Friendship by TeraS

A birthday came and went a short time ago, actually two of them within a couple of days of each other, but I’m going to focus on one this week and the other next week. There are some gifts that are far more precious than others. They have no monetary value, they cannot be bought or sold. After all, one cannot trade away …

By TeraS

For DC

There are many constants in the universe of which scientists are well aware. Mathematical formulas of various sorts that progress into expected results of experiments that confirm observed phenomena. Such things point the observer towards the expectation of instance A being followed by action B and so forth.

Some of these well-understood points can be connected, if in ways that really make little sense when considered fully, but still exist as they do. Take, for example, the seemingly stereotypical trope of some scientists of a particular focus whom are generally found in environments where there is one particular sort of weather which comes to call more often than most. At least one would assume that to be the case, especially in the tropics. A zone wherein one expects sunshine, warm weather, and suitable conditions for lounging about to get a tan.

One does not expect an island, promoted as being perfect for the installation of one’s research lab, having a history of better than ninety-nine per cent sunny days, becoming something a bit less than that soon after moving in and getting the last piece of equipment installed: significantly less; thunderstorms and lighting, very, very frighteningly less; hailstorms and hurricanes the order of the day less.

The odd thing was, if you were lucky enough to be positioned on one of the archipelagos nearby, you’d wonder why that one specific island was getting a rather unfair amount of rainfall not on a yearly but a dally basis. You’d also be quite happy that it wasn’t your problem but someone else’s.

“We seriously need to look into making a weather control machine, Doc. Can you do it?” The question asked by a somewhat miffed assistant by the name of Ivana held a bit of a whine of frustration in it. She enjoyed fiddling with her creations in her lab, a side benefit of working for a scientist who tended to be wrapped up in his own creations and missed the obvious, such as her standing nearby, dripping wet from the rainstorm that had positioned itself directly over the sundeck and pool she’d insisted on when they signed the paperwork for this tropical delight. One of these days she’d remember to ignore the forecast on her phone and remember who she worked for.

“Oh? Seems fine to me.”

She squeezed the water out of her hair for the fifth time, the puddle growing beneath her: “Sure, if you’re a duck … or a fish.”

Doc looked up from his work bench and considered the vision before him for a long moment before replying: “The paperboy doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“The paperboy delivers by submarine. How much do you pay him anyway?”

“I have a lifetime subscription. Not my problem how he does it.”

She shook her head, a spray of water adding to the puddle with a ring of water around it: “Probably explains why the printed papers are going out of fashion. Why don’t you get it online?”

“I paid for a lifetime of papers being thrown at the front door and that’s what I’m going to get.”

“You ever read them?”

Turning back to the device resting in something close to a million pieces on the countertop the Doc shrugged: “Not really, but they make good fire starters for the fireplace.”

Walking off, Ivana didn’t remind the Doc they didn’t actually have a fireplace. They had a volcano, and she wasn’t about to tempt fate with that there. Bad weather was enough to deal with. The thought of having to deal with lava flowing through her workshop was just not something she wanted to consider.

Doc, in the meantime, was poking away at his latest creation, mulling over whether the blue wire should be connected or the red one first. He’d just touched the blue one with tweezers when there was a loud crash outside and decided better of it. Mother Nature might be trying to tell him something. Or maybe it was some other deity. Or it might just be a complete coincidence. One could never tell, after all.

The knocking sound that followed a moment later suggested that someone was trying to get his attention. Pushing away from the workbench, he mused: “Odd. Can’t be the paperboy, not his style.”

What he discovered when he opened the door to the patio was a very familiar ebon-maned woman with red horns and a long heart-tipped tail. Wearing a red, of course, bikini, and soaking wet. “Tera?”

“Good afternoon, Doc. Lovely weather you’re having.”

Peering at the shower of hailstones moving across the bay, he winced: “You weren’t caught in that, I hope?”

“No, but would you terribly mind if I came inside before that delight gets here? Hailstones are … not fun … especially in a bikini.”

Moving to the side, he watched his dear friend lug a large carryall inside with her: “Why are you wearing that, anyway?”

“I’ve come to realize that either you are the focus for bad weather around the world, or you have ticked off Mother Nature in some way. Given that you moved to this lovely island, I assumed one of two things.” He couldn’t help the smile as she continued walking down the hall and then ducked into a side room. He closed the door, as a gentleman should. “It might, possibly, be sunny, which meant I could try to work on a tan. The more likely possibility was that it would be raining and, as I have been soaked every time I visit, the bikini at least would deal with that.”

“Did it?”

The sound of a hairdryer answered that question. Hopefully her hair survived the ordeal. She was so particular about that, after all; those who messed with her hair didn’t fare well. When she opened the door, he reminded himself not to talk about it. The frizzies were really bad.

Brushing the flattering–red, of course–dress into place and slipping a pair of red heels on, she mused: “More or less, mostly less.” The look in her eyes was a bit of a dare for him to comment on her hair, but that quickly turned to a wink and the two friends shared a welcoming hug. “So, all moved in I see. Ivana is well I hope?”

“She was outside earlier. In the pool, I think.”

“Seriously? With that weather?”

“She mentioned something about the forecast being for sunny skies.”

“Uh-huh. Wouldn’t trust the weatherman unless he was going on vacation. Seems to be the only time they are right.”

A very odd, echoey voice interrupted their repartee: “They never are.”

The voice itself was concerning. More so was the sight of Ivana floating about three feet off the ground, her hair wildly moving in all directions with sparks of lightning coming from the tips. What sealed it was the next words, and the lightning that was sent in their direction: “It’s not nice to fool with Mother Nature.”

If there was one thing that Tera had learned from being friends with the Doc, it was to get to cover first and figure things out after. Grabbing him by the hand and making for a really awful-looking made-in-the-seventies sofa nearby, the pair dove out of sight as the lightning left scorch marks on the floor around them.

Tera started ticking off points on her fingers as the lightning bolts continued to sail over their heads: “Let’s see. Transformed into a bimbo, mind controlled by a computer, abducted by aliens, and now possessed by Mother Nature. You have that on your bingo card?”

Doc had managed to peek over the edge of the sofa before ducking down again: “Tera, I promise you, I have no idea why she’s so mad!”

“Ivana or Mother Nature?”


Having no other options, Tera did the only thing she could think of and from behind the couch: a heart-tipped tail appeared waving a white flag. “Hey! Time out!”

Surprisingly the lightning stopped. The forces of nature at least respected a white flag: “Give him up and we’ll be on our way.”

Peeking over the edge of the sofa herself, the colour of it being an affront to taste, Tera asked: “Why?”

“Why what?”

“What do you want with the Doc.”

“He’s been interfering with me.”


She waved a hand wildly outside: “Have you seen the weather outside? This is the one place on Earth that I can’t make the weather do my bidding. He has to be doing something!”

Tera considered this for a moment, her tail moving slowly behind her: “So far as I am aware, he’s never tinkered with anything to do with the weather.”

“He must have! How do you explain all that?”

Tera had to admit, looking outside, that snow in the tropics was a bit odd.

Doc had gotten to his feet and drew in the sight of Ivana possessed, hovering in mid-air with lightning bolts pouring away from her body and striking all over the room: “I don’t do weather control. It’s not my thing.”

The Doc was a bit surprised when Tera took his hand: “I believe him.”

“Why would you?”

“Because he’s my friend and I trust him. And he’s been dealing with the bad weather around him for as long as I’ve known him. Now, can we please try to find a solution instead of you hurting the both of them?”

This actually caused the threatening deity to take pause: “Wherever he goes, the bad weather goes to him. He has to be responsible.”

Taking the path of, she hoped, least resistance, Tera asked: “You’ve possessed Ivana. Does she have any proof Doc’s into weather control?”

It always bemused Tera when a deity admitted it were wrong: “Well. No.”

Moving from behind the couch, the colour still bothering her, Tera continued: “Okay, so let’s take it as true that he’s not responsible. Any idea how we can fix this?”

The silence offered Doc a chance to put his two cents in: “It might the curse of being a mad scientist.”

Both Tera’s and what was definitely Ivana’s voices replying in unison made him blush: “You are many things, but you are anything but evil, Doc.”

The smirk that Ivana possessed–being possessed, mind you–seemed to convey that Mother Nature night be a little less miffed at him: “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Eris messed up. She’s far too literal for her own good, busybody that she is.”

Pointing a finger at Doc, with sparks of lighting flickering in the space between them all, she continued: “You seem like a good man and there’s only one way to fix this. I’ll trust you to continue to be so.”

Before either of them could answer, there was a snap of electricity being discharged into the air as the lightning vanished, and Ivana’s limp body started to fall towards the floor. She, however, didn’t make it there, as the Doc managed to catch her rather nude body before she did so.

Tera could plainly see Doc was very uncomfortable in that moment and helped him to lay Ivana on the still so very wrong-coloured sofa to rest. Finding a blanket, and covering Ivana with it, Tera asked: “Better?”

Doc nodded as he held Ivana’s hand with concern: “Just hope she’s okay. Good friends are hard to find.”

Tera noted that Doc seemed oblivious to Ivana’s hair turning shockingly platinum, or her body growing just that little bit more in her curves. But then the Doc was a decent soul and really that was all that mattered.

It was just a bit after the latest afternoon snowstorm hit, turning the skies black and frosting the window, that Tera was peering out of when Ivana woke up and looked at her now very blue fingernails: “What the heck just happened?”

Turning, Doc was surprised by Ivana’s now sky-blue eyes and asked: “Are you okay?”

“I feel really weird.”

Tera had in the meantime crossed over to the pair: “That’s one way to express being Mother Nature’s avatar.”

“I’m what now?”

“It seems that She’s decided that the best way to deal with the pair of you being the focus of the bad weather on Earth is to make you, dear Ivana, her avatar. Congratulations, I think.” Tera found herself the focus of Ivana’s very odd blue eyes and shrugged: “Wasn’t my idea. You were the one that got possessed by her. She must like you.”

The Doc offered a comforting smile: “Must be nice to have a friend like that.”

Ivana squeezed his hand as she sat up, the blanket revealing she was draped in a very sheer robe of white: “I’m happy with the friends I have.”

Her two friends helped her to stand and then Tera guided them all to the window she’d been looking out of moments before: “Okay, Miss Avatar. This is really bad weather for sunbathing. How about you try changing it?”

Ivana shook her head, her now pixie-cut platinum hair tossing about: “I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.” Waving a hand at the storm outside she continued: “Snow and rain go away, come again some other day?”

The snow starting to ebb and the sun beginning to peek through the clouds was a pleasant surprise. Ivana looked at the pool below, sunlight beginning to ripple off the waves: “This is just so weird.”

The Doc mused with a smile as he looked towards his two dear friends: “Oh, give it five minutes, the weather will change.”

Tera just smiled. It might well do so, but their cherished friendship never would.


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    • DcSensai on September 21, 2022 at 1:20 am

    thank you. i am honored to be part of your lore and even more so to call you a friend.

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    • TeraS on September 22, 2022 at 5:45 pm


    Love and hopes always dearest DC…


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