Team Work (Zoom Fanfiction): Chapter 2

Dylan ran his hand through his wet as he stared at himself in the mirror. He had been contemplating getting it cut short lately. When he asked Summer if she thought he should, all she would say was she liked his hair but it was up to him. He sighed, leaving the bathroom. He headed into the kitchen to have an afternoon meal and found that almost the whole team was gathered there. Marsha was sitting at the table with Cindy trying to convince that she wanted to eat vegetables. Tucker was sitting on one of the barstools pouring milk on his cereal. Connor appeared to be picking at a sandwich beside Tucker on another barstool. Summer was using her telekinetic powers to cook something, though he was not sure what. The only member of the team that was missing was Jack.

"Where's Jack?" He asked Summer, pulling a granola bar out of a cupboard. It would be a good opportunity to talk to him one-on-one while everyone else was eating.

"I don't know," She was leaning over her cookbook with a deep look of concentration on her face, "maybe in the garage."

She was probably right; he liked spending a lot of time working on the ship. "Tuning it up" was what he liked to call it. Dylan finished his bar and headed for the garage. Sure enough Jack was working on the ship. It was floating a few feet above the ground doing this bobbing dance thing. It was kind of comical to watch.

"JACK," Dylan shouted and wondered whether he should tap on the ship or not. There was no need the lift came down and Dylan went up.

Jack was lying on the floor with his head under one of the control panels.

"You know that Summer could do that right?" Dylan asked crouching down beside him.

"She says there is nothing wrong with it, but I'm not fixing it, I'm making improvements," He poked his head out and pointed his finger at a screwdriver right beside Dylan's foot, "Can you pass me that?"

Dylan handed him the screwdriver and then sat down leaning against the control panel. In a few moments Jack handed him back the screwdriver and asked him for a wrench. They continued exchanging tools for several minutes with nothing else said.

"Jack, how developed did your old team get with their powers before for the gamma radiation?” He needed to slowly lead the conversation in slowly so Jack would not get suspicious. It needed to sound like he was just curious.

“Huh?” Jack slid out from under his work area and sat beside Dylan.

“How developed did your guys’ powers get before the gamma radiation?” Dylan was making the tool box go invisible but not the tools.

“We did not get nearly as far as you did with our training. We weren’t progressing fast enough,” Jack sighed angrily.

"Did you guys get any weird symptons," Dylan feigned thinking for a moment, "like Marksman and the headaches?"

"Nothing in particular," Jack shrugged, "things were a lot worse after the gamma radiation, at least, I am sure they would have gotten there had-”

“The team survived long enough?” Dylan offered and Jack nodded. Silence fell between them, and a few moments later Summer entered the ship. She glanced at the tools on the ground and raised an eyebrow at Jack. In response he shrugged.

“What are you guys talking about?” Summer asked looking at the troubled look on Dylan's face.

“Training and powers,” Jack replied as he stood up, “Dylan just had some questions for me. Is Marsha looking for me?”

“Yeah, she said that she wanted to go over some new training method for Tucker with you,” She was still looking at Dylan at intently.

Jack then left leaving Summer and Dylan alone in the ship. It was completely silent for several minutes before Summer decided to sit down next to him.

“Are you sure you're okay?” She glanced sideways at him. He gave her a smirk and raised his eyebrows.

“I would almost say that you're worried.”

She folded her arms across her chest, “maybe I am.”

“Don't be, I'm fine,” This time he gave her a genuine smile, “and I was thinking that we should put this thing back together and take it out.”

This time it was her turn to raise her eyebrows, “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Maybe I am,” As stood up and held out his hand.

She took it smiling.

Birthday Month!

So summer has officially ended now and September is past. It is now the month of glorious food, thanks, ghost and treats or tricks... and of course that means my birthday! I am turning 20 this year, so I'll be a fifth of a century, halfway to forty and I will officially no longer be one of the "young" peeps in YSA.

I would like to say that I have a lot of things to catch up on but I really did not do many exciting things this summer. I would say the thing that has changed the most is that I have discovered this new thing called fanfiction. I have decided that I am going to post my fanfiction that I write on hear but read at your own discretion as it might be confusing if you don't know what it is relating to. I like writing about various things that people might consider stupid or childish but when has that ever stopped me?! So read my fanfiction posts if you want but be aware that you may have to do some research to understand entirely what is going on.

At some point during my last paragraph I decided to take a break and take a look at previous posts and realized have not posted anything prior to today since April last year! Not even this year! Oh man oh man! There might be a few that need to be updated. I am currently not living at home anymore, I live in a house with five other girls, none of which I am related to! Crazy huh? I also work at this awesome place called a physio clinic as a receptionist. Writing letters is fun and I just recently started to write some missionaries that I know, three to be exact. My goal is to get my count higher so I can get and send out a letter every other week or so. Maybe that sounds terrible but I really think that doing some old fashioned communciation will be a good thing for me and the more often it comes the easier it will be to keep it going. So if anyone knows of anyone who is lacking letters give me their name and address and I'll write to them.

I am thinking of putting up the prologue and maybe the first chapter of my novel to give people a sneak peek but I am not sure if I should or not, feedback? I get pretty nervous letting people read what I write (yet I am writing a blog, makes perfect sense) so I do not often put it up for other eyes to see. I think that maybe I need to start getting out there exposing myself; you know, either to build my confidence because my writing is actually good or to move and do something else with my life because it is not. Well, we will see what happens.

I am hoping to be better at updating this and posting so my writing improves. By the way, if you see any grammar mistakes please let me know, I fear I am not always the best at editing.

Ciao

Team Work (Zoom Fanfiction: Chapter 1)

Dylan sat quietly in his room, breathing deeply. Their last mission had really taken its toll on him. His face in his hands, he inhaled slowly, trying to regain composure. He was doing a pretty good job of hiding everything from his team, the terrible headaches and the nosebleeds. He knew that he should probably tell someone and Summer would be furious if she found out what he was hiding, but he was just too embarrassed. There were actually several times when he tried to bring it Jack or at least ask him about Marksman to see if he had any similar problems. Unfortunately, Cindy or Marsha always managed to interrupt before he got too far with any conversation. It was not that he did not trust them, but Marsha had a tendency to make a big deal out of nothing and Cindy would tell everyone.
A knock came on the door. Dylan looked up quickly as it opened and Summer entered quickly, shutting the door behind her. She studied Dylan before she came and sat down. He was still in his uniform and had a funny look on his face. Summer sat down on the bed and scooted back so she was sitting right beside him.
"Is something wrong?" Her left hand rubbed his shoulder, as her right played with her damp hair. Dylan smiled at her and shook his head. Thank goodness his headache was nearly gone and that his nose no longer had a red liquid running out of it. "You haven't showered yet?"
It was not really a question as it was obvious he had not. He knew that she was really asking, "Why?" as it was what they all normally did when they got back. "I thought I would let Tucker and Jack shower first."
After all they only had two showers and it just short of ended up being split between the guys and girls. Summer smiled satisfied with his answer, "I think they are probably done now."
"Are you trying to hint at something?" He poked her in the side and she squirmed out of reach. Then he asked in mock offence, "Do I smell?"
Summer bit her lip thoughtfully and then an impish grin crept onto her face, "maybe." With that she bounced off the bed and out of his room.