fandomtownies | The beach, Friday afternoon

Johnny flew to the beach. Actually he circled over a wide area, looking down at Charlie while he was at it. Nothing like a little afternoon fun in the sun.

Charlie looked up, hearing a zoooooom, and then grinned. "HI JOHNNY!"

"Woooo!Hoooo! Hey, Charlie!" He waved and spelled out her name before he flew down, grinning like a big dork. "Been here long?" His eyes flicked over her, admiring her shape while she apparently worked on her tan.

"Not too long, almost an hour?" She grinned and shaded her eyes, looking up at him, and smiled. "Looking good, flying up there. I'll never get over that, you know."

"Too hot for you to be out here that long," he said, concerned. "Been playing in the water? And yeah," he chuckled. "I know. The flying is cool."

Charlie grinned. "Yeah, mostly in the water, lots of waterproof sunscreen. Don't worry. And it's so *beyond* cool. I'd give anything to be able to do that." She got to her feet, brushing sand off her legs, and reached out for his hand. "How did you find out you could fly, anyway? I know about the fire, but the flying-- that must have been a shock."

Johnny took her hand and swung it lightly. "I was snowboarding actually," he grinned over at her. "Going down the slope I was on fire and I shot off, just like that. It wasn't honed because I had no freaking clue what was going on so I fell -- still, it was way awesome."

Charlie shook her head, and grinned, tugging him toward the firepit. "Lucky you didn't break your neck." She settled into the sand next to the pit she'd dug, and squeezed Johnny's hand again. "How's the rest of your week been going, aside from impromptu hugging?"

She closed her eyes, and reached out to the ropes she had put in the pit, trying to ignite one without looking at it.

"Nah, I made my own hot tub in the side of a mountain of snow," he winked at her and settled down in the sand next to her. "Workshops, work, same old stuff. What about you, sweetheart?"

Johnny looked from her closed eyes to the rope in the pit.

"Work, and the play-- I'm on the tech crew, did I tell you that?" Charlie grinned, almost feeling like she had the rope, and carefully starting a tiny flame... on what was actually the sand. Ah well. "Working with A.J. And, um. going out on a few dates."

"Nope, you didn't tell me that. How's it going?" Johnny grinned down at the tiny flame on the sand but didn't say anything. "Going out on a few dates? Huh. With who? If you don't mind my asking, that is..."

"I don't mind, if you don't mind?" Charlie resisted the urge to open an eye, and coaxed the flame in the direction she thought the rope was going. Purely by accident, she started a spark on it. "The play's going good, we're working on learning how to work the equipment, getting ideas for sets. One of my dates was with A.J., he's the artistic director. Paints, draws... he illustrated one of my stories for me," she said, smiling brightly.

"I don't mind," Johnny said, wanting to know who she's been hanging out with. "Ah, yeah, I know A.J., pretty cool kid. You, uh, like him?" What? He could be nosey.

"He's really cool. I don't know if I like him more than as friends, but-- he's cute, and nice, and he has all these great ideas. And then I went out with Rodney, too," Charlie said, smiling, and puuuushing the flame along. She frowned. "Hey. That wasn't on the rope before, was it?"

"Rodney? Don't know him," Johnny said thinking and staring down at the rope. "No, it wasn't. But it is now which is all good." Pause. "Who else?"

"John Sheppard? Who I think I heard on the Radio is a bunny right now. I need to go say hi to him, but I'm not going out on a date with him while he's a bunny." Charlie frowned, and said, "The fire got easier when it hit the rope, I think. The thing is, I like all three of these guys? But I keep waiting for a sign. You know?"

John Sheppard. Uh. Hmm. Johnny thought he could stay a bunny for awhile. Not that he didn't like Sheppard. He did. He just might be feeling protective here for some reason he wasn't going to consider right now.

He nodded. "Push it further up the rope, Charlie. And wait for that sign. Date, have fun, but if that sign isn't there, then," he shrugged, "gotta just keep looking. Or not. Not like you have to have a boyfriend right now, unless you just want one. Do you? Want one?"

Charlie concentrated hard, squeezing Johnny's fingers as a way to orient herself, pushing the flame along, and then around the next curve. "I do, kind of. Want a boyfriend. Dating is fun, and I like going out with different people, but I'd like to have one guy for myself. Is that really cheezy?"

"No, it's not," he said, watching the rope. "I guess when I get a girl I'm going to want just her. So I get it." Johnny hasn't been particular in trying though. Sure, he might spend extra time with Savannah, but they still weren't exclusive and she was dating Chris as well.

Johnny sighed.

"You okay?" Charlie checked, opening one eye at the sigh. "How are things going with you, dating-wise?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Not dating much; just more or less hanging out," he said and reached over at her open eyelid to close it back. "Concentrate on you, not me. I'm cool."

"Okay, okay," Charlie said obediently, shutting her eye. She took a breath, and went back to nudging the flame along the strand. "Isabel thought I should let off steam every day. It's made this a lot easier, I think."

"Let off steam?" He chuckled. "How do you do that, Charlie, and do I want to know?" Johnny reached out and played with the flame along the rope.

"Shoot the heat at the water, trying to get farther every time," Charlie said with a small grin. "Just call me a flame-thrower. And it's made all this control-work a lot easier." She felt something on the rope, like a tickle. "Hey." She snickered. "What are you doing?"

"That's a good way to let off steam, Charlie," he said low, his fingers wiggling in the fire. "Hey," he snickered back. "Nothiiiing."

"You so are!" Charlie opened her eyes, looking down into the firepit. "I felt that," she said, laughing. "You were messing with it. Coooool."

"I couldn't help myself," Johnny said grinning. "I want to have fun tooo! But okay, this is your deal and I'm supposed to be helping." He withdrew his hand and pouted at her. "Fine. Come on then, give me something to watch, honey."

Charlie stuck out her tongue, and snickered. "Fine! Fine, hang on." She flipped sand over the ropes that were already in the pit, putting out the flames, then lowered another two into the pit. "One. Two." She took a breath. "Three!"

Both ropes went up in flames simultaneously at two different points, fire racing up the strands as they blazed. Then they slowly rose in the air as they disintegrated, Charlie careful to keep them separate. "There!"

"Yes!" He laughed, watching the ropes and her, ready to step in and help out if he was needed. And he wasn't which was a good thing. He just wanted to play a little more.

"You didn't need me for this, sweetheart. You're really getting this down great."

(sorry with slow pings sweetie, RL is kicking my butt tonight.)

Charlie grinned, happy and reassured. "Yeah? But I guess it has been almost two months now, hasn't it?" She bumped her arm against his, and said, "It's cool that I could tell you were messing with it, though. It felt different. Like a tugging, almost like fingers on the fire. I want to try that again." She pulled out another rope, and threw it into the pit. "The telekinesis is working well too. I haven't had a slip in the last few weeks."

She started a fire on one end of the rope, and grinned at Johnny. "Try and stop it."

[np, take your time-- I go to the movies in an hour!]

He grinned back at her. "Two months is a good deal of time to practice and get thing right. Or if not one hundred percent, at least better. So yeah, you're doing great. I was wondering if you would be able to tell that I was touching it. Cool it is," he said, reaching over to run his hand down her back before settling his hands back on his thighs.

"All right." He reached out for the fire, attempting to infuse it into his own hand.

Charlie pushed back, eyes narrowing, putting more power into it, and trying to direct the flames away from Johnny's control at the same time. Not. Easy. At all.

Johnny was watching her, knowing that he could take the flames totally into his hand, extinguishing them completely - but he didn't. He allowed her to try and pull the rope back and with it the flames, seeing how far she could tug with his hand just sitting there, mid-air, his fingers holding to the flames and keeping them there. It was her and was wanting to see how far she could work it.

Slowly, feeling as difficult as diverting an earthquake with her fingers, Charlie managed to pull the fire towards her in their tug-of-war. More power was needed, and she suddenly thought of reaching out in a different way; like she did when she was starting a fire, and pushing that to help direct the flames.

And it worked! "Woo!" She could still feel Johnny dousing it, tugging on it, but she had a line on part of the fire going straight up the rope to her. "Yes!"

He laughed and lowered his hand, the flame gone. "You did it!" Reaching over, he went to wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her in against his side. "I knew there was more in that head of yours than just fancy thoughts of me."

Charlie let herself be hugged and snuggled back into Johnny, gleeful. "I did! I did it! Oh, wow! Thanks! You helped so much." She squeezed him tight, then got up and danced around in the sand.

The beach, Friday afternoon

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