Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-23

Chapter 23

It’s so like déjá -vu but not.

There’s this thing that just feels like nothing I’ve ever know as Shy takes my hand the same time as I reached out for her hand and there is this moment that we are so in tune with each other it takes my breath away.

It was so like I could feel her wanting the exact same thing and at the exact same time.

I touched serendipity.

I’m just trying to process All of this as we start to walk down the beach and it’s a nice night. There’s a gentle but warm saltwater scented breeze coming off of the water and we’re bare foot and there’s that thing…you know that thing that beach sand has just right underfoot and between your toes.

She’s smiling as we’re walking but looking down.

I take a sip of hot chocolate. “Shy…what are you thinking?”

About beaches?

“About beaches and sand.”

Whoa…

She turns her head to look at me still smiling and I’m just getting struck by how beautiful she is but also how she’s sort of handsome too.

“So was I.”

“I know.”

“You know.”

“Yeah, I could feel it and let you steer me.”

“Steer you?”

She’s looking at me and she’s thinking of something and I can almost feel her turning it over and over in her mind like she’s trying to see it from all the angles and it’s deep…and serious and it’s big….whatever it is it’s really big.

“Shy…Shy look it’s okay whatever it is it’s okay. Look I know that we just met but I honestly feel that we have this bond already and that we’re so close that I could tell you anything…and you could tell me anything.”

She’s looking at me and she walks us over to some driftwood and she sit’s me down with her on this large log and she sit’s there with me but straddling it more sort of face on than beside me.

But she’s looking so deeply into my eyes that I feel…I feel myself falling into hers and for awhile there’s nothing else there in the world but the eyes of my Cheyenne.

Whoa…

My Cheyenne….

It came out of nowhere and yet the entire thought of it is just true….

“Dylan…”

“Yes…?”

“I know why You’re different.”

“Okay…I’m still new to the whole chimera thing.”

“No…you’re not a chimera.”

“I’m not?”

“No…in the country where we’re from…you and me we’re special…we’re genetic extensions of the whole intersexed thing.”

“But I’m not intersexed.”

“By local medicine yes or they come up with things like you being a chimera to try to explain why your male and female sides aren’t fighting with each other but working in harmony.”

“Uhm…okay why haven’t I heard of this…what am I then?”

“Well home you are reffered to as a Shuan.”

“A Shuan…?”

“Yes and that is the way that describes a male that forms the strongest of female aspects.”

“Okay….”

“You’re not either but you are your own gender home…you’re actually part of the fourth gender.”

“Fourth gender right….”

Shy’s looking at me and she doesn’t say anything or even just stare really hard because she doesn’t have to…the more I’m thinking about it the more that it’s sinking in or there’s this flaking away of all the stuff I’ve known or assumed was true just because we thought it was true.

And my brain or my experiences are telling me uhm Dylan she’s nuts but my heart knows…it just knows with every beat of my heart that she’s telling me the truth.

I swallow and take a sip of my hot chocolate even if it’s gone cold…my mouth’s gone dry…

“And…and you’re…?”

“I’m a Tuan…a female with the strongest of male aspects.”

Oddly, crazily it really makes sense to me…Cheyenne feels so male.

“But why? Why don’t people know about this?”

“War.”

“War?”

“We lost our first home from war and when the rest of humanity had found out about us they attacked and destroyed our homeland and we were barely able to escape.”

“I guess I don’t have to ask why if people like us existed huh…?”

“That and more.”

“More?”

“It’s true with mankind and the way that they think we were considered freaks just for living but not only are the third and forth blended genders totally in synch with themselves and are really true genders but we’re also.”

“Also…”

“Psychic.”

“Psychic?”

Shy nods and she smiles a little. “I guess the best way to get all of this through to you other than what you’re feeling from me is to show you.”

“What I’m feeling from you?”

“We’re Empaths, very powerful empaths for the most part, psionic sciences are based off of feelings and control…you’re still developing your powers but you have to have noticed that since all of this started you’ve….”

“Been able to swear that I could feel what people around me are feeling…” I finish her sentence because I just knew exactly what she was going to say.

“Did I just?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t reading my mind when thoughts and feelings are so close together they connect like telepathy the psychic energy acting like water or even electricity following the path of least resistance.”

“Oh…”

Oh wow…oh shit this explains so much…all these things that I’ve been feeling.

Oh shit I’m psychic.

“Dylan…”

I blink out of the whole gap that I mentally tripped in.

“Yes?”

“Take a hold of your hot chocolate.”

I lift up my mug. “Okay.”

“Now just before you take a sip concentrate on the hot chocolate and the way the mug feels when it’s freshly made, the smells, the heat of the liquid the way that it feels when you take a sip…”

I’m kind of almost dreamily doing that like her voice is so leading…and soft but not there’s that tone of her…her tuan voice that’s just…

“Dylan…no focus on the hot chocolate not me…”

Oh…

She felt that.

I take a breath and start over and get into that sort of space in my head about all the times I’m made hot chocolate and had it…and…I feel my hands get hot, really hot then…then it’s not my hands that are hot but the mug and there’s fresh steam rising up from my hot chocolate.

I feel chilly…well except for my hands.

“Whoa….did I just? Am I a firestarter!?”

“Yes you did but no you’re not.” She’s laughing, oh shy has the most tickle my brain amazing laugh.

“But I heated up the mug?”

“You used psychic energy to transfer your own heat to the liquid.”

“I’m not that hot.”

“But the concentrated amount of your heat mass is more than enough plus the focus effect.”

“Focus effect?”

“You were focused on the hot chocolate being hot and the psi-energy reacts to that sealing the heat in like a sort of oven.”

“So I can start fires?”

“If you can focus you heat energy long enough to get past the point of combustion yes.”

“But I’m cold because my heat’s been put into the mug?”

“Exactly.”

“Shy…?”

“Yes?”

“Will you tell me everything?”

“Yes, but how about baby steps first?”

“Okay…” I sip at my newly heated hot chocolate and what’s actually happening is starting to catch up to me…my hands are shaking and I’m feeling shaky and I’ve got the nagging feeling that Cheyenne was keeping me calm through this talk.

She kisses me so softly in makes me choke up because the tenderness she wanted to show…it carried through her kiss like this flavor but not…but…but…but just picture how badly you’ve ever wanted to give someone a tender kiss…and then flip that to actually feeling it.

I’m powerless to stop the big tears that form and spill down my cheeks.

Cheyenne moves enough to get the blanket and she makes us a little fire and smiles at me when she uses a lighter like it’s suddenly our private little joke now and I can’t stop that happy-sobby-laugh.

Fire going we settle in with the blanket around us both snuggling together and I need the snuggle and I need the safety that I’m feeling…the safety I get from…

Shy’s as good and strong safe in the best way…she reminds me of how safe I’ve felt in Dad’s arms.

More tears good but just shaken at how intense everything is.

“I’m here Dylan…I’ll help you ride through this…and things will be better in the morning.”

“Better…”

She snuggles so close to me.

“Yes, better…I promise.”

Those two words were so strong and so true and so…

I start bawling again into Shy’s shoulder.