Chapter 6-2

Inside the Brockton bay PRT offices.

Coil or Thomas Calvert was pulling his influence within the PRT.

The lawsuit should've seen Piggot at the very least suspended yet the stubborn woman was still going strong.

"Calvert!'

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear. How can this consultant help you today Emily?" Calvert asks the East North East PRT Director.

"Help me bury the Protectorate while keeping the Parahuman Response Team alive. This is our revenge for Ellisburg." Emily says with a smile.

Calvert pauses, wishing he had been wearing a wire.

"Emily, about Ellisburg. I am happy you survived, that place was hell and the reason I went from a team lead to a consultant. I didn't take being left for dead as a reason to stay with the PRT you know?" Thomas says

"Exac-"

Emily stiffens, grabbing her chest before falling forward. The portly woman just barely manages to be caught by Thomas.

"Medic! Someone call a medic!" Thomas shouts at the top of his lungs.

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Back at the Ship Museum Taylor was in one of the living rooms which had been put together upstairs for the dorms.

"That's right folks. Today was only the opening arguments on what is sure to be a landmark case. Back to you in the studio Tom."

The tv suddenly cuts off, causing Taylor to sit up and look over the edge of the couch.

"You did well today." Amy says holding the tv remote.

"How did you get up here?" Taylor asks

"Georgia told me how to get up here… You can't be mad at your father forever you know?" Amy says

"You managed to make your way up with directions from Georgia? You know, I think you did the impossible, on top of being the miracle healer." Taylor says with a giggle.

"It wasn't that bad, I only got a little lost." Amy says.

"A happy little adventure?" Taylor asks, patting the couch cushion next to her.

Amy sits down touching Taylor's face.

"You are getting shorter you know? You look younger too. I'm worried about you Taylor." Amy says

"I was too tall and lanky anyways. I feel more like myself, like this." Taylor says.

"Taylor you're almost 5' 5" now you were just over 6 feet tall a week ago." Amy says

Amy however is pulled into a hug by the Navy Ship before she could bring up another point to argue.

"I'm a few inches taller than Fletcher, she had said that it was likely to stop soon. So please stop worrying Amy." Taylor explains.

"I'll always worry. When I touch you or any of the other girls my powers don't make sense and I cannot see anything, I used to be able to see you and I just can't anymore." Amy says with worry.

"How do you think I feel knowing you'll eventually go to old age while as long, as I take care of myself. I'm essentially immortal?" Taylor asks.

Amy goes silent looking into Taylor's eyes. "I don't honestly know if I can die as well?"

"… What?" Taylor asks

"My powers although they do not heal me from immediate injuries and wounds. I am unable to get lung cancer. It is the reason I smoked before I met you, I haven't gotten sick since the day my sister was shot and I triggered. I am honestly terrified t-that one day my power is going to decide the degradation of genetic information when cells split is a disease and that I should no longer be sick." Amy says.

"Well, shit." Taylor says

"I guess, I will just have to join you in eternity," Amy says with a smile.

"Taylor and Amy sitting in a tree K I S S I N G!"

"Fletcher!" Taylor shouts, throwing a pillow at speeds that are way too fast for the average human eye to track.

The red-headed destroyer caught it with a mighty Thoomp.

Amy giggles while Taylor glares at her older sister.

"So Danny is asking to see you again… What should I tell him?" Fletcher asks.

"You should definitely see him… He saw you for the first time in like a week at court today. You can't do this forever dear." Amy says consolingly.

Taylor looks between her redheaded sister and her redheaded unconfirmed girlfriend.

"Fine, I'll do it. Tomorrow after court." Taylor answers.