31 Day Writing Challenge #2: Day 14 - 'He Clenched His Fist...'

He clenched his fist, frustrated, he started pacing but after five seconds, he banged the side of fingers and his forearms against the window and just leaned there, helpless.

He knew he'd lost control; the window was freezing over; the once warm air was now decidedly chilly. The cold air surrounded him. He didn't care, he didn't rein in his power. Then he saw her shiver in her sleep. Through the rapidly freezing window, he saw her stir and wake up. Then she was gone, the frost so thick that the window was useless. T.J. was about to draw the cold back when he was handprints appear from the other side of the glass. Then they were gone, replaced moments later by imprints made by someone leaning their back against the window. Even her arms were pushed against the cold. It was like she needed as much skin to feel the frost as possible. That wasn't like her. Amber didn't over-heat. Ever. Her power meant she couldn't.

They had always been a couple of contradictions: both individually and together. Amber's power was heat; his was cold. Their personalities opposed each other and their own powers. Amber was level-headed and calm. Cool and collected. T.J. was the hot-head, the fiery one with hands of ice. But they worked, you couldn't have one without the other. Cold and hot, T.J. and Amber. It just made sense.

But then Amber had announced she was taking part in a medical trial to suppress her power. She wouldn't be able to use it - even if she lost control. She'd been in the clinic for weeks and was getting sicker by the day. The coughing and nightly nose-bleeds came first. She could deal with them, had been able to go on with daily life. Then her body temperature went haywire. She was always an ice-block or an inferno. It made sense, her power and body temperature were directly linked. Her power caused her to always be warmer than everyone else and automatically regulated her body so that intense heat or cold didn't get to her. But now, even heat bothered her. That wasn't right.

Well, if his girl needed cooled down, that was easy done. T.J. directed his power towards Amber, swirling the cold around her. He saw her body relax in relief and heard her giggle.

He'd missed that sound. He hadn't heard it in so long, not since before they had stopped letting him into her room.