Davy re-awoke a few hours later and found his head no longer hurt. He glanced around the room, and now took in his location in its entirety. He was in a hospital room, that much was apparent. No one else was in there. He leaned back again, relaxing and shutting his eyes.
The door opened quietly, and he heard someone tiptoe in. Davy opened one eye and saw Thomas standing at the door peeking in nervously. Slowly, Davy sat up and smiled, waving a finger for the boy to come in. Thomas did, shutting the door behind him quietly.
"Come on in, Thomas," he whispered, afraid to talk aloud. He somehow sensed Thomas was nervous, and he tried to be quiet.
"Everyone else went home," Thomas informed him in a small voice. "I wanted to stay but they said they'd be back in a few hours." Davy nodded.
"I'm glad you stayed," he replied. "'Ave a seat. Is somethin' wrong?"
Thomas shook his head. "I think I scared 'em, Uncle Davy," he confessed.
"Scared them?" Davy asked. "'Ow?"
Thomas looked down for a moment. "I guess you don't remember, do ya?" he asked, thinking for a moment.
"Remembah what?" Davy asked.
"How you were saved?"
"Sure I do," Davy replied. "You and Petah did."
Thomas nodded. "Yeah, but there's more to it than that."
"More? Like what?"
"Maybe it's better if I just explain," Thomas decided. Davy nodded. Thomas maid himself comfortable on the chair and thought a moment before beginning his story.
"At first when you were missing I didn't say anything," Thomas confessed. "Before you were missing I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen." He shut his eyes remembering. "Then Uncle Micky came over that morning and told my dad and Joanne that you were missing. I didn't wanna hear it. I just watched TV and immersed myself in cartoons.
"After a few days, no one knew what to do, and the police weren't accomplishing anything. No one thought about me, because I stayed out of it. I made myself invisible. But the others had to do something.
"That's when they decided they were just going to go off. My dad was gonna go. I had another feeling of doom then, and I just didn't want him to go alone. I decided to say something."
"Why didn't you say anything beforehand, Thomas?" Davy asked, confused.
Thomas shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I don't wanna be different. I'm already different from the other kids. I'm smarter and I get concepts better than they do, and I don't wanna. I'd rather hide it." Davy nodded, understanding. "I figured if I just ignored the ability, it'd go away. I didn't want the responsibility, and I didn't want to be different." He sighed, pausing for a moment before continuing.
"I know now I can't escape who I am. I'm not happy with it, but I accept it." He sighed again. "Anyway, when I thought that my dad was gonna put himself in danger like that, I stepped in. That's when I found you."
"And you two came and saved me," Davy replied, finishing the story. Thomas nodded, holding up a hand to interrupt.
"I know, but there's more."
"More?" Davy asked. He sat back and listened.
"We got into the house eventually. I felt something important was coming, and I sensed danger." Davy nodded, understanding. "Dad and I ran up the stairs and entered the attic." Thomas paused and took a deep breath.
"When I saw you...I was so scared that something would happen. That we'd be too late, like..." he trailed off.
"Like Eliza," Davy whispered quietly.
Thomas nodded. "I didn't want to loose you," he confessed, looking at the ground and collecting his thoughts. "I thought fast and on instinct. I guess I let my feelings take over."
"What 'append?" Davy asked, not understanding.
"I'm not sure," Thomas replied, still looking at the ground as though it would mysteriously give him the answers to his questions. "I was scared. I felt something building up in me, I guess it was fear. I just thought of how much I'd like to see that lady thrown across the room.
"I felt something sorta flow through me, I guess, I don't know. It was a feeling I never felt before. Sort of a rush of energy, I don't know." He frowned, and looked at Davy with a confused look. "It was weird. The next thing I knew was that lady was on the other side of the room. She'd flown into the wall."
Davy's eyes grew as wide as saucers. "I didn't know," he gasped.
Thomas wasn't done. "That's not all," he told him. "After that, I just felt that...energy go through me again. The next thing I knew, you weren't...hanging from a rope anymor...you were floating slowly on to the floor." He frowned again and looked at the ground for a moment, remembering, then he looked at Davy again. "It was the strangest thing I've ever felt before in my life, and it scared me. I think it scared my dad, too."
Davy frowned in thought. "Thomas, that's incredible," he said. "I don't know what else to say, just that it was incredible."
"What do you think happened?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I do know that you're one heck of a kid," he replied with a smile to reassure him.
While Thomas and Davy were getting into a discussion over what exactly had occurred while Davy was being rescued, a doctor entered.
Davy looked up and saw the doctor. Thomas sat back on the chair.
"Davy Jones?" the doctor asked. It was a young man about thirty years old. "I'm Dr. Walker. Jonathan Walker. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too," Davy flashed a smile. "When can I get outta 'ere?"
"Well, so far it looks like tomorrow," Dr. Walker replied. "How do you feel?"
"Not too bad," Davy replied, flashing a smile. "Tomorrow, 'ey? Why that long?"
"Well, the drugs she gave you haven't had a chance to get out of your system, so we were giving it a chance."
"Just outta curiosity, what drug was it?" Davy interrupted.
"Thorazine," the doctor replied. "It's a drug commonly given to people who have schizophrenia," he explained. Davy nodded.
"I recognize that name," he replied, frowning. "I think I was on it before." He frowned in concentration.
The doctor nodded. "Any strange side effects from it or any sort of reaction to the medication we should know about?" he asked.
Davy debated for a moment, wondering if he should tell the doctor something about his abilities. He glanced at Thomas. Maybe he should tell him, but maybe not? He frowned.
"Nothing I can think of at the moment," he replied finally, after debating for a few moments. The doctor nodded, putting his pen in his pocket.
"Okay then. The nurse will be here in a bit and she's gonna do some blood work so we can see if the drug is leaving your system. Meanwhile, you'll do fine." He smiled and went to leave.
"Thanks doctor," Davy replied. The doctor smiled and left. Davy glanced at Thomas. "That went well." Thomas smiled.
"Peter, I have to talk to you for a moment," Nicole whispered. Peter looked up from the book he was perusing at the moment.
"Sure hun, what is it?" he asked.
"I have to tell you something important," she told him. "About Thomas."
Peter put the book down and set it on the table next to him. "Okay," he said, leaning back on the couch. "What is it?"
"Do you remember a few years back when he was kidnapped?" she began.
Peter nodded, frowning as he remembered the experience. Thomas had been kidnapped by his biological father. The only way he'd succeeded in saving him was by becoming a dog, which had left him that way for three weeks. It was worth it, and Thomas was safe. He didn't want to go through it again though, that was for certain.
"Do you remember afterwards, when you were still, well, not human, and I had those meetings with Bob?" she asked. Bob was Thomas's father.
Peter nodded slowly. "Vaguely," he replied, frowning in concentration. "I remember you going to meetings, and I remember being frustrated I couldn't come. I don't remember what they were about."
"I never told you, that's why," she replied with a smile.
"Ah, that's why," he replied, an impish smile on his face.
"Well, they were for custody of Thomas," she replied. Peter nodded. "Bob wanted to fight me for him in court."
"You never got to court, did you?" Peter asked. She shook her head.
"No," she replied. "Bob didn't have a case."
"Because he had kidnapped him?"
"No."
"Why then?"
"Because he's not Thomas's father," she replied. Peter blinked.
"He's not?" he asked, eyes widening.
"One of the first things they do in a court, in order to prove that the father's claim is legitimate, is a blood test…a paternity test."
"And it came back negative."
"Roger. And I'm confused."
"So...who is Thomas's father?"
"I have no idea whatsoever," she replied, and smiled somewhat amusedly despite the situation at Peter's raised eyebrows.
"Oh?" he asked.
"I don't understand it either, Peter," she replied. "Before I came here, he was only one I slept with. I swear. I didn't do any drugs, so there's no way I could have slept with someone else and not known it. I don't understand it anymore than you do."
"Then...where'd he come from?" Peter asked. "Who is his father?"
"I don't know where he came from, but I do know one thing," she replied. "And that is that as far as he or I is concerned, you are his father. You are the only one who's ever been there for him, and you've raised him. I mean, Micky and Mike and especially Davy are there for him, but you're his father as far as he's considered. And me, too."
Peter nodded. "And as far as I'm considered, he's my son," he replied. "And I'd fight hard for him if I had to." He frowned. "Why didn't you tell me this when it happened?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I'm not sure why I didn't say anything," she replied. "I meant to, but the news is just so…strange…I didn't know what to make of it. And Thomas has a father. Biology doesn't matter."
Peter nodded. "This may explain this latest occurrence," he said. "I told you about what happened with Davy?" She nodded. He held up the book he'd been reading. "I've been doing a bit of research. I don't know what scientific explanation there is for it, but I think Thomas has developed another special ability. The ability to move things with his mind."
Nicole sighed. "Poor kid," she mumbled to herself.
"I don't know where he gets it from, but I can tell you that he is one remarkable child," he told her, which was, needless to say, something she already had known.
Davy went home the following day, He was exhausted and determined to rest a few weeks before they would finally start their tour. The others agreed. Meanwhile, Peter decided to discuss with Thomas and Davy what they had learned about Thomas's father.
Thomas was sitting with Davy, who was lying in bed relaxing when Peter knocked on the door.
"Come in," Davy called. Peter opened the door and stepped in. "'Ey Petah, come on in, 'ave a seat," Davy greeted cheerfully.
"What's up, Dad?" Thomas asked.
"I've got to talk to you two about what happened," Peter replied without preamble. He pulled a chair over and made himself comfortable.
The other two looked at each other. "We were actually talking about that just now," Davy informed him. "Any theories?"
"None yet," Peter replied. "But I think it might have something to do with your father," he added, looking at Thomas.
"My father?" Thomas asked, not understanding.
"I don't understand," Davy said.
Quickly Peter explained what Nicole had told him the day before. "I'm not sure what to make of it either," he confessed when he had finished telling it.
"So maybe my father, whoever he is, is like this, too?" Thomas wondered.
"Maybe," Peter replied. "Or maybe it's just something you have and no one else does."
Thomas frowned in concentration. "Well, I have to learn how to use it then," he decided after a moment. Peter and Davy exchanged glances.
"Maybe you can find someone who can help you with it," Peter suggested gently.
"'Oo would be able to 'elp though?" Davy asked. Peter frowned.
"I don't know," he replied. "There's a saying that goes something like this: 'when the student is ready the teacher will come.' Maybe whoever can help you will show himself. Or herself," he added.
"Until then, I'll have to teach myself, though," Thomas decided.
"As long as it's outside," Peter told him with a smile. Thomas nodded.
"Today the group the Monkees finally began their postponed tour with their first ever concert in LA. The crowd, filled with screaming teenage girls, had been waiting for this moment for more than two weeks now. The tour had been postponed after the disappearance of singer Davy Jones. Jones was found two weeks ago and has been using the time to recuperate. His captor has not been identified for privacy reasons, and he assures the press justice is being done."
Nicole shut off the radio and glanced at the calendar. Two more days and she'd go see the doctor. She hoped that what she wanted was here and if it was, it would be a great present for Peter once he arrived home again.
