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You're my only hope

[ Anthony looked frazzled as he cast a careful glance over his shoulder before slipping back under what appeared to be a blanket fort so he could stare at his phone. ]

Ok look, bad week... shit happened. Lots of shit happened, most of it was my fault. Got engaged, broke it off the next day, had to spend most of the rest of the time at the hospital looking after a sick relative. The visit from the creepy alien hunting suit was incredibly spooky... But none of that compares to this!

[ He swallowed and hushed his tone so he wouldn't be overheard. ]

Mum is here. Actually here in my flat right now, cleaning everything and making dinner because she says I look unwell even though she has done the magic heat sensing mum hand trick three times already and I don't have a fever. What do I do!? I can't tell her about even half of this stuff without--...

[ A second voice, much sweeter and calmer broke in to ask... ]

What is this?

[ And Anthony paled as he and phone broke free of the covers to see his grey haired mom holding that conspiratorial message from the mysterious MMF. Never had a man shot so quickly from a blanket tent to snag the paper, crumbled it, and chuck it into the nearest bin. ]

Nothing! Just some chain letter, probably thinks he is being funny by sending weird notes... Nothing to worry about at all! I told you everything is fine!!

[ His mum merely gave her poor highly strung son a sympathetic look and once again set her hand to his forehead. ]

Honey, you really need to calm down. I know what will help!

[ She turned and dug through one of her many bags until she found a tattered old teddy bear wearing yellow wellingtons. This was pressed into Anthony's arms as he was ushered back to the blanket covered sofa. ]

Its Mr. Yellow Boots! Now you and he can sit here all cozy until dinner is ready.

[ Anthony was sulking but he sat back on the sofa and looked helplessly after his mom until she was well out of ear shot. ]

Send help. Anything... I need her to stop worrying.

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That's what I'm afraid of. I might be in for a trip to Bellevue.

What's that? A place you used to live?

A place I might be going. Bellevue was an infamous psychiatric hospital building in New York.

That would probably indicate the rest of us were crazy, and while there are a few Different that I have Questions about, I don't think most of us are at that level.

Yet.

To a normal person not having these kinds of delusions I'm sure every last one of us seems mad.

For reals. Apparently I have some sort of magic ability but I'm not too sure if I should try to use it in any way. It seems dangerous.

You too? Seems like everyone is getting them. Why do you supposed it's dangerous?

Um. I can tell you sometime but I don't feel comfortable posting it here.

Right.

[ Bond would never have made that mistake. ]

Later then, when things are less hectic. Not sure when that will be with nearly the whole clan coming in.

Well, if you manage to hide away at like, idk, a starbucks or something, just let me know and I'll come talk. We can complain about overly-protective guardians or something.

[ This earns a laugh that doesn't translate to texting very well. ]

Lol! My secret batcave in the Starbucks. Yea, I'll let you know. I'm working on an exit strategy now. I think it will work. You have a favorite batcave?

No matter where I go, I'd have to bus to get out of here so you give me an address. I'm from Queens borough so you can decide from there. I can always take the F to get back home no matter how I got there.

I can swing out by Queens. I could use the fresh air and a coffee.

[ Besides he did want to know about these powers. ]

Text you again once I've found a Queens Starbucks.

[ It took about an hour and a half but the address was sent as soon as he took a spot at one of the tables to enjoy one of those overly fancy brews with the long names. ]

Sure thing.

[He debated bringing Cheddar during the wait time before Crowley got back to him, but decided against it in the long run. He didn't want to be one of Those People who took their pets in places and acted like they had a service animal.]

[As soon as he got the text, he headed out dressed in a jeans and a tank top with, you guessed it, a cat picture on the front. It probably looked like something found in the girls section, because it was, but that also meant the cloth was super soft. Double win in his opinion.]

Hey. What's up? [He pulled up an unoccupied chair to share the small table with Crowley, digging out his phone to place his order so he wouldn't have to waste more of their time waiting in line.] Does you mom know you're out?

[ He hesitated to answer that given well, mum and all... ]

Ye-- yeah... But she might be under the impression I'm seeing to a fire at the gardens. A miscommunication that I didn't bother to correct. It'll be fine! I'll bring her a coffee and a muffin or something.

You made good time. You must have missed the traffic I ran into.

Shamey-shamey, liar-liar. [But it's said with obvious sarcasm. He smiles as he confirms his order and slips his phone back into his pocket.]

Yeah, just give her a treat and I'm sure all will be forgiven.

[He shrugs.] I've been in this area for about a year now. I'm pretty familiar with which buses run on time and which ones you're better off skipping.

So, whatcha order?

[Is he stalling for time? Maybe.]

I never did. The guy on the phone I had call my flat was the one who did the actual lying. I only played along.

[ Still guilty but not as badly in his mind. ]

I ordered the Quad Grande, Non Fat, Extra Hot Caramel Macchiato Upside Down... mostly because it had the longest name on the menu.

[ Anthony leaned a little closer over the table so he wasn't prodding too loudly. ]

So what makes you think you have powers?

Lucky you, not having to be the one to take the brunt when it all unwinds.

[The drink name caused him to squint, mouth twisting into a frown.]

... That's twisted, dude. [It made his grande mocha cappuccino with an extra shot sound tame.]

Oh, you know...

[His frown became more of a grimace and he glanced around, making sure everyone was too engrossed in their own conversations or laptops to notice them. Then he cupped one hand to the side, allowing for some extra cover of his other hand, lying it flat on the table. It only took a little concentration for a heated, red glow to start emanating from his half-hidden palm.]

I just kinda do.

Whoa! Whoa...

[ Anthony recoiled from the table before casting a quick look around and flapping his hands at Clarence to knock that off before the table burst into flames. ]

What do you think that is, magma hands? And why is it always the hands that become magical?? I saw some one else do a trick like that...

Was there any warning or did you wake up on day to find your bed on fire or something?

[Started by Anthony's reaction, Clarence lost hold on the magic and it ceased, his hands slipping off the table to hide in his lap. He hissed to try to keep Crowley quiet.]

Jeez, calm down! The glowing isn't the dangerous part.

I actually started having dreams, more memories I think, of causing sparks as... I guess I was a child at the time? I can't exactly look at myself when they happen, but I feel like I was young at the time. Mostly just poking around with stuff, nothing too crazy, except...

[He bites his lip, still a little worried from the vision.]

Sorry.

[ His voice dropped into a low whisper as if that would make up for the earlier panic. ]

You would think I would be used to seeing the whole magic hand thing by now.

That does sound a little like a kid with matches. I always liked to play with them too even though I wasn't supposed to.

[ Magical sparks were a great deal more unique than matches however. This he acknowledged with a head bob as that 'except' had to lead some where.. ]

Not the same thing, I know. What happened?

Yeah yeah, everyone is coming out as a wizards or something. It's basically the new normal.

[He nodded. It seemed like a similar enough situation to compare it to.] Fair enough.

Uuuughhhhh. [He slowly dragged his hands down his face, then slowly let his head fall down until his forehead touched the table. Not looking at Anthony helped him say it. Or something.] So like, when I first found out I was Different, I had a memory where I was trying to get this floating helmet thing? And like, whatever, you know? But then I shot a ray of magic energy out of my hand into this old man and I'm pretty sure I straight up sent him into cardiac arrest.

[ There was no way that story would have had a happy ending. Kids playing with fire always lit something on fire, a leaf, themselves...a friend. Straight up murder was not something he was prepared for and it left Anthony gaping. ]

You... murdered some one for a hat?

[Slow, Clarence raised his head and stared Anthony in the eye.]

The worst part is, I didn't even care. It was like I had done stuff like that before. No thought to how terrible it was. I was just determined to get what I wanted.

[ Anthony drew in a long slow breath, trying to find something comforting to say about any of that but there really wasn't anything. ]

Wow... That's heavy.

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