Chapter 7: Chapter 07: So She Has Mind Powers?

CARTER

As he considered everything Allison had told him, Carter found himself even more confused and conflicted about their amazing sex last night. She couldn’t really believe she had mind powers, could she? Or could she really do all the things she said?

Last night couldn’t have been a dream. Not with her knowing all the dirty, horny details about what they’d done on his couch. Yet if she had slipped him something without his consent, that did bother him, even if he’d loved everything else.

The thing was... what he remembered didn’t feel like any high he’d ever experienced.

Back in Texas, he’d done most of the drugs all his other dumb friends had done. He’d smoked a ton of weed and tried some mushrooms, but none of those had felt like last night. He’d never been into the club or rave scenes, so while he’d heard about drugs that caused hallucinations, he’d never taken any and had nothing to compare last night too.

Ultimately, as he struggled to figure out how Allison had made him think he was in a dream, he realized how she’d done it didn’t matter. The real problem was that Allison apparently believed she had mind powers. He’d heard people who suffered from delusions could violently lash out if someone threatened to shatter those delusions, and that...

Could that be what Agent Holloway was worried about last night?

Would Allison turn all psycho killer if he asked her to change the size of her breasts or move something with her mind, and she couldn’t? Had she gone psycho on someone last night who did just that? Was that why the FBI was chasing her?

Yet as she waited silently for his response, confident and alert yet still somehow vulnerable, Carter simply couldn’t imagine this cute, kind, thoughtful woman hurting anyone. She just didn’t seem the type. The only other option he could think of was to try to take her to the hospital and get her mentally checked out, which also absolutely did not feel right.

Once he set aside her bizarre claims about “reconfiguration” and telekinesis, she was absolutely in her right mind. He’d once dated a girl who believed she could see people’s auras—faint colors around them—and her beliefs hadn’t caused anyone any harm. Moreover, the FBI was hunting Allison. They’d snag her in the hospital for sure, and he couldn’t let that happen.

So she’d stay, for now. He’d let her stay with him, because crazy or not, throwing her out on her ass was not an option. He couldn’t bear to do that to her. But if she was staying...

He had to find out how she’d react when confronted with the fact that she couldn’t change her body at will or move stuff with her mind. So how could he safely do that? As she continued to silently observe him, he decided.

He’d leave her an out. He’d ask her to move something with her mind, and when she couldn’t, if she started getting antsy, he would suggest she remained exhausted from last night. That would give her a way to justify her failure and keep her beliefs intact while also giving him a clue as to how she might react if anyone ever challenged her about this.

“All right,” Carter said quietly. “I’ll admit all you’ve told me is a bit hard to swallow.”

“Just like last night,” Allison deadpanned.

Carter blinked at her. “That’s... kind of a weird time to make a joke?”

“I’m sorry.” Allison looked visibly chagrined. “I’m still learning the intricacies of humor. I will not try to lighten the conversation again.”

“No, that’s fine, it was a good joke,” Carter assured her cautiously. “It’s just the timing was off, since you’re trying to convince me you have mental powers and I’m... having trouble.”

“Which I completely understand.”

“So, you’ve said it’s going to be real difficult for me to believe you. I’ve never met anyone with powers like you say you have.”

Allison nodded. “What can I do to convince you I’m telling the truth?”

Here it was. She was going right at what he’d been worried about, offering to do something she couldn’t do. The moment she failed, she could snap... mentally.

Yet she wasn’t armed, he was bigger and taller, and if she did go nuts, he was confident he could restrain her without hurting her. He already knew what he’d tell her to calm her down. There was no better time to gauge her reaction than right now.

“All right,” Carter decided. “How’s this? Move something with your mind.”

“What would you like me to move?”

Damn, she sounded so confident about this. It actually made him nervous. Still, he’d have to make her failure believable.

Carter set down his fork. “Move this.”

“Where?”

“To the end of the counter.”

“Of course,” Allison said. “Give me a moment.” She focused intently on the fork.

Nothing happened. Carter mentally ran through how best to sound convincing when he told her she was tired. He’d just opened his mouth when the fork visibly rattled on the table.

His jaw dropped. It dropped further as the fork rattled its way slowly along the counter, all on its own. It kept going to the end, and then, it toppled off the counter.

Allison’s gasp tore his gaze from the fork to her. He found her breathing as hard as she had last night. She now supported herself on the counter with two clenched hands.

She looked on the verge of collapsing again. “I didn’t mean to drop it.”

Carter hopped off the stool and rushed around the counter to steady her before she could fall. “Did you just... holy shit!”

She eased backward into his arms. Her ass pressed firmly against the front of his jeans as the rest of her melted against his chest. “Would you mind holding me a minute?”

Carter wrapped both arms around her waist and held her steady. He needed to know she was okay. She breathed against him, sighed a little, then nodded.

“I’m all right now,” she assured him. “That took more energy than I expected.”

He kept holding her. “Want me to let you go?”

“You can hold me as long as you wish,” she assured him. “So. Did I pass the test?”

Carter’s mouth went dry as he mentally played back the fork. “Well...”

She craned her neck to look up at him expectantly.

“You moved the goddamn fork,” Carter whispered. “And that exhausted you?”

As much as he wanted to continue to deny her wild statements, he’d just seen this woman move a fork with her goddamn mind. He’d always been the type that believed his eyes, ears, and heart, and all of those now assured him Allison had mind powers. Everything he knew about his world said this was impossible... but people learned new things every day.

Allison looked ahead and leaned back into him with another contented sigh. “I fear I overestimated the extent of my recovery. I went almost six days without vigor, and I need repeated donations to recover. I have enough for another demonstration if you like.”

“Another demonstration.” Carter was still awake, and he was now standing in his kitchen with a genuine magician. Only one question mattered. “Can you afford that?”

“I can. I would like to.”

So what’s the easiest thing you can do?”

“In what regard?”

“What’s easiest for you to do if you’re this tired? I don’t want to wear you out.”

“Oh.” She went quiet for a moment. “How about a simple reconfiguration? Eye color requires very little effort and won’t come near to exhausting me. Would you like to see me change the color of my eyes?”

“Yeah,” Carter agreed. “I think that’d be pretty amazing, actually.”

She slipped away just enough to turn a 180 without leaving his arms, then pressed against him front to front. As much as this wasn’t the time, he suddenly really wanted to kiss her again. She’d obviously be cool with that, but... no. He needed to see the rest.

“What color?” she asked. “We can go through several.”

“Blue,” Carter decided.

She didn’t break their gaze, but she did blink. When she opened her eyes again, her irises had turned bright blue.

Carter couldn’t help it. He gasped, and Allison smirked with what might be satisfaction. She wasn’t just trying to make him believe this. She was showing off.

“Next?” she asked. “Another color?”

Carter gave up on figuring anything else out and decided to focus purely on how cool this was. “Can you do any weird ones?”

“Weird?”

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“Like unnatural.” He remembered an old horror movie he’d watched with his friends one night when they were all really drunk. “What about stark white?”

She closed her eyes once more, and when they opened, both her pupils and iris were as milky white as a cooked egg. Despite how attractive she looked otherwise, Carter involuntarily winced. It was like she’d just been possessed by a demon, though... demons didn’t exist.

Right?

She blinked rapidly and restored her eyes to their former light green. Her brow furrowed as she peered up at him in visible concern. “Was that unpleasant?”

“I asked for it.” He gave her waist a squeeze to assure her he wasn’t freaked out... or at least, not any more freaked out than anyone would be. “And you can do more than your eyes?”

“Changing my appearance is simply a matter of shifting and reconfiguring the mass available to me. Currently, my mass is configured in the shape of what you see as a five-nine human woman with shoulder-length red hair. I will remain that way as long as you wish.”

“So you’re... not human?” As much as he’d never believed that anything supernatural existed, he’d heard the word demon many times. Carter was almost afraid to ask the question.

She smiled up at him again. “Of course not. I’m an alien from another planet.”

Carter chuckled at yet another joke, but then it occurred to him that it probably wasn’t a joke. “You’re serious?”

“I’m Allison,” she reminded him. “But yes, I’m also an alien.”

Carter didn’t even know how to respond to that, but given he’d actually encountered the Men in Black last night, she fit the profile. He certainly had no better way to explain all he’d just seen, and aliens, at least were... plausible? Unlike ghosts, demons, or other supernatural stories, most everyone believed life must exist on planets other than Earth.

It was the distances involved in interstellar travel that were the real problem.

“I think I need to sit down now,” he said. “Can we go sit on the couch?”

“I’d like that,” she agreed. “It’s quite comfortable, and you can hold me as we talk.”

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Carter agreed.

With one arm firmly around her waist, they walked together to his inviting blue couch. Allison motioned for him to sit down first, and once he did so, she hopped into his lap. Before he could say anything else, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

Carter kissed her right back, then groaned against her lips as she knowingly ground her ass directly on top of his straining jeans. His morning wood was back with a vengeance, but she.... she was an alien! They really needed to sort that out before he fucked her again.

Because even if she was an alien, he was absolutely going to fuck her again.

Carter broke their kiss and gripped her waist gently, just enough to stop her from grinding on him just yet.  “Hold on, slow down. I have questions.”

“Can I continue to sit in your lap while you ask them?”

“Sure,” Carter agreed. “Just don’t grind on me.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I like it way too much. But first, we still need to talk about the fact that you’re from another planet. I’ve never met an alien, and you don’t feel like one.” Given all she’d showed him, he truly did believe her, and he was actually almost... okay with it?

She wasn’t a demon. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to handle a demon. There had been one particular type... succubi?... that supposedly stole men’s cum while they slept. Just a way for horny monks to explain away wet dreams, yet now... Carter wondered.

“You most certainly have met aliens, though not to your knowledge,” Allison said. “There are a small number of us on your planet at all times, observing and documenting your progress as a species. Others come for tours and some even pose as human, as I do.”

“So is Allison even your real name?”

Of course it wasn’t. She’d literally picked it off a name tag in the back of his Subway. He felt stupid for asking that, but he did want to know her real name.

Her lips quirked. “What do you think?”

“I think it’d be pretty weird to meet a woman from another planet named Allison.”

“As a naturally telepathic species, my people don’t actually have names. When we communicate with each other mentally, we have, for lack of a better translation, an identity. Such identities are as unique as your fingerprints, so we have no need for names.”

“Oh,” Carter said. “So I can just keep calling you Allison?”

“My former partners have given me many names. I’d welcome you to choose any name you like for me. I have no preference.”

“What was your last name?”

“My former partner chose to call me Sarenia.”

“Huh.” Carter mentally tossed the concept of former partner in the same brain bin as ex-girlfriend, both of which they wouldn’t discuss just yet. “Do you like it?”

“As I said, I don’t have a strong preference. What name do you like?”

He mentally replayed everything they’d been through together in the short time since they’d met, including the sex. As much as he wanted to let her stick with her old name—Sarenia—that name didn’t feel like her to him. “I still like Allison.”

“Then Allison I shall be.”

“It’s that easy?”

“I don’t actually notice the specific intonation of the name you choose for me. Rather, I feel what you feel when you say it. When you say the name Allison, meaning me, it causes pleasant mental echoes. It warms me when you say my name.”

“Wow,” Carter said quietly. “That’s beautiful.”

She smiled. “So are you.

She certainly talked like an alien sometimes. “I’m ruggedly handsome, actually, and also, did you just steal my line?”

“Apologies. I give it back. You can use it to seduce me later.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “There’s just one more thing I need to know before we continue this. It’s not something I’d normally ever ask a woman I just met, but I think I have to.”

“If I can, I will answer.”

“You said you can change shapes. But... as an alien, I mean... how old are you?”

“On what scale?”

That threw him for a moment, but then he thought he might have it figured out. “By scale, are we talking about the time it takes a planet to orbit around its sun?”

“Precisely.” She looked pleased. “I apologize for not answering immediately, but age is often a matter of complexity when different spacefaring species compare.”

 “Right,” he agreed. “I can see how it would be.”

“I need to know the parameters you wish me to use before I can offer accurate information. Most spacefaring species estimate their ages by the rotation times of their home planets, even if born on colonies. Unfortunately, my species no longer has a home planet.”

“They don’t?” That sounded incredibly sad, but he wasn’t going to ask her to expand if she didn’t offer. It didn’t sound like something anyone would want to talk about.

“When we are ‘born’, as you say, for purposes of interstellar law and commerce, we actually track two ages... the age we are by our home planet’s rotation, which is how laws regarding age are officially applied to us, and the age we are by the planet on which we were born. Which we track for fun.”

He considered. “Can you track your age by the rotation of Earth?”

She smiled and offered a nod. “Now I understand your concerns, and I am happy to put them to rest. When using the twenty-four hour, three-hundred sixty-five day calendar by which your species tracks age, I am currently 24.32 years old. Accounting for leap years.”

“Whew,” Carter said. She was freakishly good at math, and somehow, that only made her hotter. Smart women always turned him on.

“Would you like to know my other ages?”

“No, I think that’s plenty good for now.”

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