The Storytelling of Del'an

Disclaimer: I do not own the Heroes show or any of it's characters - more's the pity... Teaser: Matt finds a possible solution to his worsening problem... When: Takes place after 1.08 ("Eight Minutes to Midnight"). No real spoilers. (No idea when I actually wrote it but definitely after 2006, heh.)  A/N: I don't remember what the book, "Psychic Development for Beginners", contains exactly although I do remember there IS a book out there. Just can't remember the author. heh. I was also dissatisfied that his 'ability' was just a switch on and off so this is more realistic, imho.  Matt was wilting visibly, trying to remain calm and centered by the time his lunch break came around - the press of all those minds was starting to get to him. He really wanted to figure out how to block them out - at least for a minute. No matter what he tried to do, it never seemed to work.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the Tomorrow People. All rights should go to Roger Price for that. The story is mine, however. Surprisingly - I didn't have to edit at all, really. Nothing stuck out as MUST EDIT . Heh. Enjoy!  * * = Telepathy ( ) = Private Thoughts ~ ~ = Animal Telepathy Teaser: Jade discovers something pretty cool while walking her dog. 

Disclaimers: I own ALL of the Tomorrow People. Roger Price lost his rights as they went off the air. The story is also mine. Enjoy...oh. (heh...I meant to say, I own *none* of the Tomorrow People...)  Teaser: Jade has a bittersweet realization about her Crush on Megabyte. 2017 - Note: Story has been revamped slightly, only to make it less clunky in my opinion. But it's mostly preserved as it is.  Feedback is welcome at gryph.bear@gmail.com 

Disclaimer: I do not own the Tomorrow People, other than the lead character, "Jonas". The rest is owned by Roger Price, Thames TV, etc etc.  Note: This is a story I came up with from something called a "Hat Challenge", which is a way to combine characters from shows you *would* write about, along with plot cliches that seem to pop up everywhere. This is a story I was encouraged to write to be entered in a fanfic competition, which sadly, I didn't win, but here is the story for you to read. The idea was to write about a breakout with a word limit of 2000, using my own idea, or a pregenerated introduction the fanfic competition had laid out. I managed to make it fit within 1925 words, I believe. Thanks Elizabeth Stanway for beta-reading this fanfic! (Updated in 2017) I don't really remember when I initially did write and finish this though. There is some editing but not much beyond formatting, really.  / / means Private Thoughts.  [ ] means Telepathic Th

Author's Note: Sorry this is a pretty long chapter - but I decided to split the story up by the days similar to how DyneWulf does his game.  Day 2: July Morning brings another limb-entangled sleep between us. The best kind. I blink sleepily as I yawn. I groan, as I try to wriggle out of Chester's iron-fisted grip around me. It only makes him draw me closer, and tighter. I kiss his snout, making him mumble happily. I am filled with the sudden, desperate need to go to the bathroom. "Chester? Chester! I gotta pee!… Let go of me, please -" He blinks sleepily, rolls over on his back, releasing me, and promptly letting out a loud snore. I envy him being able to go back to sleep just like that, but I'm glad he let go of me. I hastily make my escape and use the bathroom. I return and glance at his alarm clock. It's about 7 right now. I guess I should pop in the shower, despite staring at Chester's naked, broad frame, covered by a thin sheet.

Day 1: July Urk. One more day until the party. I'm nervous.   I've got a lot to do to prepare. But I have all morning to make sure everything is ready for tomorrow. At least they had generic birthday signs and balloons that I can use. I'm going to be staying at Chester's tonight. I've been trying to take time to get things done, and keep up with spending time with Chester, and I… don't think he's the wiser - I hope he'll be surprised. Fingers crossed.