“You give up so easily, Muse.” I mumbled, still sat upon the tree in the middle of the park. I was searching my mind, but I was still watching over Luca.
“Anything that shuts my head up goes.”
"I'd help but I'm a little pre-occupied."
"Uh-huh, well you're the one constantly saying you don't care about it. Just let me get on with it."
"It'll just make you worse, Luca. I'm doing this for you... you just try and hold it off a little longer. Please." His mental voice growled loudly, his mind rebelling against the idea of dropping the needle.
"Luca,” I sighed, "It's your life." He dropped silent and I sighed, "Do what you want; I'll be home soon.... I hope."
"My power is swings and roundabouts. I hope I'll be able to figure it out by this evening."
"I'm sorry for leaving you. I'll wake myself up if Izzy doesn't back off either."
"I can handle Izzy."
"I hope so. I trust you Luca; I hope you can trust me too."
"Sure I trust you, but you know how fucking noisy my brain gets. I want it to shut up."
"And it will... if I can just figure out the last bit of my power, and if I don't fall out of this tree."
"I'm not even gonna ask..."
"I wouldn't." I giggled.
"I'll see you later, Muse."
"Mmm," he mumbled.
I looked at him, "what for?"
"Heh" Once again, silence.
"Well, remember when I told you I wouldn't injure myself trying to help you?”
"I just fell out that tree."
"Clever," he muttered and fell quiet for a moment. "Do you need healing?"
"Where are you?"
"Park, but really. It's fine."
"Do you want me to come over?"
"Nah, Ow, I'll be fine. You do whatever you're doing.
"Well after I put the needle down, Izzy started lecturing me on how I've wasted perfectly good heroin. I'm tempted to stab her with the needle. She won't shut up." he paused. "She's more annoying than my brain."
"Hmm, well, I personally give up for the day. I'll see you at home in a few hours."
"Yeah, If I can get out of here without stabbing Izzy, of course,” he jested, well, I wasn’t sure if he was or not.
"Well hey, it's a needle. She's on the ground floor, too. No need to worry about stairs. Just...I'll be fine," his tone of voice kind of contradicted his words, though.
"I changed my mind... I'm coming to you."
"I don't want you to hurt anyone."
"I'm. Not. Going. To. Hurt. Anyone." He gritted his teeth and snapped something at Izzy as she winked at him again.
About half an hour later I stumbled through the ground floor door, trying to keep the weight off one of my legs, "hey Izzy!" I smiled.
Izzy walked out into the hallway, "who the fuck are you? Get out!" she yelled.
She grabbed something from the table behind her and brought it up in front of her. The gun in her hand was held steady as she flicked the safety off. "Get the fuck out."
"I wish people would stop pointing guns at me, I'm handicapped." I giggled, making her point the gun at the ceiling.
"Izzy," Luca growled from the living room, appearing in the doorway. "I'd really rather you didn't hold my girlfriend at gunpoint," he scowled, grabbing the back of her shirt and pulling her back into the room with him.
I limped into the room after them, "that was impolite; I was only go to say hi.” Luca looked worryingly like he was restraining himself as he snatched the gun out of Izzy's hand, his free hand balled into a fist, neither of them said anything."So you're the amazing Izzy. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you but after having a gun pointed at me I changed my mind."
"Apparently no one taught you to knock first. Can't just walk into someone's apartment and expect them to welcome you with open arms," she snarled, though she didn't look at me. She was glaring at Luca as he put the safety back on and pushed the gun into the waist band of his jeans, covering the rest of it with his shirt.
"Wait sorry. I want to start again." I mumbled, wiping her memory I walked outside and knocked on the door.
There was no answer for a moment. Eventually it was Luca who answered the door. "She's useless," he grumbled, "she has something about answering doors, I swear," he looked at me oddly, seeing for the first time that I was holding my weight on one foot and not the other. "Thought you said you didn't need healing?" he whispered, stepping back to let me in."
"I don't, I told you I'm fine. I didn't want to be a bother."
"Then what's with the limp?" he arched an eyebrow as I hobbled into the living room.
"Broke my leg," I shrugged. "Hey Izzy, just thought I'd say hi. I knew Cancer would be here."
"This is Gemme," Luca explained to her, putting an arm around my waist. The movement had two purposes; firstly, he was telling her once again that he was taken, and secondly, he was looking for the break in my leg, numbing the pain and beginning to heal it.
"Luca I told you there was no need..." I whispered before I picked it up a little. "I can introduce myself." I smiled, "nice to meet you Izzy."
"Don't be ridiculous," he muttered inside my head. Izzy looked from Luca to me and back again critically.
"Hi," she said finally.
I kissed Luca's cheek softly, taking the chance to whisper into his ear, "I'm not. I was okay." I pulled back, looking at Izzy. "So, you got a good business here?" I had no idea what else to say.
"It's good when Cancer doesn't waste my fucking heroin!" she growls, glaring at him and he rolls his eyes.
"The heroin doesn't matter." I smiled, using my almighty Jedi mind tricks hehe.
"You have been practicing," Luca laughs slightly. He looks at Izzy again and manages to smile somehow. "I'm gonna go home now. See ya," he told me. She just nodded and waved us away
I nodded, turning to Luca as we left. "Yeah, I had fun, well, until I fell from the tree."
"You know what, I'm gonna have to ask... What the fuck were you doing sitting in a tree?"
"It's out the view of everyone and it helps with my inner equilibrium... balance. I've never fallen out of a tree before!"
"First time for everything, I guess."
"Hopefully the last too," I murmured, looking at my arms, "I should get changed out of my night gown too. Casting a vision is all well and good but it's still cold." He nodded and held my hand, I looked at his hand quite shocked for a moment before I relaxed... "How come people keep pulling guns on me?”
"I thought it was supposed to be me that freaked out at hand holding and such," he laughed. "I dunno why people keep pulling guns on you though."
"People hate me..." I murmured before looking up and smiling. "But you really should stop healing me.”
"I don't hate you."
"You're a wonderful exception."
He smiled. "And I'm not gonna stop healing you. Why would I do that?"
"Because it may make me learn from my mistakes," I sighed.
He looked at me with an odd look, "But a broken leg?" He laughed and shook his head. "I'm not gonna leave you with a broken leg, Gemme."
"What d'ya mean 'why'? That's a stupid question. Broken legs don't heal right without some kind of attention. It's me or a hospital."
I let out a small whine. "Okay, point taken."
I turned to him. "I love you." I smiled before looking forward again.
He glanced at me and nodded. "I... love you too." There was the tiniest hesitation on the word 'love', once again, but it wasn't as obvious as it had been last time.
I grinned, "Where were you ten years ago?"
"Ten years ago...? Nevada. Why d'ya ask?"
"You wouldn't believe how many injuries I got."
"Hmm. Shame you were on the wrong side of the country, huh? You could come see me."
"Yeah, wouldn't have got very far with a broken leg, waist and arm. Or a bullet in my head, or heart..."
"No... It's weird how life works out sometimes, isn't it? I mean, if we weren't zodiacs, I would still be in Nevada, probably, or dead, and I'd never have met you."
“I'd be dead at the age of 5.”
"Hmm, I have no idea how life might have been if it weren't for what I am. Weird..." his mind flickered with images of the trailer park he had been raised in, half formed questions as he tried to imagine life as a normal person. His thoughts couldn't escape the drugs, believing he'd have ended up doing drugs whichever way life had gone for him.
"Ben told me how you got into drugs... just ponder for a moment, if you didn't have your power, you would never have killed Emily or your mum."
"I know. If I hadn't been such a freakish little shit as a kid, my mom would never have become a whore in the first place," he muttered.
I sighed. "No point worrying about ifs and buts."
"I know that, too. However much of a freakish little shit I am, though, I'm still human; for the most part."
"Hmm," I thought.
He turned to me again, "hmm?"
I considered telling him for a moment before I shook my head. "Nothing," I smiled.
I was starting to get a little annoyed, "Nothing!"
"You're not telling me something," He grumbled, "what is it?"
“Nothing,” I repeated repetitively.
He shot me a piercing glance but said nothing.
"Nothing." he smiled.
I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Ahh but you have something to lose by saying that, I don't."
"If you don't wanna tell me, then don't tell me. I'll live." I giggled. "I'll get it out of you later." He grinned.
His eyes narrowed. "Is that a challenge?"
"Well if you'll remember, I'm very competitive."
"And I still don't think you'll win."
"Me proving you wrong the first time didn't make you believe me?"
"I was wrong before?" I jested.
"Hell yeah. ‘Oh Luca, you have total power over me!'" He winked jestingly and squeezed my hand slightly.
My jaw dropped slightly as I looked at him. "Luca!" I mumbled shocked.
"I was lying."
"You sure didn't sound like you were lying," he smirked
"You were just that bad, I had to lie." I murmured innocently.
"Now, why don't I believe that?" I shrugged. "You're a terrible liar, Gemme," he smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
I huffed, "Well you still won't win this time."
"Right, well, how fast can you run?" He just arched an eyebrow. “Because if you want to prove me wrong, you have to catch me." I laughed, running off down the street. He laughed too, running after me. He caught up easily.
"Damn I'm really out of shape." He chuckled. I shook my head, speeding a little as I got down our street I bolted the rest of the way home. He sprinted alongside me and we reached the front door at the same time. His height is a definitely unfair advantage. I stood at the door and found myself out of breath. "Really unfit."
He glanced at me and my breath came back, the ache in my muscles fading as he smiled, manipulating the lock open. "I'm gonna stop betting with you."
"Shame," he grinned as he walked into the living room, settling on the sofa with his smokes. "Gonna tell me now?"
“No chance. “ He scowled, "Aww poor doggy."
"Yeah, you growl a lot too."
"Doesn't make me a dog," he laughed.
I shrugged, dropping the vision. "I don't know, stop bullying me." I sighed.
"I'm not bullying you. How am I bullying you?"
"If you want me to stop bullying you, it'd be a good idea to tell me how I'm doing it," he said, exasperated.
"Stop pointing out how wrong I always am."
"Aw, I'm sorry. I'll never point it out ever again." He grinned.
"Yes I do. You're right. I’m sorry." He bit back his laughter, trying to hide it in a cloud of smoke as he exhaled his lungful of toxic air.
I laughed and shook my head. "I should get changed."
"Okay. I should really wash this top..."
"Or just take it off."
"Now, now," he grinned, "I know you don't mind, but the neighbours already gave me a weird look for going outside topless. I don't think they appreciate it as much as you do."
"You don't have to go outside." I shrugged.
"I can't stay inside all the time, though."
"Oh, sorry. I was correcting you again," he chuckled.
I slipped off my night gown, throwing it at him. "Well, could you wash this too please?"
He caught it, and looked from me to the clothes dumbly. "Never washed a thing in my life, remember?"
I sighed. "Gimme your top." He threw it at me and I stuck them in the washing machine. "Okay. Now," I stretched. "Clothes would be a good idea." I mumbled, as if reminding myself before turning to run upstairs.
He caught me from behind, his hands around my waist. Pulling me closer, his arms wrapped around me. "Really?" He whispered in my ear playfully, kissing me on the cheek.
“Mmm.” I nodded.
"Hmm well, since you are always right... you should probably go get dressed," he chuckled, sliding his arms back and dropping them to his sides.
I turned to him with a shocked look on my face. "If that's what you want."
Ducking his face down, he brushed my lips with his gently. "Is it what you want?"
I closed my eyes at his teasing contact but smiled, "I asked you first."
"Well, as much as I would love to make it up to you for earlier, I'm suddenly really tired," he mumbled.
"What did you do wrong earlier?"
"You mean apart from the mental breakdown and upsetting you?"
"You didn't upset me."
"You disappeared on me. I confused you, I know I did, and you were saying all that stuff about being second best. It sounded like you were upset to me, to be honest."
I shook my head but it soon turned into a nod, “a little."
He hugged me again. "I'll make it up to you later, when we've had some sleep, yeah?"
I shook my head softly, "come on, you can make it up to me now."
"How, I'm sleepy,"
"I don't need sex to make me happy." I grabbed his hand, he returned the grip and I dragged him upstairs. He followed me silently.
"You'll have to excuse the half-nakedness." I murmured, stepping away from the landing.
"You think I mind?"
"I dunno, do you?"
"No, no I don't mind at all," he smiled.
"Well, let's go to our bed." I smiled. He nodded.
"I promise I'll be here for you in the morning." I mumbled as I slipped into the bed.
"Thank you," he murmured, joining me. His arm went around my waist almost automatically now.
"You're too big for me." I murmured.
"I'm average. You're just small," he smiled.
"Hey! You're big!"
"I'm perfectly average."
"Nooo," I moaned, "but you're twice as big as me, muscley and your arm wraps completely around my waist."
"At least I'm bigger 'cause I work out, not because I'm fat," he chuckled.
"You're still too big for me."
"I apologise. I'll magically shrink while you sleep. When you wake up, I'll be just as midgety as you," he grinned, kissing me firmly.
"That was uncalled for."
"You love me really."
"Yeah, you got me there. But still, I'm not that small."
“To me, I guess for a girl you're probably pretty average too. Not that I know what the average height for girls is."
I shook my head. "Oh well, all the better size to curl up next to you."
"Mmm," he hummed happily, scooping his arm around me.
I curled up into a ball, turning my back to him so I could slide against him just like a jigsaw piece. "Good night, Luca."
"Night, Gemme," he whispered.
"I love you...r heart beat, sweetest lullaby."
"I love you, too," he murmured after a long minute of silence.