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Notes: Written for Eleanor K. in response to a Live Journal challenge. Her line: "If you don't like it, you can return it." The theory on Brad's power are mine, all mine. Hope it makes some kind of sense. Thanks muchly to tynantblue for betaing, even though she was sick.




The problem with being with someone who is prescient is that its nearly fucking impossible to surprise them. To make things that much shittier, Brads got shields like steel, so I can never sense what the hell is going on in his head. I hate it. Makes me kinda crazy.

Which explains why Im standing here shifting from foot to foot, worrying worrying! that hes going to hate what Ive just done. Because, like I said, its almost impossible to surprise a prescient, but not totally. The way Brad explained it is that it works on some bizarre theory of probabilities he sees the most likely outcome, whether its something anyone could have thought of or not. So if you were to do something bat-shit crazy and impulsive, theres a chance, albeit a small one, that he wont see it ahead of time. It certainly explains why he can never figure out what that crazy motherfucker Farf is up to at any given time.

So, when I walked into the coffee shop this afternoon yes, even cold-hearted killers need a decent cup of coffee every now and again and spotted the littlest Weiss kitten hanging out with what Im assuming were friends from school, I acted on impulse.

I wish Id had a camera so I could have taken picture of his face when I sidled up to him in line, curled my arm around his narrow little waist and purred, Kitten! in his ear. Im laughing now, just thinking about how red his face went. It was really quite easy to get him to come with me all I had to do was mindspeak to him and let him know that if he didnt, hed be cleaning his friends guts off of his pretty little shirt.

Im snapped out of my pleasant little reverie by the sound of the door opening. Farf and the kid are both in their rooms, so I know its Brad. I wait, wishing hed hurry the fuck up and get in here already.

And then hes here. Staring at me. Staring at my little gift, bound and gagged in the corner, staring bloody murder at me and thinking some very nasty thoughts at me. I would expect this level of viciousness from Red hes almost as crazy as Farf. But not from dear, sweet little Omi its a surprise, I must admit.

Brad still hasnt said anything. Hes just staring, with this dead look on his face. Well, fuck him.

If you don't like it, you can return it, I say viciously and turn to leave. He grabs me by the arm as I pass him. Brad looks at me, a slow smile spreading across his face and suddenly, his shields drop, just a fraction, and I feel a wave of pleasure and affection crash over me before they slam shut again.

Stunned, I stand there with my mouth hanging open, surprised as hell by this gift hes given me.