It's Wednesday when Bob comes home from the club where he works and finds Lyn-Z and Gerard sitting at the kitchen table, both of them pale and shaky.
"What happened?" he demands, because he hasn't seen Gerard this overwhelmed since his brother had the breakdown, and he's never seen Lyn look like this.
Lyn-Z chokes out a laugh and turns over one of her hands. It's--it's glowing. What the hell.
"What the hell?"
"I," she says carefully, moving her hand around and moving the light with it, "I think I had a metagene I didn't know about."
Bob sits down, taking her hand and trying to catch the light. It's warm but he can slide his fingers right through it.
"I don't get it," he says, "what is it?"
"We were thinking it's that she manipulates the air, somehow," Gerard offers. "Like, generating energy? Making something out of it?"
Lyn-Z laughs again, watching the light dance over her fingertips. "My mama always said I had too much energy."
"Damn." Bob's having a little trouble articulating his emotions here. "I mean--damn."
"I know," Gerard says. "Fuck, I know."
Lyn-Z snorts. "Hey, I believe I'm the one spontaneously generating light, here. Don't I get to do the angsting?"
They both apologize, but truth is Bob is still kind of shocked. Not that she wasn't always bright, she and Gerard--he feels sappy as fuck thinking it, but they glow. He just never expected it to be literally.
i'll write you more of mine if you'll write me more of yours...
"What happened?" he demands, because he hasn't seen Gerard this overwhelmed since his brother had the breakdown, and he's never seen Lyn look like this.
Lyn-Z chokes out a laugh and turns over one of her hands. It's--it's glowing. What the hell.
"What the hell?"
"I," she says carefully, moving her hand around and moving the light with it, "I think I had a metagene I didn't know about."
Bob sits down, taking her hand and trying to catch the light. It's warm but he can slide his fingers right through it.
"I don't get it," he says, "what is it?"
"We were thinking it's that she manipulates the air, somehow," Gerard offers. "Like, generating energy? Making something out of it?"
Lyn-Z laughs again, watching the light dance over her fingertips. "My mama always said I had too much energy."
"Damn." Bob's having a little trouble articulating his emotions here. "I mean--damn."
"I know," Gerard says. "Fuck, I know."
Lyn-Z snorts. "Hey, I believe I'm the one spontaneously generating light, here. Don't I get to do the angsting?"
They both apologize, but truth is Bob is still kind of shocked. Not that she wasn't always bright, she and Gerard--he feels sappy as fuck thinking it, but they glow. He just never expected it to be literally.