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poster:nacey Posted on: 2:45 pm on Oct. 27, 2002 I loped from the elevator to the underground facilities, the main entry foyer up ahead of me. Sarah was behind me, similarly solemn. Cassie wasn't improving, and it was downright depressing. I thought about her before all this happened; carefree, bright, friendly. She had always been one of my best friends here. My heart panged in worry. I wished - no I prayed - that she would be back to us soon. "You hungry?" I asked Sarah. We hadn't eaten all night. "Not really, but I can keep you company." I nodded. I was well used to her erratic eating patterns. Just as I turned the corner of the foyer, there was a clunking at the front door. I frowned, and stepping to it, I opened it. My eyes bugged in my head and a laugh leapt from my chest. "MOM!" Mom was there, looking just as wonderful as the last time I'd seen her. Dark brown curly hair, cut about her jaw, warm brown eyes and a lovely wide smile - I was proud of what a kind approachable woman she was. I jumped to her, hugging her, and she laughed, patting my back. "Careful, sweetheart," she said, "You're such a strong boy now." "Oh come on, Evelyn, he's a man now. Surely that's obvious." It was Dad. He looked rather dogged, dragging loads of luggage in the door. He rested them against the doorframe, glancing up to me and grinning. He was a tall guy, healthy head of black messy hair, blue eyes glinting behind a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. He wore one of his regular daggy old-guy shirts and a pair of run-down jeans. He had the money for better pants but he was really laid back. He bounced forward, grabbing me from Mom and pulling me into a tight hug. It was manned up a bit with some slapping, but it was obvious he was really happy to see me. "Look atcha!" he sighed, slapping my shoulder and stepping back. "You're getting bigger every time I see you! And look at that fur!" He tugged on a spotted tuft of fur at my jaw. "You're really growing up!" I blushed. It was weird, having him all enthusiastic about me being a mutant and everything. He was one of the only parents I've ever met that were (and I've met a few, living in a school and all). Sarah glared at them both like they were utterly cracked in the head. "And who's this?" Mom said, tilting her head and raising her brows at me, edging her toes towards Sarah. Sarah stepped back. "Is it who I think it is?" "Yeah," I said, blushing even more. "Mom, Dad, this is Sarah." I ducked my head and looked bashful. "My girlfriend." "Hello Sarah!" Mom said, opening her arms to her. Sarah gave my mother the same look she'd given Annie after the arm thing and took another step back. I gave her a little nudge forward, cause, like, my mom is standing there. She set her jaw and nodded to each of them. "Sir. Ma'am." Mom threw up her arms in a laugh and shrugged. "That's fine, no hug, but please, call me Evelyn." "I'm Rick," Dad said, waving to her. "It's great to meet you Sarah." Mom nodded, "We've heard quite a bit about you, and you're as beautiful as Max described you." I would have blushed but something was missing - my sister. "Where's Freda?" Mom looked suddenly uncomfortable. It was the same look she'd get when Aunt Winnifrede told her that she was serving her bonafide saur-kraut for dinner. "Uhm... she's in the car sweety." I blinked. "Is she coming in?" Dad cleared his throat. "Maybe you should get her." This was really weird. I looked to Sarah. "Coming?" "Out to the car?" She asked looking at me like I was nuts for a second before grinning. "Let's not keep her waiting." I smiled and nodded, taking her hand. I didn't miss the fact that she side-stepped my parents as though they were the biggest freaks she'd ever met in her life. I bounced down the steps of the front porch, and when I got to the car I yanked open the door. "Freda!" I grinned. The grin faded. There in the back seat was my little sister. Well, she used to be little. She was now 14 and rather much bigger than the little girl I'd left behind so many years ago, and more curvaceous than the gangly girl I visited at home six months ago. She was also developing a thin layer of fur on her neck and arms, and she glared at me like I was the source of all the world's evils. It came as a rude shock, because Freda was - or had been - the sweetest natured girl one could ever want to meet. Obviously this was no more. She sighed at me, folding her arms and scowling. "I hate you." (Edited by nacey at 2:53 pm on Oct. 27, 2002)
poster: Jen Posted on: 4:08 pm on Oct. 27, 2002 Evelyn? Rick? Who the heck are these people? And a hug? I don’t like Max touching me in public and this complete stranger wants to put her hands on me? Nuh uh. No way. Max can give me the sad, sorry, disappointed eyes all he wants. I am drawing the line. At least she didn’t tell me to “Call her mom.” That would have ended this happy little visit in a heartbeat. Not that it’s going to be a happy visit given Freda’s attitude here. Ha! Maybe Max’s family can give mine a run for dysfunctional after all. He’s not rising to the bait either. Good for him. Guess dealing with me has taught him a bit about when to just leave an attitude be. Uh wait. Not taking the bait and walking away without a word are two different things. Especially when the walking away leaves me with the sister. “Max has been looking forward to your visit.” I think I’m going to choke. This is seriously out of my league. I can dish it out, but deal with it? Gah. Freda snorted, looking away. "Yeah, I bet he has." You know that obnoxious ‘I hate the world’ thing isn’t very pretty when it’s directed at you. I shrugged and sat down besides her shutting the car door behind me. The car was warmer and dealing with mad-at-the-world sister was loads better than trying to be normal and sociable with his parents. His mother seemed okay about the no hug thing right then, but Max got his persistence from somewhere. "Max hasn't done anything to you. He's not responsible for you being a mutant." "Of course he's not. That honour goes to my wonderful, understanding and genetically corrupt parents." She narrowed her eyes and looked to me. "Just looking at my freak of a brother reminds me of how ridiculous I must look myself." “NEVER call him that.” I snarled, glaring at her. “Your life at this school will go much better if you just strike that word from you vocabulary completely.” "See, you're so easy with the understanding, aren't you?" Freda asked me. "I mean... look at you. You're normal, aren't you? You could go out to a mall dressed like a regular human being and nobody would know the difference." She looked venomous then. "Look at *me*. I'm like some quasi-anime character. All I need is the size DD tits and the vacant fucking eyes.” I nodded and looked her over. "Yup. A tail wouldn't hurt either, but if you haven't gotten one yet, you probably won't." "Yeah, that's it, mock the girl less fortunate than you." “Fortunate," I scoffed glaring at her. "You don't want to go there, little girl. You've been allowed to stay home, with a family - with a family that will love you even if you sprouted a tail. You've got fur. Big fucking deal. I look normal and can go out in public, sure, but to my family I'm still a monster. But not you. I’ve just met them, but I know your parents would never call you that – treat you like that." Freda said nothing for a moment, rolling her jaw and looking guilty. "Sorry." She glanced to me in a regarding way. "You the girlfriend then?" “I guess so.” Freda nodded. "You're not what I expected." I was almost afraid to ask. “What were you expecting?” "I dunno." A humourous glint entered her light brown eyes. "Someone like Mom?" “I’m about as opposite your mom as I can be, I think. Is she always so…” I stumbled looking for the right word. "Cheerful?" Freda supplied. "Hell no. Watch her; she can be a sarcastic bitch when she wants to be." Freda looked down to her hands. "She's really cool though..." She sighed. "I just wish she didn't act like this mutation is some fucking fancy dress romp." I grimaced for her. I’m sure that would get old really quick. “It’s not, but it’s not the worst thing in the world either.” I shuddered and rubbed my hand across my face. “I can’t believe I just said that,” I mumbled. “The cold must be numbing my brain cells.” "Dude," she said in agreement. "Lets get inside. Is there food in this giant shack?" "You certainly got your brother's stomach," I mumbled as she followed me inside. (Edited by Jen at 4:13 pm on Oct. 27, 2002)
poster:Angelface Posted on:11:48 am on Nov. 1, 2002 The girls’ enthusiasm and cookies were enough to get me motivated to get up and change. The incentive of talking to Dimitri wasn’t forgotten either. But how I was going to explain not calling him back for two days without the word 'mutant' coming up I still wasn't sure. Would it be the flu or my old standby, the migraine? I had no doubt that he would also wonder about Annie’s forceful exit; but again, I couldn’t tell him the truth. I had told the girls a lady never kisses on the first date; she also never divulges her genetic misfortunes. But for the first time, it didn't seem like that much of a misfortune. I could heal. Really heal. Not little cuts and bruises, but a coma. Brain damage. That was just... I grinned and grabbed my loafers. Amazing. Amazing. And I did it ignoring or avoiding the training Xavier was offering. Doubly amazing. I clung to the banister as I walked down the stairs, steadying myself. I was glad when I was back on level ground and closer to the phone, when I sat down in the chair next to the phone in the foyer; I had to take a few deep breaths as the dizziness passed. Once I was reasonably sure I wasn't going to pass out or fall out of the chair, I dialed Dimitri's number, migraine story fully prepared. “Hello, is Dimitri Sergetov there?” It took a minute. I could hear him practicing in the background and smiled. He played with such intensity it took my breath away. "Dimitri here." “Hello, Dimitri, this is Angelica,” I said, trying to stay as calm as possible. "Angelica! I'm so glad to hear from you. When you didn't call I was afraid you'd didn't have a good time and didn't want to see me again." He sounded so worried, it was sweet, “Nonsense, I just had the most horrendous migraine and around here you have to lock yourself in your room if you want any semblance of quiet.” "I hope you're feeling better now." “Much, it’s fading as we speak.” "That's good. I hate that you were ill. Might you be feeling up to a recital Saturday afternoon? My roommate is playing." "Oh, that sounds wonderful!" "Should I make arrangements to pick you up so we need not impose on your roommate again?" “That would be great, Annie’s driving style is more appropriate in a race than on public roads.” "Shall I pick you up at, say, 11? We can have lunch." "I'd love to." "I'll see you then." I hung up with a smile on my face -a smile that faded an instant later. What had I just done?!! He can't come here; the house is teeming with mutants, only a few of which can pass for normal if he happens to see them. Perhaps I could meet him at the gate... Which would make me look strange too. I'm rethinking my earlier decision. Being a mutant is awful. And I can’t just call him back and say he can’t pick me up here, then he’d want to know why. Which, obviously, is not an option. Maybe Mr. Summers can make the front door area off-limits for thirty minutes or something. Who am I kidding. That would draw everyone to the door like a magnet. I think I am going to cry. It doesn’t help that there isn’t a single person around here who’s likely to be sympathetic, they’ve all chosen fellow mutants, they couldn’t understand. I still have hopes of living out there amongst humans. They - most of them have given up. Or, like Max never had a chance. But I do and I don't want them ruining my chances at a life and a career.
poster: nacey Posted on: 2:21 pm on Nov. 1, 2002 My sister had fur. My sister had FUR. My sister had FUR all over her GOD-DAMNED BODY!! Why didn't they tell me? Why didn't they tell me? My mind was repeating itself a lot. I was storming straight for where my parents lingered in the foyer, discussing something seemingly serious. I was going to lose it. How DARE they not tell me before they got here! How DARE they keep it from me for this LONG! I could have HELPED her, I could have talked to her about it! Now my sister was fucking replaced with some evil bitch psycho hose beast! They turned and smiled at me as I folded my arms and glared at them. "When the yellow rubbery FUCK where you going to tell me about-" I wagged a clawed finger at the door, "THAT?!" Mom sighed. "Max, honey, don't take it like that - we didn't know how to tell you-" "She has more fur than ME!!" Dad scratched his jaw thoughtfully. "You know, Evie, maybe she could just shave it off?" Mom tisked and rolled her eyes. "Rick! Don't be stupid, she'd look like a shaved poodle." She turned and looked to me, placing her hands on my arms. "Maxie, I want you to calm down-" "I'm calm as I need to be!" I said through grit teeth. "And it'd be nice if you didn't call me Maxie here, please." I might have been blushing. "This is not about me being calm. This is about you not telling me sooner what Freda was going through, and Freda going through something as frightening as this on her OWN." Mom sighed, looking down. "You're right, you're right. But may I point out that it wasn't until she'd fully grown all that fur that we found out?" I narrowed my eyes. "What are you, blind?!" Dad narrowed his eyes back at me very dourly. "No. Freda pretended to become Muslim." I choked. "WHAT?!" Mom sighed. "Yeah. I walked in on her in the shower by accident. Not that I saw anything for all the fur but..." She blushed and shrugged. "MUSLIM?!" I howled. "My SISTER is pretending to be MUSLIM and you don't think there's something WRONG?!" "We thought she was exploring her spirituality in a healthy and curious way!" said Dad. GOD he was such a fucking space cadet sometimes! "Can you guys STOP this? God you are *so* embarrassing!" I turned around, and there was Freda, fur and all. "Hey..." "Hi," she said, then lifted a hand. "Listen, can we keep all the teary reunions till later? I'm really hungry." She grabbed Sarah's hand (which I wouldn't even do), yanked at her to follow and turned, letting go and stalking off. "Come on Sarah." Well... at least she liked my girlfriend.
poster: Jen Posted on: 11:57 pm on Nov. 1, 2002 “Uh…Fifi,” Sarah said plucking her hand from her wrist as they exited the hall. “Next time you grab me like that, I’ll have to hurt you. No hard feelings. Just want to be clear. Okay?” Freda turned on her heel and glared at her. "You stop callin' me Fifi and we've got an understanding." She gave a crooked smile and turned back to the kitchen. Sarah returned the grin. "Guess I can do that. You want some coffee? I figure you parents could use some." She paused mid scoop. "Although if your mother gets anymore hyper..." "Ohhh God," Freda shuddered. "White, *no* sugar. Dad takes it black with two." She sighed, turning around and leaning against the bench. "So is this place like some freaky hippy commune, or do you actually do some cool shit here?" "Depends on how you define cool. The firing range and weapons locker are freaking amazing. As for other stuff, you name it Xavier's got two." Freda's lips curled into an almost feral smile, not entirely like Max when the mood took him. "Cool. Maybe coming here isn't a complete waste of time then." She rolled her eyes then. "Though don't tell Maxie I'm excited, he'll get all eager about it." She stuck out her tongue. Sarah laughed. “Max will be eager even if I don’t say a word….after he calms down and stops yelling at your parents.” She took a couple if cups from the cabinet and started arranging a tray. “Did they really not think anything was wrong when you started covering all up?” "Oh, they suspected, I think," said Freda. "But, you know, being all enlightened and sensitive parents, they said they wanted to wait for me to tell them myself. But of course, cause I was covering up, there was that element of uncertainty. I just think Mom would have liked to have found out in some way other than seeing me all naked and furry." She scowled. "It just shits me, you know? When Max was a mutant, it was this whole stupid fucking tragedy. When I'm a mutant it's like, 'Wee let's go to a fair!', ya know? What a fucking adventure my ass!" "What did you expect? As 'enlightened' as your parents may be, he's their son. You're just a girl." Freda narrowed her eyes. "Gee... thanks." She shifted and looked to me. "So... are your folks really so bad?" “My… the General can’t stand the sight of me.” Freda snorted. "Geez. Why do parents suck so much?" “It’s in the job description. And around here, they all think they’re your parents.” "Oh maaan," Freda moaned, lolling her head back. "I thought it was bad enough dealing with Max in parent mode!" "I can keep him in line for you, but you're on your own with Dr. Grey. I'd suggest avoiding her. The urge to hit her can be overwhelming." Sarah finished fussing and picked up the tray, heading for the door. "Help yourself to anything you find and wish me luck." "Thanks," Freda said. "Not just for - I mean - just for being cool." "Gee… I hope I can live up to that." She stopped. "I'm glad you're here. Not glad that you ended up a mutant too, but I'm still glad you're here." Freda just smiled sedately. Sarah took a deep breath and stepped back into the fray. (Edited by Jen at 6:41 pm on Nov. 2, 2002)
poster: Allison B>posted on:7:07 pm on Nov. 2, 2002 I realized how tired Cammo was when I found myself pushing the wheel chair more and more. Earlier he had been determined to do it himself, but now he just sat back, resigned, as I wheeled him through the halls of the Mansion. “Do you want to head up to your room?” I asked. "Please. I just want to crawl into bed and die." He paused and looked up at me. "I mean... sleep. Sorry." I squeezed his shoulder gently, “It’s ok, I understand.” I began wheeling him towards the stairs when I realized something very important, “Um, Cam, how are we supposed to get up there?” He groaned. "You'd think Xavier of all people would make this place wheel-chair friendly." He then snapped his fingers. "How could I forget? There's a lift over that way." He pointed to the left. I pushed off in the direction he pointed, surprised to discover an almost camouflaged elevator. “I guess I never bothered thinking about how he gets around.” Cameron smiled at that. "Well, he's not Secret Boss guy for nothing." I grinned back as we rode the short distance upward. We walked down the hall in silence ‘til we reached his room, well I walked, he rolled. “Come on sleepy head, let’s get you tucked in.” "Uhm...” He pointed to a dresser in the corner of the nicely sized room, "I have some pajamas in the third drawer up." I left him by the bed and fished out some pants and a tee shirt and then tossed them across the room on to his lap. "Thanks," he called, and after a quiet pause. "Uhm... don't turn around if you don't want to see anything my mother wouldn't..." I was glad I was looking away when I felt my face redden slightly, even with the evil little voice in my head telling me to turn around. I didn’t understand what the huge deal was, I had seen him without a shirt before, more than once and hell I slept next to him while he was wearing only his boxer’s… Not that that ended up very well. I tapped my foot, trying to squelch the little voice, “Are you done?” "Uhm... yeah. Sorry." I grinned as I turned around, “No problem.” He looked a little rumpled in the PJ’s and a lot tired in other words, he looked perfect.
poster: nacey Posted on: 6:13 pm on Nov. 3, 2002 Sarah came back into the room bearing coffee. Dear God, even I never expected to see her so domestic. We'd settled in the common room, and thankfully it was mostly empty because of classes, and the kids that were here scattered at the sound of an argument. (They preferred not to be seen when they eavesdropped. Yup, they're X-Men material all right). She slid the tray onto the table. "Thanks, Sare," I said. "That's really good of you. "Welcome. Can I get you anything else. Sir? Ma'am?" Mom blinked. "Er, no! For God's sakes, dear, sit down and relax. And I mean it, call me Evie." "She won't," I said through an amused smirk. She sat in the chair farthest away from my parents that she could find, looking about as uncomfortable as I'd ever seen anyone look. Well, I didn't expect her to go into raptures over my parents, knowing how incredibly different they were, and her reaction was pretty much what I expected. I kinda felt perversely proud for knowing her so well. Mom looked away from Sarah with a kind smile and to Dad, who was frowning at his shoe. He looked up at me. "Professor Xavier said he'd meet with us today," he said. "You have any idea where he is?" I sighed. "Uh... he's in the infirmary. One of the kids needs his help, uhm..." I tapped the side of my head. "Oh, right... right." Mom wrung her fingers. "We really did want to talk to someone about enrolling Freda here. She hasn't been to school in three weeks." "Uhm, yeah," I scratched my head. "I don't know what to do, Mom. Usually we don't interrupt the Professor during his work... I'll see if I can find someone else, okay? " I got up, looking to Sarah. "Hey babe, you stay here for a moment, I'll be right back." "Sure," she replied, trying to give me a smile, but it fell flat. I could smell the panic coming off her as I left, but she'd be fine. They're just my parents. It wasn't like I'm leaving her with Sabretooth or something. Still, I knew I was really going to pay for this one. I ducked to the lower levels, trying to shorten the time that Sarah would have to spend with my parents. I found most of the more important of our faculty cooped up in the infirmary. Hank and Jean were apparently in the observation room, but Scott was outside with Storm, pacing and looking understandibly worried. "Cyke!" I said, and skittered to him, looking nervous. "Hey... what's up?" "Uhm... My parents are here." His fisted hand (He always presses a fist to his mouth when he's ultra-worried. It's so comic book superhero... weird dude) dropped from his face. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking to the obs room and then to me. "You can't keep them busy?" I swallowed. "Uh... they're kinda here about my sister." Cyke looked confused for a moment, till I widened my eyes at him meaningfully and waggled my fingers. "OH! Oh right... sure, I'll come up. Sorry..." "It's ok, dude." He was always really worried when one of the students was in trouble. He'd make a great Dad one day. "Thanks, I mean it." "So who's with your parents now?" I looked back to him with a nervous titch. "Sarah." "Oh my God," Cyke stiffened. "Are you nuts?" "Well... she's gotta get used to them some time." Cyke shook his head and rushed me towards the elevator to the upper levels. "Yeah but there's a thing called acclimatising. Remember what they say about cooking lobsters?" Eek. He had a point.
poster: Jen Posted on:7:14 pm on Nov. 3, 2002 His father cleaned off his glasses and looked me over doing that shrink thing. I don’t like it. Ohh Max you are so going to be paying for this. “So, Sarah, how do you like it here?” ‘Evie’ chirped. My god she’s barely staying in that chair. Is she not getting the stay-the-hell-away-from-me body language? These are supposed to be intelligent, observant people…. who didn’t notice their daughter growing grey fur all over her body. Her remaining in the chair seems less and less likely the more I think about it. “It’s better than the other places, ma’am.” "Well that's good," she said. "Max briefly mentioned that you'd had a hard time at other places." She flashed me a tense smile then. "Have you made many friends?" “No, ma’am.” Her smile faded to a look of concern. "Oh?" "I don't get along with people very well. I use more of a 'you leave me alone, I leave you alone' thing. It keeps the level of violence down significantly." And that thought will really endear you to them stupid. She looked to her husband then smiled again. "That's fair enough, I suppose." She tilted her head then. "I can't help but find it a little surprising that you're fond of my son." She chuckled. "He's such a teddy-bear!" I shrugged. “He’s nice to me.” I still don’t know why Max gives me the time of day. I’m far more trouble than I’m worth. “Yes, he is. You make him very happy you know," she said. "Really. I can tell he's felt a lot less alone with you around. Thank you." “Max isn’t alone. He has lots of friends here.” I’m surprised they’re not a little more… weird about this. After all phone calls were placed. Lives were in jeopardy. They got asked for their permission to let their son fuck a girl he’s just met. I would think a little weirdness was in order here. Max's father piped up now. "He tends to feel alone in his animalistic nature," he said. "Lately he seems to have accepted it though." “There’s no point in fighting what can’t be changed. You just have to use it to your advantage.” He nodded at that. "I like to look at it as more of - embracing your strengths, no matter what they are. Looking at it as a positive thing rather than as a lesson of futility, but you make a good point." I do? Damn. Call the newspaper. “Looking at it as a positive is much harder thing to do, when most of the world wants you dead.” "Well nobody here wants you dead, so you can relax," said Evelyn. "Tell us, are there any courses here that you've taken to?" “Personal combat and the firing range, ma’am.” She sighed like I'd told her I'd bought a nice pink dress for a prom. "Max *loves* personal combat. He was so excited about that when he came here, he went on and on about it." She chuckled. "That and how 'cool' Mr. Logan was." “He is pretty cool.” I said grinning. “He brought a new rifle back from his trip for me to try. Says I’ll be able to hit a soda can at 1200 yards.” "I didn't know guns could shoot that far," she said. "You'll have to forgive me. When it comes to guns and things, I don't know a thing. I'm just a teacher after all." “Most can’t. Max said that you painted. You teach too?” "I used to be a school teacher, but now I do weekend courses for young adults wanting to learn how to paint," she said. "It's always been a love of mine, but taking it on full time has been wonderful." “That sounds nice.” Ok Max. You’ve had plenty of time to tell somebody that they’re here. It’s gone ok so far, but let’s not push it. Your father looks like he wants to start asking questions.” So, what do you think you'd like to do after school?" asked Max's father on cue. "I know Max is looking forward to joining the X-Men." “I’m not sure the team would have me. I might go into horticulture, if I can do it without college.” Evelyn's face lit up. "That sounds wonderful! Are there any kind of plants you prefer to work with?" “I help keep the orchids in the roof greenhouse.” “Mr. and Mrs. Stockard!" came a sharp voice, and from the walkway came a harried looking Cyclops. "I'm so sorry for chaotic welcome, but things have been a little hectic around here." He extended them a hand as Max came skittering in behind him, an apologetic wince on his face that he sent to me. Yeah, he’d better be sucking up. He abandoned me like a rat from a sinking ship. "Sorry about that," he whispered as Scott lead his parents away. "He wouldn't leave the damned infirmary!" “They weren’t as bad as I expected.” He sighed with relief. "Oh good. I was scared their - bounciness - would give you the shits." “Your mother stayed in her chair, but it looked dicey from time to time.” Max smirked. "She'd only have grabbed your hand," he said. "She's good at sensing when people need their personal space. Happens when your son goes feral." I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m glad we didn’t have to test it. I probably already used up my patience quota for the week on Freda.” He groaned. "Thanks. She acts tough but she grew up cuddling everyone within five feet of her." “I’ll take your word for it. Come on, let’s go get her.” I grinned and winked at him. “You have some groveling to do.” (Edited by Jen at 9:01 pm on Nov. 3, 2002)
poster: cammogirl Posted on:12:13 am on Nov. 4, 2002 I flopped back on the bed, opening my arms. "I need a hug," I announced. She plopped down next to me, "Good thing I'm here, huh?" Then she leaned down and wrapped her arms as far around me as the bed would let her. "Mmmm, absolutely," I nodded, wrapping my arms about her and squeezing whatever was in my hands. She tucked her head into my shoulder and sighed, "Been far too long since I've been able to do this." I frowned with a little laugh. "Didn't we only get together last week?" She gave a little shrug, "So? I got hugs before we started the other stuff, and its been days since I've had a good hug." "Mmmmm," I moaned. "...Other stuff..." I wiggled my brows at her. "Been far too long since that too." I smiled and nodded. She looked lovely, and her cute little pointy top lip looked ever-so tempting. I pulled her to me, pressing my lips over hers. She gently kissed back, moving her hands up around my neck. I sighed happily, opening my mouth to hers, dipping my fingers into her hair and stroking her scalp gently. She seemed to melt as she pressed her self closer still. I lost myself thoroughly in kissing her, and it wasn't until my energy swept from me that I realised that I had to slow down. I rolled back, blinking, trying to stop feeling dizzy. "Sorry," I breathed. She looked worried, "Hey, are you ok?" I panted, shaking my head. "I think this is a little more than my body can handle at the moment." For reasons I didn't want to go into and embarrass her about all over again. "I should've known you were still less then a hundred percent," she ran her fingers gently through my hair. "Yeah... I'm sorry," I said again. "I think I just want to roll over and go to sleep." I looked to her with the biggest eyes I could muster. "Stay?" She nodded, "Of course. Come on I'll help you with the blankets." I smiled in thanks, and she lifted the blankets, helping me snuggle in underneath them. If there was one thing that I couldn't stop thinking, it was that I was really glad Annie was here.
poster: Allison Posted on: 10:09 pm on Nov. 4, 2002 OOC: Thanks to Jen for help with Logan, be warned, this sucker is longer than my English essay. I just lied there, watching him sleep for a while; it was soothing and so different than watching him down in the med lab. There was none of that gut wrenching ice pick through the left ventricle worry, only a relaxing tingly feeling. I curled up beside him, doing my best not to disturb him; he was just so, so… snuggleable. I gave a little sigh as I let his body warm mine; I grabbed a light blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it over me. I'd just relax a little bit and then head back to my room. ~~~~~ My pillow had gotten twitchy, that was the first thing I noticed when I woke up. The second was that it was dark, very dark; it took me a minute to find the clock, the digital clock shined back at me, 4:17 am. Slowly I sat up, I figured I could slip back to my room and make it easier in the morning with the changing and we wouldn’t have to risk another awkward phase just because he’s a guy. I wrapped the blanket I had been using around my shoulders, and then gave him a soft kiss on the forehead; he stirred a bit but didn’t wake up. I grabbed my shoes off the floor and lightly padded to the door and out into the hallway. It was empty of course; I didn’t know who I expected to see at o’dark thirty. Which is why I yelped when a voice in the darkness growled: "What in the blue blazes do you think you're doing?" “I’m… going to bed. Why are you sitting in the shadows?” I asked in response trying to save a little face. /That’s right Annie, that high pitched squeaky sound wasn’t from you./ "Catching little girls creeping out of boy's bedrooms." “I’m not little!” He folded his arms over his chest and clamped down on his unlit cigar, glowering at me. I folded my arms back at him, pulling Cam’s blanket tighter around me, “And I wasn’t creeping, I was moving quietly.” That didn't help my case any. "Gettin' smart ain't a good plan, Stretch." Heh, Stretch, right focus on the conversation. “I don’t understand how I did anything wrong.” His eyes almost bugged out of his head. "You don't see how breaking House Rules by being in a... "He waved in the direction of Cammo's room. "In his room at 4 am is a problem?" I sighed, “Sleep isn’t illegal, it’s really quite necessary.” "You have a bed of your own. That you're expected to be in. Not doing whatever else you were doing other than sleeping." That bastard! I stepped into his face, “Just sleeping. I don’t know why you’d think there was anything else going on, just because you and Rogue never stop, and Max and Sarah have their situation doesn’t mean the rest of us have to jump the one their with. And fuck you for thinking I’d do anything but sleep after less than a week. “Do you know what happened to him? He almost died, and the psycho bitch that did that to him has been right next to him ever since. He’s finally out of that goddamn hospital and I was getting him settled in his bed, he asked me to stay and I did, I didn’t mean to fall asleep but I did, now you’re accusing me of having sex with him? Well I didn’t,” I glared at him, doing my best not to seethe. He tapped the side of his nose. "I know it didn't go that far - tonight, but it went farther than its' going to again. He's nineteen years old; you're sixteen for Christ's sake! You got no business in his room during the day, let alone creeping out of it in the middle of the night whether he just almost died or not." “So come March, when I’m 17, it’ll be ok? It’s just his room, and it’s the only place you can get away from the shit that goes on here and relax.” He growled, "Come March, I won't be able to say anything. Doesn't make it ok. Until then his room is off limits. Period. If I gotta lock you in your room I'll do it. Hear me? You stay out of his room." “What century is this? You can just lay down bullshit rules, just ‘cause you feel like it. You aren’t my father, hell you aren’t even my mentor! I’ve done nothing to deserve this archaic treatment, and if you lock me in my room, I promise you I’ll go out the window.” "I can lay down any rule I please, but this one ain't mine. It's Xavier's. Remember him, the guy who owns this place?" “Bald, in a wheel chair?” "Yeah him. Look, kid, I'm just tryin' ta look out fer ya. There's plenty of time for that stuff later - when you’re older." “I know that, you’re the one who insists on labeling me some sort of sex fiend.” "Comin' out of a guy's room, wrapped in his blanket, in the middle of the night... you think anyone but me would believe you two weren't...?" “Doing our own impersonation of you and Rogue? And the blanket’s comfortable. Tell me why I should care if some idiot thinks something that isn’t true? I know it’s not true and the people who know me know it’s not true, and that’s what matters.” "You don't talk about Rogue - ever. Got me? As for other people..." He shrugged. "It's your reputation, but you will abide by house rules or I'll be all over your ass. Got me?" “Hey, I’ve got nothing against Rogue, she’s helping me with my Halloween costume and I’m not even in her class,” I raised an eyebrow at him, I knew I was pushing it but I couldn’t help it, “And Cam’s the only one who get’s anywhere near this ass, got me?” "Not until March he doesn't, or he'll find himself back in med lab and you wouldn't want that. Would you?" A little twinkle in his eyes showed he was kidding… well, a little bit anyway. “You touch him and I’ll sic Rogue on you,” I grinned back, “Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna try and get a couple more hours of sleep.” "In your bed," he called out as I walked away. "And don't think I won't check!" I just rolled my eyes as I headed back to my dorm, needless to say that had been an interesting conversation.
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