AN: This is my first, non- fan fiction story, so be kind. I'm not used to writing without an established plot to fall back on.

Warning: Contains incest.

If you think about it using your entire brain rather than merely the percentage that other, unimaginative humans use, anything is possible. For those of us, like my brother and I, with true imagination, a whole new world opens up when we discover our powers.

Yes, we have powers. Us "Gifteds," as we like to call ourselves, usually discover our powers between the ages of six and fourteen, the time when imaginations begin to develop. If we can imagine it, we can make it happen. One of our universal abilities is to sense the presence of other Gifteds. We can also tell whether they use their abilities for good or evil. We have to stop the evil Gifteds from drawing the attention of the "Normals," or non-gifted people.

Two Years Previously:

One day, during the four month gap between our birthdays when we were both the same age, nine to be exact, my brother Eli got hurt. Mom was driving us to the mall to go school shopping, when a drunk driver hit our car. Eli hit his head on his window and was unconscious, and Mom was skidding off the road. I focused on an imaginary image of us getting out safely. One of the perks of the Gift is that we can make anything happen if we focus hard enough.

Just then, an ambulance and a police car arrived. Mom and I got out fine, but Eli was in pretty bad shape. Since I was the youngest, Mom got to ride in the ambulance with Eli, while I had to ride to the hospital in the back of the police car, which smelled like cheese and farts. We arrived at the hospital twenty minutes after the ambulance did.

I went up to Mom and she pulled me into a hug. I asked her how Eli was, and she said he was in surgery. I was too stunned to speak. He hadn't seemed to be that badly injured to me. As I sat there, hugging Mom, it dawned on me that I could lose the one person I cared about more than anything else in the world that day. Looking back on it, if I hadn't been so scared, I would have used the Gift so that he would make a full recovery.

Three hours later, the surgeon came out and said that Eli was alright, and that he was in recovery if we wanted to see him. Sighing in relief, I asked Mom if I could go alone. Mom looked to the doctor, who nodded and said he would give me some alone time with my brother.

When I stepped into the recovery room, I was shocked to see the state Eli was in. He had bandages wrapped around his head down to just above his eyes, his right arm and left leg were in casts, and he was covered in bruises. I looked to the doctor, who nodded reassuringly and left the room.

I knelt down next to Eli and took his left hand in mine. "Hey, Eli," I whispered even though he was still unconscious, "It's me, Kaylee. I guess you don't need me to tell you that, though, huh big bro. I love you, Eli. I know you probably can't hear me right now, but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else in the world. You're gonna get better, E. Even if I have to use my Gift, you're gonna be okay." All of a sudden, the hand in mine gripped mine for a minute. I looked up to see Eli with his eyes wide open, a weak smile across his face.

"I know, sis," he said weakly, "I love you too, Kaylee. It all hurts right now, but I still want a hug." He looked at me expectantly with his good arm outstretched. I smiled and hugged him gently, being careful of his injured arm. "I love you," we said in unison. He smiled softly, a look of pure contentment gracing his features. "How long have I been out?" he asked. "A little over three hours," I said, hugging him again.

Eli blinked a few times and turned his head to look at me. I took his hand again, and that same contented look crossing his face again. "You alright?" I asked. He nodded slightly, which was probably a bad idea considering that the majority of his surgery was on his head. "Ow," he whimpered, turning back to his original position. I sighed and kissed him on the cheek, knowing it would make him feel better. Eli smirked and said, "I thought you said no PDA's." I rolled my eyes and said, "I did, but nobody else is here but us, so we might as well enjoy it. Besides, you know I couldn't care less what society thinks about us. So what if you're my big brother? I love you. That's what really matters."

He smiled. "I know," he said, "I just wanted to hear you say that. I love you so much Kaylee." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek again. "I love you, too," I said, gently stroking his severely bruised cheek with my thumb. He winced slightly, but accepted my touch. "I was so worried about you," I said, "I thought I was gonna lose you. I couldn't live without you, Eli. I love you too much." Eli smiled and opened his arms for another hug. I hugged him for a third time and rested my head on his chest for a minute. I normally would have been concerned about how fast his heart was beating, but I knew it was only a combination of fear, pain, and the fact that he was happy to see me. "You're the best sister ever," he whispered lovingly in my ear.

Ten minutes later, and the surgeon came back in. "So Kiddo," he said, bending over Eli, "How ya feeling?" Eli shrugged. "It hurts a little," he said, "but it's not too bad. It's mostly just a headache." The doctor smiled like that was what he wanted to hear. "That's a good sign," he said, "That means you're getting better. I don't know what having your sister in here did, but it seems to have sped up the healing process." I smiled and took Eli's hand. "So," Eli said, "Does that mean I can get out of here soon? I'm not that big a fan of hospitals." The doctor smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll see what I can do," he said.

He left the room at that, and I took the opportunity to kiss Eli full on the lips. His eyes widened in shock for a second before he kissed me back. "I love you so much," I panted when we finally broke the kiss. "I love you, too," he panted, closing his eyes with a contented sigh, "God I love you, Kaylee." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Relax," I said, "You're getting too worked up. I don't want you hurting yourself worse." Eli smiled and opened his eyes again. "I'm fine, Kaylee," he said, "I'm just tired." As if to prove he was fine, he pushed himself into a sitting position and pulled me into another kiss.

I wanted to push him off, just in case Mom or a nurse or somebody walked in, but I knew it would just break his heart. Not wanting to hurt him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with a passion that could rival even the greatest of desires. "You're the best brother ever," I said when he broke the kiss a few minutes later. "Thanks," he panted, keeping his arms wrapped around me, "I love you so much it hurts. If I could stay holding you like this forever, I totally would. I wish we didn't have to hide this, though. I hate not being able to show you off."

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I know," I said, "I hate having to hide our love, too, but we have to unless they change the law so that siblings can be together the way we are. We have to keep it a secret. Besides, Mom and Dad are too narrow-minded. They'd never understand the way we feel about each other."

End chapter one. Please review and tell me how it was.