The worst way for Rogue to gain her sense of touch. Heavy angst.
She only knew him as Leech. Since he turned up as the Acolyte’s secret weapon, turning off powers just by standing around, he fascinated her. It was his job to be in their way. And it forced them all to hone the skills that did not require their powers.
He always worked alone. No backup. Just clever trick after clever trick until she found the cleverest trick of all.
She kissed him. Her first kiss, a kiss of necessity. A halfway violent thing to thrust his attention on her and away from her teammates. And during that first, desperate attempt, she noticed that he, too, was hungry for touch.
It was a love affair without words. Either he didn’t or couldn’t speak, she never bothered to find out. The communicated strictly through desperate grasps and gasping breath, finding the quickest excuse to separate from the plan and find bliss in each other.
Then came the day at school when she accidentally brushed skin-to-skin with some random normal… and did not feel her powers fire.
Rogue looked for him then, knowing his radius of effect, but could not find a trace of his sallow green skin, nor his lean and lanky frame. He wasn’t anywhere.
Her powers didn’t stop. She knew that. Only Leech’s powers could…
She cut class to get the little test.
And now she was staring at the twin blue lines that meant, should she proceed, that her powers would be turned off. She could touch. She could do all the things that normal people did.
For nine months.
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