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poster: AllyGirl date: 22 September 2001, 11:06am EST The blue light started spinning slowly around Maera and Hank. They looked over at each other and immediately regretted it as the rest of the world kind of tilted. "It's not advisable to look around during the measuring procedure," Ororo said calmly. Maera could have sworn that she was laughing under that calm, though. "Okay, so now you tell us," Maera moaned. She wasn't able to move her hand up to hold her head or she would have. "Almost done," Ororo informed them cheerfully. "You know, 'Ro, you sound a lot like those nurses in hospitals who tell you that the shot's not gonna hurt any little bit. They're always so *nice*, and then they *stab* you with that thing like their lives depended on it," Maera said in a conversational tone. "I know." Ororo didn't sound at all concerned that she sounded like the she-bitch nurses Maera had been subjected to as a child. Finally the blue like kind of drew up into itself, but Maera really didn't feel like moving quite yet. That last spin had been a doosey. "I believe that I would like to sit down," Hank said slowly, and he proceeded to do just that on the floor. "Good idea," Maera decided, and she joined him. "We all have to go through it, you know," Ororo said, coming over to sit on the bench next to them. "I remember how horrible it was when I was measured. I was the first, and Scott and Jean--two of our other members--were standing in front of me looking like they were scared out of their wits. We only had one measuring pad then, but with the Professor recruiting at the rate he is, we thought it would be better if there were two." "How many members of the team are there?" Maera asked, suddenly realizing that she had no clue about this. "There are six members right now, not counting you two. We mostly all go by codenames. You might want to start thinking of yours. Let's see...there's Scott, otherwise known as Cyclops, Logan, or Wolverine, Kurt, or Nightcrawler, and myself. I go by Storm on the field. Jean and Rogue are on the team, but Jean doesn't feel she needs a codename and Rogue doesn't really need one," Ororo explained. Maera felt like her head was spinning again. That was a lot to take in. Names, codenames. It figured that Jean would feel that she was safe enough not to need one, self-righteous...oh, never mind. Thinking hurt. "Well, are you guys ready to finish the tour? We've still got the gardens and outdoor grounds to go over," Ororo said, standing up. "Oh, sure, why not. It won't matter if I can barely stay upright, will it?" Maera muttered good-naturedly. She smiled as Hank rose and then reached a hand down to help her up. That's the kind of man she was used to, sweet and courteous.
poster: Jen date: 22 September 2001, 10:31pm EST OOC: I am a chicken. That is the only excuse for this. Sarah looked up at the sky and noticed the clouds rolling in. It was notably cooler than it had been when she entered the studio. A shiver of fear went up her spine and she immediately headed for the train station. She had to get back to the school, or at least off the streets, before the temperature dropped further. Besides, it was time to go back and face the music for my outburst at the Summers’. And I owe Max an apology for running out on him like that. Max first. Maybe I can get Mr. Logan to intervene with the Summers’. I could hear him playing the guitar playing and the singing from down the hall so he was obviously in, so I knocked. Tasting the air, I understood part of the reason for the slurred and muffled, "go away" that came though the heavy door. The rest of it was likely me getting him in trouble again, which was why I was there in the first place and I wasn’t leaving until I apologized, even if I had to sit outside this door all night. After all, he had to pee or get hungry at some point and I could apologize. "Max?" "I wouldn’t if I were you. He’s been in there all day singing and playing that guitar." "Huh? Oh, hi um..." Sarah racked her brain for the blond guy’s name. "St. John. Is that a bad thing?" St John shrugged. "It’s usually followed up be a thorough trashing of the Danger Room." "Oh."- "Nobody else has been invited in, but maybe you’ll have better luck." "Thanks," She turned back to the door and resumed her knocking. "Max, It’s Sarah. Please open the door."
poster: nacey date: 23 September 2001, 1:44pm EST OOC: So like, I wrote this all up in the window, and then Nutscrape crashed, and my sister told me to fucking shut up as I was wailing. What a bitch. So now I have to write it all over again. Sarah. My thoughts were like molasses thanks to the whiskey, so it took me a moment for the name to register. Sarah. She was back? I whimpered. "Max? Are you okay?" "No." "What's wrong?" I howled. "I can't get up!" I could hear her breath impatiently. "Max... please. I really need to talk to you." I surpressed a groan, and with gargantuan effort, I rolled over. Ow. Lying on guitar. Guitar hurts. I pulled my arms underneath me, pushed myself up and made a wobbly attempt to stand up. Stagger, stagger, thump, yowch! Kicked the bed. Lean on bed, stagger to bookshelf, nearly fall over, make an attempted (read ATTEMPTED) beeline to the door. Fail. Slam into door. Grab doorknob. Open. There. That wasn't so hard, now, was it? As I opened the door, Sarah's face drew blank. She stared. At me. Why was she looking at me like that? I leant on the doorframe, scratching my head. "You okay?" She nodded thoroughly, the corner of her mouth sliding up, her eyebrow mirroring the movement. "Fine. Just... fine." "Kay," I nodded. "Come in then." I waited for her to step in the door, then slammed it with an angry pout. I then locked it, and gave a bird to an invisible Jean and Scott. "Bastards." I could hear Sarah clear her throat a little, and as she walked past she let a cool breeze in. Cold... cold bottom, cold... Oh my God. Naked. I'm naked. You know, in one's life, one could imagine forgetting their homework, or forgetting their sweater or their wallet on the train... but I wasn't sure how the HELL I could forget I was walking around like the DAY I was damned well BORN! Perhaps it was the fur. It kept me warm, and I hadn't had it all my life so... oh God I needed more whiskey. I drank it all. Damn me. I turned and looked to Sarah, and her eyes were... oh dear G... She'd been staring at my ass. It took all my self control not to thump my head against the door. Of course, now there was a great dilemma that faced me. If I suddenly shreik and grab a pillow and cover my nakedness, it would look really really stupid, especially considering how laid back and cool I was about it two seconds ago. I mean, that's like ... I dunno ... taking back a present or something. Then again, I didn't want her to see me naked for the first time like this, whilst I was in a drunked stupor. That's just rude. It then occurred to me that my guitar was just sitting there. Maybe I could make my way over to the bean-bag real leisurely like, and then sort of, pick up the guitar and pluck it, like I was just hanging out, being the cool guy I was. Oh geez, who was I kidding. I'm standing here naked, and she's looking at me. Looking at all of me. Damn, I just wish she looked more amused and not like she's come to tell me she killed my cactus. I turned and moved towards the bean bag. The guitar was my only hope. Sure as hell my balance wasn't, because it left me like so many of Custer's men and I found myself toppling over onto the bean-bag I was aimed for. I was face down, my howl of pain filling the room. Stubbed my toe on the damned crate at the end of my bed again. "Oh my God!" She giggled, I could feel her hands on my back, and they were shaking. "You all right?" I rolled over slowly, wincing, rubbing my face. "Yes... er..." I looked over to the guitar, grabbed it and put it in my lap, covering the more obscene aspect of my nudity. She sighed, glancing at the guitar before focusing back on her hands fiddling in her lap as she sat cross legged on the floor. "I'm sorry about this morning," she said. "About running off like that..." After adjusting the guitar I looked up at her, frowning probably a little childishly. "Why'd you go away?" "I - I don't know. I just needed to get out of here." Sarah gave him a wry smile. "Besides if they hadn't barged in. How long before it became more than just a tickle fight?" I shrugged, no smile on my face. I leant back on the bean bag, sighing at the ceiling. "I don't know." She nodded. "Exactly. Anyway... that's not all I'm sorry about." Now I was confused. "What else have you got to be sorry for?" "I should have stuck up for you. It was my fault. I shouldn't have let you take the heat for me." I couldn't help it - I smiled. I brought my hand up, stroking her cheek gently, a whole bunch of adoration probably in my eyes (hell I was drunk, it was probably constantly there). "No use both of us getting in trouble," I said. "Besides, I was the one that started the tickling." She frowned, "Yeah but-" I stopped her with a clawed fingertip to her mouth and shook my head. "What's done is done, Sarah." I shifted my hand and stroked her cheek again. God she was so beautiful. She sighed, looking away, and I continued to stroke her cheek and neck, lightly. She leaned into it a moment, then opened her eyes, looking across me. She gave a frown, and grabbed the empty bottle of whiskey. "O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?" I gave a humoured frown. "You callin me a churl?" She wagged the bottle in her hand. "Yeah, well you drank all the booze." "You know what the next line is right?" I said with a cheeky grin. She gave me an unimpressed smirk. "Yeah," I said, "You gotta kiss me now." "Well you're supposed to be dead," she replied. I threw my head back, rolled my eyes back in their sockets and stuck out my tongue, making a melodramatic 'urk' noise. I could hear her shifting, and a cool hand rested on my chest as she leant over the backwards curve my body took on the stupid bean-bag. Her chest rested against the side of mine (there was a guitar in the way after all), and those soft delicious lips wrestled my tongue back into my mouth and kissed me. She growled. "Max... Dead tongue's don't fight." I groaned. "Baby, I'm so not dead." "Huh?" I shifted and winced. "This guitar is getting uncomfortable." I blushed. She ticked a brow, and there was a look in her eyes that I'd seen before, though usually it was laced with uncertainty. There was none now. She grabbed the neck of the guitar. "Then get rid of it," she said, and pulled it away, placing it aside. My heartbeat was instantly in my ears then, and dear God, how I needed this. I pulled her on top of me, and wrapping my arms around her I kissed her deeply, tracing her lips with my own, cradling her body in my hands and just... clinging to her a little I guess. She didn't seem to mind, as her little noises of approval told me. This was so bad, but after the day I'd had, I really *really* didn't care. Obviously, neither did Sarah. As I kissed her hungrily, my hands delved to the tank-top she was wearing, peeling it away. My heart stopped when I saw she wasn't wearing a bra... Oh Mommy. I'd said she was beautiful before. See, I was totally understating the whole topic of Sarah and how damned perfect I thought she was. She was freakin' gorgeous. I let my arms wind around her again, pulling her against me. I let my lips roam over her neck, my hand cradling her shoulder as I held her close to me. My other hand dropped down her back, and as it did it ran over something rough. I frowned, and upon sniffing in in alarm, I noticed it. Shit, how the hell did I not notice it before? Blood... I smelt blood. I leant back, looking worried. "Sarah... you're bleeding..." She glanced over her shoulder and smiled a little. "Don't worry. It's just the present I bought for myself today." I swallowed. "You bought an injury?" Her smiled widened, and she cradled my jaw in my hands as she got comfortable straddling my lap. This did two great things. First, it brought her breasts together nicely because of the way her arms were positioned, and secondly, it brought them all the more closer to my face. She shook her head. "I got myself a tattoo," she said, pouting her lips before wrapping her arms around my neck. "What is it of?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Well, once it heals, which shouldn't be in too long a time, you can take off the bandage and find out, hmm?" Ohhh yeah, I thought, that's tellin' me. I brought my hands up the sides of her waist, her chest, skimming the edge of those breasts I'd only had a hand on once before (an experience I *really* wanted to repeat). Considering Sarah's enthuseasm, it looked like I'd get the chance. Perhaps today wouldn't suck so much afterall. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Logan was in a shit mood. First off, he upset Marie that morning. Sweet Jesus, he loved the woman to tears, but she couldn't cook to save her freakin' life. He tried to eat as much of it as he could, but even he, superhealer, had to avoid little things like *food poisoning*. When he said he didn't feel like the bacon (or charcoal strips as they're known to the rest of the world), she pouted, grabbed his plate of 'food' and threw it in the bin. "Fine!" she said, "Don't eat it!" "It's not that I don't want to," he said, "But did you look at it?" Wrong thing to say, Wolverine. She'd been barely speaking to him all day, and he had kinda been looking forward to a long day in with his girl. 'Kay, he thought, have to think up something to make it up to her. It was while he was strolling past the fussball table that something registered to him as odd. He'd been traipsing all around the school today in his mood, and there were two things he hadn't seen. Max, or Sarah. Max he knew had been sulking in his room all day. He could hear the bad guitar playing from the other side of the damned school, to say nothing of is Godawful singing. Logan stopped, looking to St. John who tortured the little blue men in the fussball table by spinning them around and making them attack a perfectly innocent little white soccer ball. "Fireball," he said, and St John glanced up in response. "Where's Sarah?" St. John frowned as he battle to win the game against Bobby. "She was out all day, or that's what Cass said. I saw her before - she was going into Max's room. Figured the poor guy could use the company." He gave an amused shrug, but his amusement soon melted away as he saw the look of murder on Logan's face. Logan knew Max's routine. The naked guitar playing, and it usually stopped at that. He also knew Max's track record for spiriting away (pardon the pun) bottles of alcohol. He'd caught the boy smashed out of his mind once or twice before. He turned a blind eye to it, because he knew how bad the kid had it. And it was really quite rare that Max got into a state so very bad that he dipped into hidden alcohol stashes. Yearly, tops. Apparently, Max felt bad. Real bad. And he was playing guitar naked - that was troublesome enough. Logan now turned, bolting for the boy's room. He just hoped things weren't as bad as he thought they'd be.
poster: Jen date: 24 September 2001, 10:55am EST OOC: Thanks to Nacey for the Max guidance. I couldn't have done it without you girl. Logan raced up the stairs, almost knocking down Ororo in his haste to reach the two overly hormonal teenagers. Sniffing the air as he hit Max’s hall. He smelled the mixed scents of alcohol, arousal, and, Sweet Jesus, blood. Growling, he tried the door. Locked? Shit. Max couldn’t be that stupid. "Max, open the dammed door." Growling, Max dumped Sarah on the floor and headed for the door. "What. Do. You. Want?" he snapped, flipping the lock and wrenching the door open. The shocked and furious look on Logan’s face, terrified Sarah, who quickly scrambled for her shirt. Shit. Did he just yell at Wolverine? While naked. And drunk. With the door locked. Fuck. We’re dead. We’re so dead. "Dressed now. Both of you," Wolverine growled. Sarah caught Logan’s murderous gaze over Max’s shoulder, and moved to comply as fast as she could. But not Max. He just stood there blocking the door, growling ominously. "No," he growled, staring Logan down. Sarah watched his hands, claws popping and retracting almost spasmodically. Sarah grabbed a pair of shorts from his laundry basket and thrust them into his hands. "Here Max please," Max looked down at them for a moment before tossing them back on the floor. Shit. He looked like he wanted a fight. They both did. Moving between the two angry men wasn’t the wisest move I’ve ever made by a long shot, but I’d really rather this not degenerate into bloodshed. Now that Sarah was closer, Logan caught the scent of the ink too and calmed down a bit, assured that Max hadn’t lost control and hurt her. "Christ girl, another tattoo?" "Yes, sir." Well that seemed to help. Logan looks far less homicidal, still pissed, but not homicidal. But Max is still naked. And drunk, and ready to kill his mentor. "Now get the hell out." And talking without checking in at his brain first, apparently. "Sarah out," Logan said grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the door. I could have told him was a Very Bad Idea. I think he just figured that out though because he let go, when Max’s snarling moved up a notch. "No." Max grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him. Logan countered buy grabbing my other arm and dragging me back toward him. Whoever said that having two men fight over you was a good thing, obviously never ended up as the rope in a game of tug-of -war between two feral mutants. These two are pulling me back and forth so hard, it’s a damned good thing I have a healing factor, or I’d be black and blue. As it is, I think one of them is going to break my arm soon. Time to go girl. "Stop it. You’re hurting me." Well that stopped the growling and the pulling. Neither one is letting go though. They’re still glaring at each other. Sizing each other up. When did my life get this complicated? I’m a little pissed that neither of them seems to be fawning over me to check that I’m okay. I mean really guys. I just whined and said you were hurting me. A little TLC would be nice here. "I'm not letting go," Max snapped. "I'm sick of letting go. They told me to let go this morning and I'm *NOT* doing it." Logan raised an eyebrow. "This morning?" "Jean and Scott," Max growled. "I couldn't even tickle her without them down my throat! No one's taking her away from me again Logan took a step back and sighed. "I’m not taking her away." Then what the hell was that Sarah tug-of-war about? Huh? Strained muscles, deep bruises, hmm? "Dammed right." "Now that we’ve got that settled, could you put some pants on for God’s sakes?" Sarah stifled her giggle and retrieved the discarded shorts handing them back to Max. Max accepted the shorts Sarah handed him, but put her behind him, before putting them on. "What happens between me and Sarah is our business." "No, it’s not. She’s barely sixteen." Max growled in frustration and I lost it. I mean really. These people were acting like I was a little kid, but I should really learn to keep my mouth shut because "Oh please. I lost my virginity a long time ago," was just not the thing to say.
poster: nacey date: 24 September 2001, 3:16pm EST Virginity? Gone? I mentally slapped myself. For Christ's sakes, she knew what she was doing on your lap, you idiot. Oh geez. Logan's face. Oh man I wish I had a camera. Tee-hee-hee he's so pissed! Oh... shit. He's pissed. "Not the point," he said firmly. "Whatever happened elsewhere, it don't happen here." He eyed her firmly. "Got it, princess?" Sarah narrowed her eyes, and I flipped. I stepped forward, narrowing my eyes at Logan too, and grit my teeth. "Imagine," I said in my lowest, roughest, most threatening tone, "That you have all the drives of a sexually active adult..." He cocked a brow. "You got a girl, and she's fucking hot. She's beautiful. She's been on your mind since the day you saw her and you nearly gave up your fucking life for her... in fact you did. Jean brought you back, with a little help of your healing abilities." Logan flared a nostril, and I continued. "But EVERYONE around you says, don't touch her. Don't fuck her. Don't you even dare you dirty little shit. And inside, there's an animal..." I glare now. "And it's going fucking INSANE!!" Something in Logan shifted. His brow descended, and he glanced to Sarah for a moment. His hands came up, just to touch Max's shoulder, and Max snarled, backing up in front of Sarah. Logan sighed. "Max... Max come on now. I'm not gonna take her." He eyed him firmly. "I'm NOT gonna take her. She's safe, okay?" "Where do you want me to go?" Logan gave him a steady stare. "You know you're not feeling right, huh?" Feeling right? I was drunk, I was moody, I was horny, I wanted to break shit, I wanted to fuck the lights out of Sarah RIGHT NOW... I shook my head, dizziness trying to take me. I wouldn't let it. Sarah stared at me with worry. "Max?" I whimpered. "Sarah..." Me legs suddenly lost all their feeling, as did the rest of me. Everything went black. ~~~~ Max collapsed, and Logan freaked. Bad parent, a voice repeated in his head, I'd be a very bad bad parent! He lifted Max up, slapping his face. "Max! Wake up kid!" The kid frowned. "Wuh-wuh-wuh?" "Wake up!" He didn't. Sarah crouched, holding up the empty bottle of whiskey. "He did drink all of this..." Logan groaned. Shit. He'd never drank that much before. Hauling Max over his shoulder, he pulled Sarah along, heading for some of the less crowded corridors to get his unconcious pupil to the med lab. As he ran into the blue tiled room, Jean nearly dropped what she was doing. Her eyes flared with worry. "Logan! What on earth?" "You're lookin' at your handiwork, Red," he growled. She glanced at him with a puzzled frown before beginning to examine Max. "Logan, what on earth are you talking about?" "You cussed him out this morning," Sarah scowled. "Why you think he flipped out?" Jean gave Sarah a patient gaze. "Sarah, we 'cuss' everyone out. It's our job." Sarah narrowed her eyes. "Are you stupid or something?" Logan blinked at the girl, Jean looking thoroughly shocked. "He's not LIKE the other kids and he's not like you. He's different!" Jean gave the girl a very firm glare. "We're all different here, Sarah. We all have to learn to deal with our differences, or those differences will always rule us." Sarah growled, leaning in close to Jean's face as the woman inserted a syringe into the boy's arm. "Sure... Red," She said the name derisively, "You try and teach Max to deal with those differences, but I swear to God if your tight-ass bitchiness kills him I'll rip your lower intestines out and throttle you with them." Jean looked up from what she was doing, blinking very slowly, and she looked to Logan with a slight hang to her jaw. "She's your student..." Logan glared back at the woman. "What would you like me to do with her?" Sarah snorted, "I don't believe this." Jean sighed, trying to work on Max but having little success. "Sarah, perhaps you better wait outside, huh? I really need to concentrate here." "Like I'm gonna leave him here with you. I've seen how you treat your patients." Logan glared at Sarah sharply. "Now that's enough... I know you're angry, and that's fair enough. You talk to Jean civil like, you hear me?" "Civil? You got to be fucking kidding me!" Jean frowned through the argument around her, withdrawing blood from Max, checking his eyes, pulse. She sighed, pulling a sheet up to his chest and patting it doggedly. "Okay," she said. "He's passed out. I'm thinking from the alcohol he seems to be reeking of. Lord knows where he got it from..." "Not from me," Logan said, lifting his hands. "This is the third time he's been caught drinking alcohol on school property." Logan sighed, covering his face with his hands. "Well, whaddaya expect me to do, Red? I've talked to him about this before..." Jean's eyelids fluttered as she looked down to the unconscious young man. "Maybe we should consider routine room checks-" "No way!" cried Sarah. "I've only been here two weeks and I know him better than you!" The two adults looked to her. "The whole *reason* he got that room in the first place was because he needed his own 'territory'!" She snorted. "You routine check it, you routinely *violate* that sense of security he has." Jean looked at the girl calmly. "He's been caught breaking school rules, repeatedly." "WHY do you think that is? Because you're all nazi on his ass!" She grabbed a stool near the sink, dragging it over to Max's side, and sitting astride it she stroked a wisp of hair from the young man's relaxed features. "If you'd just try to understand why he's doing what he is for *one* second..." Jean sighed. "His mutation doesn't excuse-" "You heartless bitch," Sarah glared at the woman. "He *can't* control it." Sarah looked to Logan then. "You *said* he'd been acting differently, Logan." Logan nodded. "She's right, Red. Max hasn't been himself lately. I don't care if this mutation thing is an excuse or not. I think you should get to the bottom of why he's behaving funny." Jean sighed, looking to the blood sample on the equipment tray by her side, and snatching it up she tilted her head. "Fine." ~~~~~~~~~~ Logan waited. He waited for Max to wake up, and when Max did, he ordered the kid to his room. He was groggy, tired as all hell, and hungover. He was also shaking, and clinging to Sarah like a lifeline. "Take him to his room," I said to her. She frowned. "But Jean said-" "Fuck what she said," he said tiredly. "I'm going to talk to the Professor about this. No hanky panky - the kid needs rest." She nodded, dragging the poor guy to his room. There was more to this than just a bit of frustration. Jean came out with her clipboard full of figures, and she frowned at her missing patient. "Where'd-" "Sent him to bed," Logan said. Jean glared at him. "Logan! I specifically-" "So far," he said, "You've nearly lead that kid to a mental breakdown, and your crappy judgement lead him to binge-drink. I'm his mentor, ergo the one in charge of Max. He's having a rest in his OWN room, Red." Jean sighed, genuinely stressed to the core. "We have *rules*." "And we bend rules," he said. "That's what they're there for. Besides," I leant towards her, cocking a brow. "No one needs to know." Jean eyed me and sighed. "Jesus." "On wise messiah types," Logan said, "I think we should talk to the Professor about this." "Oh yeah," Jean said. "Are we ever."
poster: Jen date: 25 September 2001, 2:19pm EST OOC: This is short. I'm salivating over the Jean/Logan/Xavier fight which is sure to come, but I thought I'd post this first. Sarah half-carried, half- dragged the shaking Max to his bedroom. He clung to her as if she were the only thing keeping him alive. Or sane. Steadying him on one shoulder, Sarah turned down the bed and helped him into it. "Don’t go," he whimpered, grabbing her hand. Sarah felt her heart turn over. Pulling the covers up, she sat beside him. "I’m not going anywhere," Sarah said gently, wiping the hair off his brow before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Get some sleep. I’ll be here." Sarah watched as his features relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep. Sarah gripped his hand to her chest as she watched him sleep, guilt eating away at her. She’d brought him nothing but trouble. From getting yelled at by Logan in the woods to almost dying at Creed’s hand, to having Scott, Jean, and Logan on his ass because of her. And now this. /I should have realized he needed medical attention; instead I was all over him. A whole fifth of whiskey... Jesus. Had he been trying to die?/ Sarah rejected that idea. Max was upset, angry, and frustrated. Not suicidal. Even if they didn’t blame her for whatever was wrong with Max, Sarah blamed herself. Sarah knew that Max’s odd behavior started when she arrived and while nobody had said it yet, she knew her time at the school - with Max - was short. Tears running down her face, Sarah slipped off her boots and slid into the bed beside him. Resting her head on his chest, savoring his warmth and steady heartbeat, she softly cried herself to sleep.
poster: nacey date: 26 September 2001, 3:02pm EST OOC: First off, I'd like to apologize for taking this all so far. Spank me. Delete certain posts if need be. I will stop playing with Logan all the time - it you guys turn now see? Xavier sat there with an unreadable expression as two of his finest X-Men shouted at each other, veins popping from their necks. Well, Logan sort of steamed and grunted and growled, and Jean smouldered and muttered wry comments and then would burst out in a moment of disagreement. The X-Men leader felt instantly glad that these two never hooked up. They simply were terrible with one another, and obviously couldn't get along. Xavier cleared his throw, frowning a little. He just wanted them to finish up pleading their cases. "She's too young!" Jean cried, "I mean - letting them do this would be irresponsible! It's against the law!" "Yeah, like we're not breaking a few concering federal security as it is," scowled Logan. "For Christs sakes, Professor, the kid's havin' a damn mental and physical breakdown over this. He ain't like the other kids. If he don't mate he'll probably get worse. Right Red?" Jean closed her eyes, jutting out her bottom lip. She didn't say anything. "Jean?" She looked to the Professor, and sighed. "The levels of hormones in his blood are ridiculously high. It's as if he's had prolonged effects of the beginning of sexual arousal." "He's cat-like," Logan said. "You read up on cat behaviour, you might learn a thing or two." Jean snorted. "Yeah, like you regularly read books." Logan rolled his eyes. "Listen, Max is not only my student, but my responsibility. I've done a lot for that kid, including tryin' to understand him as much as possible. If that means me pickin' up a book and readin' about cats then damn it, I'd do it - and I did." "It doesn't change the fact they're underaged!" Logan jabbed a pointed finger on his other hand as he growled. "Look, I don't know if you missed the fact that Sarah isn't virginal. From my dealin's with her I'd say she's done it a few times now. If she WAS virginal, I'd be more wary about this. But this is a simple answer, and it's safer than hormone treatments ," Logan drawled derisively, "and it's pretty clear they BOTH wanna do it." Xavier sighed. "I think what our problem here is the seeming preferential treatment of Max. Can we say yes to one and no to another?" "It's a matter of life or death, Chuck," Logan said. "He's losin' control, and he can't help it." "Indeed," Xavier said. "I believe this is a case that comes down to what the parents will accept. I believe talking to them about this will be important." Logan snorted. "Sure. Sarah's Dad will just *love* that particular phone call. 'Hi, one of our students thinks your daughter is hot. He's developed a hormonal problem, and if he doesn't fuck her, he'll die.'." Xavier blinked softly. "I don't believe Sarah's father holds an interest in her future any longer. When I said 'the parents', I was referring to those of Max." Logan jut out his bottom lip sheepishly. "Oh." "Professor, you can't be serious about this," Jean said, flapping an arm. "Hormone treatments are unpredictable on Max's felinesque physiology. I think this is the easiest way. Besides..." He ticked a brow. "I've made the same allowances for a certain couple, the young man in question being a full six months below the age of consent when his older girlfriend of twenty one years wanted to take things a step further." Logan glared at Jean. It was obvious who the Professor was talking about. The woman only blushed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was tired when my eyes opened. So tired, so strung out. I felt a little rested, with some energy, but I was still ringing with that need that had been encompassing me all day. It didn't help that there was a strangely warm Sarah curled up to me. Warm... how was it she was warm? She must have been sleeping against me for hours, I mused. Poor baby all tuckered out. I brought the backs of my knuckles up, stroking her cheek tenderly, pressing my lips to her forehead. "You're beautiful," I said softly to her as she slept soundly. "Everything was empty for me before you got here. It's like... I was the only one that had it so bad. And you just... swept in, with your smile and your... you just accept. There's no why or any hesitation." I smiled, brushing my lips on her forehead. "God I love you," I stopped, touching my forehead to hers, her eyes still closed. "I can't wait to tell you that... when you're ready to hear it."
poster: Jen date: 27 September 2001, 3:02pm EST OOC: Me - I'm also apologizing for takign this so far and for the muliple edits. I looked back over it and *had* to fix the stuipd mistakes. Sorry. Logan knocked lightly on Max’s door. Hearing the soft rustle of bed sheets, he poked his head in. "Shh," Max said softly, putting a finger to his lips, "she’s sleeping." Logan nodded and gestured for Max to get dressed and come out. As Max disentangled himself from Sarah, Logan glanced at the girl who had so casually threatened Jean a few hours ago, surprised at how fragile and young she appeared. For the first time since seeing Max’s test results, he was having second thoughts. Max turned from his dresser and a low growl rumbled from his chest. Logan took it for the warning it was and averted his eyes, chuckling lightly. He had the same reaction anytime a man looked at Marie, but it was still amusing to hear his student do the same. "I didn’t do anything." Max insisted as soon as the door was closed behind him. "She must have been cold and crawled in with me." "I know, but we need to talk." ***** Sarah awoke, stretching languidly. Max was gone, but the bed was still warm and his scent clung to the air. Despite all the chaos and stress of the day before, that had been the best night’s sleep she’d had in ages. Deciding that it was just too tempting to strip off her clothes and remain there wrapped in his scent, Sarah sighed and headed back to her own room. Halfway there, Xavier’s mental voice rang through her head, asking her to come to his office. Here it comes, Sarah thought morosely. "Reporting as ordered, sir." Sarah said snapping to attention, just inside the doorway to the opulent office. "Sarah, thank you for coming. Please sit down." "I’d rather stand sir," Sarah replied, ignoring Jean’s presence and focusing two inches over Xavier's right shoulder, as she’d be trained. It was easier to avoid crying if you avoided eye contact. Xavier sighed. Hostility and fear rolled off the young woman in waves, battering his shields. "I’m happy to see that you are up and about. No residual effects of your injuries?" "No sir. Good as new, sir." "Do you know why the Brotherhood kidnapped you?" "No sir. No idea." Xavier chose to ignore her lie. Given the condition she was in when she was rescued, it was doubtful he had to worry about her ever defecting to the Brotherhood. "You haven’t had a very easy start here at the Academy and-" Xavier shifted uncomfortably in his chair, not knowing precisely how to proceed. "You don’t need to be pleasant, sir," Sarah snapped, wishing that he’d just cut to the chase and give her the bus ticket back to the General, or the next school. "I know I have to leave." "No one’s going to make you leave, Sarah." Huh? Back up the truck. I always have to leave. It's the way this goes. I arrive. I screw up. I get sent away. Why is he messing with a perfectly good pattern? No one here could possibly want me to stay. Except maybe Max. And if he were smart, he'd help me pack. "Sir?" "Come sit down," Xavier said gently. "Please." Xavier smiled as Sarah accepted the chair, sitting so stiffly, her hands pressed so tightly together that her knuckles were white. "First off. You will not be asked to leave or expelled. This is your home now." Xavier paused, letting that sink in. "You have been under a lot of stress since you arrived, so I am going to overlook your outbursts and violations of school rules, but understand that further threats, or rudeness, to any staff member, or violations of school policies will be punished." Xavier smiled. "Mr. Logan can be quite creative with consequences when he puts his mind to it." "Yes sir." Oookay. That's both reassuring and scaring the crap out of me at the same time. "I’d like to go on record, sir, that it was just tickling yesterday morning. Max and I didn’t do anything else. You have my word, sir." "Thank you for your candor, Miss Carmody. That brings us to something else we need to discuss. Max’s collapse last night." "He’s very sick, isn’t he? More than just the alcohol poisoning." Xavier smiled at her question. Despite her only knowing Max for a few days, it was obvious that she cared for the young man, understood him in a way no one else, except maybe Logan, did. That fact made the telepath more comfortable with the decision he had made. "Not sick exactly, but he’s not right either." "Oh. It’s because of me, isn’t it?" "Not exactly." Xavier smiled reassuringly and asked Jean to explain. Sarah listened intently to the explanation of feline genetics and hormone levels, not understanding most of it, but getting the bottom line: Max needed to have sex, or he was going to die and the adults were giving their permission. This was starting to feel like a really bad episode of The Outer Limits. I could not get out of that office fast enough. Thank God they didn’t want to discuss specifics, or positions, or anything else related to my soon to be sexual relationship with Max - I might have had a nervous breakdown right there. Like having a box of condoms handed to you by an old guy in a wheelchair wasn’t weird enough. Oh yeah and Xavier’s: "I just want to make sure you understand that it is not necessary for you to engage in sexual relationship with Mr. Stockard for you to be allowed to stay here." Right. Like I believe that one. Probably the only reason I’m not on a freakin’ bus back to the General is because it might literally kill Max. Me, I’m disposable. I know that. Glad thay don't think about Max like that. He doesn't deserve that. But I’m not going to think about that, or them, or any of the rest of it. I get to stay and Max and I have a green light. I need to find Cassie. Maybe she’ll let me borrow something pretty from her closet.
poster: Amezri date: 27 September 2001, 9:38pm EST OOC: Sorry I've been quiet. I've been pretty uninspired lately. Hopefully that trend's gonna be broken. You are both doing great. No apologies necessary for carrying on with the story. "I can't believe this! How could he even *say* something like that to me?" Cassie stiffled a grin as she tried to calm the girl down. "I'm sure he didn't mean it that way. He was just.. being honest. You know how he is." The girl fumed. "I slaved all morning over a stove cooking for him. The least he could do is *eat* it!" The images of burning bacon and flying flour flooded Cassie's mind. She broke out laughing. "What are ya laughing at?!" Rogue screamed. "It's not funny! I'm not that bad of a cook!" "Yes, you are," Cassandrea managed between bouts of laughter. "Chica, face it, you don't have any domestic skills." Rogue froze. "I... uh.. well.. no. No, I guess I don't." She sighed and sat on the edge of Cassie's bed. "The least he could've done was *try* to eat it!" "I think he did." /The man definitely gets credit for eating everything but the charcoal special./ Sarah suddenly burst into the room, looking very flushed. "Cassie, I, uh, need to talk to you. Rogue, could you..." Rogue frowned, but headed for the door. "I think you should go talk to Logan," Cassie called after her. "Sarah, qué pasó?" She sighed and sunk into her bed. There was no easy way to say it, so she just blurted out the fact that the Professor wanted her to have sex with Max. For medical reasons, of course. Cassandrea just blanched. "The Professor.. and Jean.. they're letting you and Max..." "Not only are they letting us, they *want* us to. Max might die otherwise. So you have somthing I can wear or what?" Cassie blinked her eyes, clearing the stupor from her mind. "Uh... sure.. help yourself to whatever's in there." It would be a great excuse for her to buy some new clothes anyway. Whatever it was Sarah borrowed, Cassie knew she wasn't going to be getting it back.
poster: nacey date: 29 September 2001, 11:56am EST Logan. Talk. Oh great, I thought. All the sleeping I'd been doing had done me wonders and I felt - wired, I dunno. Just - shaky. Like I'd been drinking too much caffiene. Something inside ached though, like I was strung out, and it was so strong it was almost painful. As I walked past my mirror I could see the circles under my eyes. I didn't feel right. I felt empty, and my skin was hot. I was sweating a lot, and my breaths were damp and shuddering. "So what's up?" I said, quietly. Logan ticked a lip. "Let's go for a walk." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The weather was real nice. Birds doing their happy-go-lucky bird thing, kids running around happily, the air was warm and filled with bugs. All in all, it made me hornier than I was already for some God-only-knows reason. I sighed, sensing Logan's 'lecture' mode on. "Listen... Jeannie and I talked to the Professor-" I groaned, for many reasons. First, I hated it when he called Jean that, and secondly, them talking to the Professor could only mean trouble. "So, you gonna lock me in confinement? Or fit Sarah with a chastity belt?" Logan stopped me, giving me a firm and reaching stare. Ohhh shit. "This is serious. Jean did some tests on you, while you were out of it." He swallowed, a strange look in his eye. I could only begin to identify it with fear. "You're not feeling right, I can tell. You smell wrong." "I had a shower before I went to bed," I frowned. Logan sighed. "Don't get smart, Kid, this is serious. Your hormone levels are all wrong. Your body is reacting to Sarah's feromones, and there's nothing Jean can do to stop it." "Except getting rid of Sarah, right?" I scowled. "No," Logan shook his head, "No no. Too late for that." I ran my hand through my hair, glancing around me. This was fucked up. "Then what? What's gonna happen?" Logan's cheeks grew red. He was actually blushing. He blinked, stuttering as he said, "The Professor, he's-he-" He gave a shot of an embarrassed sigh. "He's gonna give you and Sarah permission to..." He drifted off, clawed both hands and making them horizontal, brought them closer and further apart in a shaking movement. Oh sweet Jesus... "He's gonna let us-" "Yeah," Logan said, cutting me off. "This ain't the Professor bein' liberal Kid, so don't let the word get around okay? It's a matter of your health." He tensed his lips. "I swear to God, I see one scratch on that girl I'll rip your freakin' head off." I glared at Logan. "You think I'd hurt her?" He tilted his head. "I know you, Kid, and I know you're not yourself right now." "I think if I even tried," I said, "She'd set me straight before I knew what was going on." Logan nodded. "Yeah, I don't doubt it." I blew out a sigh. "I gotta go get something to eat, I'm starving." "Yeah, you go eat," Logan said, ruffling my hair. "Look after yourself, okay?" I nodded, looking to Logan's expression. The tone of his voice, his very movements. Sometimes I felt like he was more a father for me than my own Dad had been. Nothing against Dad, he's the best Dad ever, but Logan - he understood me in a way that only another mutant could. I know Logan was worried about me, seriously worried, and I assured him with a squeeze of his shoulder that I'd be okay. I would be okay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After I'd eaten, I went back to my room to lie down for a bit. Generally, I'd be running around, enjoying my day, but I had to lie back for a minute, stop my head from spinning. I ached for Sarah's company. Hell, I was aching for it non stop and I felt so stupid. I rubbed my eyeballs with the pads of my fingertips, wishing that just for a moment, something in my life wouldn't be affected by my stupid mutation. It's because of the mutation that I have to speed things along with Sarah. It's because of this mutation that I'm sick, that I'm probably dying by the look on Logan's face. Sarah was gone, but I had a feeling she'd be back soon. If I was dying from this shit, if it was that serious, then she'd probably not be gone for very long at all. God. This wasn't fair for her.
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