The Psychic

Somewhere I Belong

Not long after the two of you parted, Allison decided it would be best to call a family meeting. You vehemently turned down the idea, having had enough excitement for the day. The anxiety that left was once again hitting you like a train. "They aren't going to believe me Klaus. I mean, hey, what are the chances of me growing up in the same exact neighborhood as you?" You whispered, your eyes glued to the floor. The familiar tremors shook your whole body; your mind going elsewhere.

The snapping sounds took a few minutes to reach your ears. Your attention switched to the sounds. Your gaze met an all too worried Klaus. "You gotta learn how to stay out of your head, trust me. I should know." You scoff, almost under your breath.

"Ah yes, trust the drug addict." You lightly hit the taller man's shoulder. Almost immediately regretting the joke as your anxiety took back over. "I-I'm sorry if that offended you at all. It was supposed to be a joke." You broke eye contact. However, it was Klaus's turn to laugh. Before he could respond, though, the conversation was cut short by the sound of steps. Presumably, Allison had finally gotten the group up. The two of you strained to hear their conversation.

"You mean, you woke us up for Klaus's friend? Why is that important enough for a family meeting?" A gruff voice stated. You bit your lip, debating on leaving before they even get out here.

"It's not like that, Diego, but it is for (Y/N) to explain." Allison responded. One by one, the familiar faces made their way into the room. Except one of them appeared to be a child. You knew who he was by looks, but were so utterly confused as to how he was not as old as his siblings.

"Alright, Klaus. Why the hell are they important enough to wake up the entire family?" Diego snapped. Klaus pushed you slightly into the center of the room, as a bit of an encouragement.

"They're like us." Klaus responded. "Go on, explain." Your chest becomes tight as their stares bore into your soul. They all rolled their eyes. Your anxiety making it nearly impossible to even speak.

"I.. uh.. I was born on October 1st. I spent my life isolated from the world, even from my parents because of my abilities." You slowly gain more confidence. Though, your explanation was cut short by Luther moving towards you.

"Yeah, like we haven't heard that before. Please leave." He continued moving towards you. "Or we will be forced to make you leave." You start backing up towards Klaus.

"You haven't even let her finish Luther!" Allison exclaims.

"We've heard this story so much before. People just trying to get their claim to fame. Don't tell me you actually buy this crap?" Diego counters. Luther reaches out to grab them.

"No, Luther!" Alison and Klaus yell, but it was too late. They had already made contact. Your face had gone blank, your eyes slightly glowing.

Darkness was all you could see. It stayed like that for a few seconds until a picture of a ceiling came into your mind. You hear screams. The sight pans to what seems to be some type of monkey body. You feel their panic enter your veins. Your mind, then, flashes to the earth from the view of the moon.

"What the hell is going on?" Luther exclaims, drawing his hand back. You finally are able to break from the trance. Your eyes glued to the floor once again, as you try to slow your breathing.

"I'm sorry." you whispered to no one other than Luther. His forehead creases in confusion, not knowing what you were apologizing for. "Allow me to explain fully please?" You met his eyes, almost pleading. He nods and steps back. "When Sir Hargreeves came to my family, they refused to give me up. They thought I was normal, because I hadn't shown any signs. That changed when I was 7 though.." You explain the same story you told Allison. Their eyes never left your form. You paused slightly, "So if you can't tell, I'm some type of psychic. My father told me it's called psychometry. However, not in the normal sense. It typically has to do with touching objects, but whenever I have physical contact with another human I see glimpses of their past."

"How do you control it?" The younger version of Five spoke.

"I never really learned. My dad tried to teach some grounding techniques, but that only works after a few times of touching someone." You shrugged.

"What does that mean?" Vanya asked.

"The more I touch someone, the weaker the visions become until they are nonexistent. For example, the first time I touched Klaus I was fully immersed. Every sense came into contact with what he experienced. The next time though, the vision was a lot less detailed. I could only focus on the big things." You slowly explained.

"Do you do anything else?" Five questioned again, seemingly curious.

"Not that I know of, but having been in isolation and my family having no clue what to do or how to train me, I would say it's a possibility." You smiled at the small boy, finally feeling comfortable around the group.

"How did you and Klaus meet, anyway?" Diego finally spoke. You looked behind you to Klaus, silently asking for permission. He nods.

"Well, actually, I found him passed out on the street and couldn't tell if he was dead or alive. After he woke up, and saw me crying, he demanded an explanation. Then, forced me to come here." You summed up, leaving out the bigger details. "Thank you for allowing me to explain, and thank you for bringing me here Klaus, but I really need to get going." They nodded in response.

"I'll show you out, (Y/N)." Klaus smiled. As you walked out Luther caught your attention.

"You're always welcome here, I promise."