Adaptation 02
Vherstinae
Patron Saint of Cuddlebugs
- Location
- Home
Adaptation 3.02
"Good mooooorning!"
"Mphvg," I grunted as I pulled the covers over my head. My determination to not be disturbed was stymied when I was pounced. "Lisa, what the hell!?"
The blonde bounced atop me like an excited kitten. "Lockdown's up! Get off your skinny ass and come help us move the furniture back!"
"I hate you so much," I grumbled as she tugged the blanket off of me. I rolled out of bed and stretched, feeling my hair brush all the way down to my tailbone. "Y'know, all this weird shit...sometimes I think it's all a fever dream and I'm still in the locker, or comatose in the hospital..."
"It is," Lisa replied in a ghostly monotone, like a disembodied voice. Her eyes stared ahead, unfocused and blank. "And you need to wake up."
I yelped, springing up on reflex and bonking my head on the ceiling. Lisa burst out laughing.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you fell for that! Nice air, by the way." She strode over and offered me a hand up.
I reached up and grabbed her wrist, tugging with my enhanced strength and yanking her into my lap. I restrained her with one arm while I gave her a noogie. "You ass! You really scared me!"
"Regret! Regret! Seriously, Taylor, let up! You're hurting!" Upon release, she sat upright and rubbed her head, wincing. "Christ, Bugs, felt like you were drilling for oil or something."
I could only give a blush and awkward shrug in reply.
She leaned back against me, visibly more relaxed. "Y'know, when you're not almost breaking my skull by accident, you're pretty cool. There's so much about you I don't know and can't figure out. And while that's frustrating, it's also nice. It feels so sterile to just know so much about people. Takes some of the human element out of friendship."
I looked down at her. "Hey, speaking of not knowing, can I pick your brain for a sec?"
She shrug-nodded, turning a little to look at me better. "Shoot."
"Well, it's something that was on my mind last night. When I was...in the locker, the bugs were fucking eating me. But in the hospital, apparently I didn't have any bug bites or major infections you'd expect from a biohazard like that. And then, when I got home, I could, well, absorb bugs into myself and learn about them. But now? I can't." I demonstrated by calling over a fly to land on my palm. "See? I'm focusing on how it felt as best I can, and nothing."
Lisa nodded to herself. "Okay, I'll admit, that's weird. I don't think I've heard of a power suddenly turning itself off. Unless that was somehow an aspect of your power that your body finds no longer necessary?"
Aisha wandered in and walked right past us, climbing into my bed and tucking herself in. Christ, did that girl have no concept of–
I tilted my head at Lisa. "Yeah, I'm not following."
"Well," she expounded, "it seems to me like you've got two basic sides to your power: Master, which lets you control the bugs and make your new critters; and, let's call it Breaker, which adapts your body over time." The blonde crawled out of my lap and sat facing me. "Powers interact in interesting ways. Some people, when they trigger, seem to 'ping' off of other nearby capes and somehow develop an extra power outside their normal package, in response to the external stimuli."
"Now I'm really not following. Like, so much so that you're in the mountains and I'm on a boat in the Pacific."
Lisa huffed. "I'm saying that you were probably only ever 'supposed' to be a Master. But Shadow Stalker is primarily a Breaker, and she was right there, and she was one of the ones tormenting you. You 'pinged' off her and your body developed a Breaker power of its own, to help you survive the biohazard. Your body absorbed the bugs to protect you, and then let you absorb more so you could better understand how they work." She finished with a shrug. "At least, that's the theory I'm working with. There are too many variables to determine the cause with any certainty, but considering Glory Girl seems to have an emotional aura and triggered when she was with Gallant, the king of emotions, it's at least a hypothesis with some evidence to support it."
I connected the dots in my head. "Okay, I think I get it, but what do you mean 'supposed to be a Master'?"
"Well, nobody really understands the nature of powers, but your story in particular led me to question the conventional wisdom. Like, people say, 'Physical trauma, physical power', and the same for mental, but that doesn't really make sense. While I'm not gonna spill Brian's trigger without his permission, suffice it to say that a Striker or Brute power would have made much more sense if we're going with that theory." Lisa pointed at me. "Likewise, you had a mental trigger. But you didn't trigger when your mom died, and I suspect that was much more scarring than the locker incident."
"Okay..." It was starting to come together. "So what does that mean?" I looked down at my claws.
"Well, I'm starting to suspect that we have the cause and effect reversed. Scientists think that the trigger event causes the powers. But what if it's the powers that determine the trigger event needed, and then our bodies work from there?" She poked me between the eyebrows. "Like, your power is based on control, so it needed a trigger where you desperately wanted control. Because of the bugs causing problems, you get bug control. The breaker bonus was based around healing and survival, likewise, because you wanted to live."
I just blinked. "Holy shit."
"Yeah."
I looked over my shoulder to see who'd said that. Brian and my father were standing in the doorway. Dad smiled at me. "Imagine my surprise when I came to see what was taking so long and got a lecture on parahumans."
"Seriously, Lisa," Brian continued, "you should be in academic papers!"
She blushed a little, thankful for the praise. From the way she acted, I suspected that most of her deductions on this topic came from her brain rather than use of her power. That gave her every reason to feel flattered. "Problem is," she said, "you need solid evidence for that kind of thing and there's very little – if any at all – when it comes to powers. I published my theories once, but nobody paid any attention because I didn't cite other scientists or stick to the narrative they're shilling." She frowned. "That was my next career choice, once I found out somebody with my power would totally get arrested for insider trading."
"You'd make a fantastic researcher," he said before walking over to my bed and tugging the covers off Aisha. How'd she gotten there? He continued talking even as his little sister struggled. "Whether or not we do the whole hero thing, you should share your theories with Piggot. This makes too much sense to not spread the word."
The pieces fell into place and I started laughing. I actually fell back, clutching my stomach as I busted a gut.
"Holy shit," Alec quipped, having wandered over to see the hubbub, "she's turning into the Joker!" Dad slapped him upside the head this time.
I wiped tears from my eyes and propped myself up on an elbow. "Sorry, I just realized something hi-fucking-larious. No matter which way the cause-and-effect goes, Sophia – miss 'Rawr I'm a predator and I'mma kill you!' – got a power designed for running away!" I chuckled a little more.
Dad joined in with the laughs. "Okay, that is a riot. Makes all her bullying a lot less traumatic when you realize she's just a coward trying to justify her own failings."
Brian helped me up, grunting as he hauled me to my feet. "Yeah," I smirked in agreement, "it really puts things in perspective. Emma's crazy. Madison has the emotional range of a toddler, or a slice of bacon. And Sophia's nothing but a wimp who picks on those she can get away with hurting." I gave Brian a thank-you hug and walked over to my father. "It hurts a lot less, realizing that. I only ever wanted to be a good person, and maybe this power is the way I can make a difference..." I stopped, my eyes widening in realization. "Ho-ly shit."
"What? Did you figure out the ultimate question? Can you see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch? Have you found a way to grow boobs?" Alec was grinning like an idiot even as my father restrained himself from striking the teen.
"No, I think I understand why I look like this!"
"Beanpole genes passed down from both pare-mrf?" Alec's sentence was cut short as Aisha popped up beside him and stuck a celery stick in his mouth. He blinked at her.
"Well," I opted to continue as though Alec hadn't interrupted yet again, "some part of a cape's power comes from their mental state. Sorry, dad, but I had – still have – really bad problems with self-loathing. I think my physical changes are coming from that."
"Well it's not really working," Brian smirked. "I'm not normally one to agree with Alec, but he's right in this case: you look pretty cool. And kind of exotic."
"Seconded," Lisa grinned.
I couldn't help the blush that went all the way down to my collarbone.
(BREAK)
Rearranging the furniture was interesting. By this point I was about as strong as Brian and my musculature was much less prone to damage, so I was actually taking the lead on much of the heavy lifting. Lisa had opted to organize our books and movies and conscripted Aisha and Alec into shelving while she sorted. As we worked, I did my best to explain Lisa's theory to Rachel.
"So I was always supposed to make things bigger and tougher, and I settled on dogs?"
I nodded as we shoved the sofa into place. "Pretty much."
"That's fuckin' awesome," she smiled as big as she could without exposing her teeth. I smiled back, lips closed of course.
"My question," Brian huffed as he took a break on the couch we'd just moved, "is why you didn't tell us this theory of yours before, Lisa."
"Didn't think you'd care," she answered simply. "Oh, and also, it helps explain why parahuman children tend to have similar powers as their parents."
"Honestly? A while back I wouldn't have given a shit," Alec said as he shelved another section of DVDs. "But after dealing with Taylor's weirdness? All this theory stuff is kinda cool."
"I second that," dad said as he re-hung pictures we'd had to move to make room for the barricades. "Speaking as a normal human, finding out how powers happen makes them less scary and more fascinating."
The phone rang, and dad looked at the living room handset that was currently unplugged. "I'll get it," he said as he walked to the kitchen.
"So," Aisha spoke up, her tone inquisitive, "does that mean Brian and I could've had the same power, except we got it differently?"
Lisa shrugged. "Maybe? This is all guesswork at this point. But it's definitely a possibility. Actually..." She paused in her sorting. "Thinking about it more, there are even more complications. Look at Lady Photon and Brandish. They're sisters, both with light powers, but while Photon got the typical blaster suite, plus forcefields, Brandish got lightsaber knockoffs. And what's weirder are their kids. Laserdream and Shielder seem to have taken entirely after their mom, while Glory Girl's power drifted further toward the physical and gave her an invincibility field."
"Maybe powers are like genes?" Brian offered. "Manpower's was recessive, so their kids got Lady Photon's power set, while Flashbang's was also dominant so...the powers tried to find a middle point?"
"It's as good an idea as any," Lisa shrugged as she got back to sorting.
"Makes sense to me," Rachel grunted.
We all stopped to blink at that.
"What?" she snapped. "Just 'cause I don't know exactly what rr-spesive means doesn't mean I don't get the idea." She ran a hand through her dark-blonde hair. "I'm not the brightest but I'm no shit-tard."
My father chose that moment to come into the room, looking quite conflicted. He sat down on the couch beside Brian. "So, I just got a call from Alan Barnes."
My head whipped in his direction. "You're shitting me." If there was one thing I didn't need, it was one of the hellbitches coming back into my life. Granted, she was the crazy one and her intentions weren't cruel, but that didn't piss me off any less.
"I kid you not. Apparently Emma's been doing her therapy via webcam during the war and her psychiatrist thinks she's well enough to make amends. He invited us to his place tomorrow for lunch."
"That's quick. Lockdown's being lifted as we speak."
Dad gave a little shrug. "To hear him tell it, Emma's been wracked with guilt and is chomping at the bit to at least try to make amends. He doesn't want to wait and risk her sneaking out to try apologizing."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Damn my moral compass. "...Okay. You can call him back and tell him we'll be there. Out of respect for our old friendship, and out of pity that she went nuts, I'll at least listen to what Emma has to say."
"I'd have just left burning dog shit on his porch," Alec added. "Need anybody to come along with you?"
I tapped my chin. "Well, Mr. Barnes is a lawyer so he can be a slippery bastard, and he was a complete diseased vagina back at Winslow... Lisa, could you come with? You can probably see through any bullshit and cut him down to size." I smiled apologetically at the rest of the group. "I'd honestly like to bring you all, but I doubt rich snoots like the Barneses would agree to host that many people."
"Not without doilies and formal invitations," Aisha smirked.
Alec looked scandalized and tugged one of her cornrows. "Asshole! I was gonna say something to that point!"
She, likewise, yanked some of his long hair. "Then speak up quicker next time, Rapunzel!"
"Rapunzel had blonde hair!"
"Is that really what you're going to argue?"
Remembering the technique's effectiveness the last time she used it, Rachel took off her socks and hurled one at each of the bickering teens.
After that, we were somehow all drawn into the carnage. Socks were soon joined by pillows, towels, and for some reason slices of bread.
It was nice to just cut loose and act like dumb kids.
(BREAK)
Of course, dad made us clean up the mess, even though he'd joined in too. Although he called Alan back while we picked up, so maybe we got the better deal.
"So I'm thinking," Brian said as we trashed the last of the bread, "while you and Lisa are with the Barneses, we'll head back to HQ and see if there's anything left standing. With luck, we can take it and some nearby buildings and turn them into kennels for you and Rachel. Your big bug has to be getting cramped in the garage."
"Good idea. And no, not really. But then again Atlas has been asleep a lot. Fighting so soon after being made took a toll on him. I was actually gonna check on him once we got all this cleaned up."
"How'd you come up with the name, anyway?" Aisha asked from her spot on the couch. Of course. She'd probably been loafing the whole time while we'd been tidying the place.
"Well, he's mostly a huge bug, and his pincers," I mimed the blades, wrists at my cheeks, "look like a cross between a hercules beetle and a stag beetle. So I figure, who's tougher than Hercules? Atlas!"
"Oh. I thought you named him after Charles Atlas."
I just blinked. "How do you even know that name?"
"I used to sneak into Brian's room and read his old comics when I wasn't allowed."
Alec snickered. "Good thing you didn't keep a porn stash."
"Oh, he did. I looked at those after I got my power."
Brian looked scandalized. And like he was going to barf. I couldn't blame him.
"And on that note, I'm going to go hang out with the giant mutant bug because he's less weird than you." I marched off to the garage.
Atlas seemed to come to life as I drew near. He blinked his huge, golden eyes and shook himself in what I figured was the insect version of stretching. There wasn't much room to maneuver, but Atlas wasn't as energetic as the raptor had been. He was stoic; the best way to describe him was as my bodyguard.
I crawled onto his back and leaned forward to hug him around what passed for his neck. "Hey, Atlas. How are you?"
He made a soft buzz in his throat that I took to mean contentment. However, I could feel something else from him. I let my power flow through his body instead of simply allowing his...'presence' to rest at the outskirts of my mind, and I realized he was hungry. I spat up a fresh voicebug and had it go ask Lisa to help me figure out what Atlas would eat. I continued cuddling the big lug until Lisa showed up with the rest of the house in tow, having come out of curiosity. Everybody settled in to lean on the car and watch the show.
The blonde paced around Atlas, studying him, before coming back around to the front and sitting on one of his pincers. It easily supported her weight. Atlas blinked at her and she blinked back. "So, in addition to the new eyes, you gave him eyelids?"
"I guess so. Makes sense, so he can protect his eyes."
She nodded. "Well, best I can figure, Atlas doesn't have a digestive system analogous to any insect or arachnid, nor to a mammal. In fact, I can't think of a single thing that he might eat."
I looked down at Atlas. He looked up at me. I could feel those big, soulful eyes boring into mine. "So he's gonna starve?"
"Maybe," she admitted. "Although, while my power might not be giving me anything, that absence of anything also highlights a possibility."
"Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Conundrum!"
As Brian had said earlier, I couldn't believe I was agreeing with Alec. "Much as it hurts my brain, Lise, Alec has a point. The hell are you talking about?"
Lisa's grin threatened to split her face. "Well, my power's giving me nothing. My power also gives me nothing when I look at the goo from your reservoir. Taking into consideration that you probably wouldn't make something this complex without a way to sustain itself, it's very likely that Atlas will feed on your goo."
"Q.E.D.," Alec sniped. "E stands for 'Ew'."
I looked back at Atlas. He looked back at me. I sighed. "So I gotta play mama bird, huh? Shit."
"No, that comes out the other end." This time it was Aisha.
"I'll have him step on you," I threatened as I slid down his above-the-head, helmet, armor, blade...thing. "Brace yourselves, this is probably gonna get gross."
Atlas leaned up, his mouth parts separating. His mouth was really more like grocery-store automatic doors, two plates sliding out two expose a pinkish-gray tunnel. With no teeth or other way to break down food, his mouth gave credence to Lisa's idea. I hoped it turned out to be accurate. Nasty as this was, I didn't want Atlas to die.
I arched my back and leaned over him, opening my throat and expelling the slime. It was getting easier each time, the process now smooth and calm. I could somehow breathe through my nose as I spewed, so I didn't need to pause. I continued until Atlas' body said he was full. "Good boy." I patted his head and he buzzed again.
"No offense, Taylor," Brian spoke up, "but while that was pretty interesting, it was also gross. I'm glad dinner's not for a while"
"Well," I wiped the last of the slime from my mouth and licked my fingers clean, "if we don't have anything else to do, mind helping me brainstorm a little?"
Brian shrugged. "I guess not, but about what?"
"Well, in addition to names for my different bugs, I'd like some help coming up with reparations to demand from Alan Barnes. Bastard's a lawyer, he's rich, and he works at Brandish's law firm. I'm sure we can think of some stuff that's reasonable but also helpful."
"Good mooooorning!"
"Mphvg," I grunted as I pulled the covers over my head. My determination to not be disturbed was stymied when I was pounced. "Lisa, what the hell!?"
The blonde bounced atop me like an excited kitten. "Lockdown's up! Get off your skinny ass and come help us move the furniture back!"
"I hate you so much," I grumbled as she tugged the blanket off of me. I rolled out of bed and stretched, feeling my hair brush all the way down to my tailbone. "Y'know, all this weird shit...sometimes I think it's all a fever dream and I'm still in the locker, or comatose in the hospital..."
"It is," Lisa replied in a ghostly monotone, like a disembodied voice. Her eyes stared ahead, unfocused and blank. "And you need to wake up."
I yelped, springing up on reflex and bonking my head on the ceiling. Lisa burst out laughing.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you fell for that! Nice air, by the way." She strode over and offered me a hand up.
I reached up and grabbed her wrist, tugging with my enhanced strength and yanking her into my lap. I restrained her with one arm while I gave her a noogie. "You ass! You really scared me!"
"Regret! Regret! Seriously, Taylor, let up! You're hurting!" Upon release, she sat upright and rubbed her head, wincing. "Christ, Bugs, felt like you were drilling for oil or something."
I could only give a blush and awkward shrug in reply.
She leaned back against me, visibly more relaxed. "Y'know, when you're not almost breaking my skull by accident, you're pretty cool. There's so much about you I don't know and can't figure out. And while that's frustrating, it's also nice. It feels so sterile to just know so much about people. Takes some of the human element out of friendship."
I looked down at her. "Hey, speaking of not knowing, can I pick your brain for a sec?"
She shrug-nodded, turning a little to look at me better. "Shoot."
"Well, it's something that was on my mind last night. When I was...in the locker, the bugs were fucking eating me. But in the hospital, apparently I didn't have any bug bites or major infections you'd expect from a biohazard like that. And then, when I got home, I could, well, absorb bugs into myself and learn about them. But now? I can't." I demonstrated by calling over a fly to land on my palm. "See? I'm focusing on how it felt as best I can, and nothing."
Lisa nodded to herself. "Okay, I'll admit, that's weird. I don't think I've heard of a power suddenly turning itself off. Unless that was somehow an aspect of your power that your body finds no longer necessary?"
Aisha wandered in and walked right past us, climbing into my bed and tucking herself in. Christ, did that girl have no concept of–
I tilted my head at Lisa. "Yeah, I'm not following."
"Well," she expounded, "it seems to me like you've got two basic sides to your power: Master, which lets you control the bugs and make your new critters; and, let's call it Breaker, which adapts your body over time." The blonde crawled out of my lap and sat facing me. "Powers interact in interesting ways. Some people, when they trigger, seem to 'ping' off of other nearby capes and somehow develop an extra power outside their normal package, in response to the external stimuli."
"Now I'm really not following. Like, so much so that you're in the mountains and I'm on a boat in the Pacific."
Lisa huffed. "I'm saying that you were probably only ever 'supposed' to be a Master. But Shadow Stalker is primarily a Breaker, and she was right there, and she was one of the ones tormenting you. You 'pinged' off her and your body developed a Breaker power of its own, to help you survive the biohazard. Your body absorbed the bugs to protect you, and then let you absorb more so you could better understand how they work." She finished with a shrug. "At least, that's the theory I'm working with. There are too many variables to determine the cause with any certainty, but considering Glory Girl seems to have an emotional aura and triggered when she was with Gallant, the king of emotions, it's at least a hypothesis with some evidence to support it."
I connected the dots in my head. "Okay, I think I get it, but what do you mean 'supposed to be a Master'?"
"Well, nobody really understands the nature of powers, but your story in particular led me to question the conventional wisdom. Like, people say, 'Physical trauma, physical power', and the same for mental, but that doesn't really make sense. While I'm not gonna spill Brian's trigger without his permission, suffice it to say that a Striker or Brute power would have made much more sense if we're going with that theory." Lisa pointed at me. "Likewise, you had a mental trigger. But you didn't trigger when your mom died, and I suspect that was much more scarring than the locker incident."
"Okay..." It was starting to come together. "So what does that mean?" I looked down at my claws.
"Well, I'm starting to suspect that we have the cause and effect reversed. Scientists think that the trigger event causes the powers. But what if it's the powers that determine the trigger event needed, and then our bodies work from there?" She poked me between the eyebrows. "Like, your power is based on control, so it needed a trigger where you desperately wanted control. Because of the bugs causing problems, you get bug control. The breaker bonus was based around healing and survival, likewise, because you wanted to live."
I just blinked. "Holy shit."
"Yeah."
I looked over my shoulder to see who'd said that. Brian and my father were standing in the doorway. Dad smiled at me. "Imagine my surprise when I came to see what was taking so long and got a lecture on parahumans."
"Seriously, Lisa," Brian continued, "you should be in academic papers!"
She blushed a little, thankful for the praise. From the way she acted, I suspected that most of her deductions on this topic came from her brain rather than use of her power. That gave her every reason to feel flattered. "Problem is," she said, "you need solid evidence for that kind of thing and there's very little – if any at all – when it comes to powers. I published my theories once, but nobody paid any attention because I didn't cite other scientists or stick to the narrative they're shilling." She frowned. "That was my next career choice, once I found out somebody with my power would totally get arrested for insider trading."
"You'd make a fantastic researcher," he said before walking over to my bed and tugging the covers off Aisha. How'd she gotten there? He continued talking even as his little sister struggled. "Whether or not we do the whole hero thing, you should share your theories with Piggot. This makes too much sense to not spread the word."
The pieces fell into place and I started laughing. I actually fell back, clutching my stomach as I busted a gut.
"Holy shit," Alec quipped, having wandered over to see the hubbub, "she's turning into the Joker!" Dad slapped him upside the head this time.
I wiped tears from my eyes and propped myself up on an elbow. "Sorry, I just realized something hi-fucking-larious. No matter which way the cause-and-effect goes, Sophia – miss 'Rawr I'm a predator and I'mma kill you!' – got a power designed for running away!" I chuckled a little more.
Dad joined in with the laughs. "Okay, that is a riot. Makes all her bullying a lot less traumatic when you realize she's just a coward trying to justify her own failings."
Brian helped me up, grunting as he hauled me to my feet. "Yeah," I smirked in agreement, "it really puts things in perspective. Emma's crazy. Madison has the emotional range of a toddler, or a slice of bacon. And Sophia's nothing but a wimp who picks on those she can get away with hurting." I gave Brian a thank-you hug and walked over to my father. "It hurts a lot less, realizing that. I only ever wanted to be a good person, and maybe this power is the way I can make a difference..." I stopped, my eyes widening in realization. "Ho-ly shit."
"What? Did you figure out the ultimate question? Can you see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch? Have you found a way to grow boobs?" Alec was grinning like an idiot even as my father restrained himself from striking the teen.
"No, I think I understand why I look like this!"
"Beanpole genes passed down from both pare-mrf?" Alec's sentence was cut short as Aisha popped up beside him and stuck a celery stick in his mouth. He blinked at her.
"Well," I opted to continue as though Alec hadn't interrupted yet again, "some part of a cape's power comes from their mental state. Sorry, dad, but I had – still have – really bad problems with self-loathing. I think my physical changes are coming from that."
"Well it's not really working," Brian smirked. "I'm not normally one to agree with Alec, but he's right in this case: you look pretty cool. And kind of exotic."
"Seconded," Lisa grinned.
I couldn't help the blush that went all the way down to my collarbone.
(BREAK)
Rearranging the furniture was interesting. By this point I was about as strong as Brian and my musculature was much less prone to damage, so I was actually taking the lead on much of the heavy lifting. Lisa had opted to organize our books and movies and conscripted Aisha and Alec into shelving while she sorted. As we worked, I did my best to explain Lisa's theory to Rachel.
"So I was always supposed to make things bigger and tougher, and I settled on dogs?"
I nodded as we shoved the sofa into place. "Pretty much."
"That's fuckin' awesome," she smiled as big as she could without exposing her teeth. I smiled back, lips closed of course.
"My question," Brian huffed as he took a break on the couch we'd just moved, "is why you didn't tell us this theory of yours before, Lisa."
"Didn't think you'd care," she answered simply. "Oh, and also, it helps explain why parahuman children tend to have similar powers as their parents."
"Honestly? A while back I wouldn't have given a shit," Alec said as he shelved another section of DVDs. "But after dealing with Taylor's weirdness? All this theory stuff is kinda cool."
"I second that," dad said as he re-hung pictures we'd had to move to make room for the barricades. "Speaking as a normal human, finding out how powers happen makes them less scary and more fascinating."
The phone rang, and dad looked at the living room handset that was currently unplugged. "I'll get it," he said as he walked to the kitchen.
"So," Aisha spoke up, her tone inquisitive, "does that mean Brian and I could've had the same power, except we got it differently?"
Lisa shrugged. "Maybe? This is all guesswork at this point. But it's definitely a possibility. Actually..." She paused in her sorting. "Thinking about it more, there are even more complications. Look at Lady Photon and Brandish. They're sisters, both with light powers, but while Photon got the typical blaster suite, plus forcefields, Brandish got lightsaber knockoffs. And what's weirder are their kids. Laserdream and Shielder seem to have taken entirely after their mom, while Glory Girl's power drifted further toward the physical and gave her an invincibility field."
"Maybe powers are like genes?" Brian offered. "Manpower's was recessive, so their kids got Lady Photon's power set, while Flashbang's was also dominant so...the powers tried to find a middle point?"
"It's as good an idea as any," Lisa shrugged as she got back to sorting.
"Makes sense to me," Rachel grunted.
We all stopped to blink at that.
"What?" she snapped. "Just 'cause I don't know exactly what rr-spesive means doesn't mean I don't get the idea." She ran a hand through her dark-blonde hair. "I'm not the brightest but I'm no shit-tard."
My father chose that moment to come into the room, looking quite conflicted. He sat down on the couch beside Brian. "So, I just got a call from Alan Barnes."
My head whipped in his direction. "You're shitting me." If there was one thing I didn't need, it was one of the hellbitches coming back into my life. Granted, she was the crazy one and her intentions weren't cruel, but that didn't piss me off any less.
"I kid you not. Apparently Emma's been doing her therapy via webcam during the war and her psychiatrist thinks she's well enough to make amends. He invited us to his place tomorrow for lunch."
"That's quick. Lockdown's being lifted as we speak."
Dad gave a little shrug. "To hear him tell it, Emma's been wracked with guilt and is chomping at the bit to at least try to make amends. He doesn't want to wait and risk her sneaking out to try apologizing."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Damn my moral compass. "...Okay. You can call him back and tell him we'll be there. Out of respect for our old friendship, and out of pity that she went nuts, I'll at least listen to what Emma has to say."
"I'd have just left burning dog shit on his porch," Alec added. "Need anybody to come along with you?"
I tapped my chin. "Well, Mr. Barnes is a lawyer so he can be a slippery bastard, and he was a complete diseased vagina back at Winslow... Lisa, could you come with? You can probably see through any bullshit and cut him down to size." I smiled apologetically at the rest of the group. "I'd honestly like to bring you all, but I doubt rich snoots like the Barneses would agree to host that many people."
"Not without doilies and formal invitations," Aisha smirked.
Alec looked scandalized and tugged one of her cornrows. "Asshole! I was gonna say something to that point!"
She, likewise, yanked some of his long hair. "Then speak up quicker next time, Rapunzel!"
"Rapunzel had blonde hair!"
"Is that really what you're going to argue?"
Remembering the technique's effectiveness the last time she used it, Rachel took off her socks and hurled one at each of the bickering teens.
After that, we were somehow all drawn into the carnage. Socks were soon joined by pillows, towels, and for some reason slices of bread.
It was nice to just cut loose and act like dumb kids.
(BREAK)
Of course, dad made us clean up the mess, even though he'd joined in too. Although he called Alan back while we picked up, so maybe we got the better deal.
"So I'm thinking," Brian said as we trashed the last of the bread, "while you and Lisa are with the Barneses, we'll head back to HQ and see if there's anything left standing. With luck, we can take it and some nearby buildings and turn them into kennels for you and Rachel. Your big bug has to be getting cramped in the garage."
"Good idea. And no, not really. But then again Atlas has been asleep a lot. Fighting so soon after being made took a toll on him. I was actually gonna check on him once we got all this cleaned up."
"How'd you come up with the name, anyway?" Aisha asked from her spot on the couch. Of course. She'd probably been loafing the whole time while we'd been tidying the place.
"Well, he's mostly a huge bug, and his pincers," I mimed the blades, wrists at my cheeks, "look like a cross between a hercules beetle and a stag beetle. So I figure, who's tougher than Hercules? Atlas!"
"Oh. I thought you named him after Charles Atlas."
I just blinked. "How do you even know that name?"
"I used to sneak into Brian's room and read his old comics when I wasn't allowed."
Alec snickered. "Good thing you didn't keep a porn stash."
"Oh, he did. I looked at those after I got my power."
Brian looked scandalized. And like he was going to barf. I couldn't blame him.
"And on that note, I'm going to go hang out with the giant mutant bug because he's less weird than you." I marched off to the garage.
Atlas seemed to come to life as I drew near. He blinked his huge, golden eyes and shook himself in what I figured was the insect version of stretching. There wasn't much room to maneuver, but Atlas wasn't as energetic as the raptor had been. He was stoic; the best way to describe him was as my bodyguard.
I crawled onto his back and leaned forward to hug him around what passed for his neck. "Hey, Atlas. How are you?"
He made a soft buzz in his throat that I took to mean contentment. However, I could feel something else from him. I let my power flow through his body instead of simply allowing his...'presence' to rest at the outskirts of my mind, and I realized he was hungry. I spat up a fresh voicebug and had it go ask Lisa to help me figure out what Atlas would eat. I continued cuddling the big lug until Lisa showed up with the rest of the house in tow, having come out of curiosity. Everybody settled in to lean on the car and watch the show.
The blonde paced around Atlas, studying him, before coming back around to the front and sitting on one of his pincers. It easily supported her weight. Atlas blinked at her and she blinked back. "So, in addition to the new eyes, you gave him eyelids?"
"I guess so. Makes sense, so he can protect his eyes."
She nodded. "Well, best I can figure, Atlas doesn't have a digestive system analogous to any insect or arachnid, nor to a mammal. In fact, I can't think of a single thing that he might eat."
I looked down at Atlas. He looked up at me. I could feel those big, soulful eyes boring into mine. "So he's gonna starve?"
"Maybe," she admitted. "Although, while my power might not be giving me anything, that absence of anything also highlights a possibility."
"Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Conundrum!"
As Brian had said earlier, I couldn't believe I was agreeing with Alec. "Much as it hurts my brain, Lise, Alec has a point. The hell are you talking about?"
Lisa's grin threatened to split her face. "Well, my power's giving me nothing. My power also gives me nothing when I look at the goo from your reservoir. Taking into consideration that you probably wouldn't make something this complex without a way to sustain itself, it's very likely that Atlas will feed on your goo."
"Q.E.D.," Alec sniped. "E stands for 'Ew'."
I looked back at Atlas. He looked back at me. I sighed. "So I gotta play mama bird, huh? Shit."
"No, that comes out the other end." This time it was Aisha.
"I'll have him step on you," I threatened as I slid down his above-the-head, helmet, armor, blade...thing. "Brace yourselves, this is probably gonna get gross."
Atlas leaned up, his mouth parts separating. His mouth was really more like grocery-store automatic doors, two plates sliding out two expose a pinkish-gray tunnel. With no teeth or other way to break down food, his mouth gave credence to Lisa's idea. I hoped it turned out to be accurate. Nasty as this was, I didn't want Atlas to die.
I arched my back and leaned over him, opening my throat and expelling the slime. It was getting easier each time, the process now smooth and calm. I could somehow breathe through my nose as I spewed, so I didn't need to pause. I continued until Atlas' body said he was full. "Good boy." I patted his head and he buzzed again.
"No offense, Taylor," Brian spoke up, "but while that was pretty interesting, it was also gross. I'm glad dinner's not for a while"
"Well," I wiped the last of the slime from my mouth and licked my fingers clean, "if we don't have anything else to do, mind helping me brainstorm a little?"
Brian shrugged. "I guess not, but about what?"
"Well, in addition to names for my different bugs, I'd like some help coming up with reparations to demand from Alan Barnes. Bastard's a lawyer, he's rich, and he works at Brandish's law firm. I'm sure we can think of some stuff that's reasonable but also helpful."