Judy Relocated into the apartment she shared with Eve, falling onto her bed, her head throbbing in pain. She sat there disorientated and shivering, focusing on breathing. After regaining her composure she took in her surroundings. Her room was quite bare, though not by choice. With Evelyn, you never knew when you were leaving, so it was best to keep decoration sparse. Her obsession with hiding from her father leads her to move every few months. A weird enough quirk on its own, it gets frustrating when you get dragged into it. Given the chance, Judy would drop everything to find out who her family were, let alone spend time with them, but Eve was paying for the rooms, a luxury Judy couldn't afford at the moment, so she supposed she should be grateful. Moving over to her laptop to check the time, Judy stumbled, falling to a knee before collapsing entirely. This was wrong. The pain, her power rising unbidden, the weakness, it didn't make sense, this wasn’t how her abilities worked. Not that there was a rule book, she was, as far as she was aware, the only one like this, then again, she didn't exactly ask around. She hardly needed anything else to set her apart on account of her deep violet eyes and general aversion of people barring Eve, and even that had been forced at first. Judy tried to stand again, pulling on the side of her dark wooden desk, before collapsing into the relatively new, office style chair. Her phone pinged, and she pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number.

‘Its Ash, yknow from the bar, look I covered for you, said you had cramps and took you back home. I don't wanna rush you or anything, but when your well enough I want an explanation, you just disappeared from a barstool like goddamn Houdini’. ‘Oh and I hope you're ok.’, the phone pinged again. Judy stared at the tinted screen. Shit. Explain. How was she supposed to explain. “Hey ok, so i can teleport, i call it relocating, somehow my power got out of control last night and i teleported home, but dont worry im not dangerous or anything, I’ve never lost control like that before. Oh and also i couldnt move when i got back and collapsed, so, you wanna go grab a drink sometime?“ Shit. She knew she shouldn't have let Eve drag her out like that. “What’s the worse that can happen, you’ll actually enjoy yourself?” Instead of making friends, or hell having even socialized much, all she’d done was embarrass herself by sprinting out of the bar, coming back in 5 minutes later just to collapse in pain before bailing. What's worse is she now had to somehow come up with a plausible excuse as to why or how she managed to disappear from a closed bathroom stall. At least Ash hadn’t gone back and told everyone that she had disappeared, but that begs the question, why cover for her? It didn’t make sense. Her phone buzzed again, so Judy threw it across the room onto her bed, looked up and sighed. It could have been worse she supposed, she wasn’t looking forward to it anyway and at least she had an out. Turning in her chair, she peered at the ‘broken’ bottom draw of her desk. She had fiddled with the original one, removing the locking mechanism so instead of using a fingerprint scanner, there was no obvious way to open it. Not for anyone without her disposition for materials at least. She had coated the latch on the inside of the drawer with lead she had Drawn from an old-fashioned weight she had found. With a disinterested thought, she tried turning the lead into a more spongy material that was separated from the latch, once a complicated transmutation, it barely took effort nowadays. Or rather, it shouldn't have, but it didn't work. Concerned she focused, glaring at the draw, then there was a sudden ripping sensation. Dazed she Reached for the lead again, but couldn't feel it. She felt weird, like she had lost something. She then Reached around the room, mentally groping for her phone, before realizing she couldn't sense anything. Bewildered she tried again, still nothing, why was it so fucking cold? She started to panic, she couldn't lose this, not now, not ever, this was hers, she needed it. NEEDED IT. Getting up she frantically tried to Levitate, only managing to fall to her knees. She tried to Relocate to her feet, and failed. No. A sob escaped her. So that was it, all her life pretending to be normal, now she'd found it. Normality. Why had she ever strived for this, resented her abilities for further setting her apart? Her abilities, they were gone. Gone. Gone! The word tore through her mind as she slipped unconscious.

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“Judy. Shit Judy, Judy!” Eve violently shook Judy, her eyes wide. Eve spun on the figure standing behind her. “Shit Ash, you told me she was fine, goddamnit Judy get the fuck up.” Judy struggled to remain conscious, not understanding what all the fuss was about. She tried to giggle, not realizing it came out as barely a rasp, why was Eve swearing, she never swore. “Silly Eve, you never swear” She muttered. Except she didn't, the words barely forming. At this display Eve lowered herself next to Judy, tears forming. “Hey, hey Judes. whats wrong, please be fine, please.” Eve turned and glared at Ash again, who stood there, black lips on pale skin pursed in concern, remaining silent as she played with something in her pocket. Eve turned back to Judy and moved over to her shoulders, without looking back at Ash, she commanded her to grab Judy’s legs. Ash jerked dropping the card she had been fiddling with and moved to help Eve deliver Judy to her bed without a second thought.

“Out.” Barely audible, a mixture of emotions clouded Eve’s voice. Ash left the room without saying a word. Sitting down on the bed next to Judy, Eve buried her head in her hands. “Judy, get up”. Those last two words ripped from her throat, more a guttural growl than true speech. The bed bucked as it lost weight and Judy materialized upright on the other side of the generous room, the look of elation dying as she met Eve’s eyes. Dark streaks of ruined makeup marking tear lines trailed down her face, making her expression seem crazed rather than matching her bewilderment. Emotions flitted through her. Relief, confusion, then anger. “Judy. What the Fuck.”