Chapter 7: Oliver, Alicia, and Nicole

The slave dropped them off at the airport, and Alicia released it. Oliver thought it was interesting to watch the slave slowly became a person again. It was like watching someone, who was not really asleep, wake up.

Fascinating.

The two girls led Oliver through the airport corridors. He offhandedly noticed that everyone seemed to conveniently move out of their way as they walked. As they passed one of the airport bars, Alicia grabbed a couple of beers and handed him one. He sipped at it, just to be polite but Alicia downed hers. No one said anything about the beers being taken, or about a couple of kids walking down the concourse with a longneck in their hands.

When they got to the security station, Alicia walked on through, ignoring everyone. The metal detector went off but no one paid it any mind. Oliver was just about to follow her when Nicole grabbed his hand.

"Oliver, remember this now and always. Just because you can do something, does not mean that you should."

With that, Nicole walked up to the security station, placed her purse on the conveyor for the x-ray thingy, and walked through the metal detector. She let them do the whole thing. The pat down, the funky wand, she even let them confiscate her nail clippers.

Oliver just stood there and watched. Watched Nicole being patted down. Watched Alicia tap her foot impatiently. Watched the rent-a-cop use the wand thing on Nicole. Watched Alicia put her hands on her hips and stare death at Nicole as she waited.

-"Oliver, remember this now and always. Just because you can do something, does not mean that you should." Where have I heard that before?- Oliver asked himself. Then he began to chuckle. -Oh, yeah, Uncle Ben. Only it was Peter Parker, not Oliver Jones then.-

Oliver looked from Alicia to Nicole, and then shrugged.

-Heck, if it's good enough for Spidey... -

He walked to the security station, searching his pockets for any metal objects.

"You guys are both fucking lame," sneered Alicia as the rent-a-cop waved the wand thingy in front of Oliver.

The rest of the flight was rather uneventful. Well, except for Alicia asking him if he wanted to join the mile high club. Considering that their flight time was less than an hour, Oliver wasn't inducted into that prestigious club.

Alicia made up for it by getting them seated in First Class, and sending the three people that were supposed to be there back to coach.

They disembarked at Miami International Airport. Alicia led the way, with Nicole right behind her, Oliver followed at a respectable distance holding his head. There were a lot of people at the airport. He was throwing up blocks as quickly as he could, but some thoughts slipped through before he could get to them. Even with all his blocks in place, he could feel thousands upon thousands of thoughts trying to force their way into his mind. He had to stop. His head was pounding. It was getting hard to concentrate enough to put new blocks up, while keeping the existing ones from falling.

Oliver leaned against a wall and shut his eyes. He held his head and rubbed his temples. He felt a hand lightly fall on his left shoulder, and an arm encircle his waist from his right side.

"There's just a lot of people here... I'll be all right in a minute," he told them.

"Would you like for us to procure a wheelchair for your use Oliver?"

"He don't need no fucking wheelchair, clit-sucker. Besides, the fucking Barbie doll is here."

"Ah, yes, so she is. Come Oliver, you can rest in the car."

"Not fucking likely."

"Well, perhaps if he was to keep his eyes closed."

"Look douche drinker, if he gets in the fucking car like this with the platinum bimbo driving, he's gonna fucking hurl. And I'm gonna make sure he fucking hurls on your fucking head. Now, give him a fucking minute, you sapphic slut.

"Ally, listen..."

"It's Alicia, you fucking lezzy whore. Just because I can't fucking nudge you, doesn't mean I can't nudge every other fucking person in this fucking airport to hold your fucking ass down and force you to fucking wait!"

"Girls. Please don't fight," Oliver moaned, "I'll be all right. Just give me a minute." Oliver opened his eyes and saw her. He forgot his headache. He forgot about struggling with his blocks. He forgot about everything except the vision of beauty standing by the luggage claim. She was smiling... at him.

She stood a little under six feet tall. Blonde hair so light it was almost platinum. Her blue eyes were dancing with mirth and glee.

A wispy sundress covered a pair of luscious breasts that were so firm, they almost defied gravity. She wore no bra, but she didn't need one. Her large bosom could not be improved in any way by artificial means.

Her waist was small and thin. Thighs, legs, calves, heels, and feet that were simply gorgeous. She was... perfect.

Her beauty drove everything from Oliver's mind. He forgot what he was saying. He forgot what he was thinking. He forgot that there were two beautiful girls watching him... one with concern, the other with impatience. He forgot to wonder why Nicole was in such a rush to get going. He forgot to feel pleased at the protectiveness that Ally was feeling about him.

He forgot about his headache, his telepathy, his concentration, and his control.

For the briefest of moments, Oliver forgot about his blocks. Just for a moment.

Unfortunately, a moment was just long enough. Too long.

"Arrrrgggggh!" Oliver screamed.

Alicia watched him as he crumpled to his knees.

"Oliver? What the fuck..."

All around them, people stopped and stared at the screaming boy. Alicia watched in horror as he fell from his knees to his side, then curled up into a ball.

"Oliver?"

She went down to her knees herself and grabbed him. She was scared. She didn't know what to do.

"What's fucking happening? Oliver!"

She started to shake him, and then she noticed a trickle of blood coming from his ear. "Oh fuck! Nicole, his fucking ears are bleeding."

"Ally, his concentration must have slipped. We have to do something or he may be in very serious danger."

"No fucking shit! We need Jenny, like fucking now!"

"He will not last long enough for us to be able to bring him to Jenny or her to him. I shall try to reach him, but you need to do something about this throng that has gathered."

"Fuck the thong, Oliver needs help!" She watched as Nicole kneeled down next to her and Oliver. The platinum haired girl stood behind Nicole with a half confused, half concerned look on her face.

"Ally, I will try to help Oliver. You know that you cannot. He, well, we, are attracting far too much attention. Please, remove the crowd of onlookers."

-FUCK! Things were going so well too, - Alicia thought to herself as she stood up and faced the crowd.

-OK, you fucks. Move the fuck on. Nothing to fucking see here.-

The crowd move in closer. Alicia began to panic, thinking that it wasn't working. But after a second she realized what was wrong. She didn't force her thoughts on people. She forced her will on people. So while she was thinking 'go away', what she was wanting was 'help Oliver'.

She closed her eyes and tried to calm down.

-C'mon, you silly bitch! You can fucking do this. Oliver fucking needs you.-

She wanted to help Oliver, and helping Oliver meant that the crowd had to go away. Her will washed out from her in waves. She slowly turned to pass her gaze on the whole group and saw some people leaving. Some, but not all. -Fuck, most of them want to stay too much.-

nudge "Get the fuck lost, all of you" She couldn't use too strong a nudge, or else people would just leave the airport and never come back. Small nudges, small groups at a time.

nudge "Fuck off. Nothing's fucking going on," small groups were beginning to wander off, unconcerned.

nudge "Go fucking look at something else," more groups of people started waking away.

nudge "Go the fuck away," nudge "just fucking go," she looked down at Nicole as the last few people started to meander away.

"Oliver, you need to center yourself. Concentrate on just my voice and start blocking the other thoughts from your mind. Oliver? Oliver, you need to try and concentrate."

"Nicole?" Alicia asked, fearing the answer.

"Ally, I do not even know if he can hear me over all the other thoughts in his head."

"What's wrong with Olive? Oh, Nicole that's a pretty top, where'd you get it? Why is he lying on the icky rug like that? Did they have that top in any other colors? Ewww, is that blood in his ears? Did they have..."