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.
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