Title: Powers Regained
Author: Ashnan Etana
Summary: When you lose your powers, what would you do to regain them?
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Rating: R - (or whatever the equivalency is now for that) for language,
Rogue and Logan have filthy mouths.
Archive: I would be thrilled if anyone wanted to archive any of my
work. Take it. Just let me know where I can find it.
Feedback: Yes, please. It always helps to know what others think, even
if it's bad. But be supportive; don't flame just to be cruel.
Author's Note: This chapter is short and I'm sorry about that. It's
written from Stud's POV. I'm sorry that it's taken so long to post another
chapter. It have been busy Reticulating 3-Dimensional Splines.
The shower had been lots of fun. Rogue really needed to learn to take her time washing. A nice slow, soapy caress would have been nice, but at least he got his mirrors.
"This is just cruel", Stud stared at the ceiling in frustration. "Why did she even bother to put mirrors above the bed if she was going to sleep fully clothed and tuck herself snuggly under the covers?" He really wanted to pull the covers off and at least entertain himself.
"If I have to just lay here and stare at a pile of blankets with a head, this is going to be a very long night. And her nose itches something awful. How can she continue to sleep with the horrible itch. Scratch it already!" It was driving him crazy. If only he could scratch it himself.
He stopped his grumbling suddenly. "Did her hand just twitch?" He tried to move her hand again. Nothing. "Of course it twitched. People move around when they sleep. Would you just scratch your nose already!" Her hand twitched again. "That's me twitching. That's definitely me."
Stud tried to just twitch her hand this time. Nothing. "Damn it! I know that was me. Why can't I do it now? That stupid itching is distracting me, is what it is." Twitch.
"Okay, it twitches whenever I think about scratching her nose. I just have to concentrate on that." Stud concentrated on the itching. All he had to do was scratch her nose and the horrible itch would go away. Just scratch it. Her hand started to twitch again. The twitching increased until it was more like a spasm.
"Yes, that's it! Scratch her nose. I have to make the itching stop. Just move her hand up and scratch her nose." The twitching stopped. "Stop trying to move her hand and just think about the itch." It wasn't really that difficult to focus on the itch. The more he thought about it, the more it itched.
There it was. Her hand twitched again. Her hand moved and her arm raised up slightly. "Yes! Scratch that stupid itch. Make it stop. Have to make the itching stop." The itching was getting worse. He was fully focused on scratching her nose and wasn't watching her hand anymore. He was staring at the nose, the nose that desperately needed scratched.
He'd done it! Her hand rose up and scratched her nose! It had immediately flopped back to her side once the itch was gone, but he'd done it. He'd controlled her arm. And the annoying itch had stopped. Now all he had to do was find something else to focus on.
"It is rather hot in here. I need to get this cover off!"