Sandy walked towards the Prince's house, holding Brad's hand and looking around quietly. Her eyes were wide and she was beginning to heat up a bit... There was so much going on... So many things to catch on fire, so many people to heal and hear, both aloud and mentally...
Brad gave her hand a squeeze and gave her a smile. 'Nervous?'
Sandy nodded quietly. 'It's...a lot, Brad... I don't like this...'
Brad nodded. 'That's okay... Do you want to go back home?'
She sighed quietly and shook her head. "I have to see John first...'
Brad nodded. 'Right... He's taking over Prince Industries sometime soon, right?'
Sandy nodded, looking at him. Brad nodded back and then knocked on John's door.
John walked over and opened the door. "Hello, Sandy. And who is this?"
'This is Brad,' Sandy thought to them softly.
At first, John jumped slightly. "...Right, I forgot about that... Nice to meet you Brad."
Brad smiled. "You too."
'So, what did you want to meet about?' Sandy thought.
"First, please... Come in," John said, opening the door wider.
Sandy hesitated a moment then walked in. Brad followed her lead.
John shut the door and sat on the couch. "So... What have you thought about your time out of the estate?"
Sandy sighed. 'I'm not giving your information to justify your decision. If that is what you choose, I suppose I have no room to argue.'
John sighed. "Can't you at least try to stay out of my head?"
Sandy shook her head. 'No.'
Brad looked between them, wondering what they were arguing about.
"Fine. Sandy, you have the most powers we've seen in a human. I guess it was destined to happen since Rylee and Dayton both had powers - three in a combined total..." John began.
'What about you?' Sandy interrupted.
John smiled slightly and shrugged. "My bloodline is not entirely human. We are part-alien, thanks to grandma. The same principles aren't applied..."
Brad blinked. "Wha-? Okay..."
John shook his head. "Anyway, back to you... Sandy, a loss of control could cause such destruction. If there were too many minds, you could lose control of your fire and seriously hurt people..."
Sandy looked down at her hands then at him with an emotionless expression. 'Is...is that what you think of me, John? A bomb ready to go off any moment?'
Brad frowned and took one of her hands.
John sighed. "It's nothing personal, Sandy... I just think it would be better if you rarely came out from your house anymore."
Sandy glanced at him quietly for a moment. 'Is this a suggestion or are you going to make me?'
John straightened up. "As you know, I will be inheriting the business soon enough and I will have some decisions to make... Particularly regarding you. None of your family has seemed able to control their powers fully since Rylee and Dayton. And since your father burned her book of valuable research by mistake, I don't see how I can just let your family walk around. Your powers have the least amount of control of any of us...except maybe Emily's descendants... But that's simple. Just keep them away from other people with powers."
Sandy looked at him silently for several seconds. John looked around, confused. Brad just waited quietly. This wasn't fair...
Finally, Sandy responded, 'If that's how you feel about me, lock me away until you need me. My powers might be incredibly hard to control at the same time, but they're incredibly strong. You'll beg me for help one day and I will help you, but... Remember this moment.'
She looked at Brad and nodded. They stood and began walking out.
"Now, Sandy, please don't take this the wrong way-" John said quickly, standing and following.
Sandy slammed the door behind them.
John sighed. "There's only so much tact you can have with a mindreader..."
