LMOM08 :: Day 28 :: "Power" [PtL, Alex/Rachel, PG13] for shatterpath
Title: Power
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Date in Calendar: 9 June 2008
Fandom: Poltergeist: the Legacy/LWM
Pairing: Alex/Rachel, Rachel&Dace friendship
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 950
Category: Reverberation
Series: Light, Water, Muses
Written for: AJ's Lusty Month of May 2008
Recipient: shatterpath
Prompt: It's been a long time since anyone's seen Rachel in full-out mage mode. Bet it's sexy as hell...
Summary: Stretching latent abilities has a way of turning animosity into supportive friendship.
Advertisement: Part of the FSAC:DD08
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of Lifetime Television, Kedzie Productions, Viacom Productions, and Paramount. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. . This site is in no way affiliated with "The Division", Lifetime Television, or any representatives of Bonnie Bedelia, Nancy McKeon, Lisa Vidal, or Tracey Needham. This site contains stories between two mature, consenting adult females.
Author’s Disclaimer: These characters belong to ShatterStorm Productions and are the creations of A. Magiluna Stormwriter and Shatterpath. They also belong in the Light, Water, Muses universe, tho’ this is a standalone within the whole of that universe.
Author’s Notes: Doggie always gives me the best prompts for this pairing. I really do cherish the fact that there is someone who willingly and willfully indulges my fetish and love for this couple. I've never had an OTP quite like Alex and Rachel. I hope I never tire of writing for them…
Beta: shatterpath, of course!
Dedication: To my muses. I’d be nowhere without them.
"Power"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
++ Rachel ++
(04-19-03)
"This is stupid," I snort in disgust, hands curling into fists where they hang in front of my chest. I'm tired and frazzled, and I really don't want to be doing this anymore. "I can't do it, okay?"
Dace huffs in frustration, her breath stirring past my ear to tickle the stray strands of hair that have escaped my ponytail. "Sure you can," she murmurs, voice low and steady, and I can feel the swell of her heavily pregnant stomach pressing into my back. "It's just a bookcase. Kat can do it, and she doesn't have half the ability you do. So what's stopping you? Hell, you threw my ass through the fence without thinking about it, and I probably weigh about that much now. So what's stopping you?"
As she questions me, her fingers move from cupping my elbows to stroking down my arms. One hand trails dangerously close to my navel, and I try to shy away from the teasing touch. She chuckles and purposely trails her fingers along that same spot.
"Dace," I growl, trying to pull away without giggling. "Stop it."
"Come on, Rach," she teases. "Just once, that's all I'm asking for. Show me you can do this. Kat and Alex speak so highly of how studly you are."
And with that, she backs away from me, leaving a void of coldness in her wake. I can sense she's still within easy reach, should I need anything further, but this is something I need to do for myself, by myself. I sent my wife and elder daughter away in frustration over two hours ago when my concentration felt more like a sieve than the impenetrable force it's supposed to be. Taking a deep breath, then a second, I will the distractions away, seeking that inner calm that my wife is so good at encouraging in me.
Another breath brings the delicious buzz of electricity traveling along my nerves from the soles of my feet up to the crown of my head to cascade out around me in an aura of power and confidence. Just that sensation causes my spine to straighten as I shift to rest my weight more firmly on the balls of my feet. Eyes closing, I imagine the empty bookcase floating a foot off the ground before me, as steady as if it's resting on the ground.
My hands unclench, fingers outstretched toward the wooden structure, and I do my best to channel the energy coursing through my body. Each breath brings me further into that centered calm I haven't tapped into since Rose was conceived. I could use my abilities to help bring that beautiful little girl into this world. I'll use them again to help Michael father a child with my Alex. And I can damned well use them to move a stupid bookcase.
"Cool! Matilda, you're doing it."
Dace's amused, awed reference to one of her favorite movies doesn't deter me in the slightest. In fact, it only spurs me on to keep trying. Not even when she moves to stand behind me again, belly pressed against my back, do I stop imagining that bookcase floating in the air.
The sensation of harnessing these energies that I've fought for so long is a very heady one. I can see why my grandfather and aunt were so hungry for the powers offered by the Dark Side. An image of my mother's face in my mind's eye makes me falter. To this day, I still feel the raw loss of her death keenly.
No matter how hard I try to regain my composure, I just can't. I jump at the loud crash, stumbling back against an equally startled Dace. "Damn," I mutter, seeing the disarray I've made of the library. There are books everywhere, shelving units fallen over. "Alexis is going to be pissed."
Dace snorts in amusement. "Not half as much as Dana will be when she sees the mess you've made."
"The mess I've made?" I ask, turning to stare at her. "Who the hell was it egging me on to lift that damned bookcase?"
She stares at me for a minute before pointing behind me. "Um, yeah, one bookcase, not the whole library, Rachel."
"Oh my god! What happened?"
The two of us turn as one to find Alex standing in the doorway. Just the sight of her reminds me of all of that energy coursing through me only moments ago. Without thought, I move to pull her close, mouth watering at her nearness suddenly. "It's okay, love," I reply softly. "Nobody's hurt."
"Are you sure?" she asks, glancing over at Dace, who's levering herself down onto the comfy couch in the corner. "Dace is awfully--"
"Tired, but okay," the blonde finishes for my love. "Seriously, I'm okay." She studies us for a long moment. "Rach, why don't you go regale your wife with the tales of your fantastic talents. I'll get this cleaned up."
"Dace, I can't let you do that," I reply, even as I want to take my wife home and do incredibly naughty things to her. Who knew using my abilities would be so exhilarating? "It's my own fault for this mess."
She smirks and waves her hand dismissively. "Go on, you love birds. Someone will take pity of poor preggers me. Or I'll whine at Dana and Alexis if it comes to that. You deserve a reward for passing your lesson."
With a broad grin, I grab Alex's hand and tug her out of the underground library, calling out my thanks as we leave. There are all sorts of things I want to try now that I've begun mastering my abilities.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Date in Calendar: 9 June 2008
Fandom: Poltergeist: the Legacy/LWM
Pairing: Alex/Rachel, Rachel&Dace friendship
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 950
Category: Reverberation
Series: Light, Water, Muses
Written for: AJ's Lusty Month of May 2008
Recipient: shatterpath
Prompt: It's been a long time since anyone's seen Rachel in full-out mage mode. Bet it's sexy as hell...
Summary: Stretching latent abilities has a way of turning animosity into supportive friendship.
Advertisement: Part of the FSAC:DD08
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of Lifetime Television, Kedzie Productions, Viacom Productions, and Paramount. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. . This site is in no way affiliated with "The Division", Lifetime Television, or any representatives of Bonnie Bedelia, Nancy McKeon, Lisa Vidal, or Tracey Needham. This site contains stories between two mature, consenting adult females.
Author’s Disclaimer: These characters belong to ShatterStorm Productions and are the creations of A. Magiluna Stormwriter and Shatterpath. They also belong in the Light, Water, Muses universe, tho’ this is a standalone within the whole of that universe.
Author’s Notes: Doggie always gives me the best prompts for this pairing. I really do cherish the fact that there is someone who willingly and willfully indulges my fetish and love for this couple. I've never had an OTP quite like Alex and Rachel. I hope I never tire of writing for them…
Beta: shatterpath, of course!
Dedication: To my muses. I’d be nowhere without them.
"Power"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
++ Rachel ++
(04-19-03)
"This is stupid," I snort in disgust, hands curling into fists where they hang in front of my chest. I'm tired and frazzled, and I really don't want to be doing this anymore. "I can't do it, okay?"
Dace huffs in frustration, her breath stirring past my ear to tickle the stray strands of hair that have escaped my ponytail. "Sure you can," she murmurs, voice low and steady, and I can feel the swell of her heavily pregnant stomach pressing into my back. "It's just a bookcase. Kat can do it, and she doesn't have half the ability you do. So what's stopping you? Hell, you threw my ass through the fence without thinking about it, and I probably weigh about that much now. So what's stopping you?"
As she questions me, her fingers move from cupping my elbows to stroking down my arms. One hand trails dangerously close to my navel, and I try to shy away from the teasing touch. She chuckles and purposely trails her fingers along that same spot.
"Dace," I growl, trying to pull away without giggling. "Stop it."
"Come on, Rach," she teases. "Just once, that's all I'm asking for. Show me you can do this. Kat and Alex speak so highly of how studly you are."
And with that, she backs away from me, leaving a void of coldness in her wake. I can sense she's still within easy reach, should I need anything further, but this is something I need to do for myself, by myself. I sent my wife and elder daughter away in frustration over two hours ago when my concentration felt more like a sieve than the impenetrable force it's supposed to be. Taking a deep breath, then a second, I will the distractions away, seeking that inner calm that my wife is so good at encouraging in me.
Another breath brings the delicious buzz of electricity traveling along my nerves from the soles of my feet up to the crown of my head to cascade out around me in an aura of power and confidence. Just that sensation causes my spine to straighten as I shift to rest my weight more firmly on the balls of my feet. Eyes closing, I imagine the empty bookcase floating a foot off the ground before me, as steady as if it's resting on the ground.
My hands unclench, fingers outstretched toward the wooden structure, and I do my best to channel the energy coursing through my body. Each breath brings me further into that centered calm I haven't tapped into since Rose was conceived. I could use my abilities to help bring that beautiful little girl into this world. I'll use them again to help Michael father a child with my Alex. And I can damned well use them to move a stupid bookcase.
"Cool! Matilda, you're doing it."
Dace's amused, awed reference to one of her favorite movies doesn't deter me in the slightest. In fact, it only spurs me on to keep trying. Not even when she moves to stand behind me again, belly pressed against my back, do I stop imagining that bookcase floating in the air.
The sensation of harnessing these energies that I've fought for so long is a very heady one. I can see why my grandfather and aunt were so hungry for the powers offered by the Dark Side. An image of my mother's face in my mind's eye makes me falter. To this day, I still feel the raw loss of her death keenly.
No matter how hard I try to regain my composure, I just can't. I jump at the loud crash, stumbling back against an equally startled Dace. "Damn," I mutter, seeing the disarray I've made of the library. There are books everywhere, shelving units fallen over. "Alexis is going to be pissed."
Dace snorts in amusement. "Not half as much as Dana will be when she sees the mess you've made."
"The mess I've made?" I ask, turning to stare at her. "Who the hell was it egging me on to lift that damned bookcase?"
She stares at me for a minute before pointing behind me. "Um, yeah, one bookcase, not the whole library, Rachel."
"Oh my god! What happened?"
The two of us turn as one to find Alex standing in the doorway. Just the sight of her reminds me of all of that energy coursing through me only moments ago. Without thought, I move to pull her close, mouth watering at her nearness suddenly. "It's okay, love," I reply softly. "Nobody's hurt."
"Are you sure?" she asks, glancing over at Dace, who's levering herself down onto the comfy couch in the corner. "Dace is awfully--"
"Tired, but okay," the blonde finishes for my love. "Seriously, I'm okay." She studies us for a long moment. "Rach, why don't you go regale your wife with the tales of your fantastic talents. I'll get this cleaned up."
"Dace, I can't let you do that," I reply, even as I want to take my wife home and do incredibly naughty things to her. Who knew using my abilities would be so exhilarating? "It's my own fault for this mess."
She smirks and waves her hand dismissively. "Go on, you love birds. Someone will take pity of poor preggers me. Or I'll whine at Dana and Alexis if it comes to that. You deserve a reward for passing your lesson."
With a broad grin, I grab Alex's hand and tug her out of the underground library, calling out my thanks as we leave. There are all sorts of things I want to try now that I've begun mastering my abilities.