Tommy Shepard (
doubled_speed) wrote2015-10-14 05:19 pm
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I wish I wasn't alone.
The words were whispered from inside the relative safety of the tiny closet in Tommy Shepherd's bedroom in Springfield, New Jersey. Whispered because there was no way that he wanted Frank or Mary, fighting in the living room, shouting and screaming, to hear them.
I wish I wasn't alone.
Repeated as Tommy held his hands out before him in the darkness palms up. He put as much conviction behind them as he put into anything he said starting with those two words. He had found rather quickly that whatever this power of his was, it came more readily when he framed it as a wish.
I wish I wasn't alone.
He repeated a third time. Three times always seemed to be the right amount when it came to willfully using his power. Even now he could see the faint green glow of energy radiating from his hands, trying to catch his words and shape them into whate he was asking for. At school he didn't always need it three times. He could feel the energy building in his gut like a tidal wave and crashing over him when he wished the bullies would leave him alone, or that he'd actually gotten a good grade so Mary wouldn't yell at him, or that the shirt that got torn up and bloody was clean so Frank wouldn't hit him for wasting good clothes.
Now, though, the words didn't seem to catch, and after a moment of held breath, the energy faded back, leaving behind only the briefest flash of sparks and static that he had to shake out of his hands. Apparently even magic, or whatever this was, couldn't help him.
It was a stupid wish, anyway, Tommy realized as he pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. And then, of course, he flinched at the sound of a breaking plate. They were getting bad tonight. He didn't want to be alone, not with them shouting like that. Sometimes it turned into Frank driving off to drink. Sometimes Mary stormed to their room and locked the door, leaving Frank on the couch. The former tended to mean Frank not coming home at all that night, and when he did the next day he smelled like booze and some other woman's perfume. The latter tended to mean Tommy couldn't sneak some breakfast in the kitchen before school, or being caught if he tried and he really didn't want to be on the receiving end of Frank's belt.
“Dammit. All I wanted was someone to talk to.”
He feels the rush of power even as he feels his body go limp and the world go dark around him. It’s a strange mix between a sneeze and passing out. When the sensation passes things are weird. For one thing, he can’t feel his body. There isn’t the cold of his room or the rough drag of his scratchy wool sweater that is too small for him or even the gnawing in his belly. No, there is just the swelling feeling of his magic, a prickly energy across his skin, and this place.
This new place is nicer than his room. There is more space. There are nerdy decorations on the wall. There are no cracks anywhere or dents from fists or broken furniture. He hates seeing how much nicer this place is than his home. But he is more interested in why his magic brought him here. And in the soft green light everything around him seems bathed in. Tommy raises his hand, or maybe just the concept of a hand, and is faced with the scary truth. His whole body is green and transparent. Okay. That is a bit weirder than normal.
Welcome, Tommy Shepherd, to the world of astral projection. And Billy Kaplan? Meet the strange, glowing ghostly boy in your room.
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He nods quickly. "W-yeah, yeah of course-" he reassures, showing a patience that might surprise the rest of his team.
Speaking of, he looks about with an apologetic look. "So...uh...I didn't remember this...going in," he offers, hoping they don't think he'd keep something like this from them.
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"I imagine you would have said it," Kate assures Billy, watching as Tommy walks away slowly. "And you definitely would have told us he was magic."
"He's violent," Eli snaps.
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"I would've," he agrees, and then turns to glare at Eli. "You'd be violent too if they locked you up for a mistake-" he snaps right back, still determined to believe Tommy's innocence in that matter. "You saw that place- that's not a normal detention center. God only knows what they were doing to him in there."
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There's a sickness in his voice, like he's disgusted to even know.
"I can shape electricity into blades, I can fly, and I can kill. What more could they want? What more can you want?"
More people to use him. The only one he trusts, frankly, is Billy.
The other Young Avengers, though, are a bit busy looking horrified.
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And despite all that's riding on this, he doesn't want to be just another person using Tommy.
"...We just want your help. No killing anyone. And if you don't want to- that's...it's fine- we can keep looking through the fail safe list for others, but- the Super Skrull took my- took someone import to us, and...I need to get him back. But I'm not strong enough. We couldn't stop him on our own."
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"A Skrull? I don't... I don't know that I can help, but for you, I'll do whatever you need."
He doesn't care about anything but Billy. Billy is all he has in the world.
"I can try and figure out where your whoever is."
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"I'm sorry- I know we just got you out- I wouldn't-...ask, but-I need to get him back, Tommy."
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"Like I could ever deny you anything," Tommy sighs.
Which is a plain and simple truth. He cared too much about Billy. Hadn't he said it before? It felt like Billy was the other part of him, and he wasn't going to betray that.
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"Give me a minute to find him," Tommy says. "His full name?"
"Theodore Altman," Cassie offers, and Tommy nods, closing his eyes. He can do this. He can TOTALLY do this.
He starts to mumble under his breath as the green magic rises up around him once more.
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Once Teddy is safe he can deal with...all of this. With Tommy. And Teddy. And Teddy's Mom. And the apartment. And- god this has been a hell of a day.
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"He's definitely a lot more than I expected," Eli sighs. "If only Nate had found him before."
At last the light fades and Tommy turns in the air to look at them.
"Found him. One more teleport. It's really all I can handle."
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"That's all we need," Billy encourages with a grateful expression. Just get him to Teddy and he can handle the rest. He'll take on the Super Skrull single handedly if he has to. He's not taking Teddy anywhere Teddy doesn't want to go.
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“Give me your hand,” Tommy asks, reaching for Billy. “I think I can draw on your power some. And I’ll need it for this.”
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"We both know that isn't true," Tommy answers.
And then there is a flash of green light and they appear outside of a solitary house, Tommy almost immediately sagging against Billy.
"He's here. Inside. Be ready."
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He wants to shake his head, does give a small wobble, but he won't completely deny the possibility that he might ask Tommy for help again in the future.
There's a flash and even Billy's not fast enough to see the transition between where they were and where they appear, supporting Tommy with a concerned look.
"You all right?" he checks, motioning for Eli to help support his weight.
"I'll go check it out- you guys wait here-"
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Eli does move forward at Billy's beckoning. "Tactically it makes sense to send him to scout."
"Don't assume Billy's got restraint," Tommy counters as he straightens some. It clearly takes some serious effort. "He's just all heart."
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"And a united front," Cassie admits. "Not that I don't want to, Billy, but the guy has all the powers of the Fantastic Four."
Tommy pulls at his not-twin to make the guy look at them. "If you think I'm letting you go in there and do something stupid and possibly get hurt, you're crazy."
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"...Fine. Together then. What's the plan?"
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There's not a lot of options there, but they have little choice, right?
Not that anyone else is offering something better.
It's Vision, though, that turns his attention to Tommy and frowns.
"It would be important to keep Tommy out of the line of fire. He has no protective..."
He barely even can finish the statement before Tommy speaks with weight in his voice.
"Costume?" Tommy answers, and the green light washes over him, leaving him in what looked like leather coverings, something durable, even has a deep, forest green cape and hood, though the latter is left down at the moment. "I think I'll manage."
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His eyes widen at Tommy's costume, an impressed smile finding its way to his face, and he gives a quiet laugh. "...Very cool," he compliments, "You sure you're up for this?"
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As an example the air smells more of ozone around them as he channels the electricity and it's almost like he's holding blades of light, crackling and irregular.
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"Okay. Let's do this then."
A moment later and Billy's blowing the wall in, big and flashy, rushing in before the dust has a chance to clear. He sets his sights on the Super Skrull, looking to distract him before he can get distracted in turn by Teddy.
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