OK Cedara I know you wanted a back story for Megan and 'Lace getting
together here we go. Words in the phone conversation contained like this
(this) are what the focus person doesn't hear. I'm just doing this so I
know what's been said in case I use it later. BTW Long Beach, Washington
is a real town I lived there for three years, just check Yahoo. I still
remember my writing lessons 'You're a better writer if you write about
something you know' If I write a sequel to Megan In Cascade I may send
her to Long Beach either for a visit or a case. See in the X-Files pilot
M&S went to a small town in north west Oregon, well guess what, Long
Beach is in the South west corner of Washington. Make the connection? A
few other freaky things about the pilot and my time in WA got me hooked
to XF. I tell you about later. :o)

Making Friends


Melrae

June 21, 1987
Davison Residence
Long Beach, Washington


"Megan, sweetheart, would you come into the study please?"
Amanda Davison called up the stairs to her 13 year old daughter, who was
in her room studying before going to her sports classes in town.

"Sure thing Mom, just let me finish this chapter OK." Shouted
down Megan who wondered what her Mom could want.

Megan finished reading her book and started down the stairs when she
heard the phone ringing. Her Mom answered it in the study and Megan tip-toed to the door to try to listen in.


"Hello, Davison residence"


(Hi, Amanda)….....


Hi Walter


(Have you given it to her yet)……


no I haven't yet she should be coming down soon I'll do it then


(How much are you going to tell her)………


Not everything I'll leave that to you for later


(Thanks a lot. Has she started yet?)………..


Yes she has but is not aware of it I caught most of it in time.


(Specially with that 'guide' your family talks about. Are you sure she
is the one?)


Yes, the stories that my family tell are very detailed.


(Yes you told me when she was born and you made me her godfather. 'To
the child born on the longest day shall be granted the sight, power, and
guidance to protect the world from the coming evils. But this child's life
will be full of danger. Choose well the protectors of this child.' You
know Amanda, I still don't believe in all of this.)


Walt, you don't have to believe, just protect her. Her path will be
dangerous. Look I've got to go she is at the door listening in.


(OK goodbye talk later)


Bye Walt.


Amanda walked to the door that she knew that her daughter was hiding
behind. "Megan, please come in. Listening in is a very bad habit,
you know."


Megan looked down at her feet. "Yes, Mother I know, I didn't mean
to. May I ask a question?"


"Of course, dear. Come over to the sofa and we'll talk. One of
your classes was canceled so you don't need to be at the Sport Center until
three."


"OK Mom. Who was that on phone? I know you called him Walter, but
that is about it. Does it have to do with me?"


"Perceptive as always my dear. You are correct his name is Walter
but I can't tell you more than that right now. I have a early present for
you." Amanda pulled out a small worn box. "This gift has been
given to each child born on the summer solstice for over 300 years, you
are the next to carry out that tradition." Then Amanda spoke very
formally. "My daughter, Megan Davison, a child born on the summer
solstice will you accept this gift and all it will come to represent?"


Megan seeing that this was serious and somehow knowing that her answer
would change her life paused for a second, allowing her newfound sense
of destiny guide her. What she felt was danger, sadness and darkness, but
in equal or greater measure she also felt happiness, friendship, and protection would be hers if she accepted but if she didn't she couldn't sense anything other than darkness, that meant there may not be a future for her, if she turned down this gift, or an evil destiny. That made Megan's choice for
her. In equal or even greater formality Megan said, "Mother, I accept
the gift and all that my destiny may bring to me."


Wordlessly Amanda handed Megan the box. "You will want to be alone
when you open this, dear. If you don't want to go to your classes this
afternoon I understand, you may not want to go out after you see this."


"Mom, can I open this up in my room?" Megan asked. Somehow
it seemed important that Megan open this up in a place that was uniquely
hers.


"Yes, dear. When you're ready come down and we'll have a talk."


As Megan carried the box up to her room, she heard, deep inside her
mind a soft humming. It had a comforting affect on her relaxing her. Megan
closed the door to her room and pulled down the blinds. She then went to
a old box that she had from when she was a baby, inside was an old nightlight
she plugged it in and turned off the rest of the lights and sat cross-legged
on her bed and opened the box. Inside sitting on a gray velvet cushion
was a crystal necklace about two inches long, octagonal, ending with a
blunt point. At the wider end a silver wire was wrapped around it forming
{the loops}[I can't think of the word] holding the crystal to the silver
chain, the crystal itself was clear, so clear that it looked almost invisible.
Megan reached in to pull the necklace out of its box, when her hand touched
it Megan received a shock. The necklace spoke to her mind!


--Hello, Megan Davison.-A soft velvet-like voice spoke inside Megan's
mind.


"I'm going nuts I've started to hear voices inside my head."
Megan spoke not believing what she heard.


--You are not going nuts, Megan. I'd like to become your friend, you
will have a long and hard path to take. Your telepathic and telekinetic
skills are just coming into force you must learn to harness and control
those skills.-The Necklace said to her.-We will start now. When you speak
to me just think the words to me, frame the words inside your head. You
will look less nuts if you can speak to me silently.-Megan swore that she
heard the voice chuckle.


"All right I'll try." Megan then tried to 'think' her next
words to the necklace. *What do I call you?*


--Well done, Megan. I really don't have a name I've been in this Necklace
for over 300 years.-


*Wow, that is sad, what did the other children call you?*


--Megan, there haven't been any others. You are the first.-


*Well, what would you like? I mean this will be something I call you
all the time so you have to like it.* Megan said her eyes wandering around
the room. When she noticed she had started to stare at the lace of her
pillow case. It just clicked, forgetting what she was just taught she said,
"I've got it!"


--Silently, Megan.-The Necklace chided.


Megan framed the words inside her head, *I've got a name for you. How
does 'Lace sound?*


The Necklace paused for a moment, --Yes I like it. Well then here is
the start of a hopefully long friendship.-


*Yes, 'Lace may we have a long time to be friends.* Megan stood up and
walked to the door intending to tell her mom everything.


After Megan told her mom what had happened up in her room, Amanda looked
a bit strange. "Megan I've canceled all of your classed for today.
I wanted to wait until I gave you the necklace before I said this. You'll
need the support. Megan, how much do you remember about life just before
we moved here?"


"Everything up until the month or so before. Then its just bits
and pieces, the only thing I really remember is you standing over the man
who had a knife to my neck, one moment he has me with the knife to my throat
and the next I'm standing next to you, with Dad taking me to the other
room. What happened then?"


Amanda looked at her daughter tears beginning to form in her eyes and
sighed, 'I don't want to do this to her now, she's just turned 13, today
is her birthday, she still has that innocence. How can I take it away from
her.' "Megan, I hate to tell you this now, but that man was sent to
either kill you or take you away. You sensed it and protected your self."


"Protected myself. How?" Megan asked trying to search her
mind to her memories of that night six years ago. To her surprise she still
could not remember everything. Sure she could remember things from before
that time but just not the month or so before they moved to Long Beach.


*'Lace can you help me to remember?*


--Not this, not now. I'm sorry Megan. Just remember I'm your friend.-


*That's OK 'Lace. I will remember.*


"I'm sorry sweetheart, to have to be the one to tell you this and
tell you now but it has to be done I may never get the chance to again,
but you killed that man. I know that you didn't touch him but you 'willed'
him to die. The exact cause was determined to by a ME to be a stroke, but
what happened was you telekinetically stopped all blood flow to the brain.
Remember all those talks we've had about extreme possibilities? Well the
reason for them was the fact you are telepathic and telekinetic. You must
use your 'gifts' to protect people only taking a life when you are left
with no choice." Amanda paused letting her words sink in. Looking
closely at her daughter Amanda almost saw the moment when Megan's childhood
ended.

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