(Mason Passes Out Again) Slow Changes

When Mason woke up, he saw himself staring at a white light that seemed to move from eye to eye, as a beautiful woman in a white uniform, called his name multiple times, "Mason! Mason, can you hear me!?". The white light seemed to intensify his splitting headache.

"Ugh, please stop!" requested Jason as he swatted at the flashlight trying to get some reprieve from the pain it was burning into his brain straight through his retina, "Jesus! What happened?!" asked Jason.

Meanwhile, at S.T.A.R. Labs, Dr. Ramon extracted himself from the men's washroom and began heading back towards his workstation with a million questions going through his mind. On one hand, he had a set of memories where he recalled having a deep fetish for women's underwear. So strong, he broke into his colleagues locker to steal his pair. Yet, now, the pair had had been wearing was removed and resting in his pants. Evidence of his theft, yet no longer having any significance at all. His mental state having returned to normal and while the memories remained, they felt like a different person.

"Dr. Snow, have you noticed anything peculiar as of late?" cautiously asked Dr. Ramon as he sat at his workstation and felt the punching of fabric in his pocket press against his leg to his embarrassment. Still in disbelief at the amount of ample evidence indicating, contrary to his character, been acting like a pervert.

Barely looking up from her work, Catlin took stock of the surroundings and notice, in relief, the sudden, unending anal discomfort had finally subsided. For whatever reason, her intimate cavass had been itching all morning, ever since just before they'd left Mason Brown's residence. Blushing slightly, Caitlin didn't dare admit that oddity to her coworker, as it would be deeply unprofessional, even if necessary in the name of scientific inquiry, "peculiar, how?" before thinking of one thing "Nothing immediately comes to mind; apart from my locker being broken into. Security has always been excellent here."

Having checked the security cameras herself, she knew Dr. Ramon and seven others were the only ones to have entered the locker room during the time-span from when she left the locker room till when it was reported leaving a 12.5% chance her colleague could be responsible, if not adjusting for other factors. She watched him carefully and noticed him look away and cough slightly, raising her suspicion.

Hoping he didn't give away too much, Dr. Ramon felt the need to further specify the parameters of his inquiry, "No, not that; more recently than that. It's peculiar too, but more specifically, since our visit to the Brown household. Any odd sensations, feelings or memories?" causing Dr. Snow to lock eyes with him and have a dear-in-the headlights look as her eyes slowly widened open. The odd behavior from Dr. Ramon, him being in the presence of her locking having been broken into, her strange anal irritation and all three events coinciding in time with meeting a person whose energy level suggested he may be a metahuman.

Frankly, she scrambled for her phone and started dialing extensions. Waiting on the ringing sound to be answered, while thinking in her head, "Come on... Come on..." while her colleague recognized the severity of her actions and responded "I see. So you experienced something too. What class do you suppose? Reality or telepathic?"

"Both are definite probabilities, Dr. Ramon. I experienced physical sensations which may be due to either mental manipulation or a change in physical reality. Damn it! The Justice League isn't answering their emergency hotline," complained Dr. Snow. She was normally grateful S.T.A.R. Labs Top Scientists along with a select few world leaders had access to this number to notify them of immediate threats.

Dr. Ramon motioned towards the TV and as Dr. Snow followed the path of his arm, she saw the running banner at the bottom of the TV announcing the lottery winners had just arrived at the Justice League Headquarters, a global space platform, as part of a good-will, PR stunt. Dr. Snow couldn't help but slightly face palm, "They are giving tours...now?!"

Thankfully, the ringer reached the twentieth unanswered ring and the automated answering system immediately answered. Reluctantly, Dr. Snow figured this was better than nothing but lamented a live person would have been much better:

"Welcome to the Justice League Headquarters Emergency Assistance Hotline. Please press 1 to 9 to indicate the severity of the threat."

Dr. Snow moved her finger over the dial pad tenuously, debating in her head, just how much of a threat this is, weighing various factors in her head. Unable to come to a conclusion, she hung up the phone and started dialing again to give them another chance at a live human and possibly twenty ring tones until the automated system picked up again. "Tell me, with full honesty and complete disclosure, what did you experience Dr. Ramon? I need to know how serious this is."

Unsure how to phrase it, Dr. Ramon reached into his pocket and simply removed his shame incarnated into physical form and placed it onto his work bench. Dr. Snow's eyes went wide. "I seem to have two recollections of the past. One where I performing my morning routine with no significant deviations and another where I was significantly deviant. I recall having an emotional compulsion to perform vile, heinous unspeakable acts which violate your privacy and for which I cannot possibly express enough remorse over. About 10 minutes ago, this compulsion completely disappeared and knowledge of this other morning set of events, entered my awareness. Yet, the evidence of this reality exists in contrary to that set of memories. It is as if, our conscious awareness reset, but changes to reality, remain some what concrete and in effect."

"That's an apt explanation. I accept your expression of remorse and recognize it's sincerity. I believe you were under the influence of Mason Brown. Get the tranquilizer gun and darts prepared, the stun gun and knockout gas in grenade form," ordered Dr. Snow as she entered 6 into the automated system and explained in brief the situation.

Mason was sitting upright now, feeling frustrated and in intense pain. Jessica's mother could be such a bitch. He'd pleaded with her not to call an ambulance for a good ten minutes and acting his best like his migraine was gone, despite the intense throbbing.

The nurse had just informed him an ambulance had been called and he'd be on this way to the hospital soon. No doubt, since his city had just one hospital, the same one containing the morgue S.T.A.R. Labs had sent his father too. He'd try to explained it was just a migraine and he'd be okay. When he admitted, he had no prior history and it had been on-going since the night before, the nurse reasoned a cat-scan would be necessary.

Something about being inside that large machine, with the ticking noise, confined for hours seemed daunting. The hospital smell, wearing a gown, etc. Going over the last few hours in his head, he knew something was up. He'd wished for his mother to be his private French Maid and she'd spend a long while cleaning by the looks of the house, yet was pissed recalling the memories of the event. Mason knew his mother was going to get called to the hospital if her son was rushed there and they'd have another....confrontation.

It's almost like his will somehow took effect and then ... reset. Moments before passing out, he'd wished for super-healing powers and only ended up moaning and groaning on the floor; eventually passing out and waking up here. Seeming no more super than a moment before. Then he'd wished for his touch to basically make Jessica feel great and he'd passed out. She wasn't here rubbing his shoulders or anything so perhaps that was a bust, too? "Yet...that A. That A...", pondered Mason, "and my mother actually cleaning".

He figured a small test was in order. Not a huge change, just a tiny change. A baby step towards a goal and some testing. Steeling his resolve, "I wish..." already feeling the throbbing getting more intense and moving from intense pain to near the pass-out threshold as the thought about his grand goal and noticing it dropping down to intense pain as he shifted his through towards the baby-step step.

"Bradly, you're friend's with Mason right? Can you see to it that he gets his books and bag?" asked Ms. Fawn before the room seemed to ever so slightly shift as if a translucent wave went through the room as Bradly was nodding in agreement and concern for his friend.

"Jessica, can you see to it that he gets his books and bag?" asked Ms. Fawn

"What? No. That's not fair, Ms. Fawn! I just got back," complained Jessica as she looked at the heavy looking, nerd-bag, 'no doubt filled with spank material' thought Jessica.

Doing her best to resist her urge, Ms. Fawn lowered her voice a small octave into the 'Teacher means business' range and replied to Jessica's defiant attitude, "Jessica, this is not a debate," and was pleased to see Jessica lament. "So grab his books, bag and jacket, and see they reach the nurse's office. Now."

Climbing back up from her desk, Jessica couldn't help but mutter an "Ugh". This felt like some kind of humiliating punishment, as she shrugged the heavy bag over her shoulder.