Remuré Memorium- Part 13
Author: dream-edge
Title: Remuré Memorium
Summary: The hardest thing to say is nothing at all. When Dillon and Ziggy are separated from the rest of the team a secret Ziggy never should have kept will be revealed. Ziggy doesn't expect forgiveness.
Rating: M
Pairings: Dillon/Ziggy
Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers or anything related to the franchise.
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11| Chapter 12
Remuré Memorium
Chapter 13
Dillon carefully dropped his watch in Ziggy's hands, curling his lover's fingers around the precious object. Meeting Ziggy's eyes, he asked carefully "What is it?"
Ziggy sighed, blowing air irritably through his bangs as he thought. "It's a Kane family heirloom. It's always given to the Heir after he passes the Trials." Ziggy told him calmly, not moving his gaze from Dillon's to look around the rest of the room. The rest of the team was gathered around them on the couches for whatever tiny explanation Ziggy could give. "It was created a long time ago, a very long time ago. When the Kane and Grover families first formed a truce, I think."
"What can it do?"
"Nothing overly major. If I knew how to make a watch, I could recreate in a day, maybe two. As far as I'm aware, it mostly works to amplify defensive magics; which is probably why your mental defenses locked out the virus when Tenaya's didn't. It's mostly a status symbol for the Heir."
"The keys?"
"The keys are just pieces of metal. Or at least they were. A witch outside the family enchanted them before the war. I wasn't there when it happened so I don't know how."
Dillon hung his head, sighing softly. "Could whatever this… witch did to the keys save Tenaya?"
Ziggy frowned briefly. "Yeah, I guess. Like I said, the spells on your watch aren't that hard to recreate. It would be a bit tricky though; the key's much smaller and metal's never been the best conduit for magic but it could be done."
"So…" Summer said, the first time someone other than him and Dillon had said anything. "We wait."
"Ye-ep." He agreed quietly. Dillon gave him an irritated sigh, scrubbing his hands down his face. Ziggy smiled and reached forward, gently grasping Dillon's hands in his. ;I don't like it either.; He breathed along the bond. Dillon gave him a tight-lipped smile, tucking his watch back in his pocket when Ziggy handed it to him. ;How did you deal with this for a year and a half?;
;I got used to it. I like to think I turned out just fine.; Ziggy told him, weary amusement floating through the bond. Something shifted in the back of his head in response to that statement, something important that he needed to remember. But it slipped through his fingers.
"You're doing it again." Scott said suddenly, drawing them from their conversation. There was frustration in his voice. Ziggy blinked up at him, all honest confusion. "Doing what?" he asked quietly.
"Staring!" Scott snapped. "You just… sit there and stare deeply into each other's eyes. It's almost disturbing because I'm waiting for one of you to jump the other." Ziggy grinned slightly while Dillon snorted. ;That's some imagery.; Dillon told him, lips twitching upwards. Ziggy snickered, eyes glittering with new mirth. He opened his mouth to respond to Scott.
The alarms blared.
Ziggy raised his eyes to the ceiling, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is just getting annoying. We're trying to have conversations here!" he snapped upwards. "Give us a break!" Dillon snorted and held out a hand to pull him to his feet. "Who are you talking to?" he asked in amusement.
The younger man sighed softly and allowed his lover to pull him up. "Sometimes I wonder." He said as they headed towards the cars. Within seconds, they were speeding off.
The area where they were sent had already been cleared of people as was usual. However, there was also no army. What there was, was a young woman stumbling down the streets of Corinth. Her long black hair was knotted and hanging in front of her face, hiding her from view. Not that it mattered; the purple outfit she wore was all too recognizable. "Tenaya?" Dillon shouted as he quickly launched himself out of his car.
The attack-bot turned to them, eyes wide and dark. Her face was smudged with dirt and blood slipped down the left side of her face from a small gash on her forehead. It wasn't her only injury; her clothes were turn and ripped, darkened with blood and dirt. She was missing a shoe. A strangled sound tore out of her throat when she saw them, the start of a weak, terrified smile on her face. Dillon was at her side in a moment, crushing her body to his like he was afraid she would disappear on him. It probably wasn't that illogical a fear, all things considered.
Ziggy and the others held back, allowing the two siblings a quiet moment alone. Ziggy could see Dillon's lips moving next to Tenaya's ear, whispering words of reassurance to the trembling girl in his arms. His and Dillon's combined relief was almost enough to bring him to his knees. After a long moment, Dillon shifted his hold on Tenaya, the only warning she got before her brother swept her into his arms to carry her bridal-style to his car. She barely put up a fight to the careful treatment, which was worrisome. Tenaya had always been hardheaded and independent. Dillon should have gotten the sharp side of her tongue for treating her like glass. Instead, she merely buried her head in his neck and let him bare her to the car. Ziggy's sharp, sudden concern was reflected in Dillon's eyes.
As the two approached, Dillon looked at his teammates challengingly. The rest of the team merely backed towards their vehicles, still glancing around anxiously, waiting for Grinders to start pouring from the woodwork. Ziggy opened the door for Dillon. As the older man situated his sister in the back seat, Ziggy caught Tenaya's gaze. Her eyes were distant, unfathomable, and almost mad. The eyes of a Seer.
"Is she going to be okay?" Dillon asked as he stood. "Physically." Ziggy assured weakly. If the Venjix hardware prevented her from controlling her visions, there was a strong possibility her mind would fracture beneath the weight. Dillon's eyes told him he didn't need to broadcast that knowledge for him to understand.
"Let's go." The older man ordered shakily.
-0-0-
Tenaya sat upon the exam table in the lab like a rag doll, allowing K to perform as many tests on her as the young doctor deemed necessary with nary a word of protest. She seemed oblivious to the world, eyes staring blankly into space. Occasionally her eyes would focus on a single face before immediately dazing out again. It was starting to scare Dillon, who remained as close to her as he could without K glaring at him for being in the way.
Off to the side, Scott was talking to his father through one of K's computers, trying to catch the Colonel up as much as possible. Which was difficult, as the Colonel had never gotten his debriefing about the night the virus took over Dillon due to all the attacks from Venjix. Now, Scott was trying to give him a, from the sounds of it, very condensed version of the events, which was resulting in an intense argument.
That's when Ziggy slipped in next to Tenaya, ignoring K completely, to tie a heavy strip of clothe around Tenaya's eyes. Tenaya jerked slightly, then seemed to finally come back to herself, raising a hand to brush at the clothe around her eyes. Ziggy stepped back and looked up to meet everyone's confused stare. "Um, when uncontrolled, a seer's visions start to overlap and bleed with their natural eyesight. You uh see a person's face, and then you see everything that's going to happen to that person. It can start to adversely affect their mental stability. The blindfold helps focus enough to calm down and get a grip on controlling the visions."
"Why do you know that?" Scott demanded, breaking of his conversation with his father to stare at Ziggy. Dillon could hear the Colonel complaining about the shift of attention.
Ziggy returned Scott's strange look. "I grew up with her." He reminded, spreading his hands slightly in confusion.
"Oh, right." Scott said with a grimace. "I forgot." When everyone continued to stare at him, he shrugged. "It only happened two days ago, give me a break!"
"Was it only two days ago?" Dillon asked, sounding surprised. Ziggy snorted. "Depends on if you start the count when you lost to the virus or when we all went back to bed."
"Di… Dillon?" Tenaya asked haltingly, breaking through their conversation. Immediately, everyone's eyes swung back towards her. "Where am I?"
"The Garage." Dillon told her gently. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm… fine." Tenaya answered distantly, one hand reaching up to brush at the clothe over her eyes. K immediately caught her hand and pushed it away.
"Fine or FINE?" Ziggy asked, almost without thought, making everyone once again look at him.
"There's a difference?" Summer asked, eyebrows nearly buried in her hairline.
Tenaya's head was tilted to the side slightly as she considered it before she said, "The… last… one?"
Ziggy grimaced, a flood of worry sparking along the bond. "The first one is synonymous with alright." Ziggy told Summer, looking uncomfortable. "The second one is a movie reference. Ever seen The Italian Job?" he asked. While most shook their heads, a look of comprehension then stark concern slid across Flynn's face, which did not reassure Dillon at all. "It's an acronym. Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional."
Tenaya nodded again. "The last one, definitely." She confirmed. That comment made K return her attention to the examination she'd been giving the older girl. While that happened, Dillon focused his gaze on Ziggy, remembering their conversation from this morning. Ziggy met his gaze briefly before turning his head away, not saying anything, aloud or through the bond. The silence told him more than words ever could. Ziggy had, probably subconsciously, meant the second version.
"I think I'm done." K said, drawing him from his thoughts. "I'm not getting any trace of the virus. Whatever happened to you Dillon, it's different from this."
"How is she?"
"Physically, fine. She has a few lacerations but nothing's broken and fractured. I'm personally more worried about these visions degrading the cybernetics in her eyes."
"That would suck." Tenaya muttered. "And it would probably hurt."
"That's not all." K said over her. "Something's happened to her cybernetics."
"What do you mean?"
"To put it simply, she doesn't have much in the way of cybernetics anymore. There are her eyes, but the rest seems to have been stripped to the bare minimum. You remember how one hand used to be completely robotic? She could detach it?" K waited for Dillon to nod before she told him. "Well, that's gone. Both of her hands are flesh and blood now."
"Well," Ziggy said, as surprised as he was. "That's… unexpected."
Tenaya hummed, finally seeming to focus completely on the present as she started swinging her legs back and forth. "Honestly, it's a relief. I probably would have blown that hand up the minute I tried channeling magic through it. Magic and non-biological elements don't mix. It's amazing me and Dillon can still use magic with our implants at all."
There was a long moment of silence expect for Scott, who had gone back to his argument with his father. "You remember your past?" Dillon asked carefully.
"Well, yeah." Tenaya said. "The virus was blocking my memories and now it's gone so everything's pouring back into place. Admittedly, everything's still a bit jumbled, especially that last month. But I think that's from the trauma of the surgery which is probably why you can't remember that last month either, even though your memories were taken before that. I'm sure if you focus you could uncover those months, though I don't know why you would, all things considered."
Dillon stared at his sister for a long moment before letting his head fall forward and sighing deeply. "Why is it everyone remembers more about my life than I do?" he asked, sounding more pitiful than angry. Ziggy smiled slightly and gently patted him on the arm, which was useless considering Dillon could feel his amusement. Tenaya herself made an odd sound in the back of her throat and reached one hand forward. Dillon blinked but leaned forward when she beckoned him.
Bad idea.
Before he could react, Tenaya's hand moved around and smacked him smartly across the back of the head. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself." She ordered tartly.
Dillon immediately backed away and frowned at the white clothe over his sister's eyes. "Are we sure she can't see through that thing?" he asked, making Ziggy snort. "We used to ask that all the time when she was blind." The younger man said in amusement.
"You'll get them back." Tenaya said, as if Ziggy hadn't already told him that a hundred times. "Once your wish is fully paid for. Our wishes were a lot alike so it can't be that much longer. Just have to be- OW!" She yelped jerking away when Ziggy slapped her arm. "What was that for?"
"You talk too much." Ziggy told her, looking tired. "You weren't supposed to tell him that." Tenaya's eyebrows drew together briefly in confusion and she opened her lips to ask why before she paused and a look of understanding passed over her face. "Ohh."
Dillon watched her for a long moment before moving his eyes to Ziggy. "Is that why you have your magic back now? Because you had paid for your… wish?... Seriously, Wish?" he asked, turning his head to give Tenaya a strange look at the end.
But Tenaya's lips were pressed into a firm line. Dillon thought she might be glaring behind her blindfold. "Ziggy didn't make a wish." She said.
"Yes I did!"
Tenaya turned her head to look in Dillon's general direction. "Yell me. Does he look guilty? Cause he sounds guilty." Dillon glared at Ziggy. "He does."
"Okay." Ziggy said, wincing. "I did it after you two left."
"After we couldn't argue." Tenaya clarified. Ziggy nodded. "Exactly!"
"What did you do?" Dillon demanded. But Ziggy shook his head quickly. "Uh-uh. Not saying. This is the one good secret I have and I am not ruining it."
"I'm going to hurt you." Dillon said but it was obvious from his tone that he didn't mean it.
Before Ziggy could respond, Tenaya gave a strangled sound, crumbling in on herself. "Shit!" Dillon cursed, jerking forward to grab her before she tumbled off the bed. She didn't respond, laying limp in his arms. "What the hell?"
"It's just a vision." Ziggy soothed, helping him pull her back onto the exam bed. "She'll come back to herself in a minute."
"Does she normally faint?" K asked curiously, hands twitching for a scanner. "Depends on the vision. It's happened a few times."
After a second where she remained limp, Tenaya carefully reached one hand up to tug the blindfold off her eyes. "I want this off." She ordered shortly, hands already unknotting it. Ziggy took it as Dillon sat down next to Tenaya. "What did you See?" he asked.
"You're not going to like this." She told him before turning her eyes towards Ziggy. "You even less."
"Oh that's encouraging." Ziggy said before sighing and telling her. "Lets hear it. It can't be that bad."
"We need to go to the Grover mansion."
Chapter 14
Title: Remuré Memorium
Summary: The hardest thing to say is nothing at all. When Dillon and Ziggy are separated from the rest of the team a secret Ziggy never should have kept will be revealed. Ziggy doesn't expect forgiveness.
Rating: M
Pairings: Dillon/Ziggy
Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers or anything related to the franchise.
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11| Chapter 12
Remuré Memorium
Chapter 13
Dillon carefully dropped his watch in Ziggy's hands, curling his lover's fingers around the precious object. Meeting Ziggy's eyes, he asked carefully "What is it?"
Ziggy sighed, blowing air irritably through his bangs as he thought. "It's a Kane family heirloom. It's always given to the Heir after he passes the Trials." Ziggy told him calmly, not moving his gaze from Dillon's to look around the rest of the room. The rest of the team was gathered around them on the couches for whatever tiny explanation Ziggy could give. "It was created a long time ago, a very long time ago. When the Kane and Grover families first formed a truce, I think."
"What can it do?"
"Nothing overly major. If I knew how to make a watch, I could recreate in a day, maybe two. As far as I'm aware, it mostly works to amplify defensive magics; which is probably why your mental defenses locked out the virus when Tenaya's didn't. It's mostly a status symbol for the Heir."
"The keys?"
"The keys are just pieces of metal. Or at least they were. A witch outside the family enchanted them before the war. I wasn't there when it happened so I don't know how."
Dillon hung his head, sighing softly. "Could whatever this… witch did to the keys save Tenaya?"
Ziggy frowned briefly. "Yeah, I guess. Like I said, the spells on your watch aren't that hard to recreate. It would be a bit tricky though; the key's much smaller and metal's never been the best conduit for magic but it could be done."
"So…" Summer said, the first time someone other than him and Dillon had said anything. "We wait."
"Ye-ep." He agreed quietly. Dillon gave him an irritated sigh, scrubbing his hands down his face. Ziggy smiled and reached forward, gently grasping Dillon's hands in his. ;I don't like it either.; He breathed along the bond. Dillon gave him a tight-lipped smile, tucking his watch back in his pocket when Ziggy handed it to him. ;How did you deal with this for a year and a half?;
;I got used to it. I like to think I turned out just fine.; Ziggy told him, weary amusement floating through the bond. Something shifted in the back of his head in response to that statement, something important that he needed to remember. But it slipped through his fingers.
"You're doing it again." Scott said suddenly, drawing them from their conversation. There was frustration in his voice. Ziggy blinked up at him, all honest confusion. "Doing what?" he asked quietly.
"Staring!" Scott snapped. "You just… sit there and stare deeply into each other's eyes. It's almost disturbing because I'm waiting for one of you to jump the other." Ziggy grinned slightly while Dillon snorted. ;That's some imagery.; Dillon told him, lips twitching upwards. Ziggy snickered, eyes glittering with new mirth. He opened his mouth to respond to Scott.
The alarms blared.
Ziggy raised his eyes to the ceiling, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is just getting annoying. We're trying to have conversations here!" he snapped upwards. "Give us a break!" Dillon snorted and held out a hand to pull him to his feet. "Who are you talking to?" he asked in amusement.
The younger man sighed softly and allowed his lover to pull him up. "Sometimes I wonder." He said as they headed towards the cars. Within seconds, they were speeding off.
The area where they were sent had already been cleared of people as was usual. However, there was also no army. What there was, was a young woman stumbling down the streets of Corinth. Her long black hair was knotted and hanging in front of her face, hiding her from view. Not that it mattered; the purple outfit she wore was all too recognizable. "Tenaya?" Dillon shouted as he quickly launched himself out of his car.
The attack-bot turned to them, eyes wide and dark. Her face was smudged with dirt and blood slipped down the left side of her face from a small gash on her forehead. It wasn't her only injury; her clothes were turn and ripped, darkened with blood and dirt. She was missing a shoe. A strangled sound tore out of her throat when she saw them, the start of a weak, terrified smile on her face. Dillon was at her side in a moment, crushing her body to his like he was afraid she would disappear on him. It probably wasn't that illogical a fear, all things considered.
Ziggy and the others held back, allowing the two siblings a quiet moment alone. Ziggy could see Dillon's lips moving next to Tenaya's ear, whispering words of reassurance to the trembling girl in his arms. His and Dillon's combined relief was almost enough to bring him to his knees. After a long moment, Dillon shifted his hold on Tenaya, the only warning she got before her brother swept her into his arms to carry her bridal-style to his car. She barely put up a fight to the careful treatment, which was worrisome. Tenaya had always been hardheaded and independent. Dillon should have gotten the sharp side of her tongue for treating her like glass. Instead, she merely buried her head in his neck and let him bare her to the car. Ziggy's sharp, sudden concern was reflected in Dillon's eyes.
As the two approached, Dillon looked at his teammates challengingly. The rest of the team merely backed towards their vehicles, still glancing around anxiously, waiting for Grinders to start pouring from the woodwork. Ziggy opened the door for Dillon. As the older man situated his sister in the back seat, Ziggy caught Tenaya's gaze. Her eyes were distant, unfathomable, and almost mad. The eyes of a Seer.
"Is she going to be okay?" Dillon asked as he stood. "Physically." Ziggy assured weakly. If the Venjix hardware prevented her from controlling her visions, there was a strong possibility her mind would fracture beneath the weight. Dillon's eyes told him he didn't need to broadcast that knowledge for him to understand.
"Let's go." The older man ordered shakily.
-0-0-
Tenaya sat upon the exam table in the lab like a rag doll, allowing K to perform as many tests on her as the young doctor deemed necessary with nary a word of protest. She seemed oblivious to the world, eyes staring blankly into space. Occasionally her eyes would focus on a single face before immediately dazing out again. It was starting to scare Dillon, who remained as close to her as he could without K glaring at him for being in the way.
Off to the side, Scott was talking to his father through one of K's computers, trying to catch the Colonel up as much as possible. Which was difficult, as the Colonel had never gotten his debriefing about the night the virus took over Dillon due to all the attacks from Venjix. Now, Scott was trying to give him a, from the sounds of it, very condensed version of the events, which was resulting in an intense argument.
That's when Ziggy slipped in next to Tenaya, ignoring K completely, to tie a heavy strip of clothe around Tenaya's eyes. Tenaya jerked slightly, then seemed to finally come back to herself, raising a hand to brush at the clothe around her eyes. Ziggy stepped back and looked up to meet everyone's confused stare. "Um, when uncontrolled, a seer's visions start to overlap and bleed with their natural eyesight. You uh see a person's face, and then you see everything that's going to happen to that person. It can start to adversely affect their mental stability. The blindfold helps focus enough to calm down and get a grip on controlling the visions."
"Why do you know that?" Scott demanded, breaking of his conversation with his father to stare at Ziggy. Dillon could hear the Colonel complaining about the shift of attention.
Ziggy returned Scott's strange look. "I grew up with her." He reminded, spreading his hands slightly in confusion.
"Oh, right." Scott said with a grimace. "I forgot." When everyone continued to stare at him, he shrugged. "It only happened two days ago, give me a break!"
"Was it only two days ago?" Dillon asked, sounding surprised. Ziggy snorted. "Depends on if you start the count when you lost to the virus or when we all went back to bed."
"Di… Dillon?" Tenaya asked haltingly, breaking through their conversation. Immediately, everyone's eyes swung back towards her. "Where am I?"
"The Garage." Dillon told her gently. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm… fine." Tenaya answered distantly, one hand reaching up to brush at the clothe over her eyes. K immediately caught her hand and pushed it away.
"Fine or FINE?" Ziggy asked, almost without thought, making everyone once again look at him.
"There's a difference?" Summer asked, eyebrows nearly buried in her hairline.
Tenaya's head was tilted to the side slightly as she considered it before she said, "The… last… one?"
Ziggy grimaced, a flood of worry sparking along the bond. "The first one is synonymous with alright." Ziggy told Summer, looking uncomfortable. "The second one is a movie reference. Ever seen The Italian Job?" he asked. While most shook their heads, a look of comprehension then stark concern slid across Flynn's face, which did not reassure Dillon at all. "It's an acronym. Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional."
Tenaya nodded again. "The last one, definitely." She confirmed. That comment made K return her attention to the examination she'd been giving the older girl. While that happened, Dillon focused his gaze on Ziggy, remembering their conversation from this morning. Ziggy met his gaze briefly before turning his head away, not saying anything, aloud or through the bond. The silence told him more than words ever could. Ziggy had, probably subconsciously, meant the second version.
"I think I'm done." K said, drawing him from his thoughts. "I'm not getting any trace of the virus. Whatever happened to you Dillon, it's different from this."
"How is she?"
"Physically, fine. She has a few lacerations but nothing's broken and fractured. I'm personally more worried about these visions degrading the cybernetics in her eyes."
"That would suck." Tenaya muttered. "And it would probably hurt."
"That's not all." K said over her. "Something's happened to her cybernetics."
"What do you mean?"
"To put it simply, she doesn't have much in the way of cybernetics anymore. There are her eyes, but the rest seems to have been stripped to the bare minimum. You remember how one hand used to be completely robotic? She could detach it?" K waited for Dillon to nod before she told him. "Well, that's gone. Both of her hands are flesh and blood now."
"Well," Ziggy said, as surprised as he was. "That's… unexpected."
Tenaya hummed, finally seeming to focus completely on the present as she started swinging her legs back and forth. "Honestly, it's a relief. I probably would have blown that hand up the minute I tried channeling magic through it. Magic and non-biological elements don't mix. It's amazing me and Dillon can still use magic with our implants at all."
There was a long moment of silence expect for Scott, who had gone back to his argument with his father. "You remember your past?" Dillon asked carefully.
"Well, yeah." Tenaya said. "The virus was blocking my memories and now it's gone so everything's pouring back into place. Admittedly, everything's still a bit jumbled, especially that last month. But I think that's from the trauma of the surgery which is probably why you can't remember that last month either, even though your memories were taken before that. I'm sure if you focus you could uncover those months, though I don't know why you would, all things considered."
Dillon stared at his sister for a long moment before letting his head fall forward and sighing deeply. "Why is it everyone remembers more about my life than I do?" he asked, sounding more pitiful than angry. Ziggy smiled slightly and gently patted him on the arm, which was useless considering Dillon could feel his amusement. Tenaya herself made an odd sound in the back of her throat and reached one hand forward. Dillon blinked but leaned forward when she beckoned him.
Bad idea.
Before he could react, Tenaya's hand moved around and smacked him smartly across the back of the head. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself." She ordered tartly.
Dillon immediately backed away and frowned at the white clothe over his sister's eyes. "Are we sure she can't see through that thing?" he asked, making Ziggy snort. "We used to ask that all the time when she was blind." The younger man said in amusement.
"You'll get them back." Tenaya said, as if Ziggy hadn't already told him that a hundred times. "Once your wish is fully paid for. Our wishes were a lot alike so it can't be that much longer. Just have to be- OW!" She yelped jerking away when Ziggy slapped her arm. "What was that for?"
"You talk too much." Ziggy told her, looking tired. "You weren't supposed to tell him that." Tenaya's eyebrows drew together briefly in confusion and she opened her lips to ask why before she paused and a look of understanding passed over her face. "Ohh."
Dillon watched her for a long moment before moving his eyes to Ziggy. "Is that why you have your magic back now? Because you had paid for your… wish?... Seriously, Wish?" he asked, turning his head to give Tenaya a strange look at the end.
But Tenaya's lips were pressed into a firm line. Dillon thought she might be glaring behind her blindfold. "Ziggy didn't make a wish." She said.
"Yes I did!"
Tenaya turned her head to look in Dillon's general direction. "Yell me. Does he look guilty? Cause he sounds guilty." Dillon glared at Ziggy. "He does."
"Okay." Ziggy said, wincing. "I did it after you two left."
"After we couldn't argue." Tenaya clarified. Ziggy nodded. "Exactly!"
"What did you do?" Dillon demanded. But Ziggy shook his head quickly. "Uh-uh. Not saying. This is the one good secret I have and I am not ruining it."
"I'm going to hurt you." Dillon said but it was obvious from his tone that he didn't mean it.
Before Ziggy could respond, Tenaya gave a strangled sound, crumbling in on herself. "Shit!" Dillon cursed, jerking forward to grab her before she tumbled off the bed. She didn't respond, laying limp in his arms. "What the hell?"
"It's just a vision." Ziggy soothed, helping him pull her back onto the exam bed. "She'll come back to herself in a minute."
"Does she normally faint?" K asked curiously, hands twitching for a scanner. "Depends on the vision. It's happened a few times."
After a second where she remained limp, Tenaya carefully reached one hand up to tug the blindfold off her eyes. "I want this off." She ordered shortly, hands already unknotting it. Ziggy took it as Dillon sat down next to Tenaya. "What did you See?" he asked.
"You're not going to like this." She told him before turning her eyes towards Ziggy. "You even less."
"Oh that's encouraging." Ziggy said before sighing and telling her. "Lets hear it. It can't be that bad."
"We need to go to the Grover mansion."
Chapter 14