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Norah: Sidekick
Title: Sidekick (Norah)
Fandom: Sky High
Claim: None
Status: In Progress
Rating: G
Summary: Norah Gregory doesn't want to be a hero.
Warnings: None
I was made a sidekick.
It’s no surprise, really, given that my father has no powers at all, but it seemed like everyone stared. Even Principle Powers called me to her office, asking if I needed to try again, handling me as if my mother had died yesterday instead of six years ago.
I had a hard enough time with the little powers I have. I’d rather be a sidekick than have to deal with what my mother had to. She was telepathic and telekinetic.
It’s much easier being an empath.
It wasn’t always, of course. After my mother died, my powers exploded, feeding off the emotions around me. My father and I were stuck in a feedback loop of grief – he unable to move on because of me, and my grief compounded by his. When I was finally able to go to school, I was overwhelmed. I had no control, no way to block the emotions of people around me.
No way to block the emotions of Warren Peace.
He simmered with anger, glaring daggers at everyone around him. I wanted to hate him, too, but the grief under his anger only made me cry. I only lasted three days back at school before my father kept me home – I was a mess by the time I reached recess every day.
After that, there was a barrage of tutors, some better than others. Control eventually came too, as well as some faint telepathy when I was touching someone. And I was fine with that.
I didn’t even want to go to Sky High. I wanted no part in heroes and sidekicks, battles and wars. I wanted my solitude.
Instead, I got sidekick and this ridiculous school for something I don’t even want to do, with people I don’t even know.
Except Warren Peace, of course.
The first day, I passed him in the hall, and that familiar anger made me feel as if I was nine all over again.
Thank god I was made a sidekick.
Fandom: Sky High
Claim: None
Status: In Progress
Rating: G
Summary: Norah Gregory doesn't want to be a hero.
Warnings: None
I was made a sidekick.
It’s no surprise, really, given that my father has no powers at all, but it seemed like everyone stared. Even Principle Powers called me to her office, asking if I needed to try again, handling me as if my mother had died yesterday instead of six years ago.
I had a hard enough time with the little powers I have. I’d rather be a sidekick than have to deal with what my mother had to. She was telepathic and telekinetic.
It’s much easier being an empath.
It wasn’t always, of course. After my mother died, my powers exploded, feeding off the emotions around me. My father and I were stuck in a feedback loop of grief – he unable to move on because of me, and my grief compounded by his. When I was finally able to go to school, I was overwhelmed. I had no control, no way to block the emotions of people around me.
No way to block the emotions of Warren Peace.
He simmered with anger, glaring daggers at everyone around him. I wanted to hate him, too, but the grief under his anger only made me cry. I only lasted three days back at school before my father kept me home – I was a mess by the time I reached recess every day.
After that, there was a barrage of tutors, some better than others. Control eventually came too, as well as some faint telepathy when I was touching someone. And I was fine with that.
I didn’t even want to go to Sky High. I wanted no part in heroes and sidekicks, battles and wars. I wanted my solitude.
Instead, I got sidekick and this ridiculous school for something I don’t even want to do, with people I don’t even know.
Except Warren Peace, of course.
The first day, I passed him in the hall, and that familiar anger made me feel as if I was nine all over again.
Thank god I was made a sidekick.