The Storytelling of Del'an

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 

Chapter 9 Vince was idly fingering Grant's stomach fur, and feeling supremely comfortable. He had listened in amazement to the big bear's story on meeting Brent. No wonder Grant seemed to be insatiable -- it was the nanites that were running around inside his body. "And I wondered how you had so much stamina... despite...er, well, your age." Grant chuckled mischievously, and turned to put his cigar out in the ashtray on the nightstand. "Well, I probably could keep up even without these things inside me, given the shape I'm in..." He turned back then gently rubbed Vince's hand; he then pushed it lower onto his crotch and growled. "Rub it."

Author's Note: Here I do bring up the question of safer sex… and mainly plot and conversation ;) Chapter 8 Brent groaned as a beam of sunlight flickered across his eyes. He squinted at the curtain which was partially open, and tried to shift his head out of the sun. He didn't want to wake up yet. In between sleep and awake, Brent floated in a warm and fuzzy feeling while Grant's arms were wrapped around him in a snug hold. His mind drifted to full awareness within moments, as he wished he could spend all day here. His comfortable surroundings were shattered by the phone ringing, ruining his mood. Brent grunted, reaching for the phone, and feeling pissed. He sat up, and answered with a terse reply. "Yeah?"

As usual: Continued Thanks to Kindar for his help! :) Chapter 12 The only thought on his mind was to help Logan. Intellectually he knew that Logan would most likely survive the crash they'd heard, but he wasn't thinking with his head. Once he reached the bar entrance, he hesitated when Brenda shouted for him to stop. He paused by the entrance when Brenda shouted for him to stop. "Wait! Don't go out there!" Brenda skidded to a stop and grabbed Tad's arm. Of all the foolhardy moves Tad could have made -- this could have been his last. Tad glared at her. "What if he needs help?"

Author's Note: Sorry for being a day late! Also - thanks to Kindar for all his help on refining this chapter! :) I'm going to be posting a singular chapter from now on until this story is caught up. Enjoy! Chapter 11 When Logan brushed by Brenda wordlessly, she froze, as she was swamped with his irritation. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to shake off the emotions after he left in his wake. She took a deep breath, then walked into the main area to greet Tad with a smile. "So, The sleeping beauty is awake at last! How do you feel?" Tad made a face at her then shrugged. "Ehh. I'm tired, but... I think I'll live." He glanced past her, feeling troubled. He didn't know why he had stopped himself from telling Logan the truth.  Brenda could sense that something had happened but courtesy told her to wait until Tad brought the subject up before prodding. Her power made it difficult for her to refrain from meddling into everyday matters, but h...

Author's Note: Thanks for Kindar for his help in proofing! :) Chapter 10 Tad was in his room looking out his window at the forested scenery, when he heard a soft knock, snapping him out of his preoccupation with the latest revelation about his powers.  He called out to whoever was behind the door. "It's open." Brenda swung the door open, walked in and smiled. "Hey." Tad turned around, and blinked as he took in what Brenda was wearing: a purple t-shirt, and grey sweatpants. His voice held a trace of amusement at her attire, as he raised his eyebrow. "Going to P.E.?"

Author's Note: Major Kudos to deathklat again for suggestions, and tips and help on the dream sequence. :) Big thanks to Kindar for being so kind to critique this before I submitted it to another site. :) Chapter 6 Logan walked hurriedly to his room - five doors down. He was trying to relax, but tension had coiled into his muscles after talking to Tad. He gritted his teeth as he threw the door open and nearly slammed it shut after him. He rubbed his face vigorously and snarled, smelling Tad on his hands. He abruptly wiped his hands on his pants in a futile effort to get them free of his scent. "Dammit. What has he done to me?"

Author's Note: Continued thanks to Kindar for his help! :) Chapter 4 Minutes crept by in silence as he tried to put his attraction to Logan out of his mind. Chances were that Logan wasn't interested anyways. He rubbed his forehead in an attempt to force his thoughts to another subject -- Ororo, who had showed up at his door. She was a very nice lady, and probably a mutant, but he wondered what her 'powers' were. "Um, what can she do? Ororo? She's a mutant too, right?" Brenda shook herself out of her thoughts. "Oh yeah, she is. She can kinda control weather -- call up winds, lightning, fog, etc." Tad stared at her. The thought of a nice lady like her controlling all that made him a little uncomfortable but he supposed he could see the positive side of it. "Bet it makes for nice sunny days on picnics." Brenda chuckled wryly. "...Something like that."

Author Note: BIG THANKS to deathklat for his assistance regarding 'certain' matters involving our beloved Logan :D And more thanks for Kindar for his critiques and suggestions.  Warning: Implicit Sexual situations in this chapter.  Chapter 3 Tad was livid to think that just because one mutant professed they didn't pry without permission, here was another one who apparently didn't follow the same rules... Brenda visibly winced at the onslaught coming from Tad. She squeezed her eyes shut as she hastily erected the mental shield, just as the Professor had taught her. The waves of anger beat against them, but now she was able to think again. She rubbed her temples, and glanced up at Tad with an apologetic expression. With a grimace, she sighed. "I didn't read your mind. It wasn't exactly hard to pick up your emotions."

"Flipping Out" (A Society of Weres story)  written by Gryphbear Chapter 4 Shawn sat at the edge of his bed, with his face buried in his hands. He had no energy today -- from catching nearly no sleep. What rest he could snatch were plagued by erotic dreams of Matt. It was a wonder he hadn't gone mad...and a slight part of him occasionally wondered if he hadn't already done so. The last three days had passed like an eternity ever since he called in sick, and never went back. Shawn had started to feel that some of his co-workers were being nosy -- prying where they shouldn't, and more than usual. It had made him feel trapped and uneasy. He had nothing to tell them -- since he hadn't seen Matt since that night.

"Flipping Out" (A Society of Weres Story) written by Gryphbear Chapter 3 The awkward silence drew out, while Matt racked his brain to figure out what to say or do. Once decided, he got to his knees, and crawled closer, touching Shawn's hunched shoulder. "Tell me?" Shawn gritted his teeth, and pulled away, feeling guilty. I shouldn't let him touch me, or me him. Not yet. As it was, the light touch had sent a shudder of lust to his loins. He had to bite his lip in order to stifle his moan. He exhaled deeply. "Please. Don't touch me until I'm done explaining."