Full Moon Fling *Unedited*

That Mud Is Itchy

Mack and I talk for a while, but pretty soon we're both feeling a bit twitchy from the moon being so almost full.  Mack stares at his thick black curtains frustratedly and I swallow.

"Y'kay Mack?" I ask uncertainly; Mack looks at me surprised and goes to squeeze my hand but I flinch away from the touch instinctively.  When I have the guts to look up, Mack looks shocked.  "S-sorry." I whisper, shaking slightly.

"I missed you when you weren't here Allie sweet." Mack murmurs and I feel my eye twitch.

"Don't call me that Mack." I say flatly, pushing myself off the bed.  I go out into the corridor and go down to my old door.  It still has all my carvings in it and looks just as battered as I remember.  I feel a lump form in my throat and my heart squeezes as my chest tightens.

"It's not locked." Mack tells me, smiling sadly.  I turn to face him, scared of crying again.  "Dad didn't want to go in after he gave you the boot.  He...he just left it like you did." Mack looks away and I start to wonder if he actually did  miss me.  I shake my head and touch the handle with a trembling hand.  I hold my breath - the handle is ice cold against my feverish skin - as I push open the door.

I stumble into my old room and the smell of my old perfume hits me.  Midnight Fantasy, Britney Spears.  My eyes fill as I see my old mess.  I go over to the wardrobe and open it slowly, my heart racing.  All my old clothes.  I start to cry as it sinks in.

No more corset dresses.

No more mini skirts.

No more leather shorts.

No more lingerie.

No more tight shirts.

No more disgustingly high heels.

I start to cry and end up collapsing into my wardrobe, falling onto my old duffel bag.  I slide shut the wardrobe door and hug my knees to my chest.  I try to calm down, but the last time I was in this wardrobe I was getting my uniform.  That was the day I met Colin McGrath.  I wish I'd known what was gonna happen when I met him.

How can I get out of having this waine?  I don't want to be responsible for unleashing that monster child into the world.  If Crusher thinks this child would be the ultimate fighter - even better than him - the rest of the world would have no chance against it.  What a terrifying thought.

"Allie sweet, are you OK?" Mack calls through the door and I hiccup quietly.

"I-I'm fine." I choke out as the mud down my back starts to itch.

"I don't believe that for a second." Mack spits as he tugs open the door I'm leaning on.  I gasp as I go tumbling sideways.  I land on one of my old pairs of heels and hiss in pain.

"Mack!  You idiot!" I screech as my forearm throbs.  Mack laughs and helps me onto my feet as he crouches so he doesn't hit his head on my ceiling.  Oh my God, that mud is itchy.  The thought starts to take over my brain.

"Allie sweet, what's up?" Mack laughs.  I guess I must've been making a face.

"The mud itches." I tell him as I squirm uncomfortably.  Mack smirks at me and I stare at him witheringly.

"Sorry!" He says quickly and I glance away, bored.  "Y'know...you've still got a shower.  Hot water 'n'all." Mack adds when he sees the sceptical look on my face.

"OK." I sigh, admitting defeat to the itching.  I push past Mack and out into my joint on bathroom.  I turn to slide the screen door shut, but Mack is moving to come into the shower with me.  "Mack!" I exclaim.  "SISTER!" I shout, stunned.