2007-10-12: Sibling Rivalry

Starring:

Caleb_icon.gif Erin_icon.gif Mikayla_icon.gif

Summary: It's time for pizza night in the McCarty family. Unfortunately, Mika says the wrong thing, Erin has a short temper, and Caleb is friggin' terrifying.

Date It Happened: 12 OCTOBER 2007

Sibling Rivalry


Caleb's Apartment, The Bronx

Mikayla trudges her way up to Caleb's place after a long day at work — mind you, Mika's job is only part-time, since she's got to deal with the whole softball thing, but, still, it's annoying having to do things so that people will give you money. Either way, her labcoat's been left in the car and she's ready for much in the way of pizza and relaxation. Once she finds the appropriate door, she gives it a few firm knocks and just leans against the wall opposite the door, taking even the smallest moment to get a little rest while she waits on Caleb.

—-

From inside the apartment, there are a few thuds - like very heavy foot steps of someone leaping over things, perhaps, then miscellaneous ruffling sounds that in reality is Caleb just remembering to clean up seconds before there's a knock on the door. He's organised this way. However, when he does jerk the door open (forgetting about the chain lock temporarily so he has to shut it again, unlock that, then open the door) the apartment is actually rather clean and tidy. He has on an exciting red T-shirt today, which has a print of an old-fashioned phone crushing a mobile phone in all its circular dial glory. Along with khakis and shoes, it's pretty much how he dresses for any occasion when not in uniform. "Mikayla," he greets, stoicly, and peers (warily?) down the hallway. "Erin's not here yet?"

—-

Sunday's one of those days that Erin usually doesn't have to work. Then again, she has a full-time job through the whole week, so the fact that she gets weekends off - again, usually - makes sense. Given that she hasn't had to deal with the set all day, she's actually in a pretty good mood.

A little late, though, because of city bus traffic. And finding someone who watches the show and wanted an autograph. Still, she's in enough of a decent mood that she doesn't actually dwell on that as she takes the stairs up to Caleb's floor - just in time to see her brother glance down the hall. "I'm here," she says, waving the two-litre of Pepsi she's brought with her. "Impatient much?" She's only a couple minutes past seven o'clock, after all!

—-

Mikayla raises her hand to gives Caleb a cheerful little wave, but stops partway through the wave to shake her head a little, "Uh uh!" Then, she glances over at Erin coming down the way, then looks back to Caleb and points over at her, "There she is!" 'cause that way obviously necessary. She makes to slide past Caleb into the apartment, grinning as she does, "So! Ordered the pizza yet? What're we having tonight? Does it have pineapple on it?"

—-

Thank you, Mika, you're so helpful that way. Caleb flattens himself on the doorframe as Mikayla makes for in his apartment, and he gestures for Erin to do the same. They don't get greetings, they're family. WE TRANSCEND GREETINGS. With the door shut behind him, he points two-handedly towards the furniture. "You guys can sit down." Which is the best way to make sure they don't touch anything. "I ordered pizza, should be here— I don't know. Hawaiian and vegetarian."

—-

Pineapple? On PIZZA? Oh dear lord. Well, Erin can pick it off. Nothing is ruining her good mood tonight! GO FAMILY or something. Maybe they should have done this at her place?

Nah.

She reaches up to ruffle Caleb's hair as she heads into the apartment. "Nothing with pepperoni?" she asks, and perhaps that disappointment isn't merely joking around! How did they all end up so different, really? Then again, Erin isn't part of the Triplet Club, so her tastes are somewhere else entirely. "You get any movies?" she goes on to ask as she touches something.

—-

Mikayla trots right over and flops down on the couch, stretching out happily for a few moments — and with little enough concern for her surroundings that the toe of her shoe comes dangerously near a lamp, but, fortunately, it's spared. Once she's paying attention again, she gasps a little at the idea of movies, "Ooh, I've got Beverly Hills Chihuahua on my laptop, but I totally don't have my S-Video cable with me!" After a momentary glance at Caleb in hopes that he'll volunteer one, she glances around s'more, just in case some rentals are lying around in plain sight.

—-

It's at Caleb's place because he is the token boy in a family of women (apart from dad and he's not involved in this instance) and therefore sort of a doormat. Whether this is true or not, this is his attitude, and still, he suffers. And reaches out to make sure the lamp doesn't crash to its doom. Beverly Hills Chiuahua? "…no S-Video cables," he says, blinking owlishly for a moment. "I'm just fresh out of them, sorry. Here." He picks up a small stack of DVDs, ones he'd actually rented for himself but can double up as pizza-night choices, splitting the stack in two and handed them to his sisters. In Mika's hands she will find Independence Day, a Dutch film called Festen, Blade II and X-Men. Erin will find herself holding Hedwig And The Angry Inch, Backbeat, Lion King and Ice Age. There is something for everyone. Or nothing at all and all for Caleb. But this is what happens when you get him to choose the movies for pizza-night. "I can call and get a pizza you'd want, Erin," he offers, which sounds gracious, if not for the slightly sullen tone of voice.

—-

Finally, Erin sits down on the couch, dropping her bag in front of her and opening it. Yes, there's a script in there, but she doesn't pull it out just yet, for the sole reason that she's got movies thrown into her hands. "Nah, that's okay," she says as she looks through the movies - after giving Caleb a grateful smile that they won't be subjected to chihuahuas tonight. She loves Mikayla, but her taste in movies leaves something to be desired.

Even so, she has a moment of nostalgia when she spots Lion King in the pile. "…Huh," she says. "I haven't seen this since it was in theatres. This one." And the decision is made. Though Caleb probably rented it because there are sloths in it. WTF.

Setting the other movies down, she reaches into her bag for her script. Now she's ready to enjoy the evening!

—-

Mikayla shuffles through her movies for a moment, furrowing her brow a little at "Festen," but attributing it to something that weird booksy people like. She grins a little upon seeing X-Men and picks it out, waving it back and forth a little, "I like this one!" She defers to Erin, though, both because, well, it's Erin, and also because she loves Lion King! Nonetheless, after she sets aside the stack of DVDs, she settles back down on the couch, hugging X-Men against her chest and absentmindedly letting out a little sigh, "Man…I remember when I was little, I used to have SUCH a crush on Gambit! I even did the thing of getting a deck of cards and trying to make them heat up. I thought it worked once, too, but then I realized it's just 'cause my hands are warm…"

—-

Stealing Lion King off Erin, Caleb seems almost surprised that that went so easily. Perhaps they truly are family after all! Hooray! Now he even gets to watch a movie he likes, moving off towards the DVD player to slot in the movie, as Mikayla babbles about her crush on Gambit. That actually draws a rare, if slightly hidden smile from her triplet brother, and he tosses over his shoulder, "I always thought Storm was kind've hot." Among others, but this is not the time nor place. He moves off towards the kitchen to retrieve three (clean but mismatched) glasses for them to drink the Pepsi from, catching sight of Erin's script. "Erin. Seriously?" is all he says.

—-

No, they're all watching Lion King because Erin is always right, and this was her choice. It had nothing to do with agreeing as a family unit or whatever the hell else. She does roll her eyes at the mere thought of watching X-men, though. Don't they have enough of that in real life now? Not that Mikayla would know; even so, that doesn't stop her from saying rather snappishly, "Well, just be glad you're not some sort of freak." Cryptic, see? Still not in a bad mood, though, not really, as she takes the glass from Caleb and sets it next to the bottle of Pepsi on the table. Blue eyes look somewhat confused when Caleb speaks, though she figures it out soon enough. "…Yeah, I have lines. Don't worry, I'm not going to— Do we have to argue over this again?"

—-

Mikayla gives a little cheer and sits up straight so she can pour herself some Pepsi. As she pours, she looks back and forth between her siblings a little (miraculously spilling nothing while she does). For a few moments, she stays super-quiet and unobstrusive, taking the position of the younger sister, even if she's the same age as Caleb. However, after a few moments, she feels the need to break up this argument before it starts, so she tries to throw in a joke — and an off-the-cuff joke from Mika's nothing to write home about, "Oh, um…yeah, Caleb! I could see you and Storm running off together in a whirlwind romance." She waits half a beat, as if giving time for a rimshot, and then furrows her brow, "But thinking about you with a girl is weird. It's like you're sworn to Calebacy or something."

—-

"I have lines too," Caleb points out, but no, he doesn't seem keen to argue this now. He does look somewhat disapproving of the script in Erin's hands, giving her a dismissive shrug and flopping down into the armchair, reaching to pour himself a drink once Mika's done. And manages to splash some Pepsi over the side as 'Calebacy' crops up. That was far, far too quick for Mikayla, or so he'd have thought. "I. I'm not— huh? It's not weird. Well it is weird." A glance to Erin. His expression reads: HALP! Subtly.

—-

"Well, yeah, you should be— " Studying them. But seriously, when Mikayla comes up with 'Calebacy' out of nowhere, the argument is forgotten. Seriously, she's having about the same thought as her brother at the moment, and that is 'How the hell did she think of that one!?' Help? HELP? Noooo. Sorry, Bro, but Erin's going to cover her mouth with her script and just crack up as quietly as she can, before holding up her hand to Mika for a high-five. "That was awesome."

—-

Mikayla gets this GINORMOUS grin on her face when everything good happens at once— she's impressed Erin, Caleb's looking awkward, and the argument is apparently averted; victory! She gives Erin the high five, but then leans over to latch onto Caleb in a big, tight hug that's more bearish than sistery, all the while cooing at her brother, "Awwwwww, you know I love ya anyway! It just means more love for the books, right?" All of this is followed up with a big smooch on the cheek, just to worsen Caleb's awkwardness.

—-

Caleb wrinkles his nose when he's hugged and then smooched, looking about ten years younger because of it as he shrinks away in a more exaggerated way than necessary. Cooties, sisters have them. "Well books are awesome," he says, blandly, mock-shoving Mikayla away. "I'd be bad at have a girlfriend, mutants or not. I don't feel love." This is said very dryly, as if he were stating fact, but obviously he's joking. Maybe. After all, he loves sloths.

—-

Yeah, Erin's impressed. Actually, she's not sure if it was an accident on Mikayla's part or actual wit, but it was still hilarious, and that's all that matters at the moment. Also, did she ever tell Mikayla that she's adorable? No? Well she's not going to start now. Instead, she pages through the script until she finds her first highlighted lines.

She's a little sensitive about the mutants thing, and gives Caleb a bit of a look, even if he's talking about Storm and not, say, their family. Ix-nay on the mentioning their abnormality around Mikayla, huh? …That look seems to say. "You do too feel love," she mutters.

—-

Mikayla frowns a little for half a moment at the mention of not feeling love, but dismisses the comment, rolling her eyes instead. She nudges Caleb's side firmly and gives him a dubious look, "Oh c'mon! Everybody feels love! I mean, if you ever did get with Storm, and it turned out she was a really cool girl that liked sloths and books, and, um…books about sloths, and you guys had been forever for years and years and years, and you were all old and white-haired, and she was all old white-hai—well, old, there's no way you'd be all 'I DON'T FEEL LOVE!'"

—-

"Okay, okay. I feel love. Like a toaster." What? Well it makes sense to him. Hurriedly, Caleb picks up the DVD player's remote and hits Enter, letting the disc start up just as there's a knock on the door, inevitably someone delivering vegetarian and Hawaiian (aaahhh hams) to his door. "I'll get it," he says, rather glad for an excuse to get out of this conversation before he starts wondering whether Halle Berry would ever look twice at him, standing up to head for the door.

—-

Erin arches her eyebrows, going back to look at the script as Mikayla makes the case for Storm liking sloths and books and slothbooks. The nattering is starting to get on her nerves a little, but she has a good mood which can not so easily be dismissed. This is probably why she doesn't hang around her sister that often. And possibly why Janet isn't speaking to her at all.

AAAAH HAMS

…Is the first thing Erin can smell when the door is opened. For the moment, and as Caleb pays, she turns her attention to the Lion King. What an excellent movie! The wonderful use of colour! THE MUSIC! "I don't really think he has a snowball's chance with Storm," Erin tells Mika.

—-

Mikayla nods quickly in agreement with Erin as she ponders over the toaster comment, "I know, right? She'd see him and she'd be all "Aw hail no!" That is, of course, accompanied by a head-weave and an overblown accent to fit the stereotype. When the pizza arrives, being the goody-two-shoes she tends to be, the hops up, albeit a few moments later, due to her need to keep on with the corny puns, and goes to help Caleb in case something needs carrying.

—-

One pizza box is handed to Mikayla, who gets a look for her Storm impression, and after he'd paid the pizza guy, he moves to place his own pizza box down onto the round coffee table separating couch and TV. "Like you'd know all about the ways of mutant women, Erin?" he asks, and yes, a very deliberate jab her way before he, again, flops down into his armchair as the Circle of Life plays in the background.

—-

She would, in fact, know quite a bit about mutant women. The good mood isn't quite gone yet, but the comment earns a glare and a scowl, and a "Don't, before she turns back to look at the TV. She can watch Lion King, see? There's a tenseness in her shoulders, though, as she concentrates specifically on not losing her temper. Of all the things that could happen tonight, she wants that to happen the least. Maybe she should have gone to see Cass already, but she hasn't yet. She reaches for the box Mikayla has, and pulls out a piece of pizza for herself. Erin's not about to bother picking things off now. Hell, she hasn't even waited for a plate! She's just going to stew and hope that dinner and a movie restores her good mood.

Of course, the best laid plans… Her eyes already have that slightly metallic shine to them.

—-

Mikayla furrows her brow a little, once again, as that sharp response comes from Erin. Like a good l'il girl, she fetches plates and paper towels before returning to the couch and getting some pizza for herself. As she's carefully removing a couple of slices from the pizza, she puts in her own thoughts on the matter, to break the frigid silence, "I dunno…I mean, a lotta boys are intimidated by me, 'cause I'm all sportsy and fit and stuff, and I can probably beat them up if I want to, so, like, I can only imagine that if I had super-amazing powers, boys would run away, like, real quick! I'd never find a date…"

—-

God she talks. Over Mika's talking, Caleb watches Erin carefully, and that flash of metallic shining in her eyes is not unfamiliar. His expression turns serious (seriouser) but he doesn't say anything, just taking one of plates Mika's brought back and loading it up on pizza— and actually listening to what's being said, wincing. "Okay hey, the movie's started," he interjects feebly, even if it had started quite a few minutes ago.

—-

It's really not Mika's fault, but she can't really understand how much that last little statement - innocent as it might have been intended - hurts. She's already had issues with Taine thinking she's a complete freak, and even if Caleb thinks it's cool, even if she's back on good terms with Taine… Well, that little spike of anger is all it takes. That glare turns to her sister, and even if she doesn't mean for it to happen, she's going to start making Mikayla feel very, very sick. Of course, with no way to direct it, it'll probably affect Caleb, too. By the time she realises what's happening, it's too late to stop it.

—-

There's a clatter as Caleb sets down his plate of pizza, feeling that rush of feverish heat and nausea. "Erin," he says, but he's reaching for Mikayla, a hand resting almost comfortingly on her back. "Erin, stop it— make it stop." This is not how pizza night is supposed to go, a hand clenching the side of the coffee table as he tries to ignore the symptoms suddenly arising.

—-

Oh, no. Mika.

Now she has to be angry about the fact that she's pretty much thrown her own secret right at a blabbermouth who's going to end up telling the whole world. She tries to stop it, but the best she can do is make the symptoms stop getting worse. Even if she does manage to look worried - and she is… the last thing she wants to do is kill her brother and sister - Mikayla's comment hurt. "Sorry, sorry, hang on," she says. Think of something she likes. Like… Puppies. Puppies are cute and totally non-angering. So, closing her eyes, she thinks about puppies and also the fact that she'll never have a boyfriend because she's too much of a freak.

She doesn't even want a boyfriend.

"Caleb, I can't."

—-

Mikayla doesn't really have time to wonder what Caleb's telling Mika to stop, or why that glare made her feel so sick — it'll be elementary logic to figure out once she's NOT in horrible agony. For the moment, she instinctively curls up in a ball nestled in the crook between Caleb and the back of the couch. It seems the most pronounced of all the symptoms are the thermal ones — she's shivering like nobody's business while breaking into quite a sweat. While her insides squirm and express their general discontent, she whimpers a whole lot more, only a few words coming out at all comprehensible, and those sound something like "What's going onnnn?"

—-

Mika seems to be the target of this sickness, even if Caleb is feeling the affects. All the same, he is able to stand and stagger over to Erin. As for what's going on… Mikayla will have to figure that out herself or wait for someone to explain it to her, because Caleb is focusing on the source of the problem. His hands clasp on to Erin's hands, in an almost brotherly, supportive gesture, kneeling down in front of her. "You can," he says, sweat breaking out along his brow as heat and chills shudder through him. "You did— did it before, just make it stop. Just calm— " He doesn't go 'augh' out loud, but insides feeling like they're all squeezing simultaneously. As if in response, Erin's hands are squeezed - in a grip much more powerful than it should be, and though nothing breaks or bends woefully out of whack, bones shift, subtly, in ways they shouldn't.

—-

She can. She has to. In fact, she's just starting to get to that point where she's tired enough where the effects will start to burn themselves out. Still, she can't seem to end it… Luck is not on her side this time, it seems. Opening her eyes when Caleb takes her hands, she grits her teeth and tries to calm down. Pictures of her siblings in terrible shape flit through her mind, all of which are incredibly sobering. The last thing she wants is— for—

The scream that follows as her hands are squeezed is probably loud enough to hear in the next apartment over. It does the trick, though - her eyes going dull as her concentration turns wholly to just how much that hurts. Ripping her hands away from her brother, she flops onto her side on the couch, curling up in a way very similar to Mikayla. "Caleb! CALEB OW!"

Wide eyes stare at hands that are just slightly gnarled. Erin had no idea that Caleb could actually do this to people instead of just objects. And, hey, now it's her turn to be afraid! At this point, though, the illness that's affecting both of them will start to abate as suddenly as it appeared. They'll still be left with a lingering illness, but that's nothing Erin can't fix. It's just that she's not really in a state to do so right now.

—-

Mikayla starts to breathe slightly more easily as the effects start to lighten, but then she draws in a slight gasp as Caleb breaks Mika's concentration completely and the effects vanish. Unfortunately, there are always the residual effects — so Mika doesn't feel like a million bucks, but she doesn't feel like a few dozen lira anymore. Her eyes are abruptly wide open to try and see what happened between Erin and Caleb, if anyone's hurt, and how she can (futilely) hope to help. Mika watches her siblings in stunned silence, staying quite securely in her ball, even though there isn't any pain to keep her there, now.

—-

When Erin screams and rips her hands from his grip, Caleb lets go, falling back, suddenly startled, and giving Erin a look of honest confusion. "What did— " And his eyes go to her hands, which have— a somewhat injured and yet not bloodied look about him, and his stomach feels like it's turned over. "I… I didn't do that." A lie, and he and Erin both know it, even if Mikayla hasn't a clue. "I didn't know I could do that." He barely even notices that his symptoms have backed off, keeping his distance from Erin, now, as if wary he'll hurt her again.

—-

She hasn't really cried in a long time, but it feels like her hands are in a vice or something, and so she's definitely at that point where she can throw vanity to the wind and just bawl. And somewhere through all of that pain, she realises that Mikayla is probably terrified — Erin certainly is! Then again, she already knew that Caleb had an ability. Her eyes rest on her sister for a moment, to make sure she hasn't run off in her terror. "Fix it!" she says to Caleb, even if she's half-subconsciously pulling away from Caleb even as he's backing away from her. She doesn't want him to hurt her again and the fact that he just touched her and— And… "What the hell did you do!?"

—-

Just as her sister predicted, Mika's utterly terrified — she doesn't know exactly what's going on, but she knows everyone in the room has been either injured or inflicted with serious symptoms of some kind; all of it is very mysterious and has something to do with her siblings, but her brain just can't process it all. More than anything, her brother and her sister yelling and screaming at each other just exacerbates the situations ten times over. So, Mika just stares in abject terror — the only real change in her whatsoever in her motionless shape is the sight of tears welling up in her eyes and the sound of those sharp, non-rhythmic, little gasps for air that punctuate a good, hard cry.

—-

Well this is great. Just great. Caleb stays frozen even as Erin demands he fix whatever he did, because— he's not even sure he can. He's never— not on a person— that must be painful. He glances to Mikayla, flinches a little at the obvious fear in her eyes, and slooowly, he shifts back towards Erin, reaching out his hands again, but not about to take hers until she allows it. "Let me see. If— if I fix it it'll still hurt but…" he says, voice still wavering and eyes wide. Meanwhile, the Lion King still plays quietly in the background.

—-

Mikayla's not the only one who's afraid. Even so, Erin's willing to give Caleb the chance to fix things, looking at him through the tears in her eyes. She glances between him and her sister as she tentatively holds out her hands. This is either a very bad idea, or a very good one… She's not sure she'll know for certain until after Caleb does something one way or the other. "We— We're gonna… Have a lot… Of explaining to do." She sniffles, trying - TRYING - to smile for Mika. It's not really working, though. Hi! Your siblings are mutants!

—-

Mikayla, as scared as she is, finally manages to tear her eyes away from her siblings for a moment, since they seem to have stopped trying to hurt each other, now. For half a moment, she glances away, only to see Mufasa fall into a stampede of wildebeest, a sight that really sets her to bawling. She squirms her way over to the corner of the couch and huddles up in it before burying her face in her knees and just -crying-. She's not so much sad (other than about Mufasa), it's just that she's very…very…VERY confused.

—-

He wants to comfort Mikayla. He does. But he needs to fix this first. "Try not to make a sound," Caleb says, quietly and harshly, to Erin, as he takes her hands in his own. Gently, he tries to feel what's happened to her bones - they're all seemed to curve inwards, but no breaks. He abandons one hand to rest both of his own around her right. He's no doctor, but he's worked side by side with— vets. Yes. And he's practiced his ability on smaller things so maybe it'll be okay! Maybe. "Here goes," he says, before he concentrates, and bends the bones back into place, individually, one by one. It's going to hurt, her hands are going to be bruised, but everything will be shaped the way they should be. If he's allowed, he will continue onto the next hand, jaw set.

—-

Try not to make a sound!? That's much easier said than done, and Erin feels it's just slightly stupid, too, but she does her best, biting down hard on her lip and squeezing her eyes shut. Each time he bends a bone back into place, she whimpers, or squeaks, but manages through some act of God not to scream again, even if she wants to. With one hand finished, though still sore, she opens one eye to look, to see that it actually appears how it's supposed to. Tempted to pull her hand away, she nevertheless allows Caleb to work on the other one… And she's breathing a whole lot easier knowing that she isn't going to be deformed for the rest of her life. Holding out the fixed (Albeit black and blue) hand, she motions toward her sister. "Mika, it's okay. Come here."

—-

Mikayla looks up when she hears her name and blinks away tears real quick so she can actually see decently. She makes no attempt whatsoever to hide the obvious look of hesitance that accompanies the idea of getting any closer to her sister than necessary. However, some combination of pity over being beckoned with a bruised-up hand and some lingering degree of being cowed by what Erin did to her convinces her to slowly get down off the couch and trudge over to her sister, not really even sure what to do with herself when she gets there.

—-

Click! The TV is switched off for now, because they're missing it, and also, it doesn't provide a very suitable backdrop of noise. Caleb shuffles back to give Mikayla room to get to Erin, but he's not looking at either sister right now. Because suddenly, superpowers aren't so cool anymore and he's never done anything he didn't truly mean to. The fact that he fixed her hands is all well and good, but… those are what he watches, the bruised hands, unsure if she'll still need to see a doctor.

—-

Erin's hands seem to be okay, even if they're still sore. She sits up again, blinking the tears away, even if they insist on continuing. She's not looking at Caleb, either, at the moment, focusing her concentration on Mikayla. She's not so good with the sibling pep-talks, but she reaches for one of the other girl's hands, anyway. The touch hurts… Maybe she could use some ice. "Mika, you can't tell anyone." Probably not the best start, but - again, not the best at this comfort thing. She doesn't want her sister to be afraid of them, and certainly wants Mikayla to know that they really aren't scary, but nothing like that is said. Janet would be better at this, she's sure. Even Caleb. Actually, Mikayla would be the best at it, but she's currently the one who needs comforting.

—-

Mikayla tenses slightly at the touch, and downright frowns at Erin's words. She stares at Erin in silence for a second or two, and then starts to shake her head ever so slowly, "I…I don't even know what's going on! I'm guessing from what Caleb said, you made me feel like that…and then he did -this- to your hands?" She lifts up the hand that's around hers, staring at it in disbelief, "But…but what I don't understand is HOW? Or even WHAT? What ARE you guys?" After she's gotten that far, Mika suddenly stops in the middle of what would usually be the beginning of a ramble — however, she's stopped and simply looks back and forth between her siblings with an alarmed sort of look.

—-

Caleb shifts back to kind of sit cross-legged on the floor, glancing towards Erin, quick to answer Mikayla. He knows how much this bothers his older sister so he'll field the questions as much as she can before they all DIE. "We're the same as you, Mika," he says, now finally looking at her. Another glance to Erin. "But we can do things. Erin can make people sick— and then not sick. I can…" He trails off, unsure exactly what it is he can do, anymore.

—-

What they are? This actually doesn't make Erin angry so much as it stings. She doesn't know what she is… She'd like to think she's human, though, in some way. At the question, she looks away from Mikayla. Speaking of making them not sick, though, she can feel the lingering viruses inside them, that will make them sick if allowed to get a foothold in their systems. She's tired and in pain, but as she closes her eyes so that Mika isn't further traumatised, she kills the little particles before they have the chance to multiply. "It was an accident, Mikayla. I'd never do that on purpose. I just can't control it yet. Caleb can— " She's not sure how to describe it, either. Pulling her hands away from her sister, she looks at the spreading black and blue bruises all around them, then reaches for her still-empty glass and hands it to her brother. "Show her."

—-

Mikayla continues glancing back and forth for a second, still looking mighty apprehensive, "But you're NOT like me! I can't do stuff like that! For all I know, you're space aliens that have taken over Erin and Caleb's lives! For all I know, you're…you're…I don't know! I mean, where do you even learn to do stuff like that?! I can't do it, so it has to be radioactive spiders or gamma rays or something!" Mika's really getting freaked out about it all, it seems, as she's starting to breathe a little too quickly, and isn't even trying to stop rambling.

—-

The glass is taken, but not crumpled yet. He's not about to freak anymore sisters out, if he can help it. "Mikayla," he says, not loud exactly, but sharper. "We're not aliens. That's stupid. We just— I don't know how we're able to do the things we can do, okay? We don't get it either." It's not actually on purpose that his grip on the glass tightens, and the structure immediately collapses. Like Erin's hands, it doesn't break, but it twists inwards with a crinkling kind of sound, and he glances down at it. Fine. He places the now crumpled glass on the table with a hint of defiance.

—-

She knows better than to lose her temper again. Still, it feels like Mikayla's gleefully stabbing away at her heart! Not that Erin has a heart, being a space alien and all. And everyone knows that aliens have no hearts. Her jaw quivers a little, and she looks away. "Ouch, Mika," she mutters, rubbing her hands. If she hadn't made up her mind yet, she has now. She's ging to see Cass as soon as possible, and see if she can get this under control. Even if she's a horrible person, she still loves her family.

She looks down at the glass. This seems slightly less cool than it was before he did the same thing to her hands. "I have a book that I think you should read. Both of you."

—-

Mikayla watches Caleb's demonstration in silence (aside from her breathing), and then just slumps down and sits on the floor next to where Erin's at. With a heavy sigh, Mika forcibly calms herself and sets her head against her sister's knee while staring at her brother. After a little more silence, she shakes her head very slightly, "This has gotta be some kinda dream…this stuff isn't -real-! Real people can't DO that…" Mika glances up at Erin for a second, and then slumps more heavily against her leg, "But I guess you guys are you guys, so…well…I guess there isn't much of anybody more believable…but still…it's…weird. And apparently dangerous." The mention of a book goes without response — even when she's freaked out, reading a book isn't Mika's first source of enjoyment.

—-

Well she didn't start crying again. That's a plus. Caleb nervously rubs his hands together, shrugging at his triplet sibling. "I'd rather be a dream person than an alien," he says, more to himself than anyone else, and with far too much seriousness for such a statement. Erin is frowned at, now. "What book?" he asks, a little suspiciously. He didn't even try looking for books about this kinda thing, because if it was a subject, people would know about it. Right?

—-

Erin rolls her eyes. "God, I wish it was a dream, Mika," she says, resting her hand atop her sister's head. Ow. Ow. That hurts. Maybe she should go to the hospital. Claim she got her hands… stuck in a door or something. Sure. That'll work. And when they look and find no visible injury, they're going to be wondering what the hell happened, and she won't be able to tell them. "It's okay, though. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out… But I mean it. You can't tell anyone. It's important."

She reaches for her bag, though the very action of touching it has her wincing. At least her hands aren't broken. Eventually, she locates the copy of Activating Evolution that she bought from Cass. "This kind of helps explain what's going on with us. I think. It makes sense, anyway, as far as I can tell."

—-

Mikayla takes the book from Erin and hands it over to Caleb while nodding slightly in response to Erin, "I won't tell…don't worry. I mean, nobody's gonna listen to me if I do, so, yeah…" With another heavy sigh, Mika wipes away any remaining tears and draws in a deep breath, regaining her calm as completely as she can. She's not to where she can even consider eating pizza, or even cleaning up the pieces that were dropped, but at least she can look up at Erin without hesitance and even force a smile, "Sorry for freaking out, but…you know…"

—-

The book is snatched away from Mikayla, Caleb saying nothing as he studies the cover, the back, the details on the first few pages, before randomly thumbing his way through it. He's never heard of it and would definitely have read it back to back had that been the case. The fact that Erin found it is kind of annoying, actually! He's meant to be the bookworm. "Wow," he breathes. "I didn't— this means it's not just us." He looks up at Erin. "Not just our family, I guess, if Mikayla," tilts his head to her, "doesn't have anything like we do too."

—-

The world is apparently going to be a slightly scarier place for their dear sister now. "I already read it, so you can hang onto it for awhile," she says as she notes Caleb paging through it. Erin didn't actually find it on her own, though… Her roommate told her the title, and to pick it up, which is why she kind of had to bring her script over here - she's been reading that book. "It's not just us, no," she says. "My roommate, Ali. She can tell people to do things." And not just requests, either… Demands. To think that Mikayla might be like them… Well, it's certainly possible. After all, Erin's a mutant, Caleb is— "It's okay. Trust me, I … I freaked out, too. This is the second time I almost killed Caleb." Uh. Oops? "It's just… talk of… of… I'm not a thing. Caleb isn't, either. Okay? Just… Keep that in mind."

—-

Mikayla blushes just slightly, a bit self-conscious and guilty as she thinks back to the things she's just said and implied regarding her siblings. Now the most silent she's probably EVER been, she only speaks up sparingly, "Well, um…I know, you guys just seemed kinda weird…sorry, for all I know, I can do stuff too, I just don't know it. I dunno, but hey, you guys are still my brother and sister, right? I still grew up with you guys and hang out with you guys and everything else!"

—-

"Uh huh," Caleb says, distractedly, a deadpan response to Mikayla's far more heartfelt words. Then, he glances up from where he had already started reading the book and smiles at Mikayla crookedly, one of those rare things he does on occasion. "All things considered, it's not so weird, right? You guys've always thought I was strange and everyone knows Erin's a— " He was gonna say freak, considering it's a word commonly tossed about the family. Used to be. Not it has more meaning. He trails off, tries again. "A weirdo?" he attempts. Then frowns. "Why didn't you tell me before you knew— someone else who could do things?"

—-

Though she does glare at Caleb, it seems to contain less ire than it did before, punctuated by the fact that her eyes are still their normal non-alien blue colour. "Exactly, Mika. We're still the same people. Only completely different." Sigh. Erin didn't ask for this. She doesn't want it, and the fact that she seems to be unable to control it on her own really bothers her. She's been lucky, but it's only a matter of time before she really hurts someone she loves.

"I guess it just never came up," she replies. There's a pause, then… "It was kind of an accident. Her and I had an argument, she told me to take a flying leap, and I almost did. Out the ninth storey window of my apartment. Next day, I found out I could…" Hurt people.

—-

Mikayla just shuts her eyes and leeeeeeeeeans on Erin s'more, not really caring about the background or anything — it's all gravy compared to the great and massive drama of a few moments ago. Really, she's mostly silent and unobtrusive, aside from when a stray shard of thought happens to slip through the filter that keeps her from saying stupid things (that happens a lot with her), "…so, just to be sure…this isn't some kinda elaborate plan to get back at me for wanting to watch X-Men, is it?"

—-

That gets a soft snort of laughter from Caleb, whose gaze returns to the book. Sure, not very social, but no one ever said he was social. "We're not nearly as cool as the X-Men," he says. "But Storm would look twice at me if I have the power to crumple anything like it's paper."

—-

Carefully, Erin wraps her arm around Mika's shoulders, careful not to touch anything with her hands. How she's going to explain this at work tomorrow, really? She got into some paint? it just happened to end up looking like horrible bruises? Blue eyes look down at them again. Oh, well. Hopefully she can pass it off as a set accident. "Crying out loud," she mutters when Mika makes a reference to the X-Men again. "You two deserve each other," she adds as she sits back in her seat. There are dark circles under her eyes now - she's exhausted, but she won't admit it. "You guys want to try the movie again, or call it a night?"

—-

Mikayla shakes her head a little and finally detatches herself from Erin, promptly hopping to her feet and moving over to clean up the stray pizza, "I think we've had enough excitement for tonight already! I say we all just cuddle up and have a quiet sleepover night!" With a pause and a look over to the others, she sheepishly adds a second option, just to save the others the awkwardness, "That or go home. Whichever."

—-

Because Lion King is exciting, Mikayla? Caleb looks a tad uncomfortable at the idea of them staying at his place overnight, and glances towards Erin. "Well I kind of want to read this," he says, holding up the opened Activating Evolutions book. "So I won't be much company. You guys can— I don't care, I mean, there's room— " Not really, but enough if no one's fussy.

—-

Just somewhat perturbed, she holds her hands up so Caleb can see them. LOOK WHAT YOU DID, BROTHER, her eyes seem to say. "I'm not driving anywhere." Besides the fact that she's tired and pretty much ready to fall asleep - on the road or no - she'll be inviting herself and Mika to stay over Caleb's house for the night. "But we can leave him alone with his book. C'mon, let's go find some old t-shirts." She starts to push off the couch, but grimaces. "Cay, how long is this gonna hurt?" There's that look in her eyes again - not the glowy one, but the one that suggests she's kind of terrified of her brother.

—-

Mikayla perks up when her idea is actually accepted and nods, hurrying off to help Erin find the T-shirts. Maybe with a nice, soothing evening of sleepoveriness, the slightly traumatic experience might be put in the past and any familial wounds stitched up nice and neat. Hooray!

—-

Or maybe not, because Caleb meets Erin's gaze and promptly looks away again. "I don't know, it's some serious bruising. You'll want to check with a doctor, I— " And just stops talking for a moment, before saying. "There's ice in the freezer, you use that if it hurts." And his nose is back into the book, apparently allowing them to sleep over at his apartment without voicing his consent.

—-

Using her elbows to push herself to her feet, Erin starts to say something else, then decides against it. Ice in the freezer, okay. That's … good. She'll probably just stick both hands in there at some point during the night.

She heads down the hall, but turns back before she heads off on the search. She's looking at Caleb, even though he's busy in the book, and probably doesn't notice. But… She can't help thinking, now that he's hurt her, how similar their abilities really are. Well if ever there were questions about whether he was adopted, those are put to rest now. Apparently their family is dangerous.

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