"Tesseract"
Part 1/1
By Aimee Rose ([email protected])

Rating: G
Spoilers: Hint of VLV, Wipe Out, Hybrid Chronicles
Distribution: Improv, Crashdown, anyone else just ask!
Definition: Tes�ser�act: The four-dimensional equivalent of a cube.
[Greek tessera, neuter pl. of tesseres, four; see tessera, ray of light]
Summary: Tess has left... but will she return?



I sit on the dock, looking over the luminous water, shimmering in the moonlight.  The moonlight's fragments reflected in the water reminded me of shattered glass.  Strange how peaceful images remind me of painful memories?  It has been a year since I left, a year since I last saw his face, a year since I last felt.  

The numbness of leaving him, leaving the place I knew, was almost more than I could bear.  I gazed into the horizon remembering bits and pieces of the past, dragging myself through the pain again, hoping to find some absolution in the scorching guilt that I felt.  I left them.  I didn't want to but I had to.  I was only infecting their lives, causing more pain than pleasure, making them detest my very presence in their lives.  Even he never truly understood my motives, the one that I loved, that I still love.  

I'm sure that they are all living their safe little lives, keeping the secret so well, now that the threat of the Skins was gone, the Gandarium conquered.  I served my small purpose in those events, one part too horrifying to repeat in my mind.  The scorching fires, the unbridled hatred I had of those people who would have obliterated us if they had the chance.  I frightened myself when I think back on what I was capable of once and still am capable of, the manifestation of the very images I could project onto another being.  I hoped I never had to face a situation where I was forced to resort to such motives. But it saved us, saved me for this moment of ultimate agony.

His image arose from the water, an illusion of sorts that taunted me, accused me of leaving.  I felt remorse at the thought that I never left any indication of leaving.  I put on my happy face in Vegas; I cooperated willingly while fighting against the Gandarium.  But they never knew that I had to leave, that before me these people were happy, and that it was not too late to leave, to leave them to their own devices once again.  I would always look in from time to time, to ensure that they were okay, that they were happy, but my return would be stealthy, secretive until I could make my final return.

I would look in on the one who smelled of vanilla, the one who I used to hate, to despise because she robbed me of my birthright.  Yet I had softened, for reasons known and unknown, and she would be protected.

The healer would be watched, for he needed to discover his own way in the world, one that did not include my selfish tendencies, my anger at his inability to accept something I had no right to impose upon him, upon any of them.

His sister would be watched, for she was the healer's strength, even if she never realized it.  She of the flaxen blonde hair, her destiny as whatever she chose to be would be realized.  I would not hinder her future on Earth with promises of another home, but would watch over her from time to time.

The boy that I rebuffed because he was not her match would be watched as well, for he and the blonde haired spitfire that I rejected as the rebel's were integral parts to the whole, to the continuity.

The one that I felt closest to in the group, the one that shared my warrior tendencies when it came to action, the one that always challenged us, kept the secret safe, he would be watched, just as he watched over us so many times before.

And lastly, He would be watched, for I could never forget his face as it haunted my every dream, my every waking thought.  I knew I needed to learn to feel truly and openly without limits, without boundaries.  To rid myself of the lessons of Nasado, the rules and regulations drilled into my head banished from my consciousness.  I would find a way to return home someday, would find a way to restore the whole.  

Even as the four dimensions shattered, the eight of us that made the whole, divided into clearly defined elements of nature.  The Fire of the Rebel and his mate.  The Earth of the Healer and his mate.  The Air of the Princess and her mate.  The Water that was comprised of my love and myself.  They would one day collide again, would again coalesce into the perfect model of space and time and goodness.  

Until then I would gaze over the water, remembering my love, looking to the day that I could once again resurrect the Tesseract.

The End