Caleb 84 - Obsession

Gerry was grim faced when we got back to the airfield.

“We’re going to have to wait until tonight, or maybe the early hours, before we can leave.” He told Dean.

“What’s the problem.” Asked Dean

“The airfield is only 5300 feet long,” Gerry responded. “We can land in about three and a half thousand feet, but it takes about 5300 feet to take off at sea level and we’re 4000 feet up. Added to that the day’s warmed up and that makes it even worse.

“That beast weighs over fifty thousand pounds. I can get her off on a shorter runway, but not at the current temperature.”

“How about if she weighed less?” I asked.

“I’ve already trimmed the fuel as much as I dare,” he said. “And there’s only the three of us.”

“How much weight would you have to lose to safely take off now?” I asked.

Gerry looked at his calculations.

“If it were possible to shed another fifteen thousand pounds,” he said, “I’d be confident.”

“Easy,” I said. “I can lighten her, at least until we’re airborne. Once we hit five hundred feet, we should be traveling fast enough I can stop carrying her.”

Gerry looked from me to Dean.

“Are you sure?” asked Dean. I nodded to him.

He looked at Gerry, expectantly.

We boarded the plane with Sarah and Dean taking seats in the passenger compartment. I sat in the co-pilot’s seat so I could see what was going on.

We taxied to the very end of the runway, and turned. Gently I pushed us back until our wheels were as far back as they could get and still be on pavement.

“Ready?” Gerry asked. I nodded.

Pressing against the floor I took the weight of the plane. I didn’t lift it completely from the runway, but I did carry about half of its weight.

“Go,” I said.

Gerry ran the engines up to full power while keeping the parking brake on. With full flaps, and the engines screaming, he released the brake. I angled my lift to provide forward thrust alongside the engines. The G500 leapt forward as if she’d been stung. We accelerated far faster than expected, and were less than half way down the runway when we hit V1. Gerry rotated the nose up and we danced into the air.

“Positive climb,” I said.

“Gear up!” his response. I raised the landing gear.

I watched the air speed indicator and saw Gerry reduce flaps until they were completely retracted. We were passing through seven hundred and fifty feet when I felt the strain of holding up the plane getting markedly worse. I was pushing against the ground which was getting further and further away. Gently I released my power. The plane sagged a little and Gerry corrected without complaint.

“All yours,” I told him when I’d completely released my power.

“That was awesome,” he said. “We didn’t use more than three thousand feet of the runway. Being able to do that will open up a lot of airstrips that were previously denied because they were simply not long enough for a take off.”

I grinned at him.

“Let’s not make a habit of it,” I told him. “We don’t want people asking what modifications you’ve made to the jet.”

“True,” he said.

I slipped out of the co-pilots seat.

“I need to go spend time with my sister,” I said. “Is that okay?”

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll take it from here.”

I moved back into the cabin, where Sarah was seated by Dean. He was holding her as she cried.

He looked up to me as I moved back and I could see he was getting ready to move. I shook my head.

Sarah needed someone strong and solid to comfort her right now and I could think of no-one better.

“We’re on our way back,” I sent to the girls. “All sorted – we’ll catch you up when we get there.”

I sat down opposite Dean and Sarah, and Sarah turned her red eyes toward me.

“Why would they do that?” she asked me.

“They were worried about you,” I told her. “We know it’s misplaced but, like you said, given your Mom’s history with John, is it any surprise? Within a month of moving in with us they find out that you’re sharing our bed and are engaged to someone they’d never even heard of before.

“I’ve no doubt that your Mom has been making up all kinds of scenarios in her head as to what’s been going on at the house.”

Sarah nodded sadly. “I guess,” she said. “But why didn’t she just come and talk to us about it?”

I looked at Dean. “Can you offer a parent’s perspective?” I asked him.

“Kind of,” he said. “When Jules first introduced Caleb and the girls to Cheryl and I, it was kind of a shock. If I hadn’t known that Caleb had saved Jules’, and also seen how he felt about her, I’d have been reaching for my weapons then and there. Then, when I found out about them being Psi, it kind of made sense. They showed me, us, what had happened, and I saw a little of the love between them all.”

He coughed, a little embarrassed. “Then when Ness got her pain, and we ended up sharing…”

Sarah’s eyes went wide and she looked at me. I gave her a sheepish grin.

“Then we saw the full extent of the love between them all,” he went on. “After seeing that, there was no question - they were together and nothing I could do or say was going to change that. What’s more I didn’t have any inclination to try. I doubt either of my girls could find anyone who would love them more, and more completely, than they are loved just now, by Caleb, Mary, and Amanda. I’ve no doubt that Melanie, and even you, are starting to feel the same way about them.”

Sarah nodded. “But how am I going to get that through to my parents?” she asked.

“Martha will start that process,” I said. “In the short term I’m going to suggest we talk to a lawyer about a restraining order against your parents. Just until they settle down.” I added hastily as Sarah opened her mouth to argue.

“I’m also going to have words with John.” I told her. “I’m not particularly happy with his part in this either.”

“You think we should invite them up for Christmas?” Dean asked. “There will be plenty of room.”

“Do you think they’ll come?” I asked Sarah.

She shrugged. “I have no idea,” she said. “I thought I knew what they would do in most situations. What happened today makes me realize that I don’t know them at all.”

“Don’t be too hard on them,” said Dean. “They are your parents and they obviously love you. They made a mistake and, looking at it from the outside, it’s not an unreasonable one to make. They went about things all wrong, but people react strangely when they’re scared. Perhaps let things cool down for the remainder of the year, and then if we can persuade them to come up for Christmas so we can start the healing. I’d hold off on the restraining order too,” he advised me. “That will just add fuel to the fire.”

I considered his words, and then nodded. He was, of course, right. We wanted to de-escalate the situation, not the reverse.

“What are you going to tell Arnie,” I asked Sarah.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve deliberately not said anything to him because I didn’t want him to worry. As far as he knows we’re out in the boondocks getting back to nature. I checked in with him last night, but didn’t let on that there was anything wrong.”

That too was a minefield. How would Arnie feel when he found out that this had been kept from him? Sarah was his fiancée when all was said and done, and I had no doubt that he’d be upset that he’d been kept out of the loop.

“We’ll talk about that when we get to the ranch,” I said, feeling the plane starting to lose height. “I’m guessing were close to landing.”

“Fifteen minutes,” Gerry called from the flight deck. The door was open, and he’d obviously heard our conversations. He’d chosen to keep his own counsel.

We touched down without incident and were soon on our way back to the ranch in Dean’s truck. Sarah was sitting between us in front holding onto my hand. She seemed to want to stay as close as she could to both Dean and I. She’d been traumatized by the events of the day and needed the reassurance.

The dogs dashed out to meet us as we pulled up in front of the house. They were followed closely by Cheryl and the rest of the girls. Sarah stepped down from the truck with me and we were immediately mobbed both by canines and family.

It took a while to sort everything out, but finally we got ourselves seated in the living room. Sarah shared her memories of everything that had happened since they’d left our house, and I shared my memories of what we’d done at the cabin, and the aftermath.

“What’s the next move,” asked Mary.

“Let the dust settle,” I said. “Martha is going to ‘counsel’ Sarah’s parents and I’m going to have words with John to find out what his part was in this. Pops has suggested we invite Sarah’s parents up for Christmas and see if we can’t show them the reality of our family, rather than what they think it’s all about.”

“And what about Arnie,” asked Jules.

“I need to talk to him,” said Sarah. “I’m going to tell him all about what went on, and tell him how Pops and Caleb came to rescue me.”

I saw a small smile on Dean’s face at Sarah calling him Pops. Until now, I was the only one who’d called him that while the rest of the girls used his name, obviously apart from Jules and Ness. I noticed Cheryl smile too.

“I’m hoping he’ll realize” she went on, “that from where he was, there would have been nothing he could have done. Even if he’d cancelled all his lessons and flown the Baron, he would still have taken hours to get there and by that time it would have been all over.”

“Lay it on thick,” said Amanda, “about how much you miss him, how you’re still scared, and how you want to feel his arms around you to make you feel safe.”

Sarah looked up at her.

“I actually do…” she said, darting and an embarrassed look at Pops and then me.

“Perfectly reasonable,” said Pops. “They were trying to separate you two and you want to make sure that they haven’t succeeded.”

“You hungry?” Ness asked Sarah. “I didn’t see you getting any breakfast.”

Sarah grimaced. “If you don’t count a cup of drugged coffee,” she said. “I’ve not even had a drink so far today.”

Ness headed for the kitchen. I followed her in. I was hungry too.

While we were preparing lunch, Sarah was on the phone to Arnie. Why she’d decided to use her phone rather than talk to him directly I didn’t know, but she’d made that decision, and it was not for me to second guess her.

“No,” I heard her say. “I’m at Jules and Ness’ parents’ place now. I’m perfectly safe. Caleb and Pops came and got me in his jet. . .Is it what?. . .Hang on.”

“Was that the Gulfstream?” Sarah asked me with a grin. Nice way to divert Arnie, I thought.

“Yes,” she said speaking into the phone once more. “Yes, it’s really nice. . .and fast. I’m sure you’ll get another chance to see it, perhaps when we come back on Saturday if you’re not flying. . .No, there’s no need for you to come up. It’s only four days before we’re back, and you have lessons to fly. . .No, I can’t wait either. I’ll show you when we’re together, okay? Okay, you’d better go then. I’ll speak to you later,” she glanced around blushing slightly. “Love you too,” she said quietly and then she ended the call.

“Never be ashamed or embarrassed,” Cheryl told her, “to tell the person you love, that you love them.”

“It seems sappy,” explained Sarah.

“Doesn’t it make you feel good,” asked Amanda, “when he tells you he loves you?”

“I guess so,” Sarah responded.

“Then tell him too,” said Melanie, who was sitting cross legged on the floor, Blue’s head in her lap. He seemed to have adopted her and, every time she stopped moving, he sat beside her demanding attention. Melanie didn’t seem to have noticed the trend and was absently scratching him behind the ears while she spoke.

Sarah thought about that for a moment.

“Come get lunch,” I said, helping Melanie to her feet. Melanie went to wash her hands and then joined us at the table.

“How was Arnie,” I asked, once we were all settled.

“He was concerned, and upset,” Sarah said. “And more than a little angry. Not with you guys or me, but at my parents.”

“He wanted to come up?” asked Dean. “He’d be more than welcome.”

Sarah smiled at him. “I know,” she said, “and thank you, but he’s got lessons to fly. Now that they have the second plane, they’re both in the air so much. Danny’s actually talking about employing someone to run the office. They just can’t seem to keep up with everything.”

“It’s good to see the school doing so well,” I said. Sarah smiled.

“It is,” she said. “Arnie says they’re holding off just now because they need to get enough together to replace the Baron when it has to go back. I think they have it for another three months. If they can at least get a deposit for a replacement, then they’ll probably hire someone in the new year.”

After lunch I went out to the stables to see Blaze. He seemed pleased to see me, or at least the carrots I took out with me. It was too cold and wet to go riding, so I contented myself with just spending time brushing him down. He didn’t need it, the stable hands kept him in perfect condition and exercised him regularly, but I didn’t get up to the ranch nearly as often as I would like.

I was still brushing away, when Sarah came into the stable. She looked around at all the horses and, spotting me, came over.

“Hey,” I said to her. “Come meet Blaze.”

She walked over, and held her hand out. Blaze sniffed hopefully, I guess looking for carrots. He huffed in disappointment when he realized that there were none.

“Don’t be greedy,” I told him, patting his neck. “You’ve had plenty.”

“You talk to him?” she asked.

“We’re friends,” I said. “We communicate. Let me show you.”

I gave her the memory from the night the ranch was attacked. I showed her from when we arrived back, my sending Blaze an image of what I’d like him to do, him sending back amusement, and acceptance. The memory ended with Jasper kneeling in a puddle of horse piss.

Sarah snorted in laughter, stroking Blaze’s nose.

“I didn’t know we could communicate with animals,” she said.

“We can’t” I said, “not really. But we can implant ideas and compel them just like we can people. I once got a squirrel to chew through Tom Pritchard’s security camera wires.”

“You didn’t compel Blaze to do that though,” she said. “It was like you asked him.”

I contemplated that. She was right. I hadn’t compelled Blaze to piss on Jasper. I’d simply asked and he’d obliged.

“Like I said,” I said, “we’re friends.”

Sarah came up close to me and put her arms around my waist, resting her head against my chest. Then she giggled.

“You certainly smell like friends,” she said.

I laughed.

“That’s a downside of spending time in here,” I said. “You end up smelling of horse.”

“It’s not a bad smell,” she said, pressing her face into my chest and inhaling, “and there’s something else, underneath. It’s how you smell when we’ve been running or training.”

“Ah,” I said. “You’re not the first to notice that.”

She looked up at me, her pupils dilated.

“You smell horny,” she said and pulled my face down to her, kissing me hard, while pressing up against me.

We stayed like that for a few moments before I gently disengaged.

“You’ve had a hell of a day,” I said. “This probably isn’t the best time to be making those kinds of decisions. Especially since Arnie isn’t here to talk it over with first.”

Sarah sighed. “I know,” she said, resting her head against my shoulder.

“What are we going to do, Caleb?” she asked, almost wearily.

“About?” I asked. There was so much going on just now – I had no idea which particular situation she was referring to.

“Everything,” she said. “Everything is all screwed up. Mom and Dad, John, Arnie, us…”

“Let’s take one thing at a time,” I said, leaning against Blaze’s side, and letting Sarah lean on me. Blaze didn’t complain.

“I’d like to talk to John,” I decided, “and find out what his part is in this. I find it hard to believe that your Mom went to him in the first place, and even more so that Brian was okay with it.”

“You think he instigated it?” she asked.

“I doubt it,” I said. “I just don’t understand how he was involved. I also don’t understand what made your mom go to him in the first place.”

“Maybe we should give him a call and ask?” she suggested.

I nodded and, giving Blaze a farewell pat, packed away his brushes and led Sarah back into the house.

“I need a shower first,” I said, “then I think that’s a great idea.”

John answered his phone on the third ring. I put the call on speaker.

“Caleb,” he said. His voice was neutral.

“I hear,” I said, “that you offered to pay Sarah’s tuition at an out of state school. Is that true?”

John sighed.

“Carrie came to me,” he told me. “She told me that she was concerned that Sarah was being drawn into something against her will. That she’d been in your house less than a couple of months, she was already sleeping with you, and engaged to another guy they’d never even heard of before.

“She said she was desperate to get her away from you and begged me for help. I told her that if Sarah was unhappy where she was, then I’d happily cover her school costs for wherever she wanted to go, but it would have to be Sarah’s decision.”

“And did you not think to ask me about it?” Sarah put in angrily.

“Your mom was convinced that you were being… not Compelled, I know that Maggie and Dianna would never stand for that, but coerced, manipulated, into staying where you were. Even without powers, hundreds of kids a year are drawn into situations that are not good for them. You’re young and innocent, and she was worried you weren’t capable of making the right choices for yourself.

“I tried to tell her that no matter what, Caleb wasn’t the kind of person to do anything like that, but she was fixated on getting you away from him. In the end, I simply agreed to help. I thought she’d come to you with the option, and you’d shoot her down, and nothing would come of it.”

“So you didn’t know about the intervention?” I asked.

“The what?” he queried, sounding genuinely surprised.

“Brian and Carrie all but kidnapped Sarah,” I told him, “tried to drug her, and deliver her into a ‘cult rescue’ organization.”

“When?” he said worriedly. “Is she all right?”

“This morning,” I said. “And yes – she’s fine. She’s not so easy to take down, even for power users.”

“Thank god,” he said. “No, I didn’t know that was going to happen.”

I looked at Sarah. It was impossible to be certain over the telephone, but on the face of it I believed him.

“Believe it or not,” I said, “Sarah’s found herself an amazing young man, and they’re engaged. Yes it’s sudden, but he’s a good guy, he idolizes Sarah, and he makes her happy. Maybe when we’re back in town you should come to dinner and meet him. Maybe then you’ll see that there’s nothing sinister going on, and that Sarah is not only exactly where she wants to be, but she’s in the best place she could be. She’s happy, at school, enjoying life, and in love.

“I’m not going to let anyone take that away from her.”

“I didn’t know,” he told me. “I promise you I didn’t. I would never have agreed to it.”

“We’ll call you when we’re back in town,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said. “And Caleb?”

“Yes,”

“Thanks…for looking after her, and for at least giving me the benefit of the doubt. I know that one of the reasons for the invite is that you’ll want to see if I was telling the truth, but I’m okay with that. At least you’re prepared to go with innocent until proven guilty.”

I considered that for a moment.

“I hope we’re not all disappointed,” I said.

I disconnected the call.

“What do you think?” I looked around the table.

“I want to ask him the same questions face to face,” said Melanie. “But I think he was telling the truth,”

I looked at Sarah. She nodded.

“Let’s assume for now,” I said, “that John is telling the truth. What I don’t understand is why your mom suddenly got the idea that you were in a dangerous cult situation and had to be rescued?

“Last time we met she seemed to be in a good place with us and, although I didn’t see what went down when you and Arnie went to see your parents, nothing you told us about what went on gives me any reason to think that something like this was about to happen.”

I looked at Sarah. “Did anything happen when you and Arnie were up there that could have made her suddenly change her thinking like that?”

“Nothing that I can think of,” said Sarah. “Although I didn’t know about what Arnie said to Mom in the kitchen.”

“I can’t see how that could have triggered this,” I mused. “It was a bit of a verbal slap, and well deserved, but I don’t see how it could have caused this kind of reaction.”

“What did he say?” asked Cheryl. I thought back to when Arnie had told us about the episode.

“Carrie has a habit,” I said, “of cornering people and asking direct questions. Often ones she has no right to ask. She did it to me and, apparently, she did the same to Arnie. She asked him if he and I had had sex. She intimated that I was so irresistible that even he wouldn’t be able to help himself.

“He replied that his sex life was none of her business, but if she felt that I was so irresistible then she should talk to me directly, and that I’d probably be happy to help, as long as Brian didn’t mind.”

Amanda bit her lip.

“What if that’s it?” she said.

“What’s it?” I asked.

“What if she’s like Jamie?” she said. “What if she’s really feeling the attraction herself, feeling an almost uncontrollable urge toward you, and she either thinks that it effects everyone the same way, or she’s overcompensating?”

“I’ve met her what? Twice, maybe three times?” I said puzzled.

“We already know that some people are more susceptible to your attraction,” said Mary. “And given that Carrie has a history with Stott men…”

“You think my Mom is lusting after Caleb, and either believes that he has some kind of evil hold on everyone around him, or is trying to hide the fact by trying to pull our whole family away?“ asked Sarah incredulously.

“It’s not impossible,” said Cheryl. “You all know how Empathy affects those around you, even those not particularly susceptible to it. We all feel it. My relationship with Dean is secure enough that I can admit I feel it without it threatening what we have together. Some people don’t have that security. If Carrie is particularly sensitive, like Jamie, then perhaps she’s scared that she’ll get drawn in, against her will.

“Naturally she won’t want to take the responsibility for the feelings. She’ll try and push the blame onto the object of her attraction, even though he’s done nothing to deserve that blame.”

“This is all conjecture,” I said. “How can we find out for sure?”

“Speak to Martha,” said Dean. “She was going to ‘counsel’ Sarah’s parents. She has powers and perhaps she can shed some light on the situation. Maybe she can even do something about it. She might be able to do something about the attraction. . .put a dampener on it, or redirect it to Brian, or something like that?”

“I didn’t get contact details,” I said. “I gave her mine but didn’t think to take hers.”

“You think maybe Vince will have her number?” Dean asked a little sarcastically.

I reached for my phone and as I picked it up, it rang.

I didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello?” I said.

“Is that Caleb?” a man’s voice I didn’t immediately recognize.

“Yes,” I said.

“It’s Brian,” he said, “Sarah’s Dad.”

I bit back my first retort. Instead, I put my phone on speaker and laid it down on the table in front of me.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, guardedly.

“Is Sarah okay?” he asked.

I looked at Sarah, then glancing at my phone, giving her the option to speak. She shook her head.

“Depends on what you mean by okay,” I said. “She just survived a kidnap attempt by her own parents, so define okay.”

He was silent for a few minutes.

“Carrie was worried…” he said.

“Carrie could have KILLED Sarah trying to drug her like that.” I snapped. “How the hell did she know how much of the drug she put in Sarah’s coffee she’d drink? How much would be enough to put her out, or enough to overdose her?”

“Martha said…” he began.

“Is Martha a doctor?” I asked. “An Anaesthesiologist? Did she do a full workup on Sarah, ask about all her medical conditions, her weight, any allergies? Or did she just give Carrie a bottle and say ‘put this in a drink for her?”

“She said it was safe,” he said.

I took several deep breaths. I knew that winding up at him wouldn’t get us anywhere. I just couldn’t understand how anyone could be that stupid.

“Why?” asked Sarah. “Why would you do that to me?”

“Your mom was worried about you,” he said. “She thought…” he stopped.

“What?” asked Sarah. “What did she think?”

“She thought that Caleb…” he began. “You and he seemed to be…”

“Caleb and I seemed to be getting so close that I’m engaged to someone completely different?” Sarah asked scornfully. “You’ve spoken to that woman?” asked Sarah.

“Martha,” he confirmed. “Yes – she’s still talking to your mom.”

“And did she tell you that I’m under no kind of duress, coercion, compulsion, or anything like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “She said you let her read your mind, and she could see that you were happy, and healthy, and…”

“And?” asked Sarah.

“…And in love,” he finished quietly.

“With Caleb?” pressed Sarah.

“With Arnie,” Brian admitted.

“How did mom take that?” Sarah asked less forcefully.

“Your mom’s… I don’t know how to put this… confused.” He answered. “She’s got this idea in her head. I don’t know if it’s because of what happened with John, or something else, but she has this idea that Caleb is dangerous, someone to avoid, and to escape from.

“Martha told us that her brother knows Caleb well and that he’s not any of those things, but she can’t get the idea out of her head. I don’t know why.”

I bit my cheek, wondering whether we should tell him our theory.

“Brian,” Dean spoke up. “Dean Steadman. – What happens now?”

“Dean…” Brian sounded surprised. “Sarah’s with you?”

“Caleb and his girls were here when they got the call from Sarah.” Dean said. “Caleb and I came and got her.”

“Martha wouldn’t say where she went,” Brian said, “only that she’d gone with the FBI.”

“So, what happens now?” asked Dean again. “Am I instructing my lawyers to get restraining orders against you?”

“No,” said Brian, “at least I hope not. We need to figure things out, and we can’t do that if we can’t at least talk, and I… I don’t want to lose my little girl.”

I saw Sarah’s eyes fill at this.

“Daddy…” she said softly, her voice breaking.

“Sarah,” Brian answered, his voice equally strained. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should never have let this happen. I don’t understand what’s got into your mom, but I should never have gone along with it. She just… I don’t know… wore me down I guess.”

“Can you ask Martha to call me please?” I asked Brian. “I’d like to talk to her. I have some ideas I’d like to discuss with her, and then maybe we can see where to go from there.”

“Okay,” he said. “She’s talking to Carrie at the moment, but when she’s free I’ll ask her to call you.”

“Thank you,” I said.

He ended the call and I looked at Sarah who was being held by Jules.

“We’ll figure it out,” I told her. “I promise.”

It was over an hour later when my phone rang again. We’d all moved from the kitchen into the living room. It was still too cold to go outside, although I was certain that later, after dinner, Dean and I would still be sitting out in the yard for our ‘man time’.

“Hello?” I said.

“Mr. Stott?” said a female voice I recognized.

“Yes,” I said.

“It’s Martha,” she said. “Brian asked me to call.”

“Yes,” I said. “I wondered if you had any thoughts about Carrie’s motivation for what she did?”

“She seems somewhat obsessed,” she said, “with you. I’m uncertain of the cause, but there are a great number of confused emotions where you’re involved.”

“I have a suspicion,” I said, “as to the cause.”

I went on to explain our theory regarding the Empath attraction, and people being particularly susceptible to it. How feeling such an uncontrolled attraction to someone, especially someone you know has power, might lead you to believe that they are deliberately doing something to make you feel that way, and that they might be doing it to others as well.

“That does rather sound like it might be the case,” said Martha. “I’m not an Empath, and haven’t really met too many, so I don’t have a lot of experience of the ‘draw’. But it does rather sound like Carrie might be sensitive to it. I don’t know how we might prove or disprove this, or if it turned out to be the case, how we might resolve it. Any thoughts?”

“Proving or disproving is easy,” I said. “Put us in the same room. Read her aura. No matter what her physical reaction is, her aura won’t lie. If she’s strongly attracted to me, it will be visible.”

“Then what?” she asked. “If it really is the case, can we do something to help her?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “But I know a woman that might. I have your number now so leave this with me for a while.”

“Okay,” she said.

I hung up the phone, scowling. I was still mightily pissed off at that woman. She’d given drugs to Carrie with the express intent of kidnapping Sarah, had tried to assault her, had set two huge goons on her, all with the intent of illegally taking her prisoner.

No matter her motives, Sarah was terrified, and could have been hurt or worse.

“She was trying to help,” said Cheryl guessing the reason for my scowl.

“She should have done more to find out the truth,” I said. “She’s a telepath for fucks sake. She could have easily investigated, come and spoken to us, to Sarah, before putting her through such an ordeal. Like I said to Brian, who knows what it was that she gave her to put in Sarah’s drink, or what effect it could have had on her. Even if what she said was true, and she’d have released her once she’d found out the truth, what then? Poor Sarah’s traumatized having been drugged and kidnapped, and that’s the best-case scenario. Sarah can fight so what if she’d defended herself against those two goons and got hurt?”

“What are you going to do?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m going to discuss the whole thing with Dianna. If I get personally involved then I might make enemies where previously I had friends. Vince and I get along, but I’m not sure how happy he’d be with me if I stripped his sister of power.”

Once more I picked up my phone. This time I called Dianna.

I caught her up on events so far and also explained what we thought might be going on with Carrie.

“You say Jamie had this problem too?” asked Dianna.

“Yes,” I said. “That’s why I was avoiding her.”

“You should have told me about that,” she said.

“Have you heard of it happening before?” I asked.

“It’s not common, but not drastically uncommon either,” she said. “Empathic attraction affects pretty much everyone, but perhaps one percent of the population are more susceptible to it, and maybe nought point three percent are completely powerless against it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” I asked. “You told me it didn’t rob people of their free will.”

“And it doesn’t,” she said. “Mostly.”

“Mostly?” I asked. “That means there are upwards of a million people in the US who are powerless against it?”

“Something like that.” She said. “You learn to deal with them.”

“And how exactly do you deal with them?” I asked.

“Usually,” she said, “give them a wide berth or, if it comes down to it, give them what they want.”

I sat, jaw agape.

“But they don’t want,” I said. “They’re just powerless to resist our attraction.”

“It amounts to the same thing,” she said.

“Not even close,” I said. “It’s tantamount to Compelling someone into bed. I’d be in prison in a heart beat for doing that, why is this any different?”

“Intent,” she said. “You can’t stop the Empathic attraction, only minimize its impact. If you are unlucky enough to encounter someone who is powerless to resist the attraction, then all you can do is minimize the fallout. If you can’t avoid them then the next kindest thing to do is to allow them to experience what they’re attracted to. Once they’ve had a few tastes, the attraction usually fades to manageable levels. Interestingly they also become less sensitive to attraction from other Empaths.”

“And if you happen to destroy their lives in the process?” I asked. “You know, like maybe their significant other might maybe object to their partner having sex with a complete stranger?”

“Like I said,” she said, “manage the fallout.”

“Can’t we Compel them not to feel the attraction?” I asked.

“Doesn’t work,” she said. “You can Compel them not to act on it, but it causes a mental dissonance that can cause serious problems.

“So,” said Sarah, “in order for Caleb to stop my mom obsessing over him, he has to sleep with her?”

“If that is the problem,” she said. “Like Caleb said, the way to tell is to put them in a room together and read her aura. I doubt that she’s one of the completely powerless ones, but she may be one of the one percent. Those you can normally just avoid, like you’re doing with Jamie, but that’s not really an option, unless Sarah completely cuts ties with her family. I’m sure she doesn’t want to do that.”

“Can’t he just stay away from her?” asked Sarah.

“It’s not about distance,” said Dianna, “it’s about attention. Your mom is probably thinking about you a good part of the time and, in thinking about you, she’s thinking about him. She knows you’re living together. While he’s in her mind, his attraction is active on her. The longer he’s in her mind, the more the attraction builds. It seems that it’s built to a level that it’s affecting her judgement. She feels the strong attraction, and her morals and upbringing are doing the rest. She’s branding him as the spawn of Satan because he is the temptation that she’s becoming more and more unable to resist.”

“What if,” Sarah asked, “the ones who are attracted are like really ugly or really old or something?”

I barked a laugh.

“Wouldn’t happen,” said Dianna. “A feature of the Empathic attraction is that it only affects those that the Empath themselves find attractive.”

Sarah looked at me, eyebrows raised.

“You find my mom attractive?” she asked.

“Why not?” asked Amanda. “Your mom’s hot.”

Sarah pulled a face.

“There has to be another way,” I said. “I’m not having sex with Carrie.”

“Well,” said Dianna, “if you figure one out, let me know.”

I sighed.

“I also wanted to talk to you about Martha,” I said.

“Drop it,” said Dianna. “She’s a good woman doing good work. Sarah would have been fine once she’d been…”

“Drugged and mind raped,” I interrupted, “or beaten by two goons because Martha couldn’t defeat her shields?”

Dianna sighed.

“Caleb.” She said softly. “Every year, hundreds of kids get pulled into cults, many of them end up either dead, slaves, or sex workers drugged out of their minds. Martha and her team have helped rescue hundreds of boys and girls and get them back to their families.

“You prevented Sarah getting hurt, and Martha and her team have learned something. Next time someone asks for their help they’ll be more thorough before initiating an intervention. Nobody starts out perfect, not even you. It’s a process and occasionally mistakes will be made. All we can do is learn and hopefully not make the same mistakes again.”

“Yes, you could probably get her prosecuted,” she continued. “She doesn’t officially work for any agency, although she’s known to many local LEO’s and various FBI offices around the country.

“All you’d be doing though is making enemies, and causing problems for someone who has done, and hopefully will continue to do, an amazing amount of good, helping hundreds of kids and their families escape the clutches of evil people. Do you really want to go there?”

I ended the call and threw my phone across the room. It shattered against the wall.

A movement beside me made me look up. Pops was standing by my chair.

“Come on,” he said. I stood and followed him out of the kitchen. The eyes of all those still seated in there following us.

He led me into the den, and we sat.

“Do you remember,” he said, “the Vet we met on the beach in Spain?”

I thought back. “The guy I helped?” I asked. He nodded.

“Do you remember why he needed help?” he asked.

“He had PTSD,” I said. “Loud noises triggered him. I remember…”

“Not just loud noises,” he said. “You remember he attacked his wife in his sleep?” I nodded.

“You know the signs of PTSD?” he asked.

“Difficulty sleeping,” I said. “Hyperarousal, anxiety, anger…” I stopped and looked at him.

“You want to think about why you need a new phone?” he asked gently.

I closed my eyes and rested my head in my hands.

“Now the sixty-four thousand dollar question,” He said. “Can you do for yourself, what you did for that Vet, or do I need to ask Dianna to come up and help you?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I really don’t.”

“Tell me what you need, son,” he said.

The door opened and Mary and Amanda entered, followed by Melanie, Sarah, Ness, and Jules.

“You’ve given him everything he needs,” Mary told Dean. “We can take it from here.”

Dean looked from girl to girl, then nodded and stood. He placed a hand on my shoulder for a second and then left the room closing the door behind him.

“Will you let us help you now?” asked Mary, kneeling on the floor in front of me. She had her elbows on my knees and was holding my face in her hands.

“Can you?” I asked.

“Now you’ve accepted you have a problem,” she said, “if you trust us, let us in, then we can help you. Just like you helped that soldier in Spain.”

“Of course I trust you,” I said.

“Then let us help you,” she said.

I dropped my shields and let them in.

+++++

“How are you feeling?” asked Cheryl as I walked into the kitchen an hour later.

I gave her a rueful smile. “Stupid,” I said. “I’m really sorry.”

She closed with me and pulled me to her. “No,” she said. “Don’t apologize. Just remember that we all love you and we’re here for you, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” I said. I followed her and the rest of the girls into the living room. Jules disappeared off somewhere. As I sat down, Terra came over and sat on my feet, plonking her head on my lap.

A few minutes later Jules returned with a phone.

“This will have to do you until we go into town,” she said. “You did a proper number on yours so it’s just not worth repairing. I’ve swapped the sim, for now. You can restore your back up onto your new phone when we get it.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks.”

Almost as soon as it was in my hand, the phone rang.

It took me a second to work out how to answer it.

“Hello?” I said.

“Caleb?” It was Dianna.

“Hi,” I said.

“Why didn’t you say something?” she said. “I’m so stupid, I’m supposed to be a professional counsellor, and an Empath, and I didn’t see how much you were struggling.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” I said.

“I just thought…” she said.

“You just thought I was being my usual asshole like self?” I asked.

“No… well… you can still be a little idealistic,” she said. “I thought after your conversation with Jeevan that you seemed to be okay. I’d have never stood back if I thought you were still…”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I didn’t even know, until Dean pointed some things out to me that I could no longer ignore. Once I was forced to admit it, the girls were able to help me.”

“For the record, though,” I continued, “I’m still not comfortable with sleeping with Carrie. There has to be a better way.”

“If there is,” she said, “we’ve yet to figure it out. I wasn’t joking when I said if you found a better way to let us know. I wasn’t exactly tactful before when I said what I said to you but the gist of it holds true. For those who are completely unable to resist the Empathic attraction the kindest thing for them is to give them what they need. We can use our powers to mitigate any fallout. Obviously, if you ever come across anyone like that you need to let the Council know before acting. It has to be controlled, and also we have to make sure that the action is warranted, and in the best interest of the individual.

“Thankfully it happens incredibly infrequently. Maybe once every couple of years in the entirety of the US.”

“Then why have I come across it twice in less than a year?” I asked.

“I’m guessing because of how powerful you are,” she said. “That has to have an effect.”

I sighed. “So this is likely to happen to me again?” I asked.

“I don’t know for sure, but I would guess so.” she said.

“Perfect,” I said in a resigned voice.

“Don’t forget some of those will be young, unattached people who you can show a really good time, get your sharing quota, and resolve their issue all in one, or two maybe, goes. Not everyone is going to be married or otherwise off limits.”

“Small mercies,” I said. “Let’s hope that all those I encounter in the future fall into that category. That still doesn’t help with what I’m going to do with Carrie.”

“First off,” she said, “find out if that is, indeed, the problem. Go see her. You’ll be able to tell almost instantly she lays eyes on you. If it is, then we can make a plan.”

I looked at Sarah.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. She grinned at me.

“If I understood what Pops said correctly,” she said, “Mom won’t be the first parent you’ve slept with.”

“Or grandparent,” said Amanda.

Sarah looked at Amanda, a look of shock on her face.

Amanda grinned and nodded toward my phone.

“I’ll let you know,” I said to Dianna.

“And Martha?” she asked.

“Her and her team are going to have itchy assholes for a week,” I growled. Dianna laughed.

“That’s fair,” she said.

After she ended the call, I sat and pondered what exactly I was going to do. Since we’d decided that the problem was that Carrie was a victim of my Empathic attraction, someone who was so sensitive to it that it was causing her issues, I had two options.

The first was to disappear out of her life. She’d have a few weeks of being uncomfortable but, after that, she’d probably forget all about me, the attraction would fade, and finally disappear.

Since Sarah was now part of my family, that route would involve Sarah disappearing from her life as well. I doubted that either of them would be the slightest bit happy with that idea.

Carrie had tried to get Sarah away from us, from me, but that was never going to fly either. We were connected and Sarah could no more give up that connection than I could.

Which left the final option. Giving Carrie what she wanted. I wondered if she admitted, even to herself, what she actually wanted. She seemed to have painted me as some kind of Incubus, drawing everyone around me into what she called my ‘perversions’ and, I guess, looking from the outside you might be forgiven for seeing things that way.

My main goal was resolving Carrie’s attraction which, if Dianna was to be believed, meant I had to have sex with her, probably more than once, while not destroying Sarah’s family. I could see no way that Brian was going to be good with that scenario, no matter how it was explained.

Dealing with Brian wouldn’t be a problem, but doing that would be likely to upset Sarah. Then what, make Carrie forget we’d ever had sex? Shit this was going to get really messy, and I couldn’t see any way forward.

Then there was Edgar, who was himself a Telepath. He too would have to be managed…another issue Sarah wouldn’t be happy with I was certain.

I picked up my phone again and dialed. She answered immediately.

“Matilda Bree.”

Matilda and I talked for nearly an hour. I told her the situation and she listened without comment for the first fifteen minutes.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “All this time we were worried about what you would do with your Compulsion and it’s your Empathy that’s taking away someone’s free will. It has happened from time to time to one of our family but, like Dianna told you, all we can do is manage the situation.

“It’s something that needs to be recognized early, before it embeds, and then managed carefully. It seems that because you are so powerful, this may happen more frequently to you than it has to others, which again is not your fault, and nobody will blame you for. However, like I said, it needs careful management.”

“How do you tell the difference?” I asked. “I’ve felt attraction from lots of people, not least my sister’s boyfriend. How do you know when it’s just normal attraction, maybe a little boosted by Empathy, and when it’s gone too far like this?”

“You can see it in the aura,” she said. “As you know Aura colors are individual to the Empath, but when you look at the aura of a person, if you see normal, healthy, arousal, then it is just that. It’s obvious when it’s something more. The aura looks unhealthy, it looks sickly. It’s difficult to explain, but believe me you’ll know it when you see it. Let Sarah’s Mom lay eyes on you and look at her Aura, and if she is one of the unlucky few then you’ll be able to see it immediately.”

“Surely there’s something that can be done,” I said.

“Like Dianna said,” she responded, “when it gets to the stage where the victim, and yes I use that word advisedly, where the victim is obsessing, the only thing you can do is to give them what they crave.”

“From experience it doesn’t take much, one time maybe two, and things seem to settle down. After that the victim seems to settle. They’ll always be drawn toward the Empath concerned, but not so much as to cause them issues.”

“But that one or two times could be enough to destroy the life that they have. I can’t imagine Sarah’s dad is going to be happy with the only solution being my sleeping with his wife.”

“We can’t allow that to happen,” she said. “And if it means using other powers to ‘smooth things over’ then that’s what we must do.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but she forged on.

“Caleb,” she said slightly louder, as if she knew she was pre-empting me, “I know what you’re thinking. That this is exactly the scenario that we were accusing you of, that we were holding your family in slavery for all those years to prevent, but this is different.

“Nobody can tell when someone is going to be overly sensitive to the Empathic bond. It’s a lightening strike, and much much rarer. It’s not something anyone could even do deliberately. It’s a confluence of factors that nobody understands and nobody could possibly predict. Yes, you might be a bit of a ‘lightening rod’ given how powerful you are, but there is no way that you, or anyone else, could have, or can, predict who would be so affected.”

“All we can do is minimize the impact on those affected and, with that in mind, we use what powers are available, not to hide what we are doing, not to gain something for ourselves, to make sure that we do not ruin the lives of the poor people who are affected.

“It seems self-serving I know, but it’s not. Our single goal is to remove this desperate need from the victim, while ensuring that their lives are not destroyed in the process. When the victim is young, and free and single, then It’s easy – everyone has a good time, and goes away happy. Sadly, that isn’t always the case.”

I sat back in my chair, looking at all the others in the room. The phone was on speaker so they could all hear Matilda telling me exactly what Dianna had. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust what Dianna had said, I just needed to hear it from someone else.

“So how do we proceed?” I asked.

“I suspect Dianna has already spoken to your family Council about this,” she said, “and probably the Everson Council too, just as a courtesy. Since I’m no longer a council member, I don’t know what their response is, but I’m fairly sure I know what they’ll say.

“’Do what is necessary to protect the victim and their family. We all know that would involve you sleeping with Sarah’s mother, and then using your powers to make sure that she and her family don’t suffer any adverse effects. Best case is that they come out of it unaware it happened, and Carrie will have a normal ‘healthy’ reaction to you in future.”

“You mean I effectively need to drug her whole family and then rape her?” I asked bitterly.

I heard Matilda sigh.

“I guarantee that, if you’re in the same room as her, it is she that will be doing the raping. If she is this far gone, she simply won’t be able to control herself.”

I had a sudden idea.

“What about…” I began, and then we began to explore the idea, how it might work, and whether or not it would be successful.

“Worst case,” I said, “we’re back where we started.”

“It can’t hurt to try,” Matilda said. “Nobody has tried it before, simply because it’s so rare in the first place. I don’t think anyone with your range of powers has encountered it before either, at least not without an easy solution.”

“Then I think we need to talk to your Dad,” I said turning to Sarah, “and try explaining this mess to him.”

“You want to fly them up here?” asked Dean. “Or go to them?”

I looked at Sarah.

“It might be better here,” she said, “but I don’t know if Mom would even come?”

In the end, we arranged to meet Brian, alone, in a hotel about five miles from their home. As usual we used the jet, and I shuddered to think of the how much this was costing Dean. He just shrugged it off as inconsequential when I mentioned it.

Later that same night, Brian let me into his house, and led me upstairs, to where his wife was waiting for me in their bedroom.

Carrie looked up as I entered. Her Aura was purple as expected, but it wasn’t the rich deep of arousal, but was shot through with black and poisonous green flecks. It made me thing of obsession and mania. It looked anything but healthy.

She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but then she changed her mind. Without once glancing in Brian’s direction, she climbed out from under the bedclothes, and crawled across to where I was standing at the foot of the bed.

Swiftly, almost desperately, she began clawing at my belt buckle, ripping it open, and undoing my jeans, pulling them down and releasing my still flaccid cock from within my boxers. She kept her eyes fixed on mine as she inhaled my awakening tool, down to the base and began to nurse on it as it grew harder. She kept her face pressed against me as she suckled, allowing my cock to grow across her tongue before she gagged as it hit the back of her throat. She pulled back, sucking hard on it as she did, and pressed forward again, sticking her tongue out and swallowing as she forced it down her throat.

She moaned in need as she began face fucking herself, choking and gagging on my cock, spit and precum drooling from her mouth and across her chin as she hammered herself onto me.

She’d been dressed in a pajama top and panties. She yanked at her top, scattering the buttons everywhere in her haste to get out of the clothing. She mauled at her own tits and stuffed one hand down the front of her, now almost instantly sodden, panties and began to brutally finger herself while continuing her assault on her own throat.

I put my hands on her head, trying to slow her, to make her take things more gently, but she wasn’t to be denied. She sucked, slobbered, and choked on my cock until, with a muffled cry, she fingered herself to her first orgasm.

That didn’t even slow her down and she continued to deepthroat me, occasionally taking my cock from her mouth to lap down its length and licking and sucking at my balls. She’d then work her way back up my cock and take it back down her throat, swallowing repeatedly while I was buried deep, massaging the head of my cock with her throat muscles.

I was trying to go as easy on her as she’d let me but she wouldn’t be denied. It didn’t take too long before I felt the tell tale tingle in my balls heralding the imminence of my climax.

Carrie seemed to feel it too because she sped up, increasing both the speed she was ramming her face onto me, and the brutality and fervour of her self abuse. I winced at the thought of the bruises she’d have on her chest the next day, but she had no heed for that. I could feel that she was getting close to a second orgasm and decided that I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer either.

Once again, I put my hands on her head, but this time it was to hold her in place as I took over the pace, using her mouth to give me the stimulation I needed to bring myself off. I was past the point of caring if she was enjoying it or not; I doubted that she had enjoyed any of it, but I could feel that she was fast building to her second orgasm and I was going to join her.

My cock swelled even more in her throat and I groaned as the first spurt of cum surged up from my balls, along it’s length, and straight down Carrie’s throat. I kept her face pressed into my stomach as I shot five more thick wads of jizz into her. I could see her face getting redder and redder as she struggled to breathe, but not once did she try to pull back, or even stop plunging her fingers into her own sopping snatch.

I released her just as her climax hit, causing her to arch her back and pull off my cock, which delivered a last, almost desultory, spurt across her chin, throat, and onto her tits. Carrie fell backwards onto the bed, fingers still buried in her twitching quim, rubbing the mix of her drool and my cum into her tits as she twitched and thrashed on the bed, riding out her orgasm.

When it died down, I looked at her, laid panting on the covers, her eyes closed as she recovered her breath. I looked at her aura. Then I looked at Brian, who hadn’t moved from his position at the door.

“It’s a start,” I said.

The next three hours was nothing more than bad porn. I took Carrie in every way and in every hole, dumping huge loads of cum in her, and giving her climax after climax until she could barely think let alone move. After each time I’d assess her aura looking for signs that she was over it, that the Empathic obsession had let go.

Finally, after what must have been her twelfth or thirteenth orgasm, it finally broke, and her aura returned to what looked like a healthy, although exhausted, norm.

Satisfied that I’d done all that I could, and hopeful that I’d given her enough to counteract the Empathic obsession, I crawled off the bed and threw the covers over her. She lay there, eyes closed, sweaty and panting, but finally sated.

Brian and I stood at the foot of the bed, regarding Carrie, who was curled up under the covers fast asleep.

“Is that it?” he asked, looking at me curiously. “That was so quick.”

“Time works differently in illusions,” I said. “To her that was probably three to four hours.” I glanced at my watch. Fifteen minutes had passed since I’d entered the bedroom.

“Has it worked?” he asked.

“Her aura certainly looks a lot more normal than when I came in,” I said. “So I’m hopeful. We won’t know until she wakes up though.”

“Will she remember the illusion?” he worried.

I shook my head. “She’ll probably remember that she had a really horny dream,” I said, “but nothing about it. Be prepared to get jumped when she wakes up though,” I grinned at him.

He shook his head.

“Do we have this to look forward to with Edgar?” he asked.

“Edgar is a telepath” I said. “He’ll not attract people in the same way that Empaths do. Also he’s nowhere near as powerful. Like Dianna told you, it’s a really rare thing, but unfortunately even one in a million chances have the one. Carrie was just unlucky.”

“What happens if this doesn’t work?” he worriedly asked.

“Let’s cross that bridge if we need to,” I said. “I’m quietly confident that this did work.”

“But if it doesn’t… then you’ll have to…”

“Brian, don’t,” I said. “Don’t even think about that. I know how much thinking about stuff like that messes with your head. Like I said, let’s see what tomorrow brings. Sarah and I will come by tomorrow, ostensibly to demand that she back off and let Sarah live her own life. We’ll see how she reacts to me then.”

I turned and left their bedroom. Brian followed me downstairs to where Sarah and the girls were waiting in the living room.

Sarah looked up at me as I entered. “Did it work?” she asked.

“I think so,” I said. “But we’ll have to wait and see. Let’s go back to the hotel, and then we’ll come by in the morning.”

We all filed out, excepting for Sarah who stayed back for a few moments. When I looked back to see where she was, she was hugging her father, head on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said for the umpteenth time.

“I love you daddy,” she said.