[Nearly a week before Going Home]
Warning: Suggestive Themes


It was the dead of night, pitch black in the room that she was sharing with Arno, save for the little bit of light seeping from under the door that lead out into the hallways of the underground base. Waking suddenly, Moira kept her eyes shut tight for a couple seconds before slowly opening and just staring at the wall across from the bed. Her breathing shaky and her heart pounding, she tried her best to take in slow, calm, breaths as the dream-vision still lingered in her head. Moira always hated her dreams, more so recently as they seemed to be just as fractured as he third-eye ability was. Yet this one was different, having seen things from three different perspectives at the same time, the split originally causing the most distress until she laid there and thought about what she had seen. Untangling herself from the shark, she slowly sat up and ran her hand through her long hair, letting out a sigh that sounded partially distressed. Shaking her head, Moira went to stand up, feeling the need to get some fresh air, somehow.

Arno was used to tossing and turning in his sleep, but he could feel Moira slipping away from him in his sleep. He usually was the first to wake and the first to crash out. He grunted when she untangled herself from the messy cuddling position they were in and slowly creaked an eye open. Her heartbeat was thumping, which he could tell wasn't a good thumping."Beefcake...You alright?" He questioned, figuring the answer was going to be know, but trying to be thoughtful. His head was always a little cloudy when he was first waking up, so it took him a few moments to remember where he was too. It was pretty normal for him to look disoriented when first waking up.

Stretching a bit, Moira let out a slightly pained sound as she stretched out a slightly cramped muscle, "Yeah, just a strange dream is all." She left it ambiguous as she really didn't want to try explaining that the dreams were linked to one of her own powers. Taking in another deep breath, she sat back down on the bed, feeling just a little wobbly as her body was telling her to rest but her mind said run.

Unfortunately, Arno had been rousing himself to wake and now was unable to go back to sleep. He stared at her for a long moment, wondering if he should pester her about it. "Did you...want to talk about it?" He questioned, throwing his feet over the side of the bed. It was nice that Michael had figured out some sleeping arrangements. He'd have to remember to make him off the bite list.

Just sitting there on the edge of the bed, looking down at her right hand, fiddling with the wedding band on her ring finger, Moira stayed silent for a moment. "I do, sort of. The issue is finding the right words to describe what I saw." As she spoke, she seemed to be preemptively figuring out how to word what she saw and how she could describe how she was seeing it.

Arno got up from the bed, listening to it creak a little bit and walked around to stand in front of her. "Well, I'll let you try. I know better than anyone, words are hard." He put his hands on his hips, slipping his fingers into the pockets of those obnoxious boxers.

Moira continued to sit there for a couple moments, opening her mouth every so often to try to speak before stopping, but eventually she spoke. "So...I have this ability that used to let me see little blips of a fight I was in, and they tried to take it," she motioned to the left side of her face where her nearly blind eye was, "now it doesn't work like it used to, but...I've always been able to see some form of past events in dreams, but only in dreams..." she took in a breath and looked up to him, smiling a little awkwardly, "following so far?"

"Yup." He grinned, running a finger across his nose. "Just giving me more fuel for the Haven shark week." he chuckled and then sat down next to her on the bed. "So you saw something that's bothering you?" He fiddled with his fingers, rolling them across each other and looking down at the tiled floor.

She nodded, "Yeah, though I'm not...sure why. It just...it didn't feel right, then again the last time this happened was when I was a child, so that might also be the reason..” With another pause, Moira leaned back just a little bit, tilting her head up to look at the ceiling, "unlike the other one, I was seeing through one set of eyes and then suddenly three."

"Huh....that's really weird. I mean not in a bad way." He looked over at her, inspecting her features. "Just that's pretty cool? Ominous. Three eyes? Never seen a Meta with three eyes but then again I don't see many rock people or sharks either." he was trying to crack a joke, but felt his humour was lacking.

Moira smiled a bit at him, "Well, we are a weird species.." was all she could come up with before looking back down at her hand, the ring still there, still being fiddled with. "but... I think what I have now...or what it's become for the dream part of it, it might just be related to whoever I am related to by blood," she paused, closing her eyes to think a moment, "The first one...I think it was my Mother, but this one... I know it was my grandmother because I saw her, I saw her face.."

"You have living relatives other than Lucy, Yoko , and the other lady you punched? Lucky." he chuckled wry fully. "Least I got you and the captain. Trying not to make this a bum out session....do you think there is something we've gotta do? Like...a vision quest?" He pat her knee, reassuring people was something he was getting used to with Moira.

She chuckled a little, shaking her head as she opened her eye to look at his hand on her knee, "In theory, I would have a lot of blood relatives, depending on what had happened when I was locked up. Twenty years is a long time for things to happen..." Moira sat still for a moment, before eventually laying back on the bed, her hair clumping in a pile at the small of her back, but she didn't bother to fix it. "The woman I punched is my grandmother, but...I only saw her face as I watched - at least in this dream - her staring in horror at two...I think it was two... pairs of eyes staring back at her. What I was looking at was like seeing three different ways at once, it was something I really don't want to do again any time soon."

"Sounds like it would be disorienting." He hesitated for a moment before curling up against her, placing his head on her stomach. "What did you want to do today?" he stared at her from the position where he was. "Are we done with the tunnels?"

Moira just laid there, moving her hand to rest near his head, but not touching it, "I think we are done with the tunnels, I don't really think we need any more of them right now, though I could dig just to dig, but I miss being on the surface again...I don't like being down here."

"I mean, there's nothing....stopping us. You really think nerd boy can stop us?" He chuckled, his body tensing a little bit as her hand got closer. She smelt nice though, like fresh gravel on a mountain side. "I mean, how else could we fight to get this off your mind?"

"I'm not sure, really. I don't know why this one is bugging me so much either. It's just, something felt different, not quite right. There shouldn't have been a reason for it to split into three.." Moira let out an annoyed sigh, wishing that this wasn't getting to her as much as it was, but now she had to deal with it.

"Well. We don't know until it happens really. Don't sweat the small stuff. You are too big for that." He teased, brushing her hand with his Mohawk. "Stress is bad for rocks and gems. Stress too much, you'll get a fracture." He yawned for a moment and shook his shoulders out in a slight spasm.

She let out another sigh, "I don't think these are a small thing.... I do remember a phrase that they said before the split vision." Moira fell silent, as if not wanting to say the words, or as if she were bracing herself. "It was something like 'ready the Adamantine and Feral dna'.."

Arno popped up and looked down at her. "Adamantite and feral....?" He looked very carefully at her face and could tell it bothered her. "Are those ******** trying to engineer Meta now? Oooooooooooooh......." he hopped off the bed and suddenly went feral, pacing back and forth in his larger form. He reached out and punched part of the wall, leaving an imprint of his fist.

Moira brought her hand to her face, rubbing her eyes with her thumb and forefinger, "They tried..and succeeded. There's no other way to put it, but whatever they managed to make...it's...part of me helped make...them." she took in a deep breath, "It might be why my grandmother was so terrified...I might actually have to go talk to her about this...see what she know about it, I just...I want to know if I'm actually seeing things as they have happened...again."

"Like if your powers are working right again?" He growled between his clenched teeth, walking closer to her and clenching his fists. "You gonna punch her again or you gonna use the talky words?" He grunted, opening and closing his fists. This was bullshit, first they capture people, then they experiment with their DNA. Whoever was making meta out of Moira and some other feral was gonna pay.

"I just want to talk to her, if she'll even talk to me. There's a chance that she might not talk to me, considering I did punch her." Just letting her hand rest on her face, she continued to lay on the bed, not wanting to sit up or move again. The dream had woken her up from a decently deep sleep, so she was still pretty exhausted. "I just...want to know if the dreams are still the same...I did manage to somehow talk to my brother through one earlier...it was so strange.."

"Yeah maybe ..." he started to calm down and dropped back into his smaller form."You have some pretty cool powers though. I'm just bitey."He laughed and reached out to pet her head. It dawned on him that her brush would be nearby and he sniffed it out, grabbing it from the bedside drawer. "You uh..." he pointed the brush at her and sat down beside her on the bed."Yer hair's a mess"

Opening her eyes, she gave him a look of confusion before slowly sitting up and attempting to run her hand through her mass of hair. Frowning when it came out to be a tangled, knotted mess, she sighed. "It's not like I can easily take care of it. I can try to braid it on my own, but it takes forever even when I use what little psychokinesis I inherited.." Moira mumbled, actually looking a little ashamed, considering she used to be able to take such great care of her hair, now she was stuck just attempting to keep it not in her face.

"Well I will make you a promise beefcake....I'll do my best to help you take care of your hair, if you promise we can be friends even if I piss you off."He started to run the brush through her hair, tugging gently into the knots. "And I'll even see if I can learn how to braid, that way ye can keep yer hair in order." He ran his fingers up through her hair and then the brush back down again.

A smile graced her lips followed by a soft chuckle, "I don't think you could ever piss me off, Arno.". As he started to brush her hair, she closed her eyes and did her best to just enjoy a the little act of gentle intimacy. Letting herself relax quite a bit, Moira started to hum a tune, one that she could be heard singing softly to herself when she thought that she was alone, one that was once sung to her many years ago.

Arno casually listened to the tune as he continued his actions. "Trust me, I can and it'll happen." He lost the brush in her hair at one point and get very close to her, his hands wound up in her abundant locks. "Sorry." He breathed down the back of her neck. "I kind of lost the brush. Give me a moment...." he continued talked very close to her ear, huffing softly.

She was about to laugh a little, though the laugh got caught in her throat as Arno got closer, the breath on the back of her neck more than enough to send a shiver down her spine. About to ask him if he was doing that on purpose, Moira turned her head just enough to glance back at him, though it was enough for him to get a view of the light pink tint - even in the darkness - to her cheeks. As she glanced at him, she shook her head a tiny bit, remembering who it was, there was no way that he would be doing it on purpose, more so considering that he was still generally awkward about things. Awkward, but adorable. Another shiver down her spine as he got close to her ear, "Maybe.... Maybe I should just cut it all off." she mumbled quickly.


"No!" He growled defensively. "It's beautiful." He finally got his hand on the brush and slowly tugged it back out of her hair. He could see the tint on her face just fine, his preditorial sight working well, even in this lack of light. He swallowed and looked her over. "I uh...I'm not embarrassing you am I?" He was up on his knees, still very close to her. He reached around her head, pulling loose hair back.

"No...no, you...you didn't embarrass me." Moira said quickly, though quietly, closing her eyes and visibly shivering as he moved her hair back, though now a bit embarrassed by how easily she was letting her body react to such simple things. "Just, just things, things is all."she mumbled, bringing her hand to her face to try and attempt to hide her blushing face, but it was a little difficult.

”Well, talk. You know we can open to each other." he pat her shoulders and wiggled a little bit. "I mean like you are the only one I let get near me and stuff like that. You don't try to hurt me and I like that, so spill it. Let's talk about you.” Arno leaned over her body, getting over his not liking to be touched by people for the moment and laid his chin on her shoulder. "If anything, I want us to be able to use our words as best as we can" He gave a sincere smile, which was not normal for him, and felt weird on his face.

Moira kept her face covered with her hand, her eyes closed as she tried to think about how she could phrase this without being incredibly blunt about what she wanted to do. "Thing is, what I want to do now isn't really something that you can do with a lot of words. I mean, you can and you totally should because communication is important in general for it, but it's more of an...uhm..." she paused, opening her eyes to Just look at him for a moment. "It's...sort of like taking with every single part of your body, letting someone see and touch all of you, something that some people do only with those that they want to be as close as possible to. .I'm one of those people and I kind of want to do that with you."

"Sort of like weird touching charades? I mean if you want a massage, just tell me where. I mean, yeah you can't really talk a massage onto someone..." he laughed innocently for a moment and squeezed her shoulders with his hands. "You smell a little different than usual..." he murmured. "Like a fresh breeze...rolling over a fresh water bank. It's nice." He was oblivious to the hinting at the moment, not really ...accustomed to people in general and especially not a girl.