A/N: Tada! I’m back! With yet another fic! This one ain’t exactly amazing but whatever. ‘Tis the result of my very first extreme caffeine rush (apparently it’s a miracle we weren’t hospitalized) and much doodling in paint.

Therefore I give you:

Shift.

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Waking up after a nightmare. Fumbling for her twin brother’s hand in the darkness and finally catching it. Having him already awake and almost immediately clinging to her, having suffered a nightmare as well. That one squeeze on her hand, as tight as he could.

And then a sudden glow from her twin’s cheek—just a quick blue flash, first across one cheek, then the other, and then another two lines that slipped up his temples and connected in the center of his forehead. Finally, his blue eyes flashing once.

The gasp that escaped her caught his attention immediately and he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Be quiet,” he had whispered. “I’m not a monster. I’m your little brother. Stop shouting or you’ll wake up Finn.”

She had looked almost out of habit to the other side of the room, where their big brother still slept soundly, sprawled across his bed and snoring.

Then his words had hit her and she realized that she hadn’t said a word.

“Yes you have,” he’d almost immediately replied. “You just said something now.”

Finn’s snores drew to a slight stop, and then continued.

“See, there it is again! You asked if he was really asleep or not!” Those blue lines on his face again.

“Hush!” she’d hissed, covering his mouth with her hand. “I haven’t said anything!”

Finn’s snoring once against drawing to a halt. A yawn. A mutter, and then a slightly more audible, “About freakin’ time.”

She and her twin jumped, and then the bedside light was on on Finn’s side of the room and their big brother was running a hand through his light brown, blue-streaked hair and smiling just slightly.

“I’ll admit I didn’t think it’d be around now…thought you’d have another year or two at least, but then again, I know nothing, so…congratulations,” he said, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Come here.”

Neither moved, and Finn sighed softly. “Guys…Jacob…Micaiah…please come here. I know…you’re scared. But I’m not going to hurt you and I want to talk to you guys and try and figure out what’s happening with you both. Please.”

When his siblings still didn’t make any attempts to even come close to him, Finn sighed again and raised a hand to them, and all at once they were sitting on solid air and floating toward him. Jacob’s hand tightened around Micaiah’s and she squeezed it as hard as she could. As they reached his bed, Finn reached forward and took hold of their entwined hands and pulled them down towards him.

It was at that moment that Micaiah decided that her big brother was the safest place she could ever go.

“So I suppose you’re wondering what exactly has happened, am I right?” he asked.

Jacob nodded and then scrunched his eyes shut, light coming from behind his eyelids and a quick flash of blue on his temples. “Both of you stop shouting!” he finally exclaimed. “I don’t know how you’re doing it but stop! Please, please be quiet!””

It was Micaiah who responded, looking her brother in the eyes and getting the look on her face that said ‘I’m right and you’re wrong and you better not argue with me’—a look, Finn thought, that no ten-year-old should have.

“Jacob, we’ve hardly said anything! Have you gone crazy? Stop telling us to be quiet when we haven’t done anything!” she half-shouted. “Just stop! You don’t know what’s happening and you’re scaring me! Just…stop!”

This time her brothers were staring at her and Jacob immediately let go of her hand. Micaiah blinked.

“What happened?” she asked, looking urgently at Finn. When neither of her brothers answered, she began to panic slightly. “What happened?!” she demanded.

“Well…I’ve never seen that color before,” Finn murmured, “although admittedly I’ve only seen white and that blue one that Jacob had.”

Understanding slowly began to dawn, and both excitement with just a tinge of fear began to bubble up in place of the panic that had taken hold not seconds before. Finn reached over and rumpled her blonde hair, playing with the ends before beginning to braid it.

“What color?” she asked. “And where?”

Finn smiled. “Bright red. Almost blood red, but not quite.” He traced two lines from her jaw to the bridge of her nose, then to her forehead. “I wonder what exactly that is.”

This time Jacob was the one asking questions, seeming to ignore whatever voices it was that he had been hearing. “What do you mean that you’ve never seen that color before? And what blue one that I had?”

Micaiah smiled and reached for her twin. “Two blue lines. The same color as your eyes.” Lightly she traced the path that they had taken—across his cheeks, then up his temples, and finally prodding him gently in the center of his forehead. Then she turned to Finn, who had finished one braid and was already starting another. “How do you know? Do you have one?”

Finn nodded. “Yes. Though I have two, I’ll admit that much.” He held the end of her hair in one hand and traced two lines below his eyes that led down to his jaw, and then he continued down his neck and kept going until he reached the area just above his navel. “Didn’t you see them before?”

Both twins shook their heads. Finn raised an eyebrow, then smiled.

“Well, then,” he murmured, “I’ll have to show you again, won’t I?”

With a snap of his fingers, almost the entire contents over his bedside table floated into the air. Jacob gasped and Micaiah flinched slightly, but then reminded herself that he was her brother, after all, and he wouldn’t hurt them. Then she looked at his cheeks and gasped softly. White streaks that followed the path his finger had taken were glowing, and they met at his collarbone and continued as one line until they almost met his bellybutton.

“They show up whenever I do this,” Finn murmured. “I suppose that yours would show up whenever you were doing whatever it is you two might do, too. Like…when Jacob was telling us to be quiet. Didn’t you see? Every so often his eyes or his cheeks would flash that blue color. So maybe…he can hear what we’re thinking?”

Micaiah raised her eyebrows. “That’s—”

“What, impossible?” Finn smiled gently. “Wouldn’t you have thought less than ten minutes ago that it was impossible for your big brother to be able to move things with his mind?”

“I guess,” she replied, squirming as he tied the end of her hair and let the braid settle against the other one on her back. “But what about me? What do I get to do?”

Finn shrugged and threw his mp3 player at Jacob, who looked as though he were in the middle of a small room where everyone was shouting at each other. “Put it on, little dude. It’ll give you something else to focus on.” He turned back to his little sister. “I don’t know. I’m sure…that you’ll find out in time. When you really need to.”

Micaiah frowned. “But I want to know now.”

Finn’s smile wavered just slightly—six years of martial arts on her part could certainly take on ten years of music on his, and he didn’t need to go to school with another black eye and make up a story about epic battles, when in reality his ten-year-old sister had punched him.

“Micaiah, I’m sorry, but I don’t know if you can force these sorts of things—”

“But I want to know now!!!”

The last words seemed to echo through the air, and then everything blurred, then faded to black.

A/N: Rawer. I live. You guys miss me at all? Hee...so yeah, this is my random new fic, which makes less than no sense whatsoever. So what's happened? Is Finn DEAD!? What can Micaiah do? All this and more answered WHEN I HAVE TIME!