>>“It was…strange. And exhausting and cold. It took nearly all of my concentration. It felt like…I wanted to spread apart and I needed to keep myself to together. But it was odd too because I could hear and see you, just barely, like I was looking through a veil of water. But…I just don’t know how any of that was possible considering that I was a puddle. This is really weird,”

"It is" Gemma nodded "Even though it kind of makes sense, with your mutation."

It really did. He was a water manipulator, who suddenly turned into water. In the mutant world, that was not as unnatural as it may seem.

"Kids have changes in their mutation from time to time" she told him, holding his hand "It is a part of who you are. Well... yes, it is strange that it happened so long after your abilities first showed, but... I guess, nature has its own tricks." she smiled at him "You'll have to learn to control yourself in water form, that's all. And watch out for pets who try to drink you."

Wouldn't that just be awkward.

>> "It is…Even though it kind of makes sense, with your mutation."

Another glance to her and Jorge shuddered slightly. He was still trying to come to terms with the fact that he had a whole new facet to himself that he would have to deal with. He had never anticipated that his abilities could grow, considering that the last time his mutation changed was way back when he was 15. But he was going to quickly have to adapt to this. As strange as it was, he needed to get over it and try to learn something new about himself all over again. He did it once when his powers first manifested so he could obviously do it again.

But turning into water?

Even though it seemed like a fairly obvious choice for his abilities to go, turning into water was completely different than manipulating it from afar. When he was that puddle, it really did feel like he was going to drift apart from himself and he hated that feeling. There was a definite fear that he would split away from himself but, then again, this was his first time changing into water. Maybe…maybe he could own it.

No…no maybes. He would have to own this! It was apart of him now so there was nothing that said he could not learn to control it. Gemma was right, maybe with some sort of practice he could figure out how to control this new ability.

Jorge closed his eyes momentarily as he thought back to what he had just done. His entire body had shifted into a smooth, regular ole puddle of water. Unfortunately he could not take his clothes with him, but…for now…one step at a time. But there was no telling how many uses he could find for an ability that the one he was manifesting. In a way it was both powerful and terrifying; it especially made him briefly wonder exactly how far he could push himself. He did not want to do that now, obviously, he was still too stressed out over what happened back in his kitchen. But…maybe he could practice some…

>> "Kids have changes in their mutation from time to time…It is a part of who you are. Well... yes, it is strange that it happened so long after your abilities first showed, but... I guess, nature has its own tricks…You'll have to learn to control yourself in water form, that's all. And watch out for pets who try to drink you."

His hand slipping into her’s and Jorge had to take a sigh of relief. God he was so thankful to have a woman like her in his life. He really did not know how this ordeal would have turned out had she not been around. He loved her and she seemed to reciprocate those feelings with utmost honesty. The knowledge of that could not make him any happier, but then something like this happens and she rushes to his side.

He had to smirk at his girlfriends comment and nudged her gently with his shoulder. He still would rather stay close to her but he knew that they needed to see the good DocProf. Hopefully the man would be able to provide some sort of insight.

But as Gemma’s last comment hit his ears, he soon found himself chuckling loudly. The idea was so silly and so humorous and at the same time scary to imagine. He did not know exactly what would happen but an arched brow at his dog Lizzie immediately set the Old English bulldog running for a place to hide. The innocent look on her face made the detective smirk and finally smile. He was feeling better than he had felt in a very long time. A glance over at Gemma’s brown eyes and Jorge finally sighed before he squeezed her hand and leaned over, giving her a well deserved, long kiss on her lips.

A deep calming breath and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers.

“How did I get so lucky as to have you in my life?” he asked, meaning every word of it.