A/n: Okay its been awhile. But I got the next chapters and it is once more broken into 2 because of this dam website. But Enjoy!!
Chapter 22- Flexing Powers
Tristian put his hand under Bobby's elbow and yanked the boy back to his feet for the twelfth time that morning. "Let's try that again," he said, steadying Bobby out and pointing at Rogue with the other time. "Concentrate harder Rogue. It's always hard the first time, but if you get it once it'll all come a lot easier. You got to think positively and don't be nervous, that's the key. The more nervous you are the more heightened your powers become because they sense it."
Once he was sure Bobby could stand on his own two feet, he backed, standing against the wall, bracing his leg up behind him against it, watching. Rogue took a deep breath and stretched her arm out, touching Bobby's hand. Ten seconds later Bobby was back on the ground, shaking his head to rid himself of the dizziness.
Tristian ribbed his face with one hand, letting out a deep breath noisily through his mouth. He helped Bobby back up and had Rogue try again while he watched. When it failed he let them have a break and gave the Iceman a couple of Tylenol for his headache then sat away from them why they talked on the mats and while he thought of a better approach for Rogue.
"How's it goin'?" a voice spoke gruffly.
Tristian turned his head sideways as Logan took a seat next to him. "Not bad…but not too great."
Logan chuckled in a masculine way, "Unwinding you already."
"I'm just trying to think of a new approach for this since the one I'm trying isn't working too well," he told the older man.
He patted Tristian on the shoulder, "You'll think of something. The way Jean talks about you, you'll nail this."
He turned his head sharply to Logan. "She talks about me?"
Logan gave him a smile, eyes twinkling, "When does she not?" he snorted. "She has a lot of faith in you."
"I wish others had as much," he mumbled, glancing back at Rogue and Bobby who went back to practicing.
"It doesn't matter whether or not everyone likes ya…it only matters that some do. As long as some do then you haven't completely lost anything, but gained something."
He nodded. "True, but many still don't like me, they either fear me, resent me, or both," he ticked them off on his fingers until three stood.
"Well, look at it this way. Rogue and Bobby clearly like you. Pyro likes you and that boy hates everybody, believe me I know," Logan told him, counting each person on his own hand. "I like you, you give me no reason to not like you and most importantly, Jean likes you. She trusts you with her life, she hasn't put that much trust in anyone since she's come back. And that's saying a lot, Tristian."
Logan was right. These five people trusted him knowing what he was, which was a lot more than the numbers he had in the past. They knew what he was and they trusted him… though they didn't know everything they knew enough but still liked him.
"It's better to have a few true warriors then a legion of hypocrites," Logan told him.
"You're right," he sighed. "Thanks for the support, Logan."
"No problem," he gave a firm nod. "Now…do you want any help with Rogue cuz it don't look like Bob can take much longer over there," he pointed.
Tristian turned his head to see Bobby teetering on his feet from sixteen zaps too many. He laughed standing to his feet, "Yeah, I think I might."
Logan followed him over to the other two and Tristian put his hand on Bobby's shoulder. "I think you should sit down for awhile. Take a break."
Bobby only nodded and plopped down on a bench, his back against the wall.
"Sorry Bobby," Rogue apologized, feeling bad.
He nodded. "I'll be all right, just give me a minute."
"Take fifteen better yet," Tristian told him. "You've been doing this for over an hour. Let Logan take over."
"What do I do?" Logan asked, removing his jacket and tossing it down on the floor.
"It's simple," said Tristian. "All you do is let hr touch you," pointing at Rogue. "She doesn't hold on for long if she notices her power going through you so don't worry about a coma or anything. She won't even be able to get memories for the period she'll touch."
Logan nodded. "Alright, sounds easy enough."
Tristian looked at Rogue and put an arm around her shoulders. The poor girl looked impatient and distraught from trying. "Now relax Rogue. Nobody gets it on the first day. It takes time and progress to do this sort of thing. You need to relax and rid yourself of all anxiety and negative thoughts, okay? Push it all out of your mind."
She nodded, letting out a deep breath. Tristian backed away, letting her go at it. She touched Logan's arm and a second later he yelped, jerking back. Rogue let out an irritated cry. "I can't do this, Tristian!"
"Yes you can," he reassured her.
"It's too hard," she whined, stomping her foot and running her hands through her hair.
"No one said it was going to be easy," he told her, standing back. "Try again."
After three more tries, Rogue was getting antsy. Tristian pulled her aside, tugging her arm. He stood in front of her and lifted her face up to look at him. "Listen to me…you have got to rid yourself of all this anxiety or you'll never get it. Push it all aside." He rubbed her shoulders. "Okay, now close your eyes."
"Why?"
He lifted his eyebrows. "Just do it, trust me."
She obliged, closing her eyes.
"Take a deep breath," he told her, rubbing her shoulders still. "Now hold it and think of all those negative thought s and all your anxiety…now let it all out," she exhaled and he could feel her relax under his hands. Her face was more slack and no longer creased with worry and anger. "I want you to think your happiest thought, now Rogue. Think of the time you were happiest….now hold it and open your eyes."
Rogue opened her eyes, Tristian moved aside. "Go for it…hold your thought and go for it."
He crossed his arms, one arm around his side the other touching his chin as he watched apprehensively. This had to work, if it didn't then she'd never be able to get it because she'd never be able to relax.
He watched tentatively as Rogue stretched her hand out for Logan's arm. He saw Logan tense as her fingers came closer and then made contact, he jerked on reaction but stopped as nothing happened.
Tristian smiled as Rogue's eyes widened and she slid her hand, gripping his forearm, nothing happened. She brought her other hand up touching his arm with both hands. Nothing happened. She let out a cry of joy and Logan laughed with her.
Rogue looked past Logan at Bobby who stood up. Rogue ran to him, jumping on him pretty much. "I did it!" She brought her lips down, kissing Bobby long now that she was able to.
Tristian applauded. "I told you that you could do it."
Rogue slid off Bobby and turned to him, giving him a hug." Thank you."
"Just remember to do what I said. Wear your gloves for just in case though," he jerked his head to the door. "I gotta go though. I got another student to teach and this is going to be a lot harder." He reached into his back pocket taking out his wallet and handing Rogue a five-dollar bill. "You and Bobby go get some ice cream or something, celebrate."
She took the money and the two love birds left. Tristian smirked. Young love, he missed being like that. Being able to look at a person and love them more than you ever thought possible and know that the feeling was mutual. Those days were long gone for him and he couldn't get them back. He stared down at his wallet, the picture sticking out just a bit.
He smiled, touching the faded edge of it. Long gone.
"Pretty girl," Logan said.
Tristian jumped. He forgot the man was still there in the room with him. He gave Logan a solemn smile and swallowed the lump that had built in his throat. "Yeah…yeah she was."
Logan's eyes widened a bit, understanding immediately what he meant by 'was', and fixed on the ground. "I'm…I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he sighed, tucking his wallet back in his pocket. "It happened a couple years ago."
He nodded his head. "Still…I know what it's like to lose someone you love," his eyes looked up at the ceiling and then back at Tristian. "'Cept she's not dead…hurts just as much though."
"Jean?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Stupid, I know…but I love her…as much as I hate to admit it I know Scott loves her just as much."
"She'll make her choice," Tristian told him. "She's just going through a lot."
"I know, it's why I'm giving her space to breathe and think. She needs it."
Tristian nodded his head. He knew Jean was having trouble with her dilemma. Personally he had no idea what she saw in Scott Summers. But he wasn't Jean and Scott only hated him. "I better get going. I got to meet with John next."
"Good luck," Logan snorted, picking up his jacket.
"Thanks," he said opening the door. "I'm gonna need it."
R&R PLEASE. Thank You…yeah I know it got slow again, but it'll pick up real soon
Chapter 22- Flexing Powers
Tristian put his hand under Bobby's elbow and yanked the boy back to his feet for the twelfth time that morning. "Let's try that again," he said, steadying Bobby out and pointing at Rogue with the other time. "Concentrate harder Rogue. It's always hard the first time, but if you get it once it'll all come a lot easier. You got to think positively and don't be nervous, that's the key. The more nervous you are the more heightened your powers become because they sense it."
Once he was sure Bobby could stand on his own two feet, he backed, standing against the wall, bracing his leg up behind him against it, watching. Rogue took a deep breath and stretched her arm out, touching Bobby's hand. Ten seconds later Bobby was back on the ground, shaking his head to rid himself of the dizziness.
Tristian ribbed his face with one hand, letting out a deep breath noisily through his mouth. He helped Bobby back up and had Rogue try again while he watched. When it failed he let them have a break and gave the Iceman a couple of Tylenol for his headache then sat away from them why they talked on the mats and while he thought of a better approach for Rogue.
"How's it goin'?" a voice spoke gruffly.
Tristian turned his head sideways as Logan took a seat next to him. "Not bad…but not too great."
Logan chuckled in a masculine way, "Unwinding you already."
"I'm just trying to think of a new approach for this since the one I'm trying isn't working too well," he told the older man.
He patted Tristian on the shoulder, "You'll think of something. The way Jean talks about you, you'll nail this."
He turned his head sharply to Logan. "She talks about me?"
Logan gave him a smile, eyes twinkling, "When does she not?" he snorted. "She has a lot of faith in you."
"I wish others had as much," he mumbled, glancing back at Rogue and Bobby who went back to practicing.
"It doesn't matter whether or not everyone likes ya…it only matters that some do. As long as some do then you haven't completely lost anything, but gained something."
He nodded. "True, but many still don't like me, they either fear me, resent me, or both," he ticked them off on his fingers until three stood.
"Well, look at it this way. Rogue and Bobby clearly like you. Pyro likes you and that boy hates everybody, believe me I know," Logan told him, counting each person on his own hand. "I like you, you give me no reason to not like you and most importantly, Jean likes you. She trusts you with her life, she hasn't put that much trust in anyone since she's come back. And that's saying a lot, Tristian."
Logan was right. These five people trusted him knowing what he was, which was a lot more than the numbers he had in the past. They knew what he was and they trusted him… though they didn't know everything they knew enough but still liked him.
"It's better to have a few true warriors then a legion of hypocrites," Logan told him.
"You're right," he sighed. "Thanks for the support, Logan."
"No problem," he gave a firm nod. "Now…do you want any help with Rogue cuz it don't look like Bob can take much longer over there," he pointed.
Tristian turned his head to see Bobby teetering on his feet from sixteen zaps too many. He laughed standing to his feet, "Yeah, I think I might."
Logan followed him over to the other two and Tristian put his hand on Bobby's shoulder. "I think you should sit down for awhile. Take a break."
Bobby only nodded and plopped down on a bench, his back against the wall.
"Sorry Bobby," Rogue apologized, feeling bad.
He nodded. "I'll be all right, just give me a minute."
"Take fifteen better yet," Tristian told him. "You've been doing this for over an hour. Let Logan take over."
"What do I do?" Logan asked, removing his jacket and tossing it down on the floor.
"It's simple," said Tristian. "All you do is let hr touch you," pointing at Rogue. "She doesn't hold on for long if she notices her power going through you so don't worry about a coma or anything. She won't even be able to get memories for the period she'll touch."
Logan nodded. "Alright, sounds easy enough."
Tristian looked at Rogue and put an arm around her shoulders. The poor girl looked impatient and distraught from trying. "Now relax Rogue. Nobody gets it on the first day. It takes time and progress to do this sort of thing. You need to relax and rid yourself of all anxiety and negative thoughts, okay? Push it all out of your mind."
She nodded, letting out a deep breath. Tristian backed away, letting her go at it. She touched Logan's arm and a second later he yelped, jerking back. Rogue let out an irritated cry. "I can't do this, Tristian!"
"Yes you can," he reassured her.
"It's too hard," she whined, stomping her foot and running her hands through her hair.
"No one said it was going to be easy," he told her, standing back. "Try again."
After three more tries, Rogue was getting antsy. Tristian pulled her aside, tugging her arm. He stood in front of her and lifted her face up to look at him. "Listen to me…you have got to rid yourself of all this anxiety or you'll never get it. Push it all aside." He rubbed her shoulders. "Okay, now close your eyes."
"Why?"
He lifted his eyebrows. "Just do it, trust me."
She obliged, closing her eyes.
"Take a deep breath," he told her, rubbing her shoulders still. "Now hold it and think of all those negative thought s and all your anxiety…now let it all out," she exhaled and he could feel her relax under his hands. Her face was more slack and no longer creased with worry and anger. "I want you to think your happiest thought, now Rogue. Think of the time you were happiest….now hold it and open your eyes."
Rogue opened her eyes, Tristian moved aside. "Go for it…hold your thought and go for it."
He crossed his arms, one arm around his side the other touching his chin as he watched apprehensively. This had to work, if it didn't then she'd never be able to get it because she'd never be able to relax.
He watched tentatively as Rogue stretched her hand out for Logan's arm. He saw Logan tense as her fingers came closer and then made contact, he jerked on reaction but stopped as nothing happened.
Tristian smiled as Rogue's eyes widened and she slid her hand, gripping his forearm, nothing happened. She brought her other hand up touching his arm with both hands. Nothing happened. She let out a cry of joy and Logan laughed with her.
Rogue looked past Logan at Bobby who stood up. Rogue ran to him, jumping on him pretty much. "I did it!" She brought her lips down, kissing Bobby long now that she was able to.
Tristian applauded. "I told you that you could do it."
Rogue slid off Bobby and turned to him, giving him a hug." Thank you."
"Just remember to do what I said. Wear your gloves for just in case though," he jerked his head to the door. "I gotta go though. I got another student to teach and this is going to be a lot harder." He reached into his back pocket taking out his wallet and handing Rogue a five-dollar bill. "You and Bobby go get some ice cream or something, celebrate."
She took the money and the two love birds left. Tristian smirked. Young love, he missed being like that. Being able to look at a person and love them more than you ever thought possible and know that the feeling was mutual. Those days were long gone for him and he couldn't get them back. He stared down at his wallet, the picture sticking out just a bit.
He smiled, touching the faded edge of it. Long gone.
"Pretty girl," Logan said.
Tristian jumped. He forgot the man was still there in the room with him. He gave Logan a solemn smile and swallowed the lump that had built in his throat. "Yeah…yeah she was."
Logan's eyes widened a bit, understanding immediately what he meant by 'was', and fixed on the ground. "I'm…I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he sighed, tucking his wallet back in his pocket. "It happened a couple years ago."
He nodded his head. "Still…I know what it's like to lose someone you love," his eyes looked up at the ceiling and then back at Tristian. "'Cept she's not dead…hurts just as much though."
"Jean?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Stupid, I know…but I love her…as much as I hate to admit it I know Scott loves her just as much."
"She'll make her choice," Tristian told him. "She's just going through a lot."
"I know, it's why I'm giving her space to breathe and think. She needs it."
Tristian nodded his head. He knew Jean was having trouble with her dilemma. Personally he had no idea what she saw in Scott Summers. But he wasn't Jean and Scott only hated him. "I better get going. I got to meet with John next."
"Good luck," Logan snorted, picking up his jacket.
"Thanks," he said opening the door. "I'm gonna need it."
R&R PLEASE. Thank You…yeah I know it got slow again, but it'll pick up real soon