looking for her mom. If she had only realized..it stung, and Tegan was ready to give up on everything. Everything.

Tegan took a deep breath, steadying herself. "Sorry..but I can't scoot over." If she scooted over she would have about two feet of space between the girl sitting on the other side of her. Sorry but that was so so not allowed. Plenty of elbowing room. Tegan didnt want to see that girls future. She didn't want to see anyone's. At all. The only thing she ever did when she used her mutation was searching. It made making decisions easier. The seeing of peoples futures made her terrified to live her own life. Knowing how people turn out is scary. She didn't know why little kids ever wanted this. She flinched, running her fingers down her arms. "no. I know that. I mean your like me. You've been hurt, abandoned and you don't trust anyone. Well..me too." she said softly, meeting his gaze. Tegan could read people easily now. Which was kind of nice... Depending on the day and the person.

Tegan looked down, tears gathering her eyes. "I-Im sorry. But I just got out of there two weeks ago. I'm just..completely alone." she muttered, making herself angry. She had just agreed never to trust this kid. Why was she? It just kind of mostly, a lot ticked her off. She watched as he curled into a fetal position, hiding his face in his knees. She said nothing, just stared ahead, pretending she hadnt said anything. She shouldn't have said anything. She just made the biggest mistake of her life. That and snooping in a scientists office. Those two were on the top.

The girl had some guts to stand up and say what she did, her words stinging like a slap to the cheek. It was disappointing, really, how quickly situations could change. One second someone was offering consolation for someone who obviously looked broken, and the next, he was lashing out because he was upset at everything. When would he learn? The sitsutioncoudl have been avoided if dean had stayed in bed that morning, maybe... Not even waking up. The thought sent chills down deans spine, the thought of suicide making his stomach flutter with nervousness. Why was he having these thoughts? Maybe because he saw nothing going for him. Absolutely nothing at all.

Dean stayed silent like he knew best, his teeth grinding together as he fought to distract himself from the girls voice in his head, her anger and disappointment in him letting him realize that she had actually been sincere. When she spoke again, he hadnt been sure if she was mocking him or being genuine. Her voice had softened once again, a sympathetic look passing between them. Like she knew how he was felling, like she could understand. Well? No one understood. No one even cared. And that was AOK, because quite frankly dean couldn't care any less. His emotions were frustrated, his heart hammering in his chest as his skin began to burn up.

"Then just leave," Dean managed through grit teeth, trying not to lose his shit in front of someone who he had already pissed off. It wouldn't be good for him to get anymore people on his bad side, or to even know about him at all. He couldn't bring it to himself to stand up and leave her on the couch, to retreat somehwere safer, because he knew he'd look like a coward, someone who's feelings had been hurt by a girl. Whatever. So dean sat, his body language slowly untensing itself, undoing the walls that he had barricaded over his heart and mind. He was honestly so sick of dealing with everything by himself.

Dean lifted his head from his knees, a red mark on his cheek where he had put pressure on. How close the girl seemed didnt really matter anymore, it was that her words ran deep, struck home. How could she tell? How did she know? Was he that easy to read, or was she one of those teleporting freaks? Or was it telepathic? Deans hazel eyes blurred over, hot tears coming fast as he bit his tongue, fighting to not cry again. But this time, dean didn feel exactly like this girl would use his weakness to her advantage... Shed help him. He shook his head slowly as a soft whimper escaped him, the tears marking his cheeks now as he cried silently. So? He was crying. What was se going to do? Not like his life could get any worse.

"You don't even know half of it," dean sympathized weakly, his voice wavering as his fingers curled tightly around the fabric on his sweatpants. "Two weeks?" Dean raised an eyebrow, using his hand to wip his cheekbones. "It's tough, I know... The worst part is-is that I didnt come alone, and now... It's like I don't exist to her," he whispered hoarsely, inhaling sharply as he felt himself begin to cry. Scarlett. His sweet, sweet scar. "It's just not fair-!" Dean wailed a bit loudly, scaring off anyone who was nearby. He felt himself move automatically closer to the girl, his arms sliding around her shoulders and squeezing. Tight. If the girl slapped him away, so be it. It gave him little comfort to hug someone, his tears soaking her shirt in seconds as he cried. He just wanted Scarlett back.

Tegan watched as a mixture of emotions flashed across his face. She couldn't read him very well anymore. It was weird for her, not to be able to read someone like a book. The thing with telling the futures, you kind of understand what they are afraid of. You kind of know them. It scared people how well she got them after a just a fleeting touch. His words got to her. Why didn't she just leave? "Because...why don't you? I'd you want to be alone, why come here?" She asked him. Sometimes answering a question with a question was the best way to go. That was the case here. She didn't know why, but she wasn't about to question it either.

She watched him sit up, the look on his face said it all. He thought she was a freak. A loser, someone who didn't deserve the time of day. They all thought that, but none of them let her know this quickly. The guy didn't know her name for gosh sakes. Well..two seconds ago she decidedshe hated him and was never going to trust him. She doesn't know his name either. Maybe she was being quick to judge. Obviously this guy was hurting. She didn't know how badly though. Maybe it was bad enough to make her hurt when she found out, or maybe it was just something she needed to listen too.

Tegan let out a watery laugh, shaking her head. "That's where you are wrong. I know exactly what you are going through." She said softly, biting her lip to hold back tears. She couldnt even count the number of times she bit her lip to hold back the tears, only to cut it open and make it bleed. Her lips looked awful growing up, until it got to the point where she started digging her finger nails into the palm of her hand. That worked too...until her hand began bleeding. Everything Tegan had done to stay strong resulted in more pain. Maybe she wasn't supposed to stay strong...maybe she was supposed to be weak.

Tegan listened too him, knowing that he was in love with who ever this girl was, and she broke his heart. Sad. Tegan actually felt bad for him
It was a weird feeling. She had never had a broken heart herself, always refusing to fall in love, refusing to let anyone in. That way it didn't hurt when someone died, someone got hurt beyond repair. She was so used to emotionally and physically removing herself, that things just got worse as time went on. It sucked. All of the sudden, things went south. He hugged her. It happened so fast that she couldn't react fast enough to prevent it from happening.

She only saw bits and pieces, but enough to confuse her to the point where she wanted to cry. She saw an IPod, two women, one looking just like him but older, and another....looked a year older than him
She didn't hear names, just saw faces. She saw other things, things that went by so fast it didn't even register in her brain that she saw them. She was stiff in his arms, unmoving, almost as if she was in a different world. And then after a three minutes, she was back. She didn't know if she would see anything else...because she hadn't been hugged before. When nothing happened, Tegan collapsed in his arms, sobbing.

"I am so sorry...I didn't mean to see it. I didn't mean too. I am so sorry. I didn't want to." She said softly, crying for the first time in years. She got his shirt wet within seconds, feeling like they were now even. They were getting strange looks from everyone around them, but tegan didn't care. She didn't. This was her first hug since she was seven years old, she was going to take her time. The thing about her power...is she didn't know when she wouldn't see their future again. She wasn't sure if it was every time, or just once. She didn't know, but she was sure she was going to find out. "I am so sorry."

Dean had shaken his head in refusal, not wiling to allow the fact that someone else was indeed suffering as well, the same exact problem he had. It just didn't make sense to him. What good would another broken hearted friend do? Was Scarlett even remotely missing him? The other day, dean had seen her with a big group of girls, giggling without care n their way to dinner. She seemed absolutely fine without him. And it wasn't fair how she had broken his heart like she did. He felt like he was dying from the inside out, withering into nothingness. Nobody understood the feeling like he did, not even this.... Girl. He didnt even know her name.

But looking up from his lap, Dean was beginning to doubt his thoughts. The girls eyes were watering, and a bit of blood materialized on her lip where her teeth dug into te soft flesh. He knew that kind of strategy, he did it all the time now. The girl was, like she had said, like him. She knew the pains of being left behind, alone, abandoned. She knew it, it shone in her eyes. "Hey..." Dean called gently, sympathetic. He was extremely guilty for ever being rude to her, hoping that maybe... At least they could be friends. They both definitely needed one, anyway. Together, maybe life wouldn't be so bad to have someone carry your problems with you, to share that special bond hardships gave you.

He sobbed with his arms squeezing tightly around the girls shoulders, not caring anymore how loud he was crying, how utterly pathetic he seemed on this girls shoulder. Boys weren't supposed to cry. Yet, dean let his heart out, all the frustration, fear, loneliness- everything. He unloaded it all right to her, so confined in his own misery to notice that the girl wasnt hugging back, the girl was rigid, the girl didnt try to comfort him. Not like he was expecting it, anyway. It felt nice just to have a shoulder to cry with, something to occupy his arms. Her sweater was also bunched up in his fingers on her back, just being able to grasp something real giving a sense of comfort.

His heart was achin for Scarlett, and no matter how hard he tried... He couldn't give her up. His true love, his best friend, the motherly figure he had adopted in the labs. The one who defended him, cuddled with him, listened to his nonsense all the time. There would never again e someone who knew him like Scarlett, no one who would ever care like she did. Or so he thought she did. It was all an act, it had to be, for Scarlett to trow it all away at the gates of Maxwell's Academy. It hadn't even seemed like Scarlett had made the slightest effort, even when he sat out in the open, she never approached him. Maybe... She was embarrassed. The knew thought began to stab his chest, make it so he couldn't breathe as he began to gasp for air, his body temperature heating magnificently. "Scar..." He whispered hoarsely, his eyes gazing blankly out the window behind the girl through his blurred vision.

Without warning, the girl collapsed in his arms, actually leaned into him, and began to make a mess of her emotions herself. At first, it was deans turn to freeze up, choke. A girl was crying in his arms, into his shoulder and chest, and it wasnt Scarlett. It was quite a new scenario, one that made deans blood pump quickly, but he soon understood. When he was upset, all he wanted was to be held, for someone just to be there. Well, here he was. Dean bit his own lip, hot tears still trickling down hischeek as he resulted to sniffles. His arms cradled the girl gently, his eyes squeezed shut as they both cried.

When the girl began to weep apologies, saying something about seeing, it left dean thoroughly confused. What could she be seeing? And why was se apologizing? Maybe she was talking to herself. That had to be the the case. But it wasnt. "S-saw what? What did you see? Are you one of those... Mind reader people? Aren't they called like gypsies or something?" Dean managed to question, torn between upset and curiousity. He lifted his head from he girls shoulder, appreciating that te girl ha trusted him enough with her emotions. She'd probably get made fun of for it, but dean wasnt about to go right ahead to tell her. "Why are you sorry?" Dean frowned, a bit unnerved by all the apologizing. What had she done?

Tegan could barley even feel him crying on her, clutching her sweater. She couldn't hear his cries. She was there physically but mentally she was gone. She wasn't in the same place as him, she was in the future. Images flashed before her eyes, people, places, things she didn't want to see ever again, but knew she would. Tegan didn't want to have to go through the rest of her life thinking about these things. Innocence really is bliss in this case. She would have been fine with just the ability to search... But now...now she had no control over what she saw, and it was awful.

She was snapped back to the present, and she just sat there, no longer ridgid, but she wasn't hugging him back either. She could make sense of what she had seen. It was like.. A little bit of everything, so unclear she couldn't tell anyone what she saw. She could barely figure it out herself. Lots of times it was easy to make sense of it, and she could put it into a sentence. Sometimes it was a warning, or a sentence. But that was only when she just saw pictures. For the first time she saw pictures and scenes and it was so weird and uncommon it was freaking her out.

The tears that Tegan had been biting back finally spilled over, and Tegan gave up trying to figure it out. For years she had been resisting physical touch, people, hiding herself away. She was done. Sick and tired. For once she just wanted to be held. She hid her head in his chest, her shoulders shaking with each sob, for a moment he was still, and then, and then he was hugging her back. It felt...good. She liked it. She muttered apology after apology, feeling like she had intruded on something private and only his. Which was true. His future was made for him...she shouldn't be able to see it, without being in it.

Tegan felt him continue to cry, squeezing her tightly. She kind of liked it, this whole touching thing. It felt good. If she could figure out away to control when she saw peoples future, she would make this a regular thing. Shaking hands, hugging, high fives, knuckles, punching, shoulder bumping, fist bumping, cuddling. The things that normal people like Dean could do without being emotionally tramatized. She wanted that freedom for a day. If she could somehow get that freedom, then holy cow...it would be a dream come true.

As soon as Tegans apologies became understandable, the guy sat up straight, obviously confused. He asked her question after question, wanting to find out why. Why she was sorry, what she had seen. She almost laughed when he called her a mind reader. No...thank heavens she wasn't a mind reader. Tegan would never wish that on anyone. Unable to control when you hear others thoughts? That's awful. Awful. She would go insane, probably do something drastic...but no one would miss it at all. She didn't want that to happen..ever.

Tegan finally calmed down enough to tell him why she was sorry. And she did. "T-they made it so I could see the future. Every time I-i make physical contact with someone I see their future." She whispered, her eyes haunted and wide. She didn't make eye contact with him, just looked down at her hands, small tears rolling down her cheeks. "Sometimes it's just pictures, of things that will later become significant in their lives. O-other times its scenes. Scenes of the future." She explained, running her hand through her hair. "W-when you hugged me...I saw both." She finished, bursting into tears.

"I didn't want to see it. I hate it. I don't want to see it." She sobbed, burying her face in her hands. She was sick of her uncontrollable ability. She wanted it gone, out of her...or at least controllable. It wouldn't be so bad if she could resist it. But she couldn't...because she was weak. She was weak and everyone knew it. She looked at the boy, waiting for him to get up, run away and call her a freak, just like everyone else. She didn't expect him to stay, or care. It just...it felt good. She didn't want it to end.

Dean kept his arms around the girl while she cried, obviously struggling to get her emotions in check as her shoulders trembled and her face was buried in his sweatshirt. It was an odd feeling, to comfort instead of be comforted. His own sorrows had trickled down to a case of sniffles, soft hiccups escaping his lips as he listened heartbroken to the girl crying. It was such an awful thing, to hear someone else cry. You just wanted to be there for them, let them know everything would be okay no matter how hard things got. "Shh... It's okay, don't cry..." Dean attempted to coax her, awkwardly rubbing a hand on her back. He didnt know how touchy feely he was being, if it was too much of an invasion of space. But Scarlett had done the same to him, and it worked, so he figured...

Hearing the girls explanation sent an odd shiver down his spine, a bit perplexed on how to react. She saw the future, that was her mutation. Moreover, she saw HIS future. What was in it? Why was se crying so much about it? What happened in the future, what was she not telling him? Was something going to happen to him? Something horrible? It could only explain why she was crying so much. How much did she see? His death? Would he have a family? Would he go through with suicide? Would something happen at the academy? Would he be pranked again later today?

He was silent for several moments, staring with wide, curious eyes. They were puffy and red from crying, and his face was blotchy, but otherwise, he had been distracted from his sorrows just a while. Why would she hate seeing futures? It was cool, in Deans opinion, and it was useful to warn others of dangers, bad decisions. He let go of the girl, remembering that she had mentioned that hugging her had caused her to see it all, and that was the reason she was upset. No need to put her through any more suffering. "You can see futures," dean whispered quietly, staring down at the girl with hazel-blue eyes.

"What did you see? Tell me...!" Dean pleaded curiously, his hands clasped together. He had to know what was out there, if there was even a remote chance that he'd be happy. If there was any way to change how his life was going? He'd take it any day. "Tell me what you saw, what's in my future!" He begged as a frightened look crossed her features, hesitation in her eyes. Dean felt he deserved to know if the bullying would ever stop, if he'd ever find someone else to love him, if he'd die alone and unhappy. There would be so much suffering and stress if he couldn't find out at least something, maybe even a job he would have in the future. A sense of direction would definitely help him, let him understand that he didnt have to end his life so early.

Maybe telling him how his future would go was a bad idea, but Dean never had good judgement. At this point of his life, he was desperate to know what was going on, why he had been out on earth in the first place. People believed that every single person had a purpose, an impact on someone else's life. The only person he impacted for sure was his mother. Nobody else. He wasnt important enough, he didnt understand why everyone seemed to pick on him. "Please, I have to know," dean whispered, his voice breaking as a look of upset crossed his features. "Besides... Maybe it would help you if you... Talked about it, you know?" Dean offered kindly, his voice feeble.

((Make up whatever in his future you want! Don't care how drastic ;) even if he dies in a few years or gets married idgac!!! Surprise me))

Tegan sat in his arms, trying to fight off all the memories of peoples futures she saw. She saw her friends death before she left, and thought she could change it by taking her with her, but all it did was seal it. She couldn't stop anything from happening, because in the future these moments already happened. Pretty much she was going to meet this boy from her birth. Every moment, everything was already planned. This meeting had already happened, and no matter what Tegan did she couldn't change it. There were series of choices you could make each day, and somehow...it was already taken account of. When Tegan did searches it knew exactly what choice would get her where. She could choose that path, but ultimately her future stayed the same.

She wasnt sure what to make of this boys future. Should she tell him? It was so unclear, she would have to touch him again. They would have to let go of this hug and she would have to go back in to tell him what he wanted. Did she want to do that? Force herself to see the things she dreaded seeing? She would to keep her "friend." That's what she was going to call him. Her friend. Even if she knew nothing about him. He was now a friend.. And she would do it.

Tegan nodded at him, fiddling with her thumbs. "Yes." She confirmed, looking up at him. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face pale. She didn't want to see it again, but she would. "When faced with a choice I can search. Which means I can see the outcome of what will happen if I pickan option." She said softly, hoping he would understand. It was here to explain, and she wasn't going to explain it again so he better be happy with that. The moment he released her from his arms she wanted them back around her. She wanted to be touched, ached to be held again. She needed that.

Tegan reached forward, touching his hand gently. Instantly she saw the images and scenes again. They were clearer this time, slower. She could make out tiny details that she couldn't before. She had this far off look in her eyes, her body ridged. She was gone. She saw people, a funeral, an iPod, a baby, two different women, a wedding...she saw so much...she didn't know what to tell him. She was like that for ten minutes, before she came back. She had this haunted look in her eyed, hesitation written all over her face. She didn't want to tell him some of the things she saw.

Finally, she gave in, nodding. "J-just promise you won't hate me. Please. I-i can't change the future. I can only see it." She said softly, her amber eyes wide. His desperation and pleads got to her, finally causing her resolve to break. After a moment, she broke eye contact, looking down at her hands. "I saw a lot. I saw a women...she looked just like you, only older...I-i think she was your mom." She said softly, her heart breaking. "I saw her in a casket." She finished, the tears flowing down her face. "She was gone." She whispered, wringing her hands and preparing for tears. After a moment, she went on.

"I saw you holding a baby." She told him, running her fingers through her hair. She had no idea when these things would happen, all that she knew was that they would. "A girl was in the background, but she was blurry and I couldn't make her out. You seemed...happy." She told him softly, flashing him a small smile before it faded. "I saw an iPod shattering, screaming...and fire. Lots of it. It was burning down houses...the city. I-i don't know why." She was done. The fire part was the one that troubled her the most. "I'm sorry."

Dean held the girls hand with great focus, watching her eyes go distant. He was grateful that the girl had agreed to tell his future, feeling a little silly like he was getting his palm read at a fortune teller's. It was silent for a long while, her eyes glazed over in a distance. The breakfast bell tolled in one of the towers, but he ignored it. His future was more important. At last, when he had become a bit impatient with how long the thing was taking, the girl "woke up". Eager to hear what she had to say, dean stayed close. "Well?" He asked a bit nervous, seeing that the girl was upset by what she had seen coming for him.

"I won't hate you! I know, I know, just tell me...!" He whined, his knee bouncing with anticipation. What was it that was so bad? Then she said it. His mother was in a casket. Before he could hear the rest, tears were dripping down his cheeks, his stomach squeezing as his boy began to heat up immensely. "Mama," he whispered, stammering and choking through his tears. Of course his mother couldnt live forever. But how soon would this happen? He had to go back home, he had to be with her in her last years, months, days even. Dean broke off in sobs, again returning to the comfort and safety of the girls arms.

"When is this? When it'll happen?" Dean demanded, his voice shaking as his heart grieved. It was the future, right? His mother couldn't already be dead. Not after him being gone for three years, leaving her wondering if shed ever see him again. He had to tell sca- no. Dean wouldn't tell Scarlett, she wouldn't care enough. He'd leave in the morning, no- tonight, and he'd somehow trak her down. Being illiterate would prove to be a challenge at train stations, but he would figure it out. He would. Knowing his mother would die presented too many questions for his liking, feeling absolutely sick.

Just when all hope of being happy seemed to vanish, dean picked his head up at the sound of her voice again. A baby...? He would have a child? Never had Dean looked so surprised, with his hazel tear soaked eyes blinking at the girl in disbelief. "A baby...?" He repeated, a bit of hope sprouting in his chest. A baby! That was a big milestone anyone could hve in their lives, one some people didnt even get to see. She mentioned a girl, even though it wasnt clear who, and Dean couldn't help a smile. He was actually happy, she had said. Dean would give anything to be happy again. Although who he hoped was his wife and child would come later, it compensated for his mothers death.

His self pity and depression had nearly vanished knowing that there was something there for him, that his life wouldn't be an endless pit of misery and anger. Suicide no longer appealed to him, and for once, he was optimistic of what was to come. If this was his future, no matter what he did, it would be what came out of his choices. What kind of life he'd be living was another story, but Dean was willing to put aside the torture of being unhappy to find out. What he hadnt been expecting was the girls next point. Of course, his life wouldn't leave him alone. Of course there HA to be something else that happened.

If she was talking about fire... It had to be his doing! A shattered iPod, screaming? Would something happen to his child, his girl? Would they be harmed? Was the fires a result of his anger, him lashing out at everyone? The fact that he still had his iPod had to mean... It was close. It would happen in the next few years, maybe even months. "Fire? Where was it? What kind of fire? Did anybody get hurt?" His heart throbbed in his ears, an a sense of guilt passed over him. What city? Was it his home city, where e would live, or was it a random place? Was it the little quain place they had passed on the way here?

Tegan bit her lip, not knowing what to do. This was hard..she was 16 and she was faced with the decision to either tell this guy what his life had for him, or not. But now that he knew, she couldn't not tell him. It wasn't fair. She had too. Whether she wanted to or not. "Just gimme a second." She muttered at his words, running her fingers through her dark brown hair. She didn't want to lose her new friend...but either way, it end up that. So she searched it. She had to tell him if she wanted to be his friend.

Tegan nervously watched his facial expression as he swore not to hate her and that he understood that she couldn't change it. Good. She told him about his mom, watching as he began to cry again. He launched himself back into her arms, and she was flashed back again into his future, but this time seeing only the fire. What did that mean? She was back after a minute, immediately wrapping her arms around his quivering form. She was going to need to change her shirt again. "Hey...its Ok. It could be a long long time from now. Just know that you will be there when it happens." She promised, patting his back awkwardly. She sucked at comforting.

Tegan smiled lightly as he began to calm down at the mention of a baby. "Yeah..a baby." She promised, her arms still wrapped around him. Neither of them had pulled away and she didn't mind at all. "I think it was a girl. It had blonde hair and was wrapped in a pink blanket." She said with a small smile, running her fingers through her hair. At least she could give him that knowledge. A child, maybe a wife to look forward. Maybe a wife because he could be the type of guy to get a girl pregnant and never marry her. You never know. "Yeah. So I'm sure you have a lot of good things coming for you after that." She said softly, patting his arm.

Tegan knew that that knowledge was good for him, that knowing that would stop him from doing a lot. She knew that because of her search. It was the only part of her mutation that she was even remotely grateful for. All that she knew was that it got her out of the labs, safely. That was what was important...right? The news may have fixed him, but it did nothing for Tegan. She was still alone. He at least had things to look forward too. She had none. She couldn't see her own future. Dumb huh?They could have at least added that on there first.

Tegan watched his expression carefully, her Amber eye cautious as if she was waiting for him to break down again. This time..in guilt. Obviously his mutation was fire, and when he got angry, he literally saw red. At least, according to her observations. So would he be the one to cause this fire? The one with the screaming, the crying, people on the ground not moving, houses being destroyed. Why had it happened? What had happened to make him so...angry? She had seen it three times now, once intentionally, the rest accidents. Did that mean it would come sooner?

She sighed at his quetions, meeting his gaze. "Your guess is as good as mine." She said simply, not knowing the answer. "I see stuff. But I can't tell why, where, when or how these things happen. I just see it. So pretty much all it does is haunt Me." She said simply, looking down again. Her mutation was not a good thing. It was bad. It made people greedy, angry and upset every time she didn't tell them what would happen. She hated doing that to people. And then when she told them they hated it and tried to change it..but it really sealed it. To be honest, Tegan would much rather light herself on fire.

The girls attempts to comfort him seemed to work at least in the slightest, his sobs once again quieted with her gentle words. Even if she was basically handing him his doom ahead, she was being sensitive about it and helping him really understand it all. She made sure that he would be okay, seeing his future would be brighter than what it was then. Soft, warm sighs escaped his cracked lips from crying so much that morning, his hazel e eyes closing momentarily with his head resting on her shoulder comfortably. It felt right laying there, some relief coming with her assurances. The lounge was empty, with all the kids being down in the dining hall for breakfast.

"A baby girl... A blonde baby girl," dean whispered, smiling weakly as his eyes bega to become distant. He wished he could just fast forward the next few years, over the turmoil and disasters, just so he could meet his girls. Dean couldn't help but smile like an idiot, just imagining a tiny baby nestled in his arms, one that would call him daddy. He'd be a good parent, he'd make something out of himself, make his mother proud. Wether she would see him turn his life around or not he had no idea, all he could do was watch and wait. "I think her name's Penelope," dean murmured under his breath, the name suddenly coming to mind. He liked that, he could see a little Penelope in his future. "Thank you... It's what I really needed to hear," he admitted, his eyes closing as he curled up against the girl, rethinking everything that had happened.

So his mother would die, he'd break his iPod, and there'd be a massive fire that did damaged to an entire city, but he would have a family. He would be loved, even with his problems that had kept so many at bay during his life. He'd be happy, truly happy, and have other things to look forward to. Meeting this girl had probably saved his life. He gave her one last hugging squeeze, before pulling away from the girl he still didnt know anything about hesitantly. He was warm, not only from their embrace and his tendency to heat up, but his heart as well. It was teaching him a lesson, that though he may be unhappy right then, that life was treating him miserably, there was things for him awaiting, that the despair wouldn't be permanent.

Dean couldn't hide his disappointment not knowing the technicalities of his fate, particularly the fire, but it did him a little favor not knowing. He wouldn't be as paranoid if he found out what day, where, why the fires would happen. For all he knew, it could have been a bad house fire that spread, completely not his doing. However it was difficult to believe, unlikely that a mutant wouldn't be to blame for the mess. If a fire had struck, dean knew he would use his abilities to quench it, before anyone else got hurt. So the fire... Was inevitable. He sat back on his couch cushion, pulling his sweatpants clad legs up to his chest.

"Hey... I'm sorry I was so mean to you before," dean murmured with shame, avoiding the girls eyes. He had been so afraid that she was here to take advantage of his weaknesses, than the had forgotten to give her a chance. It turned out to be one of the best things that have happened to him side he got to Maxwell's Academy. He even... Gained a friend. He didnt know if the girl considered him as a friend, but Dean saw this girl as someone he could count on. She already knew his life. She'd already seen him at his worst and moodiest, there was no denying the connection between them. She was like him, he was like her.

"I'm... Dean, not sure if you could read that too," he smiled shyly, sticking his hand out to shake. "You can sit next to me," he laughed gently, shaking his head at how he had acted earlier, like a complete and total brat. "You've been nothing but kind to me... Thanks for being here," Dean said gratefully, genuine in his tone. The breakfast bell tolled again, signaling the end of breakfast and giving students ten minutes to get to classes. It was almost eight twenty, and already it had been a rough day for Dean. But unlike those other days, he was a little smarter. He had something going for him, a life ahead of him.

Tegan couldn't help but feel jealousy come ringing through her. He had something to look forward too..yet her future was basically still a mystery. That was the way it was supposed to be, yet she wanted to know if she would have a little baby! Or if she would somehow learn to control her ablitiy. That was her new goal. Controlling it. That way she could read someone's future of her and their own free will. If she didn't want to do it, she didn't have to. The whole idea was easier said than done. How would she learn to control it? Maybe..maybe she could practice on him. She was sure he wouldnt mind. Well..hopefully he wouldn't.

Tegan smiled at His obvious pleasure in knowing he would have a little girl someday. Who would be blonde. Or maybe the baby was bald. Now that she was thinking about it, the baby was probably bald. "Or she was bald. I'm not sure. Just uh..don't come calling me when she has no hair and start yelling at me because I was wrong." She joked softly, a smile playing on her lips. She was glad she could give him this comfort, this knowledge. She saw things going south in her search when she didn't tell him. But on the road she decided to take, he was happy. And happy is a very good thing. Tegan relaxed in his arms, resting her head against his chest as they hugged/cuddled on the couch. The two social outcasts being friends. Who would have thought? Tegan nodded at his words, grinning. "I know." And she really did.

Tegan ran her fingers through her hair, liking this whole hugging thing. She wouldn't mind at all if it never ended actually. But then of course, he did release her. She watched him carefully, knowing he was going over the small details that he had just learned. She thought back on her past, the one thing she remembered vividly. Her mom. The woman who had sold her, pretty much gave her the curse of a mutation..but she also got her there. And she wasn't so angry any more. That was weird..even for Tegan.

She looked up at his words, a small smile playing on her lips. "Its Ok. I was mean to you too after the first time you snapped at me. So.. We are even." She told him with a grin, feeling a lot better. This was a step towards friendship, something she hasn't had in a long time. True friendship, where you trusted the other with everything. It felt...great. "Thank you. For not hating me." She said softly, looking up at him with round eyes. She really appreciated it.

Tegans smile grew when he told her his name. Dean. It fit him. She laughed at his words, shaking her head. "Nope. I didn't see that." She said with a small smile, hesitantly shaking his hand. She focused on him, remaing present.. .and nothing happened. She did it! She blocked it! "I'm Tegan." She said with a smile, unbelievably proud of herself. It could be just a one time thing...but...she did it once, she might be able to do it again. "Thanks." She said softly, scooting over a cushion. She now had permission to sit next to him! Man! What a turn around! She didn't hate him anymore. That's what she decided. "You're welcome." She told him gently, nodding her head. The breakfast bell rang, and her stomach growled. "I'm hungry...want to go to breakfast with me?"

Even with a bald baby, Dean could be happy. Giggling with that goofy laugh of his, he grinned toothily at the girl. "Of course I won't get mad at you," he rolled his eyes, settled with the pure aspect of having a little family. His family had lacked growing up, so it was a chance for him to make things better, do what his father hadnt done for him. He could just imagine the day this girl had been proved right in every little thing she had prophesied, and him calling her each time to tell her she had been right or wrong. The idea that they'd be friends for that long didnt even sound too bad, and actually... Appealed. Alot.

The two made up for their previous fight over a couch pretty quickly, with mutual feelings of friendship towards ech other. He didnt hate the girl any more, his skin for once wasnt burning up at the touch, his emotions were in check. He could relax around her. "Well hey, I started it, and almost set the place on fire," dean admitted sheepishly, ashamed. He really had to control his abilities, before they killed someone, destroyed something. If he burned down te academy, he'd be so dead. All these kids, outcasts from the human world- e would have destroyed a home.

He was a bit surprised at the girls gratitude. Why was she thanking him? He should be thanking her. She had turned his life around, given him a sense of belonging. "Thank me? No... Thank you, you've done so much for me," dean sighed, chuckling lightly. His sweatshirt and her sweater were both soaked through with each others tears, and their clothes were wrinkled from cuddling. It had been a rough yet wonderful morning, and Dean could actually smile without forcing it. "We're friends... Right?" Dean asked a little too hopefully, biting his cheek gently.

The girl hesitated to shake his hand, staring at it like it would bring some kind of disease. Yet, after a moment, the girl took his larger, warmer hand and squeezed gently. She seemed awfully triumphant, a boasting grin spread wider than he had ever seen before. Her smile was contagious, and dean found himself laughing as they shook hands. "Why you lookin' so pleased with yourself?" Dean teased, listening to her name. "Tegan? That's... That's really pretty, it's different," he observed, finding himself sounding out the name. How would it even be spelled? Dean decided nt to think too hard about his best friends name, keeping it locked in his heart forever. He wouldn't ever forget Tegan, the girl who could see.

"I'm a little hungry too, and class starts soon... Why not," he agreed with a shy smile, having been taken aback by her offer. No one had asked him to breakfast before. "Lets go, before the leftovers are taken," dean suggested, wiping his face with the inside of his sweatshirt and removing his beanie. A crack of static rubbed between his messy brown hair, and he fought to smooth the unmanageable strands down, readjusting his beanie on top. He stretched a little, having become one with the couh during their cuddle session, before standing up with a groan. "Lets go, Tegan," he grinned foolishly, until he was sure his face would slip. Having a best turned really made all the difference, and he didnt hate the place so much anymore. But what would he do tonight? Leave and join his mother? Stay with Tegan at the academy? He was lost in thought as their shoes echoed in the empty hallways, his rubber soles squeaking and scuffing the tiles as he dragged his feet while walking.

Scarlett had been searching the halls again, finally giving up once more and stumbling wearily back to the room she’d spent most of her time in lately. Life had been so dull and wicked without Dean. She spent most of her time still looking for him, unable to find him through the many floors and rooms that this school had. There was just so many people... She even had to force herself to act like a popular girl just to ask the ‘populars’ if they’d seen him. It really burned inside at the small possibility that he didn’t want her anymore. That he’d moved on and had someone else he could rely on that way. They’d been together for so long, experienced the same things...

His voice ripped her violently out of her train of thought. It wasn’t just any voice... It was Dean’s voice. Dean! He was here! She had to suppress her excitement and relief at finally finding him, clearing her mind to make sure she wasn’t hearing voices. It used to happen a lot back in the lab, but now she was better. So she crouched down next to the exit of the lounge, pulling her knees to her chest with her arms wrapped tightly around them. It was definitely there, he was in the lounge talking to someone. She could pick up bits and pieces of their conversation, only really hearing the girl’s name and the sound of them getting up and moving closer.

Part of her wanted to get up, to run away and never be seen again. She was scared that she’d just hold him back from making friends like she knew he could. Scarlett didn’t want to be the one holding him back form finding a girl who deserved to be loved by him, since she often didn’t think she was worthy. Over the time they’d spent together, running away from the labs, she’d grown fonder of him. No longer did she see him as the little boy who served as her brother. He was a man she was... She was in love with him. Though she’d never, ever admit it to anyone no matter how many times they asked. He couldn’t possibly like her back.

Poor Dean, he probably thought she’d just left him like that... When really, she’d been staying up past curfew searching to her heart’s extent. Her legs sometimes even got sore from going up and down each flight of stairs. Now he was here, and they were about to see each other for the first time since they’d gotten to the Academy. She was conflicted, trying to just get away from the moment. Maybe if she just buried her head and closed her eyes, she wouldn’t be noticed? Even if she knew it wasn’t true, it was her own little way of reassuring herself. Though it never worked as much as Dean’s arms wrapping around her did.

((Echo! We were gonna have dean and Tegan frolick in the snow outside for a moment, she could follow them and probably get jealous or something :3 idk!!!))

((Oh okay XD))

Tegan laughed at His words, nodding. "that is true...you did start it. To bad I am ending it!" she said with a large smile, relaxing into the couch as she straightened her sweater. It was still a little damp and rumpled, but she didn't mind. If rumpled clothes was the sign of their friendship, she would take it. "Hey I can't control mine either. So...its Ok," she said with a shrug, smiling at him. "Let's not fret over things we can't control." She said sincerely, finding that a lesson she learned a long time ago. It was best just to let things happen

Tegan shrugged, looking at him. Why was he surprised? He saved her from loneliness. That's a pretty big deal. Some people are known to commit suicide because they are so lonely! He could have saved her from that. They might never know, but it was kind of nice to feel like he saved her. "all I did was tell you what lies ahead. It was your choice to look forward to it." she replied, shrugging. She didn't really like feeling so important like she was the savior. She wasn't. She was just...little old Tegan Grace Teller. She nodded at his question, glad he wanted to be friends. "of course! Buddy." she teased, winking at him. She hasn't been able to joke like this in forever. She loved doing it.

Tegan blushed as Dean began laughing at her very proud face and smile. "I blocked it. I didn't see your future. It was the first time." She said with a small shrug. "Im feeling pretty proud of myself!" She admitted, breathing deeply as her face turned back to its normal color. Thank heavens. "Thanks! My mom thought I was going to be a boy..." She said with a small shrug. "So I got stuck with Tegan." Yup. That's the story of her name. She was supposed to be a boy...but surprise! Tegan was a girl. Tegan liked being friends with him. He was a cool kid..totally worth seeing the future. Even if it sucked, right then, she liked it a lot. It got her knew friend didnt it?

Tegan slowly stood up, stretching and successfully popping her back. That felt good. She nodded at his words, crinkling her nose at the idea ofclass. "Ok" She agreed, following him to the cafeteria. They passed by a huge window, giving Tegan the sight she longed for since being sold to the labs. "snow!" she gasped, running over to the window. "Dean! Look! Snow.." she said with a large smile, pressing her face up to the glass. "Let's go outside. Boo breakfast. I want snow." She said with a smile, running to the courtyard. "You coming Dean?" She asked, standing in between the outside and the inside. Her first snow since she was five. Dean had to let her go out. And he had to come too.

Lyra found herself in the lounge after wandering around for a bit. It was just as warm as the entrance, and she just wanted to relax on a sofa and fall asleep. But the rumbling in her stomach told her otherwise.
Lyra spotted a girl at the window, staring out and smiling. Probably at the snow. Lyra gulped as she remembered the horrible few days spent out there. She wandered over to the girl and tapped her on her shoulder.
"Excuse me," she asked, "but do you know where I could find any food? I just arrived here and I'm starving."