Butcher's Bill Interlude 1

Aisha snorted. Really think it's us you should be apologizing to? She'd seen the way Alec hurried towards that shower. Dude was hobbling. He'd told her before that overdoing shit with his power gave him muscle cramps; but when he'd taken her over she hadn't had a single one. So either Butcher's powers had interfered, or Taylor had freaked out and he'd had to rush it.

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Like she fucking thought, Alec was curled up in a ball on the floor of Taylor's shower, not even having bothered to take off his body armor. Aisha faded in slowly, so he wouldn't startle. He didn't look up, choosing to support his head on his arms where they were folded over his knees. He could see his whole body shiver and spasm, muscles briefly outlined against the fabric of his suit. "I...hic fucking... hic-hate... using my power on involuntary -hic- functions."

"That's the thing where it hurts too much to make people shit themselves that you told me about, right?" Imp asked. "Because of, like, reflexes or whatever?"

"Yeah. Had to -hic- keep her calmed -hic- down, though." Regent took a deep breath and held it, trying to get his hiccups under control. "And then she panicked anyways and I still had to -hic- rush."