Prism
by MistressKitty [formerly Josephine]
Summary- Someone thinks about Tess
Classification- UC I suppose, no 'ship in particular
Author's Note- I have posted this several places previously- as an anonymous Tess shipping piece as well as a shipped Iceman/Kitty fic for the X-Men genre. Since it was originally intended for Roswell, I am posting it here.

Part One: Silver
I am in chemistry, but I can tell you, my mind is not on valence electrons. All of my senses are take up with just one thing.

Her ear. The soft folds of skin as she is turned attentively towards the teacher listening as if the periodic table were the one thing that will save her. And I can only see the small sliver hoop earrings glittering in the light from the overhead projector.

I can hardly breathe while witnessing the whispy tendrils of her hair flitting over her ear.

How I want to be her hair, just to be that near to her, to be able to touch her, and have her touch me in return, almost without thinking.

I am shocked back from this slow motion, this other universe where she and I are the only ones in the room, by a calling of my name from the teacher who is wondering if I can share with the class the electron configuration of silver.

I cannot answer because I am thinking, why do I need sliver when I can look at her?

Part Two: Periwinkle Blue
It is her hands which hold me now, for I am unable, it seems, to look away from her slender fingers gently, but purposely pressing down each computer key to type up an essay.

Her fingernails are painted periwinkle blue and she wears a ring of pewter vines around the pinkie finger of her right hand.

She turns the page in her notebook, taking care not to let it rip, and smooth it down, her palms pressing down the paper and her fingertips straightening out the folds.

I absentmindedly run my own fingers across the keyboard wishing my hands were as elegant, as royal as hers.

But I am feeling lost as the bell rings, and I am forced to tear my gaze away.

Part Three: The Subtle Shade of Pink
I read somewhere that feet were supposedly the least attractive thing about a person's body. I disagree. At this moment, when I am carefully removing the flip-flops off her feet, so as not to disturb her sleeping form, I could prove nothing else more wrong. The lavender shoes fall to the hard wood floor with a muted clop that I hardly notice- I am too taken in by the slenderness, the countours, and the subtle shade of pink with which she has painted her toe nails. I am mesmerized by the delicacy with which her foot becomes ankle, becomes calf, all unbelievably soft skin I notice as I dare to blush a fingertip across her big toe.

She turns over in her shallow slumber and I am beyond startled, as I fall back from kneeling next to her bed, to an immediately uncomfortable position on the floor.

Worried I'll be caught staring at her feet of all things, I scramble to my feet and try not to be heard as I back away from her bed and slip to of the door.

Part Four: It is Like the Sky
I am tired of having to avoid her eyes, so this time I don't. It seems so simple just to look an fall into the depths, the pools, the sky. And when I do finally look right into her eyes, I realize it is like the sky, her eyes, the milky white separated by a line of the purest blue I have ever
seen, fading slowly into the black center.

That black center seems to pull me in, to it's cavernous depths.

I must have been staring too long, because she looks away, and I feel as thought I could fall. Just when I thought I would be lost, she turned back to me and smiled.

And I think I floated.

Part Five: Rosy
She doesn't know what she does to me, lying there, almost within my reach. She is stretched out on a lawn chair, tanning, wearing only a red bikini set with tiny purple flowers scattered across it.

I look at her, and try not to make it obvious that I want to run my hands across her stomach, just to prove the theory that her skin is as soft as I imagine it, that it feels like the freshly bloomed petal of a rose.

As the sun begins to turn her skin rosy, I feel as though I shouldn't watch any more, or I would do something I would regret, like go over to her, stand in her sun, and tell her I've been staring at her for two months now, and I think this rosy feeling I'm getting has more to do with her than she knows.

Part Six: A Light Brown Dusting
I had never seen her without makeup on before now. And I realized with a smile that she has freckles, a light brown dusting of them, sprinkled acrossher nose and cheeks.

When she saw me watching her remove the thin base, she blushed, but not as much as when she'd seen me watching before. I think she has come to accept my staring, seeing as I couldn't seem to stop.

If I didn't keep my eyes on her always, I might miss something, and then that light brown dusting of her in my life might disappear before I had a chance to truly see it.

And that would be a shame.

Part Seven: Prism
I can see the whole of her now, and the radiating beauty I see nearly blinds me. She is a prism of colors, and emotions, and feelings, and she's not just a reflection.

She causes these colors, and emotions, and feelings to bloom in others, like a prism separating ordinary light off into a rainbow, revealing purity and shades we've never seen.

The End



Title: For Now
Author: MistressKitty (cookingwithedna@hotmail.com) [formerly Josephine]
Summary: Tess POV, pre-Crazy
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Thanks: To Allana, who is a really incredible writer and beta reader! I love you, babe. Some lyrics used are from Majandra Delfino's rendition or "In The Air Tonight." (The song was originally written and performed by Phil Collins). Others come from Everclear, Semisonic, Savage Garden, Lenny Kravitz, Sonic Flood, No Doubt and Shawn Mullins (I'm not sure if that's actually his name). I mean no disrespect to any of them by using the lyrics. .


Hello there. I'm waving at you, but you look away, pretending that you don't know me. For now, all I am is the strange girl across the grocery store, staring at you and waving my fingers in hopes that I'll catch your eye. For now I am just a girl with striking blond hair and blue eyes that you can almost see clearly now from this distance.

I am so sure that I must know you from somewhere… I just cannot discern where exactly that would be. For now, you are a stranger, a handsome boy across the grocery store from me, looking at the tobasco sauce. For now, you will have to be content with sneaking glances my way while I wave, and call your name in my mind.

I have the distinct feeling that this moment is a beginning (every new beginning is another beginning's end), and for now, all I can have is that feeling because you are ignoring me, and heading down an aisle so you are blocked from my sight. I feel crazy- I want to follow you (I want to know you, I want to see your face). You are as drawn to me as I am you, but for
now, you are avoiding the feeling because it is too new (you're so new), too foreign for you to deal with.

I understand. I can wait (I've been waiting for this moment for all of my life). For now.

Everywhere I go (I know… I keep you with me my darling) I find myself searching out your face. I would know you anywhere after the grocery store encounter. You don't realize it, but you have a very memorable face. I think that I remember you from some past life… Nasedo tells me that for now that is of no concern to me. I try to ignore him.

You know that you remember me too. A part of your mind remembers the curve of my cheek better than you know your own. I know your face well (I can't stop staring). Striking black hair, combed across your noble forehead in spiky bangs, down to beautiful orbs of eyes that speak an essay with a glance. The hazel permeates my memories. A nose is in the center that is decisive, and yet caring, curving down to a mouth that hardly ever smiles.

I would die to see you smile again (I wonder if I'll ever see you again)

I am new in this town- there is no way someone like you would ever look my way twice. Especially when you already have a perfect life (and all I wanted were the simple things, a simple kinda life) - I would only complicate it. I would only enhance it. For now you are blind to the fact (that the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down) that we are meant to be. We were loves long ago, and I remember (I remember, don't worry… how could I ever forget?). We were truly beautiful once… beautiful together (she's hanging all her hopes on the stars).

But for now I am alone with my dreams, and you alone with your perhaps perfect life. Do I dare and make an entrance? For now I am not so sure…

For now…