Dan & Phil: Not of This Earth

18 | The Ability to Move You

Word Count: 1423

     Dan awoke the next morning to find himself by himself in Phil's bed. There was a black fleece blanket draped over him but Phil was nowhere in sight. He stretched himself out and yawned.

     When he opened the door, which Phil must have closed, he was met with their Hoover. The light bulb pieces had already been swept up, and a little note was scrawled out on a folded piece of paper:

     "I didn't want to wake you so do your part :]

     -Phil"

     Dan sighed. "I was supposed to clean this up, you little shit." After vacuuming the carpet, Dan rolled the Hoover back into the closet it was usually stuffed in and walked into the kitchen. He made himself a quick omelet and met with Phil sitting on the floor in the lounge. He was staring intently at a PS3 controller on the coffee table.

     "What, uh, what you doin' there, Philly?"

     "Telekinesis."

     "Uh huh." Dan plopped onto the sofa and scooted to cushion Phil was sat in front of. He was quick to prop both of his feet on Phil's shoulder blades. "You do that." After a few forkfuls of eggs, onions, and peppers, he was finished.

     Phil, however, hadn't budged. Dan was especially surprised he hadn't shoved his feet off his back. "Phil, you do realize we're not the same gem, right? I'm not even sure what court you're from."

     Phil groaned and finally wiggled Dan's feet from his back, standing and then taking a seat next to him. "Ugh, does that even matter? We were in Blue court together but I might have been a gift from another."

     "Well, each court had, like, an element or something. Blue court, comprised of diplomats, was all about emotion and water. Yellow court, comprised of warriors and technicians, was war and electricity. White court, comprised of leaders and thinkers, was power and intelligence. Pink court was uh... pink? Ah, it was infrastructure and growth, maybe? And maybe something about fire? I don't know if I actually know that one," Dan recounted.

     "Were you always in Blue court?"

     "No, I'm from White court, originally. I was sold off several times and traded for other Gems until I ended up in Blue with you." Dan waved his hand dismissively. "The thing is, black opals are supposed to be crazy rare, right?"

     "Yeah."

     "Would they even have a court if there were so few of them?"

     "Ooh, that's a good question! It's a shame we don't know anyone who could answer it," Phil said with a shrug.

     "Mmm. What colour is your gem? It's kind of rainbow-esque, right?"

     Phil thought for a moment. He wasn't entirely sure. He had seen it every day for tens of thousands of years but now the colour of it escaped him. It didn't help that he had moved it within his chest. He unbuttoned his plaid shirt and looked at the left side of his chest. It was bare aside from a couple of stray chest hairs.

     "Phil, be careful! You know how dangerous that is!" Dan warned.

     "I'm not moving it," Phil muttered as the skin around his gem retracted. "Oh my god! It changed colour!" he exclaimed.

     Dan bent himself to look into the heart-shaped crevice in his friend's chest. "It did! Wasn't it mostly black before?"

     "I think so!" The heart gem was now a mixture of a vibrant, somewhat translucent blue and green. It was extremely similar to Phil's iconic duvet. "Why do you think it did that?"