I let a groggy yawn as I came too and immediately started to panic when the familiar sound of my alarm did not greet my ears. Something was wrong! Very wrong.

That's when the events of yesterday hit me like a drunk driver on crack. I felt anger boiling in my chest and my flames started to act up in response. How dare she! She tranqued me! Me!

That was rude. You didn't drug people, unless it was prescriptions. Prescriptions are okay. Otherwise you don't take drugs at all.

Was I just choosing to rant in my head so that I could ignore my situation. Yes, yes I was. Eventually though I had to look around and take in my surroundings. I looked blankly at white walls, with that same calming blinking motion id seen in the hanger.

It was actually a pretty decent room. A chair, a bed, and few decorations. The only thing it was missing was about 50 Florida man figurines and posters. He was my favorite superhero because his sidekick was a savant as well as his daughter.

That and I liked big explosions and giant robots. Anyone who doesn't like explosions is just weird.

I jumped as Three soft chimes filled the room. A door that had not been their a second ago opened up to reviel a muscular man. He wore workout clothes and had a grin. Was he happy to see me? Did he tell some joke I didn't get? Why was he smiling?

I started to freak out a bit. I had never been good at facial expressions. Never able to tell if a smile was genuine or if it meant something else. Being in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar person just made it a whole lot worse.

"Woah there. Calm down I ants gonna hurt ya's. Names Eric fers. I'm a trainer for newbies like you. I'm gonna give you a sec to calm down." He said hands raised which just made me flinch back. It took me a minute to realize he was trying to show me he meant no harm.

"Yer all calmed down now?". He paused making sure I wasn't about to panic again... I think.

"So, Vannessa I'm just here to explain some things to you. Right now your in a special savant proof room. It's only temporary but it's necessary. Especially with a power like yers. I will be your trainer for the week. Are with me so far?".

I gave him a nod and he continued on.

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"It won't be hard I assure ya. The same techniques that work on any savant works on all. But I reckon we outa start with what's happening to you. Your sufferin from what we call a "chemically induced power deficiency".

He gave a chuckle.

"It's just fancy talk that means that you either took some pot or your brain works differently then other people's. Even having a sip of brandy when your powers activate would result in the same effect."

I nodded along. I knew that the children of powered's weren't allowed to drink until their powers activated. Although now I knew the reason why.

'what this essentially means is that the normal instinctive control you'd get over your power will have to be trained into you rather you just having from the get go."

"Now if you'd be so kind as to follow me were gonna do a few test, nothing too strenuous."

That turned out to be a lie. They did blood tests, puzzles, and the week was a blur of exuasting tests both physical and mental. Though I'd learned a few things about my power as a result.

One I could reduce the heat of the flames in exchange for boosting the emotional effect. As well as do the opposite. I could also control how it left my body. I could make it shoot out like streams. It also functioned like normal fire would.

Most importantly I only needed to count backwards from 10 activate it. It was a powered effect Eric had placed on me. It would last until I could conjure the flames on my own. I was very thankful for him helping me.

I still wanted to go home though. I wanted to see Julia. I wanted to watch movies with my sister. Cuddle my cat. It had been a long stressful week and I was looking forward to some normalcy.

Though I had been told by Eric to expect a representative offering me a place in the savant program. I wasn't really sure if I'd accept. I wasn't an altruist. I helped people if I felt like it.

But I didn't really see myself as much of a hero, powers or no.

So I sat waiting in the parking lot shadowed by the giant life like statues of the united. Eventually a familiar car came to a halt 15 feet away. And the familiar form of my sister slowly walked towards. She kept jerking forward for some reason as if about to run before thinking better of it.

"Vannessa! I was so worried. Are you okay? Did you... Did you learn to control... You know?" She asked awkwardly as she held her arms for me to embrace her in a hug. Which I did. Hugs were great and anyone who found them embarrassing was clearly not human.

My sister was what most people would call attractive. She had a slender curvy frame. With jet black hair and green eyes. She wore her usual leather jacket, T-shirt, and Faded jeans combo. A pair of black leather gloves hiding scars she'd gained in a car accident.

"I'm okay." I responded as she kept me in the hug fussing over me all the way to the car. It wasn't normal but it was nice. She told me about her week and some of her clients she'd had to deal with during the week. It was a ritual for us. We would talk about our day as we drive home.

Soon I fell asleep. All the stress and exhaustion of the week hitting me at once. I woke up later to my sister carrying me to my bed. A barely awake part of my brain wondered how she could pick me up so easily. That part slumbered along with the rest of my brain as I snuggled into the memory foam mattress.

Everything would be normal now. No more Stress. Nothing bad would happen... It would be normal from here on out. Right?