A/N: Okay… so Chapter 2… I hope this is okay. It's short… but it's also late… I was inspired by a great review or two. Anyways, I solemnly thank those who reviewed the last Chapter. I only hope this feeds you what you're after.

Btw, this scene… main reason this story is rated M if you catch my drift. Girl stuff happens, homophobes… go find urself a life. Ok, I'm good. XP

The song I use for a split moment is 'I Have the Touch' originally by Peter Gabrielle. I prefer Heather Nova's version, as featured on the end credits of 'The Craft'. Great film. Better singer. Anyways…. I hope you enjoy…

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The cab to the hotel had been awkward to say the least. For Elle it had mostly been because she didn't have a clue what to say after a situation like this. At all. She'd bailed on the best make out session she'd ever had because… because of what exactly?

And then to make matters worse she'd shocked the girl half to death… granted she didn't die. She couldn't, but Elle felt a twist in her gut every time she thought about it. What was that? Guilt? She wouldn't know, to be honest.

It wasn't something she was very familiar with.

She looked over at the painfully close bed of the other girl. Claire looked up and she looked away quickly to focus on her nails, trying to control the churning feeling in her stomach; like she might throw up at any minute.

Claire's voice was husky as she spoke the first sentence that wasn't compulsory since they'd got off of the flight. "You okay there?"

Elle slowly drew her eyes away from her hand, almost dreading meeting the cheerleader's eyes.

"Yeah, of course." She faked a smile, wondering if, and how much sleep she'd get tonight. 'None' was the most likely answer. And that was all she needed, a night laying awake, sleepily wondering when her next spasm was going to jolt her back to a fully awakened state. A night of no sleep meant a night of thinking. And she was in no state to think without crying right now (which actually hurt quite a bit). Especially with a certain cheerleader sleeping in a bed not four feet from her. She felt a small jolt ripple through her body, and did her best to hold back a wince. "I'm fine."

"Right." Claire said, her voice betraying how much she believed her new roommate.

"What?" Elle asked as Claire gave her an off look.

"Nothing… it's just…" Elle suddenly let out a tiny cry as another unexpected surge ran through her body, this time bigger than she'd care to live with. Claire cocked her head at the girl that had been her arch-enemy not so long ago. "You're not okay, are you?"

"What do you think, Pom Pom?" Sarcasm raided Elle's tone, her voice a little sharper than it would usually sound. "I'm letting out random bursts of electricity that… freaking hurt, and I would really kill for a shower. But stepping into a stream of running water might just about kill me at the moment. I'm also dreading not getting any sleep tonight, because I really don't know how long I can go on being this tired… and if these Pinehearst people don't do anything to help us tomorrow…" She was cut off, throwing her head back as a current ran through her, her body burning.

"What?" Claire asked after a long moment of watching Elle sit with her eyes screwed up in pain.

Elle shook her head, her eyes watery as she tried to shake off both her physical and emotional pain like a fly that was irritating her face. "Nothing. If they can't fix it then we'll find another way." Almost mechanically she reached up, stretching her arms, barely flinching as a spark licked at the corner of her eye before she stood up and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

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Claire threw herself back onto her bed, turning her head to stare at the white paint of the bathroom door. Now what?

Should she see if Elle was okay? Maybe all she would get would be a brush off… but surely it was worth a shot.

"I should have tried to talk to her earlier." Claire sighed, sitting up and hugging her knees. She held her breath, trying to listen for a sound, any sound.

There was a quiet sobbing, under toned by the heavy, laboured breathing of somebody in great pain.

She had to help. Sitting here, knowing she could be taking that pain away from Elle? It tore her up inside… plus the idea of it was almost tempting… the connection she'd felt on the plane… the energy surging through her body…

"Shut up Claire. This isn't about you." The younger girl sighed, before gently knocking on the bathroom door. "Elle?"

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"Elle?"

Elle groaned inwardly, resisting the urge to scream, to call out to the girl on the other side of the door. Just knowing that the other girl could take this pain away was almost too much to bear, knowing a simple touch would be enough to give her a few minutes rest from this constant pain.

"What do you want?" The comment came out harsh. She hadn't meant it to. But Elle was a hard person to please at the best of times… her current situation definitely hadn't improved her mood over the last week and a bit.

She craved to just let herself fling open the door and jump Claire like some kind of an animal, to feed her hunger, her inner sadist.

"To help."

Elle was silent for a moment… Claire wanted to be her conductor? She thought back to Claire's words on the plane.

"…when you shocked the living hell out of me... it awakened something. I could feel it... every second of it... Can I feel it again?"

Maybe she needed this as much as Elle did… to let herself go… to lose herself a little?

Elle got up silently, opening the door to lean against the frame. She resisted the urge to shock Claire where she stood.

"How could you… just… how?"

Claire just smiled, and held out her hand for Elle to take. The older woman stared at it for a moment, and smiled a little as she gripped hold of it before Claire led her over to the cheerleader's bed.

"Like this." Claire's voice was barely above a whisper as she gently guided Elle onto the bed, taking both of her hands and lacing their fingers together as she towered over the other girl. For the first time she noticed the child like innocence in her eyes, only outdone by the fire she could see within them.

Elle took in a deep breath as the pain came to an abrupt halt, merely leaving a tingling sensation where Claire's skin touched her own. "Better?"

Elle nodded meekly, her body tensing as Claire's legs moved to straddle her own hips, and she noticed the cheerleader frown in concern. "Too much?" Elle shook her head… no way. She wanted this… almost as badly as the smirking girl in front of her.

"Good…" Claire said, moving to place her lips against Elle's neck. The sensation sent a shiver up Elle's spine, causing her to move her hip, and Claire moaned a little, reclaiming one of her hands to lift Elle's chin for a kiss, her thumb wiping away the tear streak on her cheek. Their lips moved gently across one another, and Elle couldn't resist letting out a small whimper as Claire tightened her grip on Elle's face a little to pull her closer, the passion rising in their bodies as Claire ran her teeth over Elle's bottom lip. In response Elle let out a small shock, almost on instinct.

Claire's moan was all she needed, removing herself from Claire's grip on hand to slip off the leather jacket, making sure their lips stayed together, moving in rhythm, both mutually understanding the need to stay in contact with each other at all times.

I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark

Claire wrapped her legs around Elle's waist, lifting the other girl's t-shirt a little before lifting her own and pushing her body against Elle's. Elle hissed as the point of contact moved to her stomach as Claire pulled her t-shirt over her head, hissing as Elle let off another tiny burst of energy.

Any chance collision and I light up in the dark

When both of their tops were off they reclaimed each other's mouths, Elle letting small crackles of lightning shoot directly into the cheerleader's mouth, her body soaring.

"Elle…" Claire moaned, and Elle closed her eyes and let her unbutton her jeans, doing her best to get Claire's off while not losing touch.

There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair

Finally unclothed they fell back onto the bed, Elle moaning as Claire smoothly rubbed her breasts, the tingling and the feeling combining to a point where Elle felt nothing but need. A need for Claire. Again she let off a spark, and Claire let out a short, sharp scream, a mix of pleasure and pain, throwing her head back as the burn healed as quickly as it had appeared.

Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch

They looked into each other's eyes for a deep moment, their legs entwined. Claire lowered a hand, and Elle gasped as she placed two fingers inside of her. It seemed like a good idea to do the same to Claire, and she copied her movements, curling her fingers against her will as Claire hit her spot.

Claire let out another loud, husky moan, laced with the sound of sex as Elle ran her fingers through Claire's hair, slowly sliding out her fingers before thrusting them in again.

Wanting contact

Claire stopped moving for a moment, and Elle whimpered in anguish, just needing… this.

Elle's eyes suddenly watered, her back arching with her hips as Claire quickened her pace until Claire's moans were almost constant… a rhythm to match Elle's own, only interrupted by shaky gasps of breath.

I'm wanting contact

"Cl…Claire…"

"Elle… I'm almost there…"

Elle let out a small sound, trapping most of it in her throat as she squealed a little, her whole body starting to shake.

I'm wanting contact with you

Above her Claire threw her head back in a feverish sweat of moans, her body shining, her entire self tensing with her orgasm. Her fingers clenched inside of Elle, and Elle let out a scream as her own orgasm hit her, electricity suddenly bursting from her body in an explosion of blue light.

She closed her eyes, half expecting something to have changed when she next opened them. Had she thrown Claire across the room? Killed her? No, that was stupid… and she could still hear her breathing, small, sharp breaths, little but often… feel her grip tangled in her hair and her own hand in Claire's blonde locks.

Slowly Claire slid herself out of Elle, and lay down her body so she was still covering one half of Elle.

"Elle?" She breathed, frowning at the other girl's tightly shut eyes. "You okay?"

Elle opened her eyes, almost reluctantly, and was glad to see Claire's youthful face above her own, a gentle stare ready to meet her eyes.

"I'm f-fine. Did I hurt you?"

"No… but you blew the lights."

"Oh… just for in here?" Elle blinked, noticing for the first time that the only light in the room was moonlight. Besides that there was total darkness, not even a street lamp interrupted the glow. "Oh, shit…" She murmured, sitting up. Claire moved with her, almost automatically, gripping her hand in case she decided to stand up.

They walked over to the window, each grabbing an end of Claire's duvet and wrapping it around their shoulders.
"Whoa…" Claire whispered. Outside there was pitch black. They could see the faint outlines of buildings, cars and street lamps, but there was no light radiating from any of them. "Not just for here."

"I wiped out the entire block…" Elle said, her jaw dropping a little as she scanned the streets.

"Yeah… but look on the bright side."

"There's a bright side?"

"Yeah… we figured out how to keep your pain at bay. And also… look."

Elle followed her gaze to the sky above them. The moon was bright, that was for sure, but each and every star was brighter than Elle had ever seen them.

Elle felt her lips curl into a smile as she glanced at Claire, who was grinning at her. "I've never seen anything so… totally amazing." She noticed Claire's smile once again turn into a smirk. "What?"

"I'm just biting my tongue, trying not to say anything really cheesy right now."

Elle laughed, knowing she'd dropped the perfect movie line in the cheerleader's lap.

"Why do you do it?" Claire blurted suddenly, and Elle frowned at her a little, pulling the duvet closer to her body.

"Do what?"

"Work for the company? I mean… you don't seem like a bad person."

Elle turned her stare back to the night sky, a shrug brushing her silhouette. "It's where I was bought up. I've been there since I was four years old… training. It's all I know. And it was all I had. Without it I would have been alone. But now, with Dad gone… I guess I was always gonna end up alone. But I liked the idea of putting it off. Even if I was doing a job I hated half of the time. Sometimes it was good… we helped people. Locked them up. Other times we made things… worse."

"You know, you're not who I thought you were."

"Well… then maybe you shouldn't judge before you punch." Elle smiled, tightening her grip on Claire's hand.

"Will you be able to sleep tonight?"

"Depends… will you be with me?"

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