Power Outage Dare and Gabriel rode the elevator back up to the fourth floor in an uncomfortable silence.
It was uncomfortable for her, anyway, though she doubted Gabriel even noticed. When the doors opened, she expected everyone to be in the TV room where they had left them, but it was empty, the only noise coming from Sherlock playing on the television. “I wonder where they are,” Gabriel said, peering around nervously. People disappearing was rarely a good sign. It generally meant one of two things: they had been kidnapped or, the more likely reason, Fin had planned some obnoxious surprise and/or scare tactic. “This is not good,” Dare muttered, walking into the TV room. She took out her phone and dialed Fin’s number again. No answer. “Well, I say we take advantage of the silence,” Gabriel said with an uncharacteristic smile. He went over to the couch and flopped down, stretching his legs out and closing his eyes. Dare glanced around nervously. “Don’t you think we should, um, try and find them or something?” “Why worry?” Gabriel replied, waving his hand in the air. “They’ll show up sooner or later.” Dare pursed her lips and mentally berated herself for worrying so much. After all, this was a perfect opportunity to be alone with Gabriel… Then again, maybe that was Fin’s plan all along. He loved playing matchmaker and it would be just like him to set it up so Gabriel and Dare had the place all to themselves. She sat down on the edge of the armchair next to Gabriel’s couch rather stiffly. Yeah, there was no way she was going to get anywhere fast with her suffocating awkwardness. “So, what should we do?” Dare practically jumped out of the chair at the sound of Gabriel’s voice. She needed to calm down. She took a few breaths. “Um. I don’t know. Anything.”
“Video game?” “Sure.” Gabriel rolled off the couch and went over to the TV. Sherlock was still playing, and Moriarty was being held from behind by John while Sherlock had a gun pointed at him. It was one of Dare’s favorite scenes. “Something’s wrong with the TV,” Gabriel said. He had his hand on the side of it, waiting for something to change, but the DVD just kept playing. “Maybe it’s your powers,” Dare suggested. He shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, they were working downstairs. Whatever. Gotta change the cords manually. Could you do me a favor and hold this flashlight in the back so I can see?” “Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” Dare said, getting up and going over to him. He handed her the flashlight they kept by the TV for such occasions when Gabriel wasn’t around to be a human remote control. She shined it on the intense wiring in the back of the TV – they reached everywhere from every sort of gaming console to their surround sound speakers and a karaoke machine (Fin’s idea). “Y’know, I may be good with computers when I have my powers, but I’m honestly just shit without them,” Gabriel said, tossing down two identical red cords. He crouched down to get a closer look. “Okay, I think this goes… here.” He pushed a wire into the back of the TV and every light on that floor, and possibly in the whole building, flickered and shut off. “Guess not,” Gabriel said. “Well that’s just great. Now I’ve got to go downstairs to the breaker box. Unless you wanna do it.” “No friggin’ way,” Dare said. She shined the flashlight back into the dark living room as Gabriel maneuvered out from behind the TV. “All right, well, here, gimme that and I’ll be right back.” He held out his hand for the flashlight, but Dare’s gaze was trained elsewhere. That’s when he noticed it, too. “Um,” he said. “Yeah, is that-?” “No, no, that’s not… normal.”
The TV was still on and Sherlock was still playing. Sort of. It had skipped back a scene and was now showing Sherlock watching television at 221 B while John typed away at the laptop. “The electricity is out, right? So why’s the TV on?” Dare asked. “Hold on.” Gabriel went over to the light switch and flicked it on and off to no avail. Then, he went over to the microwave (for easy popcorn-making) and pressed a few buttons, but nothing happened. “No, the power’s definitely blown.” “Okay, this has got to be Fin playing some dumbass joke,” Dare decided. She eased over to the TV and stared at it for a moment. Then, slowly, she reached out and pressed the power button. They waited with bated breath, but nothing happened. The TV just kept on. She pressed it again and again, but nothing happened. “Okay, what the hell?” she said. Gabriel came over and pressed his hand to it. “My powers still aren’t working. Damn.” They stood there for a moment, just watching as the pool scene started up again. Then, perhaps it was because Dare was so close to the screen, but she swore she saw something she had never seen before. “What was that?” Dare asked, squinting her eyes. “What was what?” “Hold on.” The scene shifted and panned across Sherlock’s face. “There!” Dare shouted, pointing in the background. It looked like five remarkably familiar figures standing on the far edge of the pool. “Holy shit,” Gabriel breathed. “Is that-?” Dare nodded slowly. They both leaned in closer, as close as they could get so that all that could be seen was the four colored pixels of the screen. Then, everything went dark.