When Pidge awoke to a pale, clean roof she didn't recognize and little memory of how she got there, she was more than baffled. She was frightened and scared.
A knock came from her right. Looking in that direction, she found a white curtain drawn to block her vision. Light footsteps sounded, going in the direction of the knocks. Whoever it was opened the door.
"How is she? I heard what happened," a voice--Hank--queried. The person who opened the door gave some response, but Pidge stopped listening. She was in the infirmary. All the memories of earlier returned to her in a flood. Takashi. The bench. Her powers. She turned away from the conversation outside of her cornered-off bed and hit the mattress in fury.
She wasn't normal. Pidge Gunderson was a strange teen with long-forgotten, extinct magical abilities. Dread hung heavily in her chest, enveloping her heart in agony and pain. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, her vision eyeing down the wall to her left.
Behind her, someone opened the curtain, the quiet room filling with a sharp, 'swish'. She knew who it was and didn't turn around. She refused to face Hank. Heck, she refused to look anyone in the eyes.
"Miss Gunderson, we know you're up. We heard noises," a smooth, low voice she didn't know spoke, approaching the bed she laid upon. Without moving, Pidge hummed in acknowledgement. "Please, uh, explain to me the events of the incident on the practice field," the new voice continued, sounds of movement and opening of drawers sounding from behind Pidge.
She pulled the rough covers closer over her shoulders, nestling her face further into the stark white pillow. "I just want to go home," she whispered. Once again, for the second time in forever, Pidge Gunderson wanted to return to the wretched house she referred to as home.
"After you tell the nurse what happened, Pidgey," Hank informed, walking around into the girl's vision. He smiled at her and sat down in a chair beside the bed she laid in, a encouraging nod sent in her direction as he did so.
In a tick, Pidge spat, "I don't know what happened myself. What I'm I to tell him?" Hank frowned at the response, sharing a look of concern with the school doctor behind her. Irritated, she burrowed her face halfway into the chemical-scented pillow, distaste for the situation foaming in her mouth.
"Well, Miss Gunderson, if you don't know, then I think I could tell you. It seems that your body has been generating and storing the magic of the elder days. Without proper usage and regulation, these powers will overflow and create incidents such as these. Now, Pidge Gunderson, can you tell me if you have had an indications of these such abilities? We had a magic outburst recently in the hallways, did we not? I am going to assume that it was not Mr Holt as we were told, but you," the nurse droned on, finally stepping into her line of sight.
He was a man with brown hair and decently tanned skin. Violet eyes stared down at her, a stubble surrounding the slight smirk the nurse presented. His eyes sparkled with amusement and some sort of understanding that Pidge couldn't quite comprehend.
Pidge frowned, panic filling her lungs once more.
The male nurse continued on, suggesting, "Before you trigger another attack, I suggest taking a deep breath, Gunderson. These powers can be easily controlled. I suggest you seek Holt out and ask for assistance. He would know a thing or two about containing unwanted magic. If you don't try to grasp ahold of this ability, Miss Pidge, I'm afraid that you will soon find yourself with more undesired consequences than mere earth magic."
Pidge was silent, waiting for the two of them to leave but only the brunette male left while Hank remained. He offered the young maiden a light, sparkling smile.
"Go," the tech savvy genius demanded, glaring at the much larger teen. She sat, ire and determination spiraling in a hypnotic circle within her eyes in attempt of convincing the male to depart. Hank didn't break beneath her gaze, however, and just kept smiling.
Moments later, another entered the room, her homely and soft voice filling the room with warmth. Shay. "Pidgey, how are you handling everything? Are you okay?" the girl inquired, taking up the spot next to Hunk, eyes observing the state the smaller was in.
The older female frowned. "I had noticed you had bags under your eyes and you seemed a bit off today, but I didn't want to be insensitive so I didn't mention it. Now, I wish I had," Shay admitted, blame for the situation directed at herself.
With a sigh, Pidge shook her head. "Heavens, no. Shay, this is all me. Trust me that this had nothing to do with you," the younger insisted, voice soft unlike with the nurse and Hank. The difference in treatment was clear. No matter how much Pidge was upset, she could never be mean to Shay. No one could.
Hank could take an angry Pidge, Shay could not.
In a flash, the sunlight blinded Pidge, the sun coming out from its hiding spot. With it, came an image that Pidge didn't recognize. A sport pit, numerous men and female playing a strange game in the center. The specific spot the image was trained on held two people that Pidge could recognize. Lane and Takashi.
Lane was older, a junior, one she was not too close to. It surprised her to see him playing an unknown sport with Takashi, both of them not quite looking like themselves. In fact, they seemed to be more Shiro and Lance then the two boys Pidge knew.
And maybe they were, but does it mean to have this short vision? Katie Holt. That was her answer. If Takashi was correct, then every answer Pidge sought for surrounded the life of Katie Holt, but, of course, that muscle-brained captain was not right. Incarnations were impossible and stupid.
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Reincarnation BOOK 2 (Shidge AU)
Fanfiction|Celestial Witch Book 2| Katie and Shiro's story had come to a sad end, but after being reincarnated, they get a second chance to live their lives as Pidge and Takashi. Though, this love seems to be very unlikely even when the two learn that they we...
