Catch Me: A Make it or Break It fanfiction

Okay, so I’m writing for another fandom. I’m kind of burnt out on JONAS right now. I’m trying to catch up on everyone’s stories. Like Faerietaleredux and suburbs. I’m sorry if I haven’t responded to reviews or reviewed your stories. I’m trying to keep up, but I can’t. I love you guys.

Now before I write this, I know that Sasha and Emily have a relationship as a coach and an athlete. I understand that, but the latest episode made me really want to ship them. Especially with the conversation between him and MJ. It just makes sense. Don’t like, I’m not asking you to read, but whatevs. Flame me, hate me, as long as you review =).

Dedication: Irrevocablyamanduh (who is like the only friend I have that likes this show!)

Catch Me
Shot One


Everything was falling into place. Emily had become easier to coach ever since that night that she had fallen into Sasha’s arms. She’d even become a better gymnast, much to Lauren’s dismay.

“Morning, Sasha,” Emily said, a little too sing-song for his taste. He blinked, wondering what happened to the cold girl she had been in the past. But, he guessed it came with the territory. He and Emily had gotten close over the past week. She didn’t even seem to mind that she had to show up early and she ended up spending every waking moment with him. She had no time for a life, but none of the gymnasts that worked out there did. Even if some of them tried to make time.

“Emily,” he responded, waiting for her to get started with her workout, but she just stood there, staring at him. He raised an eyebrow. “Well?” He asked, looking at her expectantly, “get to it.” She flashed him a smile and he was caught off guard, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He wasn’t going to lie, he had thought some rather, unclean thoughts about the gymnast for the past few days. They were quite unsettling to say the least. Especially considering what he had gone through with MJ those few years ago.

“Yes, coach,” she said, giving him a cute little salute. He swallowed, feeling beads of sweat erupt on his forehead. He practiced self control constantly, he hadto. What guy wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to bed a gymnast. With those tight muscles and slender little bodies. He was, for the most part, used to seeing the rest of the girls parade around in their little leotards, but Emily was a whole different story.

He watched her do a flawless routine on the bars once, twice, and then a third time. Emily was a perfectionist, which made sense. She moved on to another part of her routine, satisfied with her routine on the bars. He remained mostly silent, which was really unlike him. His thoughts were being preoccupied by other things. Involving her taut body beneath him…

“Sasha?” She called, loudly. He didn’t even think to correct her on calling him by his first name.

“Yes?” He asked, snapping out of his rather impure thoughts.

“Catch me,” she said, smiling down at him. He swallowed.

“Haven’t we already been through this, Emily?” He asked, “I know you trust me enough to let me-” She didn’t even let him finish before she was already falling backwards. He scrambled to get into position to catch her. Luckily, he was just in time, receiving her tiny body into his arms. Another bright smile, arms wrapped around his neck.

“I wanted to see if you could do it again,” she said, pressing her nose against his and nuzzling him. His stomach knotted and his breath caught in his throat. His next action was to drop her onto the mats. She yelped in surprise, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I can catch you anytime, Emily,” he said, a bit breathless, “anytime you want me to catch you…” She looked confused.

“Are you okay?” She asked, “why’d you drop me?” He swallowed. He didn’t know what to say. She had surprised him with her random show of affection. Emily stood up, hands sliding over the back of her leotard.

“I was surprised,” he said, trying to be vague.

“Why?” She asked, stepping forward, a sly smile playing on her lips. He swallowed, laughing nervously.

“Uh,” he said. This was certainly awkward. Emily came out of her shell and he…well, he was…”that whole nose thing, Emily,” he said, trying to be cool, “What was that about?”

“What do you want it to be about?” Classic teenage girl move, he should’ve seen that coming. He wanted it to be about her having strange feelings for him to, even if it was wrong and stupid and totally against ethics…

“I don’t want it to be about anything,” He said, “you’re here to train, not-” He stopped short when he noticed she was practically pressed against his chest, brown eyes gazing up at him innocently. This did not bode well. Whatever self-control he had left dissolved with her gaze, heart racing.

“I think you want it to be about something,” she locked her arms around his neck, lips curling into a pout.

“That has nothing to do with your tra-“

“All work and no play-“

“You’re becoming more like your mother every day,” he responded, causing her to pull back in shock. She loved her mother, but sometimes the way her mother used flirting to get what she wanted…

“I’m nothing like my mother,” she responded, defiant as ever. He smirked to himself, proud that he became in charge of this situation.

“Sure you are,” he said, arms around her waist, “you’re strong, smart, confident,beautiful.” She swallowed, chewing on her lip. Her heart was racing, how long had she waited to hear someone say those things to her? She expected it to be strange, but it wasn’t. With Sasha it was comfortable.

“I have a request,” she responded. Sasha sighed.

“Yes, Emily,” He said, “I will catch you again.” He rolled his eyes and smirked in amusement.

“No,” she said, flashing a smirk of her own, “this time I want you to kiss me.” He blanched, breath catching again.

“Emily…” He said, wanting to tell her how wrong that would be and how it went against the relationship they were supposed to have. The healthy relationship they were supposed to have. She stared at him, innocent brown eyes gazing into his. And he knew he couldn’t deny her. It would be like abandoning her after she had instilled so much trust it him. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t want to. Denying her would be like denying himself. Even if it went against the rules and regulations and all sorts of stuff he…

“Please?” She asked, her voice cracking a little, just like the night she had stood in the rain, begging him to let her come back so she could be the best he’d ever coached. He couldn’t say no to her then, he’d be a fool to think he could do it now.

“I can do that too,” he responded, obliging her request. He covered her soft pink lips with his, facial hair ticking her mouth and chin. She breathed in deep through her nose. This was everything she felt a kiss should be like. Passionate, amazing, warm… She wrapped her arms around his neck and he grabbed fistfuls of the fabric of her leotard, pulling her as close to him as he could. He expected to feel guilt, but all he felt was the longing to have something more.

“I guess,” she began, pulling back for a little bit before he captured her lips again, “I should get back to,” she continued; he kissed her again, “training.” He sighed, staring at her.

“It would seem,” he responded. She smiled softly, unwinding herself from his arms.

“Thanks,” she said.

Anytime,” He responded. She smiled.

“I’ll take you up on that.”


I realize that their relationship is probably more like father/daughter, but I just…I wanted them to just be together.

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Sweat Pants and Swim Suits: A JONAS fanfiction

Suggested forcefully by Cayce (MyJonasSensesAreTingling3) I hope I execute this right. Please note, the title really has nothing to do with the story.

Sweat Pants and Swim Suits

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Macy Misa was not a pervert. Or that’s what she was telling herself these days. But she couldn’t deny the, er, tingling feeling she got when she watched him walk down the hallway in those pants. Why the hell did those boys where pants that tight anyways? Didn’t they hurt? She blushed crimson at that thought and turned around to hide her face in her locker.

Don’t think about it, Macy, she chanted to herself, closing her eyes tight and gripping her cricket bat.

“Macy?” She heard a familiar voice ask. She jumped, pulling her head out of her locker and swinging her cricket bat frantically. “Whoa!” The voice said, dodging it, just barely.

“Hi, Nick,” Macy said a bit breathlessly, smiling and reminding herself not to look at the pants he was w-shit, too late. They were just as tight as ever if not tighter. She felt her heart race uncomfortably in her chest. She chewed on her lip, staring at the way his khakis bunched up around-

“Macy?” Nick asked and she tore her eyes from his pants and looked directly at his face.

“Huh?” She asked, smiling awkwardly at him.

“I asked if you did your Bio homework last night…” he trailed off, wondering if Macy had been staring at where he thought she was staring.

“Oh,” Macy said, “Oh..uuh…” She turned back to her locker, dropping her cricket bat on the floor with a loud cracking noise. Nick swallowed, staring down at the stick. It had just missed his foot by mere millimeters. He laughed nervously, watching as Macy tore through her locker to find her Biology notebook.

“Crap,” Macy said, moving away from her locker and bending over to look in her book bag. Nick’s eyes followed her, his gaze resting on her thighs and trailing upwards to the hem of her skirt.

“Uh, Macy,” He said nervously, noticing that he wasn’t the only guy who had noticed how nice her legs looked and how short her skirt was. A few other guys were staring intently, slowing down in the hallway as to savor the moment. Macy didn’t hear him, muttering something to herself and continuing to dig in her book bag.

“I know I did that worksheet,” she said, moving around a little more frantically. Nick watched as the fabric of her skirt…he swallowed.

“Macy!” He yelled, his voice coming out a little high pitched and strangled. Macy straightened up and looked at him, hands smoothing out her skirt. Nick willed himself not to watch her fixing her skirt, even when he noticed the same guys from earlier doing the same thing.

“What?” Macy asked, blinking in confusion. She was so oblivious sometimes it was unreal.

“I…uuh,” he said, “I just remembered that I don’t need to homework…” he trailed off, laughing nervously. His mind wandered back to the image of Macy bent over her book bag and he found himself wishing he favored looser pants. If he had just done his homework last night he wouldn’t be having this problem. Stupid Joe and his stupid, stupid really fun ideas. Come on Nick, forget about your homework, Nick, let’s go to that new amusement park, Nick. He could strangle his brother right now for that suggestion. What kind of a teenager goes to an amusement park on a school night? Oh right, Joe Lucas did. How could he forget.

“Why not?” Macy asked, looking a little confused. Nick muttered something under his breath darkly about killing his older brother, but secretly he was glad for the distraction. Anything to get his mind off of Macy and her short skirts and nice legs and…he coughed, swallowing hard and biting his tongue.

“Are you okay, Nick?” Macy asked, watching as he readjusted his canvas bag, holding it against his abdomen.

“I’m fine,” Nick said, coughing a little bit, “I just really like this bag.” Macy raised her eyebrows at him, looking more than a little freaked out.

“It’s a nice bag,” Nick said, his voice sounding strained, “It’s so…plaid and…”

“Uh…huh…” Macy said. She had never seen Nick act this way. Wasn’t this more Joe’s department? Pulling crazy stunts that freaked her out a little? Heck, wasn’t she the one who usually did stupid stuff around the Lucas brothers? It was never the other way around.

“Well,” Nick said, “I’ll see you in bio!” And with that he was off, turning around and heading the opposite direction. Macy sighed, her gaze settling on the way his pants clung to his cute-

“Wait! Nick!” Macy called after him, he turned and looked at her over his shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“You’re going the wrong way,” she said, smiling sheepishly at him. Nick laughed.

“Right,” he said, “I knew that. Thanks.” He turned back around and walked by her as quickly as possible, en route to his next class. Though, he was pretty sure that the way things were going now, he’d end up skipping his class and spending the whole period in the bathroom. Or maybe he’d make a quick stop by his gym locker for a pair of sweatpants. Ah, sweatpants. Those things were so roomy.


“Macy said that your brother is acting really strange,” Stella said to Joe, taking a seat at their usual lunch table. Joe was flipping through a magazine.

“Kevin’s always strange,” Joe said, nonchalantly, licking his finger and turning the page in his magazine.

“No, Joe,” Stella said, “Not Kevin, Nick.” Joe glanced up for a brief moment before looking back down at his magazine.

“Nick’s pretty weird too,” Joe responded. Stella rolled her eyes.

“Let me guess,” she said, “And you’re the only normal Lucas brother?”

“Pretty much,” he said, turning the page again. Stella growled.

“Could you be serious for one second, Joseph?” Stella asked, reaching over and yanking the magazine out of his hands. Joe sighed, crossing his arms and glaring at her.

“Fiiine,” he said, sitting back in his chair, “Tell me how strange my younger brother is being.”

“Macy said he hugged his book bag, told her he really liked it and ran off in the wrong direction,” Stella informed him. Joe erupted into a fit of laughter. Stella was not amused.

“Oh, oh,” Joe said between laughs, “he hugged his book bag? The mental image…” He erupted into laughter again. Stella crossed her arms and glared at him.

“Are you done?” She asked as his laughter died down. Joe held up his hand, erupting into a fit of laughter again.

“Okay,” he said, just as Kevin and Nick approached their table, “now, I’m done.”

“What’s so funny?” Kevin asked, sitting down on the other side of Stella.

“Well,” Joe started, motioning to Nick, “Nick here decided to make a fool of himself in front of our fa-“

“Why are you wearing sweat pants?” Stella asked, interrupting Joe and giving Nick a questioning look.

“I uh,” he said, blushing, “I like these sweat pants…” He took a seat and stared down at his tray of food.

“You’re ruining your whole outfit Nicholas,” Stella said, standing up from the table and grabbing his arm, “come on.”

“Ohhh,” Joe said, smirking after them, “Nick’s gonna get it now!”

“Wait, wait!” Nick said, trying to wriggle free from Stella’s grip on his arm, “where are you taking me?”

“To the bathroom so you can change out of those ridiculous pants,” Stella said, obviously annoyed with Nick’s fashion choices, “Isn’t it against school rules to wear casual clothing outside of gym, anyhow?” Stella shot Nick a look and he shrugged his shoulders.

“You never worried about rules before, Stella,” Nick said, finally pulling free from her grip.

“That’s because before now, none of you committed a heinous crime against fashion.”

“I’m wearing sweat pants, Stell,” Nick said, “I’m not wearing lime green skinny jeans with gold shoes and-” Stella cut him off, holding up a hand.

“I get it, Nicholas,” she said, “but that doesn’t make this any less aggravating. What happened to the outfit that I approved?”

“Uh,” Nick said, just as Macy brushed past the two of them. He swallowed hard. He turned his head and watched her walk past, her hips swaying. He felt his mouth go dry and his sweat pants get a little less roomy. Not again.

“Earth to Nick Lucas,” Stella said, snapping at him. He turned back towards her, wincing a little bit when he noticed her fingers were directly in his face.

“Uh, I have them,” he said, “they’re in my gym locker…”

“Perfect,” Stella said, grabbing his arm and heading in the direction of the gym, “you can change back in there.”

“Wait…Stella…” He pulled free from her again, “I can’t change back.”

“Why not?” Stella asked and Nick blushed. She couldn’t possibly be asking him that question. He didn’t even know how to respond to that. How could he tell one of his best female friends why he couldn’t change into the outfit she approved for him?

“B…b…because,” he said, whimpering softly before continuing, “I…uh…” Stella stared at him expectantly, tapping her foot. Nick sighed. “I just can’t, okay?” He asked, pushing past her in favor of somewhere he could be alone.

“Nicholas Lucas,” Stella said, fists clenched, “that is not a reason.” Nick didn’t stop, though. He didn’t see why it was such a big deal. Sure, he was wearing sweat pants, but sometimes you just have to wear sweat pants.

“Sometimes you just have to wear sweat pants, Stella,” Nick called back to her, still walking in the opposite direction. He heard Stella growl and stomp her foot in frustration.

“Joe!” She shouted to his older brother, “Nick is being unreasonable!”


Nick sat in the art room, holding one of his favorite guitars on his lap and strumming it, trying to forget about all the events of that day. The way Macy made him feel, the way Stella had flipped when she saw him wearing sweats, the way he hugged his book bag. This was almost as bad as that whole song writing fiasco a few weeks ago.

“Nick?” Macy asked, knocking on the open door. Scratch that, it just got worse than that song writing fiasco a few weeks ago. Nick looked up from his guitar and blushed, immediately looking back down.

“Macy,” he said, a bit breathless. She was wearing her red swimsuit. She had probably just finished getting ready for swim practice. He tried not to think of how tight the fabric was or how amazing her legs looked. He was just thankful she was wearing shorts over her swim suit. Would it have killed her to put a shirt on as well? Don’t they usually wear stuff like that before they swim? Trying not to think about how hot she looked, didn’t seem to be working that well…

“Stella told me about what happened at lunch,” she said. Nick blushed more. Stupid girls and their stupid gossip.

“Yeah,” he said, “she freaked on me about the whole sweat pants deal,” he tugged on the fabric of his pants and laughed nervously.

“That’s not the way she told it,” Macy said, walking into the room, “She said you were being unreasonable.” Nick chuckled, staring at the neck of his guitar.

“I guess I was,” he said, the events that happened at lunch time, replaying in his head.

“Those pants look nice on you,” Macy said. It was true that she preferred his tighter pants, but she didn’t mind the sweats all that much. Nick looked up and flashed her a nervous smile.

“That swimsuit,” he began, motioning to her outfit, “looks nice on you.” Macy blushed and stared down at her feet.

“Thanks,” she said bashfully before looking back up, “What’re you playing?” She motioned to his guitar and Nick smiled softly.

“Nothing, really,” he said, “Just some old songs.”

“What old songs?” She asked, moving closer to him and taking a seat on the stool positioned beside him. He tried not to stare at her legs, especially when she rested her hands against the stool between them.

“Well,” Nick said, “it’s really only, one old song.”

“What one,” she asked, leaning closer to him. Nick swallowed.

“It’s called Mac-uh-Mandy,” he said, mentally kicking himself for almost messing up the name of one of the oldest songs he and his brothers performed together.

“Sing it for me?” Macy asked, smiling at him.

“Promise you wont pass out?” Nick asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t know where it came from, it just happened. She slapped his arm playfully.

“Nicholas Lucas,” she said in a disapproving tone, “in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve gotten a lot better about my-“she used air quotes here-“obsession with your band.”

“Is that why you almost smacked me in the face with a cricket bat earlier?” He asked, smirking at her again. Macy gasped, putting her hand over her heart.

“You snuck up on me,” she responded.

“Well excuse me for needing the Biology homework,” he responded, sticking his tongue out at her. She giggled and smacked his cheek playfully, letting her hand linger against his skin for a second longer than she should’ve. Nick stared at her, feeling the mood in the room shift from playful to something more serious. He felt her begin to pull her hand away from his cheek, and he reached up quickly to stop her. Pinning her hand against his face by pressing his hand over hers.

“Nick?” Macy asked, heart racing. Nick didn’t say anything, he moved his guitar from his lap and slid off of his stool. Macy swallowed, watching as he set his guitar against the floor and leaned it against the stool he had been sitting on previously. He moved so he was practically between her legs and she said his name again, but this time it came out in the form of a gasp instead of a question. He tried to concentrate on keeping his breathing even. It was hard to maintain when he saw her lips part and felt her hand move from against the stool and up his chest before she let it rest against his shoulder.

He watched as she let her eyes slip closed, tilting her head a little to the side, waiting for him to make his move. He pressed himself closer to her, feeling the warmth of her against his stomach. He sighed, dropping his hand from hers and wrapping both arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She gasped, eyes fluttering open, just in time to catch him pressing his lips against her’s roughly.

Her head was swimming and she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling. She never even knew Nick felt this way about her…she had always hoped…but…She felt Nick’s hand move from her waist, trailing against her side and then down over her leg to her knee. She felt him shiver, and butterflies erupted in her chest. Her cheeks flushed when he trailed his hand back up again, fingering the hem of her shorts. She pulled away from him, gasping for air and tilting her head back. Nick pressed his lips to her neck, setting her back down on the stool and sliding his hand into her shorts, feeling the bottom of the fabric to her swim suit.

She gasped his name and he kept reminding himself not to go too far. Even though he was pretty sure he’d gone too far already. He sucked in her neck gently, listening to her whimper shrilly. He traced circles with his index finger against her leg and she gasped, biting her tongue.

“N-Nick,” she whispered, shoving him away slightly. He looked at her, confused. She bit her lip. “I think we should stop,” she said, taking a deep shuddering breath before continuing, “you know…before it goes too far?” Nick swallowed and nodded a little. He was a little hurt, but he was amazed by her self-control. If she hadn’t stopped him right then…well…

“Don’t you have to go to swim practice?” Nick asked, still breathing hard.

“Not today,” Macy said, sliding off the stool and giving Nick a mischievous smirk. He raised both eyebrows in confusion.

“Then why…?” He asked, motioning to her swim suit. She shrugged.

“It’s comfortable,” she responded, “just like your sweat pants.”

END &&

So yeah. The ending kind of sucks. I feel really weird about the whole swim suit/sweat pants deal…Some of the ideas are very similar to thiscoffeeshop’s story, so go read her stuff. She was nice enough to let me be awesome and use some of her ideas :). Sort of… I just felt like I should mention her. Sorry that they’re both OOC, but this is the first time I’ve ever really written anything like this. Love you guys! Please R&R!

Concrete Angel: A Danny Phantom OC fanfiction

Concrete Angel

Summary: Introducing Ellie. Vlad meets a strange girl on his way home one night. ONESHOT VM x OC
Disclaimer: Don’t own DP, BH does. I do own writing. Get used to it X.x. I ALSO OWN ESMERALDA, SHE IS MINE.

It was cold and rainy. She held her knees to her chest and shook. She could feel her ribs cracking as she breathed and cried into her knees. She wasn’t sure if they were broken or cracked or something else.

Her eyes were beginning to sting from the cuts on her face and the bruises on her eye.

She had worn out her other excuses around her friends. She ran into a door, she fell down the stairs…she fell out of her window.

Why didn’t she try to protect herself in that family of freaks? She could go intangible, walk through walls, blast them away with her psychic energy…but it would all come at a price.

If she let them hit her, she had a place to stay. If she exposed the half of her that she had been keeping secret since birth…they would give her up for study or tell everyone about her as she ran away.

Why was this so hard?

She heard someone behind her, but she ignored the noise. She doubted she could turn around to see who or what it was anyway.

Someone placed a hand on her shoulder causing her to breathe sharply before letting out a wail of pain. The hand pulled back in surprise.

“Don’t…touch…me…” she wheezed before her battered body gave way and she fell against the cool concrete.


A heart monitor was beeping when she opened her eyes. The room was dark and in the back of her mind she swore she could hear water dripping.

“Good,” a smooth voice said, “you’re awake.”

Her eyes traveled to him, taking in his features. His hair was long a grey, he had it smoothed and pulled back into a pony tail. He wore a back suit and he was very muscular for how old he must’ve been. His eyes were a brilliant, yet dull color that she couldn’t quite make out.

“Who are…” she started, but her voice faulted as she winced in pain.

“Vlad Masters,” came his simple reply as he placed his hand on hers. She began to move her arm away, but pain shot through her shoulder and he frowned at her.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked, struggling not to use too much air. Vlad tilted his head back and let out a short laugh before turning back to her.

“Nothing is wrong with you child,” he said. Her heart began to beat uncomfortably.

“Why…am I in so much…p…pain?” she struggled out.

“Oh,” Vlad said, “you mean that kind of wrong.” He paused, scratching his head for a moment before continuing, “Your shoulder was dislocated, your collar bone is broken, you have two broken ribs, a broken ankle and you are very thin for your height and age.”

She took in a deep shuddering breath as she took all of this in.

“Frankly child,” he continued, “I am surprised you are still living.” She turned away from him and let a few tears fall from her eyes. The stinging continued.

“I wish I were dead,” she whispered. Vlad looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. He wasn’t really known for his soft side, but something about her just stole away his heart. Maybe young Daniel was right; he was getting soft in his old age.

A sob broke the silence between them as she began to cry.

“What’s your name?” Vlad asked, desperately trying to get her to stop crying.

“Esm…” she tried, but she couldn’t say the whole word, “Ellie.” She used her nickname as a substitution in order to save breath and erase pain.

“That’s a pretty name,” he said sweetly. His tone almost made him want to puke, but if she cried she would be putting herself in danger of death. And if she died, how would he live with himself?

Why had he even bothered with such a wretch like her in the first place? Had she reminded him of what he used to be once upon a time; an unwanted child struggling by in society, trying to avoid going back to that place full of the people who hated him? Looking back on it now, he often wondered why he called them family.

“Why did you help me?” she asked, her voice was cool. There was the hatred he knew she had within her.

“Because,” he said as his eyes went to the floor, “once upon a time I went through the same thing.”

Fear struck her. He knew about the abuse! Well of course he would…it was obvious.

“I fell down the stairs,” she lied. Vlad couldn’t help but laugh.

“Child, if you had fallen down the stairs you would be dead by now.”

“You’d be surprised,” Ellie said dully.

Vlad raised an eyebrow. She certainly was interesting. And he had found her on a street.

“What do you mean by that child?” He asked. Ellie smiled. He was interested in what she was.

“I’m actually pretty tough for how small I am,” Ellie said. Vlad laughed.

“Tell me child, how many times have you ‘fallen’ down the stairs?”

“Twice,” she answered simply. Vlad laughed again.

“You lie.”

“Why would I lie about falling down the stairs?”

“Because your home life isn’t what most homes are like. Your family hates you and your parents hit you. Am I right child?” Ellie glared at him.

“They aren’t my family,” she spat.

“Now, now,” he said, “I understand how much you hate them, but do they not sometimes love you?”

“I’m not one of them,” she said, “I will never be one of them!” She sat up and despite the pain she ripped all of the wires and tubes from her body and jumped onto the floor.

Vlad stood up to stop her, but he was blown away by some kind of psychic energy. He gasped in surprise when he noticed she was floating a few inches from the ground.

“Surprised?” She asked.

“Slightly,” he replied. He had thought she was normal, but as he stared at her now in a bubble of silver psychic energy he realized that she was even more special than he and Danny could ever be. She wasn’t even human; she was two parts of something greater.
Her laughter filled his mind.

“You are surprised,” his mind laughed at him. He held his ears and fell to his knees.

“What is this?” He asked out loud.

“My power,” she answered aloud.

Then like that she was gone. She had disappeared from his sight and left him wondering. So many questions he had for her. Like why hadn’t he sensed her ghost half or was she even a ghost? Was she even human?

An angel he had found on concrete and a lesson he would never forget.