Taken

Tom ended up spilling his coffee into his lap to hide the stains of his recent telekinetic fucking of that beautiful woman. It had seemed like a great idea at first, until he discovered that the brown liquid was not quite as cold as he first thought. After using all of his strength to contain his cries of anguish, he wiped most of it up with some paper towels. Still though, he would rather look like an idiot who spilled coffee in his lap than a pervert who just came in his pants in a public park.

On the drive back to his house, he kept replaying the events of the park over and over in his head. This power was going to be so much fun, new ideas kept springing into his head for how he could use it. All of which were great, but his mind kept drifting back to that woman. Who was she? Tom hoped he would be able to find her again.

Tom pulled in past a black van parked in front of his neighbor's house, and parked his crummy hatchback in his driveway. The engine sputtered to a stop as he jumped out, quickly making his way inside to change out of his now sticky underwear. As he closed the front door behind him, he jumped in surprise as a voice called out to him.

"Mr. Thatcher? Is that you?" The woman from the clinic who had stopped by earlier nervously stepped out of his living room into the main hall.

"Jesus!" Tom gasped as he caught his breath. "You nearly gave me a heart - wait, what are you doing in my house?"

Before she could answer, Tom suddenly felt something jam into his back, followed immediately by the buzz of a taser sending paralyzing shocks of electricity through his body.

"Ghghggg!" Tom grunted as he dropped hard to the carpet.

A black soled shoe stepped down by his face, and then he felt something injected into the side of his neck.

"Wha-?" He muttered groggily as he began to fade from the effects of whatever he had just been shot up with. His head lolled to the side, and the last thing he saw was two other people standing over him. One was a man he did not recognize holding a syringe as he stood from Tom's now immobile form. The other, he realized with a groggy start, was the woman from the park. She smiled at him as she wiggled her fingers in greeting, while her other hand gripped a lightly smoking taser.

With that view imprinted in his head, Tom faded away into unconsciousness.

"Wake up." A voice echoed somewhere far off in the distance.

"Mmmm, five more minutes, c'mon." Tom muttered as he began to drift slowly back into the sweet embrace of sleep.

"Now." The voice commanded.

Tom felt some sort of cool liquid flow from a slight prick in his arm into his veins. Suddenly, he was wide awake.

"Fuck!" Tom gasped, jolting up with a start as whatever he had just been injected with took affect.

As the stark room came quickly into focus, Tom saw a familiar face smiling at him from across the cold metal table. "What...you? Where am I? Who are you?" Tom spoke quickly as his heart began to race, either from the **** or the fear.

He felt his body up and down and realized he was wearing a grey jumpsuit. Someone had changed him when he had been out cold. His head swiveled about as he tried to take in his surroundings. He sat in a small windowless room with a large metal door behind him and a full length mirror directly across, behind the woman from the park.

"Calm down Tom, we need to talk." She said slowly.

He suddenly focused on her. She was now dressed completely different, black blazer, fully buttoned white blouse, and he could not see her lower half beneath the table. Without even thinking, he felt the hum form in his head and slowly ran telekinetic hands up the sides of her thighs. Pant. She was wearing pants now.

In a flash of movement that took Tom completely by surprise, the woman suddenly lunged across the table and slapped him across the face, shattering the hum from his head.

"Ow! What the fuck!" he cried out, grasping his face.

"No powers. Not yet. First we talk, understand?" She asked coldly.

"I - what? What powers, I don't know what you're - hey!" He yelled as she reached across and slapped him again.

"Understand?" She asked.

"Jesus, fuck! Yeah I understand." He grumbled, now rubbing the other side of his face.

"Good." She chirped in a satisfied voice. "Now first off, after what you did in the park, I don't think there's any point in trying to hide what you can do."

Tom gulped. "Look, about that..."

The woman held up a hand and cut him off. "We'll talk about that later. For now, we have some more important matters to discuss."

As she leveled her gaze at him, Tom was struck by her looks in an altogether different way. He was pretty sure his new abilities could easily overpower her, but he still could not shake the feeling that he was the one at the other's mercy. Tom realized he must be crazy, because this woman was somehow now even more attractive. Like a lioness stalking her prey.

"Are you listening?" She asked, shaking Tom out of his thoughts.

"Oh. Yes. Sorry."

On the other side of the glass, Lance stood next to Callie with his arms crossed. "Are the counter measures still green?" He asked out of the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm? Oh, yes." Callie held up her control pad to observe the readouts. "Nerve gas is on standby, sonic nullifier is primed, security is at the ready, and the door is locked."

"Good. And are we receiving input from the sensors?" He questioned.

They had installed various sensors in the man's clothing, as well as his chair, the ceiling, walls, floor, and even some beneath Renee's clothing for good measure. "All input is currently nominal. There was a spike in data when he did... whatever he did to piss Renee off, but I'll have to go through that more thoroughly after the interview."

"Hmm?" Lance glance at Callie, then back to the two way mirror. "Oh, Renee isn't pissed. If I had to guess, she's having the time of her life."

"Oh. She doesn't look like it." Callie muttered.

Lance just chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm sure you two are going to be very well acquainted before this is all over."

Callie eyed Lance up and down. She had to admit he was quite handsome, his features well defined even in his loose suit. "Well, I guess we'll all be well acquainted before this is over." She smiled.

"Not all of us. I've been assigned to another squad now that this operation is ground side. It's Renee's show now." Lance gave Callie a look that was either amusement or pity, she could not quite tell. "Don't let her have too much fun."

Callie looked back at the woman questioning the telekinetic man. She was not sure she could make that woman do anything.