Amelia, Ch 301- Missy
Fuck my head hurts. My vision was blurry.
I can't move. And... and... I can't feel my power!
A sudden burst of cool air heralded the opening of the pod. "Did... did I die again?" I asked, on the off chance someone would hear. It didn't feel like this last time, but I didn't have a lot to compare it to.
Maybe the process didn't go right?
"Nope," Emma answered, and her voice made my head hurt that much more. "But you're going to feel like you did for a while."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Oh, a few things," she responded. "But let's get the rest of the team in here. They'd like to have a word with you."
"My head hurts," I complained.
In fact, my everywhere hurts. My skin is hot and itchy, everything smells wrong. I'm pretty sure at some point my armor had to use its auto-clean features. "Can't it just wait."
"Good," Emma responded, her voice hard. "And no, this gets dealt with it now."
I started to protest, or maybe just try to ask why Emma was so mad at me, I didn't have the chance.
"She's awake!" she shouted, and my brain felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my eye sockets to escape the pain.
Riley was the first one in, followed by Theo. Both of them looked upset. What I wasn't expecting was Taylor, Amelia and Lisa. None of them looked exactly happy, either.
Oh god, what's going on here?
Emma smacked her lips. "So," she drew out the word for several seconds. "Did you know that you're not suppose to take the stim drugs while pregnant?"
Pregnant?! "What?!" Theo exclaimed.
Riley squeaked, but didn't say anything.
"No!" I shouted, jolting up. Immediately I was hit with a massive throbbing pain in my skull, and waves of nausea that probably only didn't result in me getting sick by virtue of there being nothing in my stomach to lose. I covered my hands over my face. "I'm not pregnant, I swear."
"You're sure about that?" Emma asked.
"Very!" I insisted. "I haven't done anything that could get anyone pregnant. So unless Riley cooked up some kind of weird drug!"
"Nope," Riley replied. "But that sounds-"
Amelia interrupted her. "No."
"But it could solve our population problems in less than thirty years!" Riley insisted.
"Still no," Amelia responded. "I vetoed the airborn aphrodesiacs. I vetoed the subtle fertility drugs in the fruit. I vetoed Yggdrasil that makes birth control not work. What makes you think I wouldn't veto immaculate conception?"
"But this one works twice as fast as all the others combined!" Riley whined. "For less than half the effort!"
"That's not the point, Riley," Taylor sighed. "Yes, we want a population boom. But we don't want to do it by forcing people to have children they don't want. Or forcing them to want children that they don't want."
"Rule Three, I know," Riley pouted.
"Can we get back to the part about how pregnant I'm not supposed to be!" I exclaimed, perhaps a little less dignified than I would have liked. But seriously, there was no natural way I could be pregnant. Sure, with the way parahumans worked, it wasn't impossible, but I was freaking out over here while they were acting like that was only a secondary concern.
"Sure," Emma agreed. "To start with, I didn't say you were pregnant. I asked if you knew the warnings on the stim drugs included not using them if you're pregnant. Did you read those warnings?"
"Yes, of course," I answered. I'm not pregnant, that's good. Now why are they all... Oh, so that's what happened. "I didn't have any choice!" I argued. "If I didn't, people could have died. We..." I looked at the faces of everyone gathered. "I fucked up, didn't I?"
"Scale of one to ten, where one is stealing the office stationary and ten is leaving Rey unsupervised with the samples we gathered from the Simurgh? This is somewhere around a seven and a half. Seriously, what were you thinking?"
"I... I'm not strong enough on my own," I sighed. "Avalon's got too many people now. I needed to use the stims just to get the zerg to the battlefield. But you said that the drugs were okay for the Endbringer battles."
"No, not okay," Taylor replied. "A backup if you're desperate. And you're only supposed to use them once, maybe twice if you have to. To buy yourself half an hour of boosted abilities. And then you're supposed to take a day or two off to rest afterward. Sleep, read, replace Zach's porn folder with pictures of grasshoppers. Do anything other than using your powers. What you're not supposed to do is take three more doses in as many hours. Missy, you're suppose to be one of the responsible ones. This is the sort of thing I'd expect to find Rey or Riley doing."
"Not me," Riley insisted. "I helped write the warnings and instructions. I'll never use that stuff if I can avoid it."
"But I needed to," I whimpered. "Without the stimulants, I can't help with the Endbringer battles. Or to save lives afterward. It's not like I'm abusing drugs and you need to stage an intervention. I only use them to help against Endbringers. I'm willing to pay the price for that afterward. I just went a little too far this time. It won't happen again."
"Missy," Emma spoke up softly. "Those stims are serious brain altering chemicals. There's a reason they're emergency only, instead of standard issue. You've done a lot of damage to how your powers work."
That's why I can't feel my power, I realized with horror. "How long?" I asked.
"We had to put you on a drug that will block your powers for at least the next month," Riley's voice was actually timid. "I'm sorry, please don't hate me."
Ouch. "A whole month?"
"At least that long," Taylor stressed. "And even after that, your powers will be weakened for several more weeks. It's possible they'll never fully recover."
"I already repaired most of the damage," Amelia spoke up. "Chances are high that you'll make a full recovery in time."
"But the brain restoration tech!" I protested.
Don't cry. Don't you dare cry in front of everyone like this.
"Useless," Emma cut the argument in half with a word. "These drugs overclock your powers, and the part of your brain that uses them. We can undo the trouble on your side but the Passenger's a different subject entirely. We can't fix that. Even if we killed you and activated your backup, the damage you've done will carry over to that version of you. It's part of the reason we won't allow clones of living parahumans, squick factor notwithstanding. The results would mean weakened powers for all the copies, and possible breakdown of the powers in general. To say nothing of the clones' sanity."
"But the Endbringers," I protested.
"Aren't your problem for at least the next three or four months," Taylor spoke, sounding both angry and sad. "We'll find ways to compensate. Put more emphasis on Dragon's suits. Other transport tech. Using the old purely organic shock troops. They're not as good, but they can be made on location and we have plenty of raw material. Maybe we can find a way to hire that Thanda cape to work with us for this. We can combine him and Eric pretty effectively. Between us, the Protectorate, and Cauldron's connections, we'll be able to figure something out."
They're already planning to replace me. The thought was like a punch in the gut.
I guess I can't blame them. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen," I whimpered.
Theo hugged me. "It's okay," he insisted. "You'll be fine."
I hugged him back.
How am I suppose to live without my powers?
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A/N- As far as I can tell, no one saw that one coming. But you can't say I didn't drop plenty of hints that Missy might be abusing the stims a bit.
And this marks the fifth Riley Rule presented in canon.
