I just started this update schedule and I'm already cheating at it, oy. Not that you guys probably mind, fft.

Enjoy limp lingum, Sasha. Then again that's Sasha on a normal day.

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He gave a frustrated groan as he jerked awake, sore and stiff as he twisted around in his bed. The German man trying to sit up and failing to initially. Embarrassment sealing itself firmly in place as he released he had morning wood pressing itself tightly against the crotch of his jeans.

"Really?" Sasha growled softly to himself as he grabbed a pillow and tried to smother himself with it. This was clearly the only way to make his life any better now.

Fate was playing a cruel joke on him, if anything his girlfriend was going to break up with him because he couldn't get aroused in her presence, but when he was on his own, he apparently was completely able to. A man his age wasn't supposed to be having wet dreams like this. Not this continually. He still didn't completely understand why it kept happening, picking through his psyche hadn't led to anything revolutionary. Not that he honestly looked very hard, he had other things to do that day besides poke through his own mind. Some part of him was half afraid of what he would find.

He rolled out of the bed, stripping out of his rumpled clothes and stalking over towards his bathroom. He turning the shower knobs on, not waiting for the water to warm up as he stepped into the shower. The splash of cold water sending a shock through the German man's system as he shivered under the water pounding down on his skin.

"Damn it," He cursed softly as he rubbed his arms. Keeping his hands up and away from his member as he stood under the streaming water. The German man worrying his bottom lip as he tilted his head upwards, wincing slightly when the cold water slapped him directly across the face. It felt like ice was cutting through him by this point.

He had things to do, he didn't need this on his plate still. He would find a way to fix this, sudden libido and sexual dream situation somehow. For now his best solution resided in the German man freezing himself to death in his shower. It certainly was better than just trying to get rid of it the old fashioned way.

He gave a relieved sigh as he stepped out of the shower, dripping on the white tiled floor underfoot. He rubbing his arms for a moment, his skin feeling numb as he was thankful for once at being flaccid. He moved over towards his cabinet, grabbing some towels to dry himself off. Bringing some heat back to his chilled skin as he rubbed the towels against himself, drying off as quickly as he could. He had work to do today, he couldn't dilly dally around the house feeling sorry for himself.

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"Sasha?" The interruption made the German man sigh, he glancing up from his work as he squinted at Truman. The redheaded man offering him a slight smile as he walked further into Sasha's office. The fact his boss was walking in was enough to make the lanky man pull away from his would be science experiment spread across his table in the back of his office to stand up straight and address the other man.

"Truman, how are you?"

"I'm well, though I have a favor to ask,"

"If it is about the vending machines, it's Che's fault,"

The redheaded man paused at that, "It wasn't about the vending machines, though I'll have to remember to check them later," He brushed some hair out of his eyes as he continued, "I was hoping you could watch Lili for me this weekend. I'm being called out on a mission and I don't want to leave her alone," Nor could he ask Milla to watch Lili, last time that happened neither woman wanted to talk to each other for a couple weeks. Lili's temper and Milla's instinct to baby anyone under the age of 18 always led to fire works. Truman would prefer if he could avoid that this time. He rather valued his friend and daughter not having a feud. He always ended up getting caught in the middle of it for obvious reasons.

"You learned from the Milla incident I see," The German man dryly answered back, "Certainly, she can stay with me for the weekend to make things a little easier,"

"Thank you, I appreciate this,"

Sasha waved his hand back in turn, "You don't need to, I don't mind helping." It certainly helped he considered Lili something akin to a cranky niece. They both were similar enough that getting along was never a problem. "You'll just owe me some doughnuts,"

"You have a doughnut problem, Nein," The mustached man joked easily back, he crossing his arms over his chest as Sasha adjusted his sunglasses.

"It is hardly a problem if I know about it," Sasha's comment earned a laugh from The grand head, Truman shaking his head a little as he brushed a his fingers against his upper lip. Sasha finding amusement in the fact it barely ruffled the other man's mustache. "I take it that you've been tapped for that meeting about the cult?"

"If I wasn't I'd be surprised," The grand head answered simply back, "The board is getting everyone in the higher levels together to talk about this, especially since there are sprinklings of this cult in other parts of America at the moment,"

"So, you'll all be swapping information?"

"Pretty much. Along with emphasizing how incredibly important this is, etc, etc," Truman waved his hand to go with his words as he shook his head. "The same thing we go through when anything drastic happens,"

The German man had to make some joke at least, "I can only hope you'll give those left behind some information," The joke hit its mark, warranting a laugh from the short and stout man. "Of course, I could never deny my poor lowly employees,"

"Thank you, sir, thank you," He placed his hand dramatically against his chest as he smirked faintly back at the mustached man. "What ever can I do to repay you?"

"Oh you know, ensure my daughter doesn't try to take over the world while I'm gone," He chuckled at Sasha, smirking some himself as he tucked a hand into his pocket. The plump man wearing a nicely pressed suit and tie, making it work better than others in the office could. Sasha envied that somewhat, he always tended to wear a turtle neck and slacks for simplicities sake. He always felt underdressed in Truman's presence.

"I'll do my best, but I cannot make any promises,"

"I know you can't, not with Lili." He adjusted his tie easily as he continued, "Thank you again,"

The German man shook his head somewhat back at that, gently brushing away the gratitude. It wasn't needed by this point. "As I said earlier, I'd be happy to watch over her,"

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"I have coffee," Andrea's voice broke the tedium of his work as the German man looked up at the plump woman standing in his doorway. She holding up a foam cup in one hand, a doughnut in the other. "And maybe a doughnut, depends if you like sprinkles,"

"Ja, I do," He saved his progress before closing his laptop, gently setting it aside as Andrea walked into his office. The chunk heels of her boots still ungodly loud as they ever were. "I would call you a life saver, Andrea, but that would go to your head,"

"It would," She settled the styrofoam cup down, handing him the doughnut. "Better watch out Nein,"

"I will, I would't want your ego to consume the building," He answered appreciatively back as he started to nibble at the doughnut, happy that Andrea remembered to bring him napkins as well. She clearly knew how to sooth the savage beast that was Sasha Nein.

"Speaking of consuming the building, you aren't going to be doing over time are you? I don't think we have doughnuts around to keep you from eating the other employees as madness sets in,"

"I figure I should cram, this paperwork isn't going to do itself," It also gave him time to think about things and hopefully catch up with Milla. She was going to be stuck in the office all night as well. The Gillespie case had pretty much taken up everyone's time thus far. She had been avoiding him for the past day or so, Sasha figured she would need the space considering he couldn't muster up much enthusiasms to chase after her. Everything she said had been true. He wasn't sure how he could respond in kind just yet.

"Remember to take some breaks, Sasha,"

"I will, if I don't I know you'll show up and smother me with a stack of manilla folders,"

The purple plump woman flexed at that, gritting her teeth in fake concentration with her 'gun show'. "Damn right I will,"

He nibbled at the doughnut at little more as the woman plucked papers from his outbox. "And a heads up, Truman's going to be leaving town soon, so you won't have to push at the paperwork so hard,"

"I still will, I am in charge of Lili while he's out of town," He dead panned simply back as he let his doughnut levitate next to him. "I can't dally when I have to take care of my bosses daughter,"

"Good thing you like the kid otherwise you'd be doomed," Andrea offered easily back as she made her move towards the door of his office. The orange skinned woman leaving Sasha to his own devices as he ate his snack. He paused his nibbling of his doughnut to spread the napkin across the section of his desk he was eating over. Hoping whatever crumbles came off the doughnut would land where he wanted them to.

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It took some time before he actually did catch up with Milla. The Brazilian woman sat in the relatively empty cafeteria on her own at a table in the corner, toying with the soup of the day. Clearly not feeling very hungry as she rested her elbow on the smooth surface of the table. Her gaze focused on the window next to her, watching the sunset outside as the clock overhead chimed.

Sasha only vocalized his arrival when he was at the table, "Milla, can I join you?" He not missing the cycle of stiffness in her posture before she gave a slow nod at his words. The brunette woman clearly fighting with herself on the issue of letting Sasha join her, but her automatically response was still an yes.

The German man took advantage of it before she could say no, settling down across from her. "Thank you," He picked at his sandwich initially, giving the Brazilian woman a chance to eat a few spoonfuls of her soup. "Can we talk?"

Milla sighed a little at his words but relented, clearly having been thinking about the issue herself. "We should, I did leave rather abruptly last time I saw you,"

Sasha gave his own nod, "I wanted to apologize, I, should have talked to you," He offered her his hand, Milla didn't hesitate to take it, lacing her fingers with his own. Her green eyes focusing on him, sweeping up and down taking note of his rather disheveled appearance.

"I should have too, darling. I just hoped, things could resolve themselves without talking,"

"It's not the way to handle things, not for us," He offered her hand a gentle squeeze, "I'm sorry, I'll try to be more honest."

"…Thank you, dear," She brought his hand up to kiss his knuckles, resting them lightly against her forehead for a moment. Pulling away to softly continue her train of thought, "And I'll try to give you more space, I know you're nervous, I am not making it any easier for you by being so pushy,"

"I know you're excited, it just tends, to make me nervous, it doesn't, help, if you understand what I mean,"

"I do," She murmured softly back, "I do indeed, darling. Just tell me when you get nervous, so we can take it slow,"

"Thank you," He hesitated, before gently leaning over to press a kiss against her forehead. She was eating or had been, he didn't want to get her food in his mouth.

Milla apparently understood his train of thought well enough to chuckle at his behavior as she easily accepted the affection. "Still such a charmer, I see,"

"It is one of my many talents,"

"Next to folding things and eating all the doughnuts in your office,"

"Oh, hush,"

Things certainly weren't back to normal just yet, but they would get there soon enough. Sasha could at least see that far ahead in the future without his powers.

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The german man felt oddly content as he watched Milla and Andrea converse, the two sitting at the cafeteria together. Clearly having an interesting enough discussion that it made the orange skinned woman actually laugh. Andrea's head tipped back, her hair falling out of its bun as she tried to cover her mouth with her hand. Sasha would have joked about the world ending, but figured it would be better if he didn't, he'd rather not ruin the moment.

He quietly settled across from the two women, he placing his tree down on the table. He offering the two a friendly little wave to go along with his words. "Hullo, you two,"

Milla's gaze easily drifted from Andrea to Sasha as she regarded her boyfriend with what one could describe as a dazzling smile. "Darling!"

"Nein," Andrea seemed less enthused, though a smile did remain on her features.

"What did I miss?"

"Not much, especially since I haven't gotten here just yet," Che cut in as he placed his paper bag on the table, sitting down next to Milla as he grinned back at the gathering of psychics. "I'm the life of the party after all,"

Andrea rolled her eyes, be it fondly as she spoke. "So we noticed Morales, don't think I haven't noticed those party poppers hidden in desks,"

"Why do you always gotta blame me? I didn't do anything,"

"No, you did everything. Everything wrong in the world is your fault," Andrea offered dryly back with a point of her indues finger, her eyes narrowing dangerously back. Che dramatically feigned injure at her accusation as he held his hand against his chest. "Andrea, how you wound me!"

"Hush and eat your lunch,"

Che gave what could be described as a very dramatic pout, "Yes'um,"

The German man shook his head quietly back as he opened the crinkly thin plastic around the spork the cafeteria gave him with his meal. "You two are just ridiculously,"

Andrea gave an annoyed snort at that as she jabbed at her plate of spaghetti. Casting a glance in Che's direction before stabbing a meatball with clear implications in her action. "He's ridiculous, I'm completely rational."

Milla laughed at the pair's behavior as she reached out to press a hand against Sasha's shoulder, lightly leaning into the German man. A smile rising to the German man's lips as he leaned a little into the Brazilian woman as well. Moments like this, Sasha felt like he found his place in the world, like he had a new family. He finally had a family again, even with the odd bumps along the way. He could handle any problems if he had these people here with him.

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