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It was too early in the morning to think, and that was exactly why Lana liked it. She dipped her feet in the cold seawater and stood there, feeling the spray upon her face.
Hours passed. The tide got lower until she was no longer standing in the sea. Her head started to fill with noises of people and traffic and wildlife as Seattle started to wake up.
And then, like the morning before, and the morning before that, and the morning before that…she felt a familiar hand take hers and give a firm squeeze.
“You should really stop doing this.” He said calmly, although she could hear a tightness in his voice.
She looked up at him. “Thank you for coming.”
“You asked me to come. So I’m here.” He replied, and sighed. “I can’t keep doing this, Lana. I came to Seattle because you asked me to, but you won’t tell me why. And I feel like…like I’m your secret or something. Which doesn’t even make sense because…I mean, we’re not doing anything wrong.” He suddenly dropped her hand. “I don’t like lying. You need to tell him about me. That we see each other.”
Lana stared out at the sea. “You make it sound like we’re dating. We are not dating. So what if two friends meet up?”
“Secretly?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lana rolled her eyes. “Quinn, if you feel so strongly about this, then I’ll tell Sanjit. Just wait and see. He won’t care at all.”
“Doesn’t he wonder why you leave so early in the morning?”
“He knows I have a problem sleeping. I’ve been like that for a while.” Lana replied casually.
“Because of the nightmares?” Quinn asked, and she could hear the concern in his voice.
She sat down on the sand, and after a while, Quinn joined her.
“I come out here to clear my head.” She said quietly. “It’s better than lying in bed trying not to fall asleep. It’s only when I’m too exhausted to dream that I have a good night’s sleep. Other than that…” She trailed off, as if she didn’t want to say it. “Sanjit’s getting tired of it. I can tell. He acts like it’s OK, like he understands, but I know he finds it hard. So I leave. Every morning, I leave.”
Quinn looked troubled. “What do you dream about? The gaiapha-”
“Don’t say it.” Lana said sharply. “Destroyed or not, I still can’t bear to think about that thing.”
They fell silent.
“I dreamt of you.” She said suddenly.
“I dreamt of you, Quinn. The same dream, over and over again. You were in Alaska. And you were dead.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He looked at her. “And that’s the only reason you contacted me?” He asked, sounding tense. “That’s why you brought me over to Seattle? So I wouldn’t die in Alaska because you had some dream? I thought this was an emergency!”
“It was an emergency, Quinn!” Lana replied hotly. “Don’t just dismiss this as ‘some dream’. It was more than that. I couldn’t shake the feeling that -”
“A feeling, Lana!” Quinn interrupted. “That’s exactly what it was: a feeling. When I came here, I thought – I mean, you made it sound like…look, you only told me you were still with Sanjit two days ago.”
Lana looked confused. “What has that got to do with it?”
“Never mind.” Quinn sighed. “But you don’t understand. The fishing boat only comes into port every four months. I missed it to come here and see you. Which means I’m out of a job until September.” He looked down at the sand and started carving patterns into it.
“I’m sorry.” Lana replied after a pause. “I didn’t realise. I didn’t think you would drop everything to come here.”
Quinn looked over at her. “You’re pretty special, you know that? I mean, anyone would drop everything to see the Healer.”
Lana laughed, and it was a welcome sound. “No one’s called me that in years.”
“I thought I’d start the trend again.” He smiled.
Neither of them said anything for a while.
“I need to go back, don’t I?” Lana said quietly.
“Yeah, and so do I.” Quinn agreed.
“Yep, I’m going back to Alaska. I need to get some kind of job to pay the rent. And believe it or not, I actually like living there.” He said wistfully.
Lana wasn’t sure what to say. “These dreams…”
Quinn put an arm around her, and pulled her into a tight hug. “I can take care of myself, don’t worry. If anyone attacks me I’ll beat them with my fishing rod.”
“Sounds like a good tactic.” Lana smiled. “I’ll see you around, fisherman.”
“You too, Healer.” Quinn replied cheerfully, but Lana knew he was putting it on. She watched him walk back up over the beach, and out of sight.
And without meaning to, she wondered if it would be the last time she saw him.
Edilio took off his gun belt and slipped out of his black boots. It had been a long, uneventful day at the police station. Chris, his partner, would be home soon. But until then Edilio was allowed to be alone with his thoughts.
It was instinctive. He went over to the cupboard in the living room, and found his rosary beads and Bible. Chris didn’t approve. He always said that any religion that didn’t condone gay rights should not be followed. But how could Edilio abandon his religion?
He’d already abandoned his family.
When the FAYZ ended, the newfound fame of all the kids there, including him, allowed him a green card to stay in Los Angeles. He was too important to be deported. And this way, the government could keep tabs on him, like they did on all FAYZ kids. At least they were subtle about it. But Caine and Sam had been quick from the start to pretend that their powers ended with the FAYZ, that they were no longer a threat to anyone and that any crime that anyone committed in the FAYZ was done under immense pressure.
The media loved it. Edilio remember the countless interviews he’d seen with Sam and Caine, who were apparently the chosen ambassadors for all the kids. No one ever wanted an interview with Edilio. Maybe a gay Catholic illegal immigrant was too much to handle, he thought bitterly.
His family were deported long before the FAYZ ended. They’d tried to come and see him, to bring him home, but Edilio told them not to bother; he was coming home.
He never went home.
His whole family were too religious, too orthodox to accept a gay son. And even if they did, he would be stuck in a village where being gay was openly condemned. How could he change who he was? His parents would be so ashamed.
No, it was best stay right where he was. Living a normal life in Los Angeles.
Chris was a nurse. In fact, Edilio had met him in hospital, when he had broken his nose after a drunk man had punched him whilst he was on duty. And after that, they had met again in a bar, and hit it off almost instantly. It had been just over a year now. It occurred to Edilio, not for the first time, that they should enter a domestic partnership. After all, he couldn’t imagine spending his life with anyone but Chris.
The thought made him happy. It was moments like those that Edilio enjoyed most; when he remembered what he should be grateful for. And then the memories of the FAYZ would flood back, memories of his family, of how his life might be if the FAYZ had never happened before.
And just like that, the happiness was gone.
It was a small apartment compared to Caine’s mansion, but artistically decorated.
Diana dropped her purse on the hall table, slipped out of her high heels and sat gracefully on the sofa in the living area. Gaia walked into one of the rooms, presumably her bedroom, without saying a word, like she had been instructed to do so.
Caine hesitantly sat on the sofa across from Diana.
Neither of them spoke for a while, but it wasn’t awkward. And then Diana stood up suddenly, and without explaining, picked up her phone and dialled a number. “Hey, it’s me. You’re probably sleeping. I forgot to tell you earlier but I found some money today. Call me when you get this.” She hung up the phone and sat back down on the sofa.
“How do you make a living?” Caine asked curiously, eyeing the vintage furniture and tasteful décor. After hearing that phone call it didn’t seem like money came easily to her.
“I’m an escort.” She replied without flinching.
Caine stared at her. “Like…a prostitute?” He abruptly felt jealous of any other man touching her.
Diana rolled her eyes, and it was suddenly like they were fifteen again. “No Caine, don’t be stupid.” She said, without fear of his anger. “Men here want to look classy, especially businessmen. They want to turn up at society dances and dinners with the best date. So my job is to go with them, look good, and be intelligent. They love intelligent women here.”
Caine smirked. “A high-class escort – is that what they call it nowadays?”
“It pays well, Caine.” Diana said coldly. “I don’t care if you judge me, I do what I have to do to support my daughter.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Doesn’t your husband help out?” He asked, glancing at her ring.
Diana stared at him, and then burst into laughter. “Oh, Caine. I’m not married. Why, are you jealous?”
Caine looked nonplussed, and felt himself turning red. “Why are you wearing a ring if -”
“Gaia goes to a private school. The best in Paris.” Diana said proudly. “It’s very elitist. I knew that if they saw me with her, it would take two minutes to work out I’m a single mom who had her when I was a teenager. So I wear a wedding ring to pass her off as my husband’s daughter, my stepdaughter.”
Caine paused. “That’s…dedication.”
They both fell silent.
The phone rang.
Diana waited before she got up to answer it, as if she purposely wanted to look like she wasn’t eager to answer the phone.
Caine could only hear her side of the conversation.
“Hello?” She said. “Oh…um, no. I have company….Yes, of course. How soon?...That won’t be hard, it’s like a moth to a flame…And I’m still not allowed to know why?...Well, I hope you’ll enlighten me tomorrow…Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” Diana put the phone down and glanced back at Caine. “A job offer.” She explained.
Sam listened to the message.
“Hey, it’s me.” Said the familiar voice. “You’re probably sleeping. I forgot to tell you earlier but I found some money today. Call me when you get this.”
So Caine had gone to France. That was their code, if Caine was there and Diana needed Sam to come. If she said anything about money, it meant that he was there.
Sam called her back immediately.
“Hello?” She answered.
“It’s me…Sam.” He said, lowering his voice in case Caine was within earshot. “Can you talk?”
“Oh…um, no. I have company.” Diana said in a clipped tone.
“I’ll try and get on the next flight to Paris. You’ve kept Gaia away from him, right?”
“Yes, of course. How soon?”
Sam paused. “Within a few hours, I hope. But I probably won’t be there until tomorrow. You have to keep him there.”
“That won’t be hard, it’s like a moth to a flame.” Diana replied, and Sam could almost imagine a smirk on his face.
“OK. Thanks for letting me know he was there.”
“And I’m still not allowed to know why?” She asked impatiently.
Sam sighed. “There’s only so much I can tell you on the phone. We’re being monitored, remember?”
“Well, I hope you’ll enlighten me tomorrow.”
He paused. “Of course. Be careful.”
“Yeah.” She said casually. “I’ll see you soon.”
Sam hung up the phone. Within an hour he had booked a flight and packed a small suitcase.
It was time to see his brother again.