text; Wednesday afternoon

[momchester]

Three things.

1: If anybody has experience dealing with the school system here, I'd love to talk to you. I'm trying to get started on enrolling a child for September, and any help or advice would be so appreciated. It's a real hassle.

2: Sam Winchester has left the island. I won't say he's gone, because he was gone a long time ago.

3: Does anybody have the power to turn a cat blue? Without dyes or hurting the cat, please.

[Anyone looking for her at her apartment won't find her there.]

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[momchester]

[...]

Take what?

[hostage]

You're like literally burning up.

[momchester]

Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Wait.

You mean take my power?

[hostage]

Yeah.

I mean, like, for a little bit. 'til you feel better. If you want.

[momchester]

What do you mean? I thought all you could do void them or- take them.

[hostage]

I figured it out. It's like... Like I totally take it away. And it's like I hold onto it. For a while. Or forever. And then I can give it back, you know.

[momchester]

Wow, that's incredible.

So... you're really sure you can give them back? Can you show me somehow?

[hostage]

I'm totally sure. I did it with Lisbeth and Mr. White. I'm real good at it, but, uh... Like, the only way to show you is to do it.

[momchester]

[She frowns at that, walking backwards until she hits the kitchen table and can lean against it.]

You mean give me a power.

[hostage]

Yeah. I could.

[momchester]

Like what?

[Congrats, this has effectively distracted her.]

[hostage]

Telekinesis?

[momchester]

Yes.

[Wait.]

I mean- what are my other options?

[hostage]

That's all I got. Lisbeth didn't want it, so we traded and I gave her back her old power. Then I gave it to Mr. White but I took it away again 'cause he, uh...

I just didn't want him to have it.

[momchester]

[A semi-understanding nod.]

I guess I don't blame you.

That sounds good, I guess.

[There's obvious hesitation. Not about the new power, but about exposing herself to his power like this.]

[hostage]

[He extends his hand to her. He knows this whole thing scares people, so he leaves the choice to Mary.]

It won't hurt. Just hold my hand.

[momchester]

[...

She looks at his hand, then back to his incredibly blue eyes.]

Promise you won't take it away yet?

[Trusting is a hard thing for her, after all this.]

[hostage]

I promise.

[momchester]

[She licks her lips uncertainly, then nods.]

Okay.

[Stepping forward to put her hand in his.]

[hostage]

[He clasps her hand and it feels just the same as it has anytime he's done it. After about ten or fifteen seconds, his fingers stroke hers reassuringly and he lets go.]

Okay, you got it. Alls you gotta do is think about moving something and you can.

[momchester]

[For a fleeting second she doesn't want to, but she lets go with him.]

Okay...

[Huh. She eyes him then looks around, brows furrowed quizzically. Well, let's see if this works. She narrows her eyes at an ash tray...

...and it jumps off the table. Mary yelps and takes a step back.]

Oh my god. It worked!

[hostage]

[He's been just a little bit terrified this whole time, so he jumps too. Then he laughs.]

Of course it worked! Did you think I was kidding?

[momchester]

No I just thought you were full of it!

[Wait did she just

no

words come back]

-Oh, I'm sorry.

[hostage]

Oh, well. Now you're eating it, ain't you.

[momchester]

Yeah, pretty much.

[And he scoots a... couple inches closer, jerkily. She smirks at him.]

Don't mess with me, kid.