The Third Institute Flash When To Tell Her: David's Story By ElSol
"You can tell me about it," I said.
"No secrets, huh?" Elizabeth replied, putting the menu down.
"Empathics still have to guess what feelings mean," I said.
"So what's your guess, David?" she asked.
"I would guess it has something to do with me being Positive," I answered.
"Not everything has to do with your power," she said. "This is a relationship thing."
"I don't understand," I replied.
"I don't need to be empathic to know you aren't telling me something, David," she said.
I tapped the table with two fingers. She cringed, along with everyone in the area. I reined in my emotions as my watchers stared down anyone taking too much interest in me.
"An interesting stew of feelings," Elizabeth said shaking her head to clear it. "It is unfortunate Healers are a combination of the most powerful projectives with the least control over their projections."
"The Director has asked me for a favor," I said.
"And like every Institute Positive, you feel obligated to go where he points," she sighed.
"Positives are servants of humanity's survival," I recited.
"Institute propaganda," she said. "Or more accurately, the Director's propaganda."
"Is that what you think?" I asked coldly.
"No," she replied carefully. "But I'm a woman whose man is keeping secrets."
"Assigning a Healer to the Euro-Institute is a large enough gift that they have to accept the terms of the Director's proposed merger," I told her.
"I had to get involved with the only Positive who can, at will, heal a person's sex drive," she said studying me.
"I'm used more effectively in a hotel full of couples, but the hope of a cure IS useful propaganda," I said.
"So when did you plan to tell me you're leaving?" she asked.
"I've Healed you," I told her.
"Without asking me!" she said sitting up.
"I don't have to ask," I said.
"You violated the Lottery," she insisted. "The Institute only allows one Heal a week because of its affects on you! One couple every two weeks, David; that's the Lottery!"
"Read the fine print," I said. "I decide!"
She sat back and stared at me.
"Why did you decide I needed Healing?" she asked.
"I'm being based out of the new Euro headquarters," I said. "I wanted to leave you able to have the life you wanted."
"What's the use of Healing me when only Positives, someone a Symbolic has been in love with, and those you've Healed have normal sex drives?" she asked.
"The last Positive testing identified another Healer," I said. "The Institute has agreed to a Healing for the man of your choice."
I looked out the window when something hit me.
"You said Healers, why?" I asked. "The discovery of a new Healer hasn't been announced yet."
She smiled and shook her head at me. The wave of her satisfaction struck me, putting me on alert. Next to the Director or his youngest son, Jason, Elizabeth was the most focused person I knew.
She reached out to turn my hand over. Her fingers lightly ran circles on the inside of my wrist and down to the palm of my hand.
As a Healer, I was not a more powerful projective than a normal Empathic, but my gift of absorbing and healing physical damage meant I had a heightened ability to reflect physiological reactions, like arousal. Unfortunately, it made me prone to the EM-Loop.
Elizabeth's Healing allowed her to reach out to me with her hands, emotions, and physical desire. Her feelings mixed with my lack of control caused a projection, which pushed Elizabeth higher but also set everyone in the area off.
Most Empathics used shutdown to defend against an EM-Loop, but it worked against the Institute's purpose. I pressed my hands on the table and set for the backlash to my projection.
I absorbed the shockwave of sexual heat from the people in my range, magnified it with my own feelings, and blasted it outwards. This time I kept pushing, using my continued projection to deflect any response. I needed to project until everyone burned out or fled.
"Enough, David," Elizabeth said, raising her head from the table much later. "Fuck! They're going to feel the residue of that for a week."
I relaxed into the chair and looked around. Most people made it out and were probably searching for somewhere more private, but a few lay under their table in the warm embrace of satiation.
"Take care of the restaurant," Elizabeth said to one of my watchers.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied before walking away slowly.
"You initiated an EM-Loop," I said trying to stay calm. "You know how dangerous that is!"
"Properly motivated Positives make the most babies. A person who can put a Healer into an EM-Loop, at will, has a certain amount of bargaining power," she told me. "The Director agrees."
"The Director?" I asked.
"You're looking at the new director of the Euro-Institute," she said smiling widely. "Although I think I'm going to adopt a different title, director seems presumptuous."
"You have a corporate career," I said.
"It's getting worse, David," she replied, staring out the window. "I'm no Geddonist, but I didn't think we were going to make it."
"What changed your mind?" I asked.
"Jason," she said meeting my eyes.
"He's just a boy."
"The child has a profound affect if someone is willing to listen," she said smiling.
"He certainly changed the path of Joshua's life," I replied.
"Jason believes we'll make it, and I have faith in what Joshua has said about him," Elizabeth said with a sigh. "In light of that, success in the corporate world has become unimportant to me. I have a different job now, plus did you really think convincing people to buy stuff they don't need matches up against being with you?"
The last was asked with enough of an edge I did not need my power to tell me answering it would be a mistake. I was still feeling the effects of the EM-Loop's original trigger so I focused a thin projection at Elizabeth.
"That's a good place to start your apology," she said pushing the table towards me.
"Not again!" one of the watchers exclaimed.
End Flash
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The Third Motherless Child Institute Story Case File #69: The Insanity of Emotions By ElSol
The doors of the Institute shooting range opened, allowing two men in dark suits to enter.
"Holster your weapons!" one of them yelled at the Trainees. With an Operative watching, the Trainees knew better than to obey.
"Do they get agents from the stupid factory now?" Jacob asked, walking in.
"Mr. President!" the presumptuous suit exclaimed, stepping in front of him.
"This is the Institute, agent," Jacob said patiently. "If someone here wanted me dead, you couldn't do anything about it. Besides, someone from the Institute would only kill me at my father's orders, and he prefers public executions."
"The Director wouldn't do that, sir," the agent insisted.
