Page 3 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

I decide to own it, I shrug, “Er, it’s a valid question.”

“Okay, Trouble, you come and stand near me for a moment and let everyone calm the fuck down,” Van says as he pulls me closer and tucks me under his arm. It doesn’t escape my notice that he holds onto me extra tight.

“Why is everyone still staring at me?” I ask after a moment of silence.

“For fuck sake, this is going to be harder than I thought,” Winston exclaims, throwing his tiny hands in the air. Giving me an unimpressed look, he adds, “I’m out, you need to call people and take this bubble down before it gains the wrong sort of attention, oh, and Neith, your boob is out.”

With that parting statement, he disappears. It’s only once he has gone that what he said registers. I glance down at my exposed boob, which has pizza smeared on it too, and I frown, “It’s not completely out, it's still in a bra.”

“Someone get her a fucking shirt,” Doc groans, and I glance up from jiggling my own boobs, because boobs are fucking fun, to see that his eyes have gone gold. “Oh, your eyes are gorgeous. How is it fair that you all get pretty eyes?”

“Shit,” River curses. He rummages around in the bags that they all have and pulls out a large shirt, handing it to me and studiously keeping his eyes on my face.

There are a lot of emotions hidden in those eyes.

I pull it on and immediately lift the soft grey fabric over my nose, inhaling deeply. River’s eyes spark with heat as he realizes that I’m smelling him. I’m not embarrassed about being caught; it takes a lot to embarrass me; I just had my boob out in front of hot as fuck supes and ones that are my team members.

I also can’t help it. Weirdly enough it seems instinctual that I learn his scent and that is just strange on a whole other level. However, the voices who are still subdued, seem to agree as the mumbling gets louder before quietening down again.

His throat bobs as he swallows thickly and glances away.

I have no idea how we have gotten here. I died, and so far, all I have done since being back is eat and get horny. To be honest, that tracks, and I don’t know why I’m surprised at my own behavior. I have had thirty odd years of me, I should be used to my own behavior by now.

“I think we should probably focus on what Winston said and get out of here, and we need to call this in,” Ransom says, still staring at me.

I have a feeling that he is going to be doing that a lot, I did die and then came back to life, that’s got to be a shock.

“We need to talk about what the fuck just happened,” River exclaims.

“Yes, we do but I imagine that coming back from the dead is quite draining, and Neith needs to get home,” Evander says, and then adds, “we can talk about it at home.”

I nod, they still want me to go home with them, that’s a good thing, right? They aren’t going to kick me out now that they realize just how weird I am, right? Fuck, they still don’t know all of it.

Speaking, or well I guess I’m thinking, of weird, the voices are still there, still present although they seem even further away now, and more of a hum, like they are as exhausted as I am and that brief murmur of excitement when I sniffed River’s shirt has worn them out even more.

“Food,” I mutter, “I’m going to need more food.”

Griff nods, “We can do that.”

He shocks the shit out of me when he tugs me away from Van and into his arms, hugging me tightly.

I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. Well, sort of, he is so much bigger than me that my head barely reaches his nipples.

Stepping back, he looks down at me and demands, “Don’t do that again.”

I don’t reply, because I can’t promise him that. I die often, none of them need to know that though, so instead I just smile tightly, neither confirming nor denying his request.

“We need to get this shield down and see what we are dealing with. We have no idea what is happening outside of it,” Doc says, getting us back on track but shooting me a curious look.

Yeah, the doctor of the group is bound to have a lot of questions. I do too, and if he can answer some of them then maybe I might get some of the answers that I have been looking for.

“Betty!” I suddenly exclaim, completely derailing the conversation that was going on that I had accidentally tuned out of.

“We can look for her once this shield is down,” Ransom reassures me, and I feel his magic build in the air.

“Wait!” I exclaim, and everyone looks at me, the others looking confused about why I just yelled whereas Ransom’s expression looks pleased. I’m not sure why.

Chapter Two

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