Same evening continued
Some moments later, Nathan had his hands on her shoulders, studying her with concern.
"How do you feel?"
Heidi glanced down at herself, and tried to move her legs. It took some effort, but they did start to move slowly.
"Nathan," She smiled slowly with shock, "Look! I can feel them. I can move them! It worked!"
The smile he gave her was not one of his usual fake smiles for the press, and possible supporters and contributors. More how Nathan really looked, and he drew over to embrace her and kiss her.
"I'm so sorry, Heidi," he softly replied.
"Nathan... I know it wasn't your fault. You got thrown out of the car instead of me before the crash, it happened. Nothing you could have done." She felt him draw away, and his expression was more serious. He went to stand up, and started to pace a little. She had known that about him ever since they first met, how he always liked to be moving.
"Not like this. I told you there was something else I have to tell you. Mom doesn't even know this. Only my brother does."
"Know what, Nathan?" She started to get up herself, but since she hadn't been able to use her legs, they were weak. Not atrophied, but unstable on her weight. As soon he noticed, in one motion, he grabbed her around the waist.
"Do you trust me?" He asked her quietly with sincerity.
Heidi slowly nodded, "Yes, I do. Why?"
He then wrapped his arms more securely around her waist, and whispered in her ear. "Grab onto me, and hang on."
She stared at him, wondering what was going on, but then did so, "What's going on, Nathan?" She felt the weight shift off her legs. Was he picking her up then?
"Just hang on, I got you," he smiled back, and there was a hint of boyish mischief in his eyes. Usually it was hidden, or came out in odd ways. "And be careful if you look down."
Look down, what? Heidi went to look, and then gasped. They were a foot, maybe a foot and half in the air above the floor. The bedroom had an higher than average ceiling, but even then she could see how much closer they were to it. She clung on to him tightly.
"We're in the air? What, how are you doing this?"
"I just can." As she watched they moved to the side, further from the bed, turning in the air. Once she realized she was safe, she calmed some, and started smiling.
"I don't believe this. It's wonderful." She glanced back at him, and noticed his troubled expression. "Nathan?"
They started descend with him steering them back to bed so she could gently sit down, and his feet came back down on the floor firmly.
"Heidi, I..." But then the phone rang.
Nathan immediately walked over to grab it.
"Hello? ...Peter! Where are you? Texas?" Dammit, Simone, you showed him the painting somehow didn't you? He ran his hand through his hair worriedly, "Arrested!? For murder!? Oh that's just great...Even if you didn't do it, how do you think the papers are going to react to this? ...All right, all right, I'll take care of it. Look, just don't say anything. Don't answer any questions or do anything until the lawyers get there, got it? Ok, yeah. I'll talk to you later." He hung up the phone. Dammit, Peter! Why won't you stop with this crap?
He turned back to Heidi, and before he could say anything, she just calmly answered, "Go Nathan. We'll talk later." She knew he was going to stress about his brother, and wanting to protect him.
"About this...? And your uh, cure? You know discr..." He started to say, but she cut him off.
"I'm a politician's wife. You think I don't understand discretion? We'll talk when you get back." He smiled back at her gratefully, and came over to kiss her.
"I love you. I'll be back soon." He then left the room, and went to do what he seemed to be doing a lot these days. Damage control.
Neither of him nor his wife noticed the two smaller figures sneaking away back to their own bedrooms, the boys being extra-quiet in their slippered feet.
"How do you feel?"
Heidi glanced down at herself, and tried to move her legs. It took some effort, but they did start to move slowly.
"Nathan," She smiled slowly with shock, "Look! I can feel them. I can move them! It worked!"
The smile he gave her was not one of his usual fake smiles for the press, and possible supporters and contributors. More how Nathan really looked, and he drew over to embrace her and kiss her.
"I'm so sorry, Heidi," he softly replied.
"Nathan... I know it wasn't your fault. You got thrown out of the car instead of me before the crash, it happened. Nothing you could have done." She felt him draw away, and his expression was more serious. He went to stand up, and started to pace a little. She had known that about him ever since they first met, how he always liked to be moving.
"Not like this. I told you there was something else I have to tell you. Mom doesn't even know this. Only my brother does."
"Know what, Nathan?" She started to get up herself, but since she hadn't been able to use her legs, they were weak. Not atrophied, but unstable on her weight. As soon he noticed, in one motion, he grabbed her around the waist.
"Do you trust me?" He asked her quietly with sincerity.
Heidi slowly nodded, "Yes, I do. Why?"
He then wrapped his arms more securely around her waist, and whispered in her ear. "Grab onto me, and hang on."
She stared at him, wondering what was going on, but then did so, "What's going on, Nathan?" She felt the weight shift off her legs. Was he picking her up then?
"Just hang on, I got you," he smiled back, and there was a hint of boyish mischief in his eyes. Usually it was hidden, or came out in odd ways. "And be careful if you look down."
Look down, what? Heidi went to look, and then gasped. They were a foot, maybe a foot and half in the air above the floor. The bedroom had an higher than average ceiling, but even then she could see how much closer they were to it. She clung on to him tightly.
"We're in the air? What, how are you doing this?"
"I just can." As she watched they moved to the side, further from the bed, turning in the air. Once she realized she was safe, she calmed some, and started smiling.
"I don't believe this. It's wonderful." She glanced back at him, and noticed his troubled expression. "Nathan?"
They started descend with him steering them back to bed so she could gently sit down, and his feet came back down on the floor firmly.
"Heidi, I..." But then the phone rang.
Nathan immediately walked over to grab it.
"Hello? ...Peter! Where are you? Texas?" Dammit, Simone, you showed him the painting somehow didn't you? He ran his hand through his hair worriedly, "Arrested!? For murder!? Oh that's just great...Even if you didn't do it, how do you think the papers are going to react to this? ...All right, all right, I'll take care of it. Look, just don't say anything. Don't answer any questions or do anything until the lawyers get there, got it? Ok, yeah. I'll talk to you later." He hung up the phone. Dammit, Peter! Why won't you stop with this crap?
He turned back to Heidi, and before he could say anything, she just calmly answered, "Go Nathan. We'll talk later." She knew he was going to stress about his brother, and wanting to protect him.
"About this...? And your uh, cure? You know discr..." He started to say, but she cut him off.
"I'm a politician's wife. You think I don't understand discretion? We'll talk when you get back." He smiled back at her gratefully, and came over to kiss her.
"I love you. I'll be back soon." He then left the room, and went to do what he seemed to be doing a lot these days. Damage control.
Neither of him nor his wife noticed the two smaller figures sneaking away back to their own bedrooms, the boys being extra-quiet in their slippered feet.