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[un_gloved]

Rogue had been good at pool before she got to the island. Now she was a master. She cracked the racked balls with one deft shot and sunk two. She gave a low, pleased whistle and moved around the table to set up her next one. The jukebox was playing an Emmylou Harris song. She'd finally gotten it to play real country.

"J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout. Ce que j'ai pu. J'ai fait tout, j'ai fait tout ce que j'ai pu.'

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[pokerplayereyes.livejournal.com]

Ned frowned, his hand smoothing over her shoulder, a small comforting touch.

"Not anymore though, huh?"

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully not," she said, looking down, but not pulling away from the contact.

"I've never not had my powers for so long. There were- a man, a professor, he's been helpin' me since I was a teenager. He put safeguards in check, t'help me. But if powers don't work here, then neither do those, 'n... I dunno," she said, much more quietly.

"It's been okay, so far." She shook herself slightly, then looked up again, offering a smile. "Just take it one step at a time, right?"

[pokerplayereyes.livejournal.com]

He tilted her chin up and bent his head to give her a small, sweet, reassuring kiss.

"Baby steps."

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

She curled up against him, leaving her face tipped up into the kiss. When it broke, she rested her temple against his shoulder.

"Yeah," she sighed. "It'll work out."

[pokerplayereyes.livejournal.com]

"Course it will," said Ned, with a confidence he hadn't felt up until right then, with his arm curled around, holding her against him.