This is a repost with a correction. Sorry folks, but my editor returned to the Internet (YAY!!) and she had a minor correction that she pointed out was a fuckup on my part (boo!). But I love her and she's great at helpin' me. See if you can spot the difference. Life continues to fuck me over hard, but I'll keep writing, don't worry about that. Once again, end of bitchfest. I want to think everybody gave me feedback on earlier chapters of this story. As I have said before, I hope to prove that I will not fail or falter. I'm still trying for one chapter per month from this point on, but maybe I'll be able to do better. As always, not even I know how long this story will end up being, again, we are still only in the beginning and I don't know the end of this journey anymore than you do. I will continue to give props to CSquared as his is the first story beyond mine that I have ever run across, where somebody had telekinesis, but did not have the ability of telepathy (always excepting the early eighties movie "Zapped!" with Scott Baio, and the debate on my end of reality is raging on as to whether or not he was mildly telepathic). But even in Powers there are telepaths on hand to pull an Obi-Wan and conveniently make everyone forget. So how much more difficult would life be if those with the super-human power to move things with their minds couldn't erase the memory from the standers-by? How hard would it be for someone to have pure telekinesis, with no telepathy, and no one around to help them out? In short, a world where telekinesis was suddenly real, but telepathy was still a pipe dream? Let's find out. Now, as always, please send any and all comments to me. Suggestions and criticisms will be gratefully accepted. Flames, however, will be ignored. Please, do me a favor and tell me what you think. After all, it really is the only payment we online authors get <g>. And before I forget, if you like this type of story, I'd highly suggest checking out the works of "The Book" series by Blackie and "Tim, the Teenaged MC" by Rass Senip. Admittedly, they are mostly telepathy with a bit of telekinesis, but they are works for the ages. And then there is the newer work, but every bit as good, by CSquared, "Powers" which seems to have equal amounts of telepathy and telekinesis as time goes by, and I believe it will join the previous two as works to be remembered. ------------------------------------------------------ Pure Telekinesis by: Waylan Dagger (waylandagger@hotmail.com) (c) 2008 Chapter 5 : The CIA and Going Out David stopped crying after a long while. How long, exactly, he had no idea, but Ang's small hand brushed through his hair the entire time. With a hiccup, he sat up and muttered, "Big man, yeah. Always crying." "Sometimes it takes a man to cry," Ang said softly. "I've seen Daddy cry once, fall apart, sobbing his eyes out and leaning on Mom." Her voice gained a sudden sharp edge as she continued, "James never cries though. And he made mean comments about Daddy for a week until Mom said that to him." Then she giggled. "What?" David lifted his head to look up to her face. "Mom said it was a shame he was still a little boy at his age." David blinked. Blinked again as her giggles overtook her once more. "He probably wasn't happy..." His voice trailed off as his eyes tracked up to the clock on the mantle above the fireplace. "Ang?" "Uhm hmm?" "The first bell just rang at school." "What?!" She sat bolt upright, and didn't seem to notice as David's head tumbled down into her lap. "Oh, goddess!" David pushed himself up and away, trying hard _not_ to think of the place his face had just been. Within minutes they got themselves together and shot out of David's house. Part of a fire truck, the nose of an ambulance, and the back of a police cruiser were visible in the intersection from his front door. David took a step toward the scene and was halted by Ang's small hand on his arm. "We can't go that way," Ang whispered. "I don't want Daddy or one of his co-workers knowing about you." David looked down at her, his mouth quirked a little, and the question of what "Daddy's" work consisted of was clear in his eyes. Ang looked away and stared at the flashing lights instead. "This isn't the time or place," David thought to himself as he nodded toward the woods. Aloud, he said, "It's half- hidden, but there is a path there that leads to the practice football field and gym. The stoners use it, the part right behind the gym, to light up." Ang looked at him again and nodded silently. "In this snow it's going to make us even later," David warned. "That's ok," she said, her voice quiet again, withdrawn. As they trudged through the surprisingly deep snow, especially considering it didn't snow all that often even in the deep of winter there, David's mind was on overdrive. Finally, it just got to be too much for him. "What does your father do and why should I be worried," David asked at the exact same moment Ang blurted out, "Why do you know where to go and get high?" They stopped and looked at each other, startled. David shook his head to clear it, decided he'd go first, smiled, and said, "I have friends in every group, every clique, even though I'm a complete outsider and don't belong to any of 'em. I've been invited to share some smoke more than once and I always decline. I prefer a clear mind when I have to put up with people like your brother." Ang blushed and looked down and away. Softly, David said, "Your turn." Ang bit her lower lip, but still didn't look up at him. "Well," she said, hesitantly, "I'm not supposed to know about it. Not even Mom knows what Daddy does for a living. She asks sometimes and he just reminds her he can't talk about it..." "But?" David prompted her as her voice trailed off into a whisper. "I got curious." Ang turned her back to David and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. "Last year I went through his desk." She sighed. "When I couldn't find anything, I got into his laptop. I guessed at his passwords and got them right." David whistled lowly and she turned to him, fear written clearly on her face as her eyes latched onto his chest. "If this wasn't so private I know a few computer geeks that would bow down and worship you," he said, smiling. The fear fled from her face and was replaced by something David couldn't identify, but the sparkle in her eyes was something he knew he'd want to see again. "You...don't think I'm a geek?" "Geeks ain't sexy," David said, and immediately wished he could learn to sew his mouth shut. Ang's breathing got much faster, the sparkle in her eyes got brighter, even though they stayed fixed on David's chest, and she blushed, the red going down and obviously past her neck again. David started to think about the invitation to see how far it went, but forcibly grabbed hold of his tongue and managed to say, "Your father?" instead. Ang's breathing slowed and she nodded, the flush receding and her eyes lost the sparkle David had been enjoying. "I confronted Daddy with what I found. He denied it at first, until I offered to go talk to Mom, that is." She took a deep, steadying breath. "David, Daddy works for the CIA, in a small but deeply classified department." "The one that made LSD and had the death attributed to it?" She giggled. "No, silly. That department got folded into another, and then that new one was closed back when our parents were still kids." She finally looked up, straight into David's eyes and his breath caught. "His department may be looking for you after they find out about Jimmy's car." David closed his eyes and groaned. "Wonderful. And if they find me, find out who did that..." "Daddy says his staff would triple and his salary would be more than double if they ever found anything real." David shook his head. "Wonderful," he repeated. "Just wonderful." He opened his eyes to find that Ang was still staring up to meet them. He almost lost what he was going to say, then cleared his throat and asked, "So why are you protecting me instead of calling Daddy?" Ang looked away from David again, turning her head to regard the trees, it seemed to David. "I asked Daddy if his job is why we moved from West Virginia to here when I was three. He said yeas and the reason was," and her voice took on a false, almost mocking, depth and assumed a different cadence as she said, "there are more weirds per capita out this way than anywhere else in this country." David chuckled and said, "So does your being Wiccan or Pagan include you as one of the 'weirds'?" Her eyes got wide again and she tracked back up to David's face and he said, "Well, I haven't heard that many people say 'goddess' instead of 'god' or 'Jesus Christ'." She giggled, softly but with a hint of her sultry tone. "Maybe Daddy should call you Cat too." David grinned. "No thanks. Tiger I could handle, but I don't lisp well enough to pull off Cat." The full throaty, almost sultry chuckle that came from Ang thrilled David to his core. "Wow," David thought. "I've only heard that sound four times and I do believe I'm addicted." The giggling stopped as suddenly and cleanly as if it had been sliced with a knife. David groaned and said, "Not again." "Do you do that often?" Ang asked. "Before I met you I'd done it exactly two times in my life. Both very embarrassing." He sighed and looked down again at Ang. "Only one thing for it and that is to face it. Will you go to dinner and a movie this Saturday with me?" Ang bit her lower lip again and looked at the ground at her feet, then whispered, "You don't need to do that. I'll keep your secret." "Fuck that!" David shouted. Ang's eyes went wide and she looked up at him again. "Tell your father afterward, if you feel like it, I don't give a damn! But I want at least _one_ date with the owner of that giggle, the holder of those wonderful lips, and the girl whose belly thrills me beyond compare." "Oh," Ang squeaked out. "Uhm... no movie, thank you..." The pained expression that crossed David's face cut her off in mid-sentence. David, wondering who up there hates him so badly, choked out, "I know, it was too much to ask. Well, I make a great _friend_. Just ask around. A lot of girls agree that I'm a wonderful friend, just like one of the girls." Ang stepped forward and reached up to set her left hand on David's right cheek. "David, I don't want to be good friends with you." David winced hard and was about to try to talk again when Ang went up on her toes and her cool lips pressed into his softly. He stood, stunned for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her small form and tilted his head, gently pressing and moving his lips against hers. A sound that sounded to David almost exactly like a purr started coming from deep in her throat. When they finally broke the kiss, due to lack of oxygen more than anything else, Ang sagged down into his arms and laid her head on his chest. David cleared his throat several times and managed to get out, "Two kisses and I still can't get a date." Ang's hand lightly smacked his arm as she stood on her own again, smiling and looking up at him. "Not to a movie you can't. There isn't anything playing I want to see." David had to reach out and steady himself with a nearby tree to keep from falling. "The game?" "Oh, that's right, they are playing Everett here tonight, aren't they?" David nodded and a deep, smooth, sultry, and somehow evil chuckle came from Ang. "Oh, I can't _wait_ for Jimmy to see us together at something I have always refused to go to for him!" David burst out laughing and, a moment later, Ang's light, tinkling laughter joined his deeper, rougher sounds of amusement. Ang reached out and grabbed his hand. David thought "Took possession of" would describe the fierce way she held on. They walked the rest of the way to school, hand in hand, laughing merrily. They weren't laughing an hour later, sitting in the school's office, waiting for the Principal, Seamus Maherty to call them in. The phone on the desk of Mr. Maherty's secretary beeped and she picked it up. She listened for a moment, nodded, said, "Yes, they are still here. All right," and hung it up again. "You can both go in now," she said to the teenagers without looking up and went back to typing. David stood up and winced slightly as Ang's hand clamped down in a death grip. In fact, they had not let go of each other yet. David smiled at her and whispered, "It'll be all right. You'll see." Ang swallowed, nodded, and stood up before relaxing her grip a bit. David led her to a door labeled "Principal" and opened it with his free hand. Ang stepped through, still gripping David's hand desperately, and David followed, letting the door swing shut behind him. Mr. Maherty was sitting behind his desk, two thin manila folders on his desk in front of him. He frowned and opened his mouth, but David, in a lighthearted, casual tone, quickly said, "Hi, Mr. Maherty. Got any new pictures of your kids?" Mr. Maherty's face lit up and he opened a drawer. "As a matter of fact," he said, pulling out a small album, "I do. We took the boys fishing for the first time since the last time you asked." David walked up and, still holding Ang's hand, smiled wide as Mr. Maherty opened the album. "Did they shout 'eww' at the worms like they did at the pigs last year?" he asked, looking at each picture as the middle-aged man turned the pages. Mr. Maherty chuckled. "At first, yes. But then they found out about the hooks and were so excited and vocal about impaling the wriggling things that my wife said 'eww' instead." David chuckled and said, "I remember my mom..." and he trailed off as the smile fled from his face, his eyes took on an empty, haunted cast, and the grip on Ang's hand loosened noticeably. Ang turned toward David and looked up at him, as her grip tightened on his hand, and her free hand came up to touch his chest. Mr. Maherty's face lost its smile as well and, softy, he said, "I haven't had a chance to say how sorry I am, David." David nodded and firmed up his grip on Ang's hand, then reached across his chest to gently cover her other hand with his. "You were at the memorial. You said," and he paused to take a deep breath, as his eyes closed. No one spoke, waiting for him. "You said good things. Thank you." Mr. Maherty nodded and looked from the morose boy in front of him to the clearly concerned girl clinging on to that boy. He waited until David opened his eyes again. "It's good to see a girl finally appreciates you, David." He smiled as both teens looked sharply at him, Ang's hand dropping from David's chest and David's free hand practically snapping to his side. But still neither released the grip on each other's hands. "Your mother and father, and, especially, your sister," Mr. Maherty said with a smile and nodded before continuing. "Yes. Most especially your sister. They would be very happy, I think." David blinked. "Yvette?" he asked, startled. Mr. Maherty chuckled. "She was my student assistant last year, David. You remember that, I'm sure, from the numerous times you and the inestimable Johnny were in here." "Was that the Johnny you told me about?" whispered Ang to David. David was unable to hide the slight smile as he nodded and whispered back, "Yeah." Mr. Maherty pretended not to notice as he waited for the exchange he couldn't hear, but could clearly see, to finish. "As I was saying," he smiled as two sets of eyes napped back to him, "You have no idea what sorts of nasty things Yvette mumbled when she thought I couldn't hear. All about the girls who 'keep putting David in the friend zone' as she put it." David just stood there, his mouth hanging open. Before he could get anything out, Ang softy said, "He doesn't have to worry about that anymore." Then she blushed and looked away as a gob-smacked David looked from her to Mr. Maherty and back. Seamus Maherty just shook his head. "Possessive little thing, aren't you?" he asked Ang. Ang bit her lip and looked up at the slowly recovering David, who was finally getting his mind back into gear. "I don't mind," he said, softly. David looked down at Ang and they promptly lost themselves in each other's eyes for a while, until Mr. Maherty cleared his throat loudly. The two teenagers practically shot apart and both were blushing furiously as they looked at Mr. Maherty. He noticed that, while they had just acted like a couple of kids that were caught making out on the living room couch, they _still_ had a tight grip on each other's hand. "Look," he said, trying not to laugh at them. "You two have put me in a seriously awkward position here. Angela, your parents have been frantically calling here, and everywhere else apparently, looking for you. And David, your aunt..." and he trailed off with a grimace. David shook his head. "Believe me, I know. I'm taking care of that myself, you can safely ignore her." Ang was staring at Mr. Maherty with a clearly puzzled look on her face and David had a moment to wonder what was going on before she asked, "Why are my parents looking for me?" David got control of himself an instant before his mouth fell open in disbelief. Fortunately, Mr. Maherty didn't notice the sudden widening of David's eyes. "Your brother was in a car accident," Mr. Maherty said softly. Ang gasped loudly and brought her free hand up to cover her mouth. "Is he all right," she demanded. "I was told he was stable and in no immediate danger," said Mr. Maherty. "But when your parents arrived at the hospital, they found out you hadn't been found in the car. As I understand it, they panicked. They were afraid you had been thrown free and were laying somewhere. You had a considerable amount of the police force beating the bushes, as it were, around the sight of the crash for you. I just got off the phone with them, explaining that you had arrived here without a scratch. They asked me to call them if you had been in the crash so they could interview you and get you checked." David's brain kicked into its highest gear and he thought furiously about how to explain this without lying, and without telling the truth. "Ang came by my house this morning and we walked here together," he said, still trying to find the best way out of this. Ang shook her head and David started to panic, deep down where it wouldn't show, as he wondered why she wasn't just agreeing with him. She said, "James was driving like a maniac, trying to impress his friends. I made him stop and let me out. I was less than a half mile away from David's house so I went there." "So that is why you are both late?" Mr. Maherty asked, drumming his fingers slowly on his desk. Recognizing that signal from all the times he and Johnny had been in this office, David's mind revved up to full speed again. He was running scenarios, trying different tactics in his mind, looking desperately for some way to convince the now-suspicious Principal. He opened his mouth after less than three seconds but, to his surprise, Ang was already speaking. "Well," she said, "we came through the woods. I couldn't figure out why, since the weather is bein' so weird this year and the snow's got so deep back in there." The tapping increased in speed and force. "And did David tell you why he was taking you through the woods and deep snow?" Ang giggled, not the throaty, sultry sound David was familiar with, but one that sounded like it had come straight from one oft he airheaded "popular" girls, high pitched and unpleasant. "No. But I figured it out when he asked me out to the game and dinner with him tonight." The drumming fingers slowed. "Oh. And so that's why you were an hour late to school, because you were being asked out on a date?" Ang blushed, but David noticed that only her cheeks reddened, it didn't creep downward at all. "Uhm," she said and gave out an airhead-giggle again. "Well. No. You know..." and the cheek-only blush deepened in color but still did not spread. Mr. Maherty stopped drumming entirely and David heard the groan he was almost intimately familiar with as the man scrubbed his hand across his face. "Yeas," Mr. Maherty muttered past his hand, "I know." He dropped the hand and looked at Ang again. "But how am I going to explain this to your parents?" "You don't," David said promptly. Both Mr. Maherty and Ang looked at him, both with their mouths open and Ang lost her cheeks-only blush almost instantly. The looks on their faces were clear to David, communicating, "Are you nuts?" Mr. Maherty finally managed to close his mouth before asking, "Would you run that one by me again, but a bit more slowly?" David smiled, first at Ang, then at the clearly frustrated Principal. "You call them up, right now, and say she arrived at school and wouldn't give you an excuse as to why she was late, saying she'd explain it to them herself. Tell them she didn't know about the accident and you are sure she wasn't involved, so she is being sent to class. Let them know you have arranged transportation for her to the hospital if they want her pulled out of school and taken there." Mr. Maherty chewed his upper lip for a moment before asking, "What transportation?" David reached up and touched the bandage in his hair. "I do believe I know the way to Providence General Medical Center." Mr. Maherty sat back, a smile playing about his lips, and Ang finally managed to get her mouth closed again so she could speak. "David," she said, softly. "It sounds wonderful, but my mother would never believe I refused to tell Mr. Maherty why I was late." "Sure she would," David asserted, smiling at her. "You just wanted to make sure she was the first one you told about your bein' asked out on your first date." Ang's mouth formed an O of surprise. Mr. Maherty chuckled and said, "I'm glad all those times you came in here with the unforgettable Johnny have been of some use to you, my boy. But what about you two being an hour late with no excuse?" "We do have an excuse," David smirked and pulled Ang closer to him via their still-linked hands. "Just not a parental one." "David," began Mr. Maherty, but he stopped as David used his free hand to reach behind himself, pull a can of Diet Pepsi out of his backpack, and place it on the desk. Ang looked at the can, then at David, then at Mr. Maherty, and back to the can, clearly confused. Mr. Maherty broke out in laughter and reached for the can. "Get out of here," he said. "Paulette, ah, Ms. Latham, will give you your excuse slips." David smiled and pulled a stunned Ang out of Mr. Maherty's office as the Principal took a drink. Ang waited until they were out of the office and into the hall before asking, "Ok, what was that with the Pepsi?" David chuckled. "That's something left over from when I was a freshman in his English class. It's an apology for bein' late and a promise that that day in class will be a straight A day." Ang stopped then, making David stop as well instead of losing his grip on her hand. "And the pictures?" she asked. David laughed for a moment before managing to say, "Oh. That." He got his laughter under control and continued with a chuckle here and there. "It was always the easiest way out of anything. The man's so proud of his kids that any mention of pictures of 'em has him diving for the photos. He forgets about anything else. Ang blinked. "Ok, now I know you are screwing with me." David shook his head. "Nope, honest." Ang tried to look severe but only held it for a moment before she smiled and hit his arm lightly. "You, sir, are a terror," she stated, her eyes sparkling again. David shrugged. "Standard survival techniques, Ang. Find the weak point and use it to coast. Makes it tolerable." Her hand came up to touch his cheek for a moment. "Tolerable," she said as her hand fell away and they started walking again. "Has your life been that bad?" David snorted, not looking at her. "At home, no, it didn't used to be, with my family. But here?" and his hand swept about to indicate the entire school. "You bet. You've heard the name for me, I'm sure, 'Davey Weirdo'. And it's the nicest name, the one everyone uses when they think teachers might be nearby. You should hear the things I'm called otherwise." Her hand tightened in his as he continued. "Oh, I have friends all over the place, but," and he plucked at the shirt that would be considered 'business casual' in the workplace, "I don't even fit in with the preppies, despite how I dress. I don't fit in anywhere." He looked at her as he opened a door leading out of the office and cafeteria building for her. "Unlike you." "Me?" Ang asked, looking up at him as she stepped through the door. David nodded as the door closed behind him "Reigning Sectional Chess Champion, member of Mensa? You practically lead your clique." Ang blinked. "I do?" David nodded. "I'd never met you before all this, but I'd heard your name. A lot. Hell, you should hear John go on about 'the Angela Dean'." "John?" she asked, a bit stunned. "Jonathan Shaw." The light went on for Ang. "Oh! The Chess Club president!" David nodded. "And member of the Physics Club, the Computer Club, and several others I know you are involved in as well. If you listen to him, the sun rises and sets by your command and everywhere you walk should be enshrined." Ang stopped walking again. Once more, David stopped walking as well, but this time he turned to look at her. "But," she said, clearly confused. "But he hasn't said anything to me. _Ever_. Not even a congratulations after Sectionals in Portland." David chuckled. "Doesn't surprise me. You see, he's terrified of you." "Me?" she squeaked. "Why?" David grinned. "You are a girl. He's terrified of girls." Ang bit her lip, trying not to giggle. "But he's surrounded by almost every girl in the science clubs, almost every meeting. He's a member of Mensa too, but he never says anything. They all think he's deep and mysterious." "No mystery," David shook his head. "Pure, stark, staring terror. He couldn't get a word out in that crowd if the world depended on it. I've heard him describe those moments before everyone sits down and gets serious. He describes it as," and David's voice took on a slightly nasal quality and faster cadence. "Terror. So bad my balls go into my throat and my flight or fight reflex gets confused so bad I can't even think." Ang chuckled for a moment at David's near-perfect imitation of Jonathan Shaw. "But I've seen him talking to Lisa Vess," she countered. David nodded. "That's 'cause Lisa is going out with Wes Schaffert. She's safe, because there's no way he'd ask her out and get mauled by Wes." Ang shook her head. "This is going to require some fundamental readjustments in my evaluation of him." David nodded and shot a look around to make sure no one was coming. "Speaking of readjustments, you want to explain the fakery in Mr. Maherty's office?" He held up his hand as she was clearly about to protest. "Ang, I heard that fake cheerleader-giggle, and saw your cheeks blush alone. Now, before you answer, remember you're talkin' to me. I'm addicted to that wonderful giggle of yours and I'm still wondering how far down your real blush goes." Ang blushed again and David pointed to the collar of her blouse where the redness vanished, but clearly continued underneath. Ang looked down, nodded, and said, "It's my mother. She means well..." David waited for a moment and then prompted her, "Your mother?" "Well, maybe not my mother," and she paused. "Actually, yeah, it is her. I think I let some of my defenses from home spill over. You see, when I have to be untruthful at home, it tends to be easier if I conform to what she thinks I should be. She's tries hard to let me be myself but sometimes..." David nodded. "She's intrusive, mistrustful, controlling, and can be a bitch when she doesn't get her way." Ang tried to let go of David's hand but he held on tight. "She's not like that at all!" she almost snarled. "Really?" David asked, watching Ang. Ang looked up and her eyes met David's. "Well," she said, no longer trying to get away. "Not all the time. Not about most things." "Just when the subjects of boys, dating, sex, or any related thing comes up." Ang just looked up at David, stunned. "What are you, psychic along with being telekinetic?" David shook his head, keeping his eyes locked on Ang's. "No. Not as far as I'm aware, I haven't even gotten a glimmer of someone else's thoughts. I'm just a guy whose brain works fast, is somewhat intelligent, and knows other girls in your situation. Usually with both parents, actually." "Oh," Ang said softly. "Yeah, I keep forgetting how good a friend you are to girls." David rolled his eyes. "Don't remind me. Please." Ang stood on her tiptoes and kissed David very briefly, surprising him. "How many times do I have to say that you don't have that problem anymore?" David nodded slowly, then bent his head down and gathered her small form up in his arms, kissing her soundly. She squeaked and held back at first, as startled as David had been, but quickly reached up to wrap her arms around him and hold him tight. Neither one of them noticed Mr. Maherty watching them and smiling from his office window. They also didn't notice him laughing and shaking his head as they reluctantly broke apart, and then even more reluctantly let go of each other's hands to head to different buildings for their classes. ------------------------------------------------------ Evi's back (yay). I had a minor hole in my writing (sniff). But she helped me fix it and it's okay now. So I reposted it :) This story is copyrighted by me, the author, Waylan Dagger. Please do not repost this story or post it on an archive without obtaining permission first. I can almost guarantee that permission will be granted, but I would like the courtesy. I can be reached at waylandagger@hotmail.com