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Magic? Not even twice

Thomas's P.O.V.
I watch in amazement as Virgil creates a force field around us, then makes purple and black spires raise from the ground. I continue to stare, shocked, as he looks down at the ground anxiously, no words forming to respond to what I just saw. He seems to be struggling with something, and Patton calls out to him, concern in his voice.
"You okay kiddo?" Patton asks, breaking the tense silence around us. Virgil looks like he wants to respond, but can't. I watch as he faints, the spires rising again. He falls backwards and Patton rushes to catch him, while I jump onto the couch to avoid the spikes. Roman and Logan look confused and fearful, while Patton looks distraught. The spires slowly become smaller and Patton brings Virgil over to the couch, fatherly concern written all over his face. I sit down next to him, guilt starting to eat away at me. I forced Virgil to reveal this when he probably wasn't ready, and then I made him faint from nerves! He probably thought I hated him for his powers, when I thought they were amazing, all because I didn't say anything! I move away slightly as he starts to stir, not wanting to upset him even more.
Once he's awake we both apologize, and things become calmer. I ask him if he's ever done magic in the real world before and guilt eats away at me as I realize all the times he's stopped me from getting hurt.

Virgil's P.O.V.
Memories start coming back, things I thought I'd never remember. Every single time I've helped Thomas comes rushing to the front of my mind, allowing me to get lost in the past.
~Thomas runs down the street, unaware that we exist. He's 5, not even in school yet, so it would be hard for him to understand. Although, Roman is his "imaginary friend", but Thomas won't remember him after a while. I make him glance behind him as he tries to run from his parents giving him a bath, only to see a baseball flying directly at him. He doesn't notice however, and keeps running. Scared, I try my hardest to make it stop. All of a sudden a electric blue force-field appears behind him, though thankfully only I notice. The baseball bounces off of it, flying next to Thomas instead, a feeling of relief washing through both of us for different reasons.
~Thomas is running with the track, 10 years old and driven mostly by Roman who doesn't respect his fears, making Thomas want to look brave and suck up his emotions. Thomas trips and scrapes his knee badly, quickly covering it with his pants and just gets back up, running again. Luckily for me, he didn't check how bad it was. I slowly take the pain onto myself, and I focus on the energy I felt when saving him 5 years ago, that I thankfully haven't had to use since. Carefully concealed to everyone else, a baby blue light glows around the cut, healing it, making the pain in my own leg go away as well. No one notices.
~Ever since that incident when Thomas was 10, about 3 years ago, I've noticed that spires will appear whenever I'm anxious. I can hide them in front of the others, so that's good, but it also makes it hard to hide my magic. Thomas is happily sitting outside, eating his lunch. He enjoys the weather, and I find it calming, so it's a win-win. Out of nowhere someone grabs his lunch, smirking cruelly at him. I make an invisible force-field around him, careful to be sure it's undetectable by anyone trying to penetrate it. Thomas doesn't know what to make of it as the bully just walks away, a confused look on his face.
~Why must everything be so hard? Thomas is becoming more depressed, he's starting scratching at his arms to calm down. Today he was so upset that he broke the skin, causing a small scab. He cried, begging for some sort of sign he needed to stop, before falling asleep. Sighing, I sink down to the real world, thankful that the other three are asleep as well. Gently I place my hands on his arm, healing it quickly. I leave only the faintest trace of it, so that it isn't suspicious. When Thomas wakes up he almost starts crying, claiming that this was the sign he needed, finally feeling hopeful. No one finds out who really gave him that "sign".
~Thomas is sound asleep, his 16 year-old energy finally having run out for the day. The others are also sleeping, glad to get some rest. Not me. I watch Thomas's room dutifully, and I'm thankful I did. The sound of breaking glass breaks me out of my thoughts, and I turn to see an actual robber breaking in. The robber glances around, freezing for a second when he sees Thomas, before glaring, his eyes being the only thing uncovered. He takes a knife out of his pocket, still not noticing me. I guess being dark and edgy has a benefit. I run over to Thomas, shaking him violently. I don't care if he realizes we exist, if he dies that won't be a problem anymore, will it? He wakes with a start, freezing in terror as he sees the man, before glancing around to see who woke him. As he sees me he stops moving altogether, his breath catching.
"RUN!" I whisper-shout, making the robber glance at me before rushing forwards. Thomas has no time to move as he stabs Thomas. That's the last straw. Making a force-field, I allow my spires to rise, scaring the intruder. I swipe the knife out of his hands, holding it to his neck. He understands the message and flees, letting me run back to Thomas, quickly dropping the knife. He's holding back screams of pain, so I make him anxious enough to pass out. I heal him before sinking out, removing the memory. It's still in my room, I'm surprised no one saw it when they came after me. Later the others yell at me for almost giving away our existence over a "baseball breaking the window in the middle of the night." as I told them. I keep my calm, telling them I thought someone had broke in and was attacking Thomas. I made extra sure to hide my powers from then on.
~Now Thomas is 20, and some bullies at college are picking on him. Each day he wakes up, amazed that all the bruises almost completely disappeared overnight, and barely hurt. He still has no idea that we exist, or that I'm taking most of the leftover pain and healing the bruises.
~Finally, Thomas is 28 and knows of our existence. I duck out, feeling even more useless than ever before. Now even my own host hates on me, never knowing all the countless instances I've helped him. I watch, smiling sadly at how much happier he is now. Logan grabs a laptop and I know it's too late to prevent it from hitting him. As soon as the pain hits I let my healing glow work, thankful I spent all that time making sure no one could see it if I tried hard enough.

I jolt back to the present, before an idea comes to mind. There's one memory he still doesn't have, even now, 12 years later. Standing up, I turn to him, my mind already set.
"I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get something." I say, paying no heed to their confused expressions. I sink down, appearing in my room. Walking up to my clock, I draw the memory out, making it spin normal speed again. I bet they never guessed what made it spin s fast. If it had been a calmer memory it still would've spun at an abnormal speed, but so quick that the hands are almost a blur. I hold the swirling mist in my hands, it's been in my room so long it looks like a galaxy instead of Thomas's room, though the appearance of it does not affect the memory. Sinking back to the real world, I appear in front of the couch this time, the cloud-like substance still in hand. Logan gasps, making the others more confused.
"Is that a memory? Why would you take one and hide it?" He asks, confused. I stare blankly at him.
"Because you all thought it was a baseball." I say simply. The only one who understands is Patton, his face filling with regret. I let the memory expand, covering the room until we're all reliving it, from Thomas's point of view this time.
Waking up in a daze, I glance around blearily for who shook me awake. Shock settles into my body as an armed intruder is staring at me, a cold glint in his eye. He has a knife, but is across the room so it couldn't have been him. My breathing stops slightly as I see a boy who looks exactly like me, just with eyeshadow under his eyes and darker clothing.
"RUN!" He whisper-shouts, a horrified expression on his face. I look back to the robber, but before I can do anything he crosses the room. The next thing I feel is excruciating pain, I look down to see blood pouring out of my shirt. An electric force seems to pulse in the air, and I must being seeing visions as a magical force-field appears. Spires rise from the ground, but I can't be imagining things, because the invader sees them too, shocked. The boy runs up to him, grabbing his knife and threatening the man. He runs back to me as the intruder leaves, putting his hands on the wound. I pass out as a sudden wave of anxiety crashes over me, the pain oddly disappearing.
The memory ends, and now everyone looks guilty. I don't quite understand why though, I willingly removed the memory from Thomas's brain.
"We yelled at you for that! We called you horrible things for almost revealing us! You said it was just a baseball, and we were so harsh on you for it!" Roman shouts incredulously. I shrug.
"Why kiddo? Why would you go through all of that, and then not say anything when he condemned you fro something you didn't do?" Patton asks, tears forming in his eyes. Again, I shrug.
"How did you not say anything? I would've gone insane knowing that I was wrongly accused of hurting someone when I helped them instead. How did you do that?" Logan asks, staring at me in wonder.
"Because that was one of the many times I've done something like that, that was just the worst." I say, before another idea comes to mind "Have you guys ever been to the memory archives?" They shake their heads.
"What are the memory archives?" Thomas asks, confused, and for good reason.
"It's a really dark room in the mindscape holding all of your memories. It also has four separate paths, as well as the main path, one for each of us. I think the dark sides have their own somewhere else. It's somewhere you would actually be able to visit, but to make it to my paths you would have to have my permission, and I can limit you to being able to enter only certain memories." I explain, and Thomas immediately catches on.
"Would we be able to go there now? Only if you want of course." He hurries to say, making sure I have a choice. I chuckle, nodding, and we all sink down.
As we appear, pure darkness surrounds us, though we can still see clearly. It's almost like we're in space, I guess Thomas just really likes it. There's a path outlined in neon purple, and shelves on either side made of the same purple material. Everyone glances around, wonder and amazement overtaking them fro a moment. I smile, glad they find it interesting. Once they stop looking around they notice some memories glow brighter than others, while others still look grey and faded. They have access to the brighter ones, and the greying ones are fading memories. I allow them to dive into all the different ones, sitting down and waiting, admiring the true beauty of the place for once. I see them all reappear at different times, quickly hurrying to another one with a sad expression on their faces. At last they all gather around one, the most depressing one for Thomas. He still remembers the sign, and as they see that specific scab I see sadness and curiosity take ahold of them even stronger than before. Glancing to each other, then briefly back at me, before falling into the memory together. I sit and wait, watching the smaller version of the memory play out. I see myself walk up to Thomas, and a blue appears, slightly lighting up the darkness. I watch myself sink out, a sad yet content expression on my face. After a few more moments the others all appear, tears now flowing freely down their faces. After a moment, Patton breaks the silence.
"Oh kiddo!" He sobs, practically throwing himself at me. I hesitantly wrap my arms around him, making him clutch onto my jacket tighter. Soon the other three join him, until we're all one giant group hug, each of them sobbing. I don't cry though. I've already spilt too many tears over this, hours spent crying and sobbing over the words they've said. I kept up my resolve in front of them, before breaking down once alone in my room. I've called myself worse things and had a fair amount of self-hate because of it. I have cried more tears over this alone than all of the tears they - all four of them - have cried over anything combined. I became numb to it a long time ago, the pain of it becoming dull. I can no longer weep over it like I once used to, even if I tried. So the others stare at me in amazement, thinking that it didn't affect me. But it did. It so did, it scarred me forever, yet they will never know. I will not allow them access to those memories, no matter how close they become. So they still think me stronger than I really am, just like they have for all 29 years so far, just like they will continue to do until we die.

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