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poster:Allison Posted on: 2:49 pm on Nov. 20, 2002 Helping Cam with his sandwich and making him pay had made me ten minutes late for defense; Mr. Logan hadn’t been too pleased. Now that everyone else had been dismissed I was paying for it. He took me to the track with one word, “Run.” It had been hell for the first five minutes, but for the past ten or so, its felt good, maybe the months on the road hadn’t made me as out of shape as I thought. When I passed him for what had to be the tenth time he signaled me to stop. “That’s enough for today. Don’t be late again, and remember what I told you this morning,” he said with a pointed look. I guess that means he figured out why I was late, oh well. I just nodded and set on the grass, letting the cold air cool the sweat on my skin. I was surprised when he spoke again, “Did you know you were using your powers?” I looked up at him, “Huh? When?” “While you were running. Your legs got longer,” he grunted. I looked at him and then down at my legs, I couldn’t really notice anything, so I stood up. He was right; I had made myself taller, while normally he was a few inches taller than me, now we were eye to eye. “Why didn’t I notice?” I asked trying to shrink myself back down to normal height. He shrugged, “Dunno, but you might to talk to Hank about it though.” “Yeah, well I’m off,” I said gesturing back to the mansion. He nodded and I walked off, I needed to change out of my sweaty clothes. ~~~~~ I had to tape a plastic bag over the gauze so I could take a quick shower, but it was worth it, the hot water felt great and combined with the left over endorphins from running, I was feeling very relaxed when I pulled on my tattered old robe. I flopped down on my bed, wincing when I hit the tattoo, so I rolled over onto my stomach looking at the floor. Then something caught my eye; a corner was poking out from under the bed. I snatched it up quickly; it was the box Sam had given me a few days ago. I had forgotten about it in all the drama that had taken place over the last few days. I sliced the taped that held the box closed with my fingernail, ripping the flaps apart. Inside was my faded maroon elephant a small picture frame and a bag of lollypops, at the bottom was a piece of paper. You don’t have to share the candy if you don’t want, I was an asshole, I’m sorry. -Kevin I hugged my precious elephant closer as I read the note, and tried not to cry, but I couldn’t help it when I saw the pictures. In the first I was asleep in the middle of the lawn with my dad and the other was me right before my first communion; I was already in the frilly white dress and my mom was braiding my hair. Beneath each picture were the words, “I love my Daddy,” and “I love my Mommy.” I put the picture frame on my nightstand and squeezed Woofy tightly as I curled up into a ball. The tears were lightly falling as I lied there; more homesick then I had been in months.
poster: Jen Posted on: 11:19 pm on Nov. 24, 2002 OOC: I have agonized and fought with this thing for four days… and then whimped out. Sarah stretched languidly and gazed over at Max, still sleeping soundly by her side, his face relaxed and unguarded, long lashes brushing his cheeks. The afternoon had been… incredible. It never ceased to amaze her how he could make her respond, the way he made her feel. A glance, a grin, a growl, a fleeting touch and god! If he kissed or bit her neck, she was lost. Even his words took her places she’d not believed existed. Even when his bites or attentions got a bit rough, as they had this afternoon, she didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it best when he set the animal part of himself free with her. She loved that she could make him lose control like that. She wasn’t afraid when he got like that. She was never afraid of him. Afraid of what he might do to her heart, but never of him. And for every rough encounter there was one where he touched her so gently, with such reverence that she sometimes wanted to scream at him. She wasn’t one for soft or gentle. That was for pretty girls with longs legs and long hair who were smart and pretty and sweet and kind. Things she thought no one would ever call her. But he did with such intensity and conviction it made her heart ache. Not wanting to wake him, but unable to resist Sarah traced a slow trail down his chest to his thigh, tracing spotted fur she knew as well as her own skin. “Can’t a guy get some sleep around here?” Max growled, opening one eye to regard Sarah with cool amusement. Sarah grinned and gave Max her best innocent look - eyes batting and all, but her fingers weren’t quite with the program. “I didn’t want you to miss dinner.” “I’m sure I’d survive.” “Hmm… but we don’t make it down to dinner, your mother might just decide to come up here to find out what I’m doing to you.” “Heh.” In the blink of an eye, Sarah found herself on the floor, Max nuzzling at her collarbone. “She’s sure get an eyeful.” “This is not con-” Sarah sucked in a sharp breath as Max moved his mouth lower. “Con - conducive to us making it down for dinner.” “Screw dinner.” Max growled returning to his attentions. “I’ll make you something later.” “As... tempting as that is, we have to eat and I need seeMs... Ms. Munroe about this stupid project.” Max grinned, still not quite admitting defeat as Sarah was beginning to have trouble making her sentences come out clearly. “What project?” “Project… history…The one I have to do with… Angelica.” Max sat up, his face screwing up in disgust. “That sucks.” “Tell me about it. Bitch even had the nerve to tell Ms. Munroe that she didn’t feel safe working with me.” “You did almost kill her.” Sarah tugged the sheet from the bed covering herself. “Almost only counts in horseshoes and mortar fire, Maxie,” she pronounced imperiously. Max snorted in laughter and then nipped Sarah’s shoulder sharply. “Don’t call me that,” he growled in mock reprimand. “What are you gonna do to me if I do… Maxie?” Sarah taunted, her lips inches from his. He moved toward her then abruptly pulled away, settling in a beanbag. A smug grin on his face. “Nothing.” “Nothing?” Sarah asked indignantly, getting to her knees. “Nothing?” “Yup,” Max said plucking his copy of the latest Rolling stone from the crate. “Nothing.” Sarah was about to pounce – when a familiar cloying scent became apparent outside the door. Max groaned and grabbed for his discarded jeans. He opened the door, glaring down at Angelica. "What do you want?" She glared back at him defiantly, "I need to talk with Sarah." “She’s busy.” "School is more important than," she paused wrinkling her nose, "whatever it is you two may be busy with." Sarah came to the door, still wrapped in the sheet. “You line up a chaperone?” The last word drawled out with as much contempt as she could pack into three short syllables. She gave a disdainful look at Sarah's apparel, "Yes, Mr. Worthington in the library, now. I would suggest you put on something less... Well something more." “I dunno, maybe this’ll help my grade.” Sarah retorted. Angelica blanched, and then looked between Sarah and Max, "I didn't realize he was into sharing." Sarah glared at Angelica, knuckles white. "“Downstairs in five," she hissed and slammed the door in Angelica’s face. (Edited by Jen at 11:44 pm on Nov. 24, 2002)
poster: Angelface Posted on: 11:16 pm on Nov. 25, 2002 I know I probably just signed my own death certificate, but I couldn’t resist egging her on when I saw her reaction. I shouldn’t feel proud of myself for that small victory, but I do. I will not let her intimidate me. I hurried back down to the library; I didn't want Mr. Worthington to leave even though I expected Sarah to be longer than five minutes. I suspect it will take her longer than that to find all of her clothes. Good, he is still here, “Mr. Worthington? Sarah should be down in a few minutes, she has to gather her… notes.” He smirked, but wiped it away quickly. I think he might just have the same opinion of her as I do. “What exactly is it that you two need help on?” “We’ve been paired together for a history project, but I’d rather not have to work with her alone.” “Fair enough, but it's going to be hard to get to know her with stodgy old Mr. Worthington present,” he said with some amusement, flashing me a smile that would melt any girl's heart. I admit that the first few months I was here I had harbored a small crush, but how could I not? He was smart, classy, attractive, and its not like he was that old; so I smiled back, “I’m sure we’ll make do.” Sarah stormed in, dropping into the chair across from me, giving me an ugly look. “Ok, let’s get this over with.” Mr. Worthington shot me a sympathetic look as I organized my notes; “Do you have any preference on which stand point you will write from?” “I didn't want to do this in the first place. So, I would say... no.” I just had to try and be polite, didn’t I? “Very well then, I’ll take the Pro Drake side, and you can take the anti.” “Is he really necessary?” she asked nodding toward Mr. Worthington. “I'm not going to do anything here in the library. Too many witnesses.” I looked up from the paper I had begun to title, “Then what’s one more?” “Fine. Toss me some paper and a pencil. Please.” I separated a few sheets, and gave her a pen I didn’t care if I ever saw again, because I doubted I would. All I wanted to do was get done with this, perhaps I’ll call Dimitri later… I was starting my second sheet when I looked up at Sarah who was staring out the window. I took a look myself, but it was pitch dark and I couldn't see a thing. Certainly nothing that would capture my interest as it obviously had Sarah's. I cleared my throat loudly. “Are you planning on writing your part or are you just going to stare out the window all night?” “Staring is sounding pretty good to me.” She turned back to her paper and huffed. “This is stupid.” “The sooner you stop complaining and procrastinating, the sooner you’ll be done,” I said sharply. She almost looked sorry for a moment, before ducking her head and starting to write. Honestly, I hope Ms. Munroe appreciates this because I certainly could find better things to do with my evening. Next time - god I hope there isn't a next time - I take the seat facing the window. And I need to get Mr. Worthington a small thank you gift tomorrow for doing this. I'm sure Sarah won't. We worked silently for a while, when Sarah stood, tossing the papers at me, “I have to go, you can look it over if you want.” I watched her exit and turned to Mr. Worthington, “I’m sorry to have kept you here for so long, it’s almost dinner.” “That's quite all right, Angelica,” he said folding up his paper. “I don't mind. Rescuing fair damsels from evil is kinda my line of work.” He paused as if considering something. “If you don't mind me saying so, this animosity between you and Sarah isn't good for either of you - or the school. Perhaps you should consider asking her to talk out the problem with a third party.” “I wish it were possible but I highly doubt that she would consent to that.” “Depends on how you ask her.” He held up a hand to stop my protests before I even began. “I know she's difficult, but I don't think she's the person you think she is and I know it would help matters if you stopped looking down your nose at her and tried to get to know her.” I sighed, “I suppose I can try.” “Good. Now I sense there was something else?” “Well, you see, my friend Dimitri and I are going to a … on Saturday and he is not aware of my capabilities, let alone the fact that I live with dozens of other mutants, some more obvious than others,” I sighed. “He is supposed to pick me up but I am wondering if that is wise.” “And you're afraid he won't take it well.” “Of course I am, the only other person he’s met around here is Annie for gods sake and she hardly gave the best impression.” He chuckled. “She can be a bit... daunting.” “Even with out mentioning she’s a mutant,” I grumbled. “Are you ashamed of being a mutant, of them being mutants?” I looked to him, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I were normal.” “There's wishing you were normal and then there's being ashamed. “If Dimitri is important to you, then you shouldn't lie to him.” I huffed, “I haven’t lied, I’ve just omitted a few facts.” He raised an eyebrow. “A lie by omission... I'm not telling you what to do here Angelica. If you want to change plans and have me or someone else take you to the city that's fine. I just want to be sure you've thought it through and are doing it for the right reasons - not because you're ashamed or afraid.” “Well, I don’t think I need to make any new plans just yet,” I said. “Good. You'd better head off to dinner or your choices will be slim…” I thanked him and started off, but he called out after me. “I'm sure you're decision will be the right one - whatever it is.” I smiled, “Thank you Mr. Worthington.” I'm glad someone has faith in me. I would go forever without telling a soul about my abilities, if I could. But I don't want to live a lie. It goes against everything I know and everything Xavier stands for. On the other hand, he hasn't told us we should shout it from the rooftops either....
poster: Jen Posted on: 11:16 am on Nov. 26, 2002 I shouldn’t have been wasting Angelica’s time staring out the window, but the grounds were so pretty – all the deep blues and purples of the trees, the reds and oranges of the kids playing touch football. I’ve almost forgotten what night is supposed to look like, what they see. Nothing is ever dark for me anymore. It’s funny; I used to be terrified of the dark. Dave and Mark would lock me in the closet so I couldn’t tag along with their buddies and I’d scream and cry and pound on the door begging to be let out and then give up and just sit in the dark – listening for every little sound, wondering what was going to jump out and eat me. They didn’t help, enjoying tormenting me as only brothers can - leaving me drawings and pictures of monsters on my desk, swearing that these were native to the new duty station and I should watch out. Bastards. It’s amusing now – now that I can’t ever be left in the dark. Cassie’s not in the dark either. They have those lights burning down on her 24/7 and all hose people watching her, digging into her mind. I can’t imagine how horrible that must feel. I could see how painful it was for Kurt to watch. I’m going to go relieve him. He needs something to eat, a shower and a nap - not necessarily in that order. He hasn’t left her side, not trusting the others to look after Cassie. I can’t blame him, but he knows I won’t let them hurt her, so maybe he’ll go if I promise to stay. Actually no maybe about it. He’s leaving med lab for a few hours if I have to knock him out and drag him to his room myself. I marched in, prepared to do verbal (and maybe physical) battle with Kurt but he wasn’t there. No one was there. Cassie’s holding cell was empty, the door flung wide, but no signs of any sort of struggle. I turned on my heel, heading back to my room, smiling broadly. Whatever Xavier had done must have worked. That was great. Running down the hall, I hadn’t even noticed Dr. Grey coming towards me, clipboard in hand. “When did she get out? Why didn’t you tell anyone?” I demanded, grabbing her arm. “Sarah, what are you talking about?” “Cassandrea. When did you release her?” “She – she’s not in her c – cell?” I pursed my lips. Cage was more like it. And from the way Jean smells so uncomfortable – its what she meant, but I didn’t really have a chance to challenge it as her eyes glazed over for a moment and uncomfortable was replaced with stark fear. “Oh my god. She’s gone and Kurt’s gone too.”
poster: Amezri Posted on: 12:45 pm on Nov. 26, 2002 OOC: This post is in Kurt POV. Just 'cause. Sorry about the shortness. Have a Happy Turkey Day! Cassandrea's behavior had only gotten stranger since we left Westchester, but at least she wasn't homicidal anymore. She was just talking to herself more frequently as the hours wore on. Before I left the Institute, I had tried looking up some of the Black Queen's files in the database. Nearly everything was classified and I couldn't delve further without someone being alerted. All I could find were some references to a small town in upstate New York. Yeah, that was helpful. "Someone's coming," she said quietly. I cursed my freakish appearance once again as we ducked out of sight. If I looked, well, normal we would've been on a bus and to our destination already. Instead, I've had to guide her through darkened alleyways and teleport whenever possible. "Why would she help us?" Cassie whispered. "We should be there tomorrow." "That's not an answer." /Not, it's not./ I sighed. "It's not important." She stopped, grabbing my arm to hold me back. "Of course it's important," she said sternly. "What are you going to trade her, Kurt? I looked everywhere but in her eyes then. I knew what the Black Queen wanted - what any enemy of Xavier would want. I couldn't tell her though. She wouldn't allow me to go through with it if she knew what the price was. "Tell me. What are you--" Cassie stopped. Her head tipped to the side slightly, listening to voices only she could hear. "But I need to know. No, I guess not. What if-- fine, all right then." There was a brief silence and then, "lead on elf," Hydra said with a smirk. I grimaced, not really wanting to understand what just transpired in her mind.
poster: Allison Posted on: 10:50 pm on Nov. 27, 2002 OOC: A short post is still a post If I were to pick my biggest vanity it wouldn’t take me very long to decide on my nails. It started when I was about eleven, I just went long enough with out cutting them and, of course, they got long and people started to compliment them. Of course the boys weren’t quite fond them, seeing as I was not above drawing blood, or at the very least severely denting them. One of my favorite questions was “Are those real?” Even in my trip cross country I brought a little emery board with me, to keep them in line and repair any chipping. Which is why, now, I was looking at my hands curiously. In the last few minutes I had picked and bitten at them to the point that they were short and stubby. My hands didn’t look like my hands anymore, even with the chipped purple nail polish. It was bizarre but I didn’t really care, I just kept picking at whatever was left. It was a monotonous activity, one that didn’t take much concentration, but it took enough to distract me. It was strange; my entire body felt… heavy, I was just so weighted down with a sort of yearning for home. I had kept myself from really missing my home and my family and my friends for months, with a sort of self-righteous anger at their initial reactions to my mutancy. Ryan’s letter was the first chip into the block, but Kevin’s just made it all come crashing down. I sniffled into one of Woofy’s large ears and scrunched my eyes shut. I didn’t want to miss them, but how could I not? I didn’t want to cry anymore either but I had about as much control over that, as I did the make up of my chromosomes. (Edited by Allison at 8:34 pm on Nov. 27, 2002)
poster: cammogirl Posted on: 8:25 pm on Dec. 2, 2002 My recovery was starting to get boring, I had to admit. Cyke let me sit in on briefings, and look over patrol reports, but the administration side of vigilante work really bit the big one for me. I preferred being out there and making a difference. The sad thing was it would take me at least another week before Jean would let me anywhere *near* the Danger room, let alone being out there in the field. I decided to loll around in the rec room, as talking to the constant flux of students was better than going insane. I could even help a few with their homework of they needed it. It was about the middle of the day when the new girl loped in. I could understand how one would think that she was the progeny of Max - she looked just like him. Same brown eyes, same kind of nose, same lanky body with the strong sinewy set muscles. Maybe it was because she was clearly a cat-type mutant. Well. May as well attempt to make her feel welcome, whatever the case. I wheeled over to her and extended a hand. "Hey. I'm Cameron. Welcome to Xavier's." She smiled slightly and shook my hand. "I'm Freda." Her eyes caught on the wheelchair and she lifted her brows, looking a little frightened to talk about it. "So... are you disabled like the Professor?" I laughed and shook my head. "Hell no. I just got knocked about a bit in the last mission and I need to get my strength back." She nodded, her mouth a little 'o' shape. "Sorry. How embarrassing..." I shrugged. "Don't worry about it. So how do you like the place? Had the big tour?" She nodded and glanced about. "It's okay. I'd prefer my home but I guess I should be happy I'm somewhere where I can walk around in a pair of shorts and know I won't get my head pounded in." "Well, as long as you steer clear of Sarah or Logan you will," I said with a smirk. "Sarah Carmody?" she said, looking a little surprised. "She's great! She wouldn't hurt me." I tilted my head and smiled. "Oh! So you know her?" She looked at me like I was a little dense. "Of course I know her. I'm Max's sister." My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. "Ohhhh! Right!" I laughed and patted her arm, "Wow, no wonder you remind me of him!" She thinned her lips. "I look like him?" "Only in a vague sister way," I said, "He has the man-beast that'll rip you to shreds look, you have the anime sex-kitten look." I frowned. "Don't tell Annie I said that." Freda ducked her head away and looked rather embarrassed. "Oh... I don't know who Annie is. Is she your girlfriend?" "Yes," I said firmly. "Yes. Green hair-" "Oh! Duh, the girl in your lap in the kitchen!" Now it was my turn to look embarrassed. "Is everyone so open about their sex lives here or do I just have some weird effect on people?" she asked me. I coughed and shrugged, "I - I don't know. I only just got into the 'having a social life' thing after burying myself in the X-Men, so I'm not the best person to ask." Freda nodded. "Well, I better go. I have my first class in a minute. I'm just glad my parents are gone, they were driving me up the fucking wall." Yup. Definitely Max's sister. I grinned. "Nice meeting you, Freda." She waved and smiled lazily at me before loping back out the door again. My thoughts immediately drifted to Annie. She should have finished her class by now. I was halfway to her room when I rolled past Logan. "Hey Logan!" I grinned and waved. Logan did not grin. Logan did not wave. He crossed his arms, cocked a leg, and stared at me like I was the world's biggest pervert. I stopped and blinked at him. "Logan?" "I got one piece of advice for ya, Kid," he said. "No underaged girls in your room. Ya got that?" My jaw dropped. "I don't believe this..." I just kept on rolling, right past him, but Logan stopped me in my tracks again. "I wanna be sure we have an understanding here..." I glared at Logan. "Listen, 'bud'," I spat. "I care for Annie, more than you'll ever know. The fact that you think that I'd do ANYTHING to her at this stage in the game not only speaks very low of your opinion of me, but of your opinion of my feelings for Annie. I'm an adult, Logan. I'm a member of the X-Men. I would not, will not, EVER, do anything to compromise my position, or to hurt Annie in any way. You can be cautious whilst she's still a minor, Logan, but I'm as hell-bent as you on making sure things are all above board." I rolled close and glared at Logan. "So, all things being equal... you better mind your own damned business." Logan stepped back, lifting his hands. "Hey, I said I wanted to make sure we had an understanding. I don't want to run your damned life, so calm down already." There was that feral glint in his eyes then. "So long as you remember the rules. " "You're talking to Mini-Cyke, remember?" I said. "Like I ever would." Logan nodded. I think under normal circumstances, he would have smirked. "Get going then," he rumbled. I could tell he was being particularly nice to me, but I don't think anyone ever told him he'd offended them before in the middle of an argument. It's just not the way Logan communicated. Maybe I was a sap or something, I dunno. Finally I reached Annie's room, and I knocked on the door. "Annie? Can I come in?" There wasn't a direct response, just the sound of rustling. "An?" The door opened, to reveal Annie curled up on the bed, her arm was shrinking back down from an elongated form. I rose a brow, looking impressed. "You're getting really good at that, you know." She shrugged her shoulders, and tugged on the sleeve of her robe. I rolled forward, closing the door behind me and coming close to her. I took her hand. "Hey... what's wrong?" She looked at me, her lip quivering a bit, "They miss me, they shouldn't miss me, them missing me makes me miss them," she paused to sniffle, "It's not fair, it was easier before." I sighed, and slowly moved myself to her bed. I wrapped my arms about her and hugged her. "It's okay, Annie. It's okay to miss them. And of course they miss you. You're wonderful. I'd miss you." I gave a soft laugh. "Hell, I miss you when I go to bed at night. How stupid is that?" She leaned into the hug, "But then its only for a few hours. It's been months and I couldn't miss them before, I was angry before... Now I'm just sad." I stroked some of her hair. "Why don't you call them up? Talk to them?" "I...I... I don't know. It's just not the same you know? If I miss you I can go and find you and just be near you, but they're 2000 miles away." I frowned, looking to our hands. "Do-" I choked. I pressed my lips together and looked back up to her. "Do you want to go back home?" She looked at me with wide eyes, "I don't know, I wish I did. But you're here and everyone who understands Annie the mutant is here, but everyone who understands Annie the freaky little kid is back there. I just... I don't know." I will admit it. I was afraid. I was really afraid that she'd leave me. But I loved her, and I'd be there for her no matter what she wanted to do. I held her hands, meeting her eyes firmly. "Annie... whatever you choose, whatever you decide - I'm here for you okay? I'll support you." She threw her arms around me and buried her head into my shoulder, "I know, I know that." I hugged her tightly, sighing. I meant it, even if it meant her leaving me.
poster: Allison Posted on: 9:44 pm on Dec. 4, 2002 I was happy to be squeezed close to Cam as my poor old elephant got crushed between us. He really was perfect, just by sitting here and holding me I was able to sort out my jumbling thoughts. And it’s not even as though I had to ask, he just came in here and listened. He also brought up the issue of going home, even though it would cause more than a few problems for us. He’s just wonderful. I turned my head and kissed his neck gently, then I sighed, “God, I love you.” I froze for a second, I hadn’t meant to say it, it was more of a personal revelation than something I wanted to share with the class. His expression was soft as he leant back and looked into my eyes, his hand coming up and cradling my cheek. "You too, Annie." Then again, my kindergarten teacher always said that sharing was a good thing. I smiled and blushed a little at the same time, “I don’t think I want to go home, at least not now and not forever or anything.” He nodded with a little smile. "Good, cause even if you did, you'd have a hard time getting rid of me." “I wouldn’t dream of even trying,” I said moving up to brush my lips against his. He pressed his lips down on mine, kissing me deeply, causing me to sigh and pull myself closer. I ran my fingers through his hair, I’ve discovered that I like it the length he has it, actually long enough to play with, and it smells nice too. I was soon distracted from his hair by wandering hands; he was a gentleman as always, though I can’t say I minded that his hands were moving lower. When they reached my butt they gave a gentle squeeze, and it was a surprisingly pleasant experience. I broke my lips away from his and nuzzled into the side of his neck, as my own hands played along his shoulders and down his arms, they were solid from all his X-men training and swimming. I loved having them wrapped around me; he was going to give me an arm fetish at this rate. Gradually we tipped back onto the bed so I was pinned underneath him. I noticed a certain… lump near my hip, but I didn’t have much of a chance to get embarrassed as he was back to kissing me again and that tongue was damned distracting. I didn’t hear the door open, but I did hear a surprised voice gasping, "Oh for God's sakes..." He leapt right up off me, swinging around, and he was blushing redder than a beet. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, Angelica...” He looked to me, squirming a moment and then offering me a hand to help me up. I took his hand and tightened the sash on my robe with the other; it had loosened up a bit but had stayed on. Thank God, because without it I’d be half-naked, underneath I had on a tank top and underwear and nothing more. As I looked up at Angelica I was torn between being embarrassed that she found us like that, and pissed at her for interrupting, I was having fun dammit. Of course she wasn’t looking at me she was giving Cammo a pointed stare, “I thought you were still in the wheelchair.” He gave a weak smile. "I got better." She pursed her lips and shook her head in disbelief, then walked over to her desk, pulling out an address book. She the head for the door, I couldn’t believe she was being so calm about this, I expected a lecture or a snooty glare and comment, or all three. I picked up a pair of pajama pants off the floor and slipped them on. She raised an eyebrow, “Doesn’t getting dressed rather defeat the purpose?” And then she closed the door behind her. Cameron folded his arms, shaking his head. "Like she wouldn't do the same with that guy she's dating." I snorted, “She probably wouldn’t do the same if she were married.” "Listen... I kinda told Logan that I wouldn't - we - wouldn't be doing anything below board, cause you know - I'm a guy that follows the rules. And... what we did, well-” He looked torn. "We can't do it again, I mean... not until..." It tore at me to see him all stuttering and nervous like this, so I brought his hand up to my lips and kissed it softly. “Yeah, I know, he got to me too. I don’t suppose we can have you getting banned from in here now could we?” I sighed, “This kind of sucks, but I suppose we’ll just have to stick with scarring people in public for a while.” He sighed, pulling me to him in a hug, and holding me tight. I sighed, and let myself be wrapped up, it was for certain, I was definitely getting a thing for his arms.
poster: nacey Posted on: 11:41 pm on Dec. 5, 2002 I was getting ready for a Danger Room session with Logan when Sarah ran in, eyes blazing. "Hey," I said, smiling brightly. "Mom and Dad left an hour ago. We're free!" "Where is it?" she demanded, moving to rummage through the desk drawer. "Where's what?" I asked with a frown, sitting on my bed and looking utterly lost. Sarah didn't usually jump at me with non-sequiter. "The goddammed card. The Hellfire card. Where is it?" I stood. "I don't know. I gave it to Xavier. Why? What's going on?" "Can you remember the address? Even part of it?" Her hands were clenched into fists. "Uhm... other than it being in Massechusets, no. Slow down and TELL me what's going on!" "She's gone. She got out, or he let her out or..something. But she's gone and we have to get her back. Hydra will kill Kurt the moment he becomes useless and THAT will happen if she gets to Frost before we do." I closed my eyes, trying to filter sense from Sarah's babbling. The penny dropped, and I glared at her. "Cassie's gone?! Are you sure Kurt is with her?" "He's not here and I can't see him letting her get away without saying anything - unless he were dead." I nodded, and I walked over to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. "Calm down, it's okay. We'll go talk to the X-Men and-" She stiffened. "You talk to whomever you wish. I'm going to get my friend. You coming, or not?" "Woah woah woah," I held onto her tight. "What do you think you're going to do?" She shrugged. "I'll figure that out when I get there." I sighed, closing my eyes. "Sar, that might work on a smaller scale, but this is Emma Frost we're talking about here. She took out the X-Men crack troops, and if you go there on your own she's gonna make mince-meat out of you. Trust me. She'll turn you inside out and make a Sarah-shaped bow out of you before you even *blink*." "So I'm just supposed to sit here and be a good little girl? Cassie came after me knowing she was going up against Magneto - who's done a number on the lofty X-Men a time or ten so I've heard. I sat here and did nothing the last time. I'm not doing that again." I sighed, and took her hand. "Come on. At least let's talk to Logan first. He's the most impulsive and take-charge of the lot and he'll be sympathetic. If he doesn't bite, then I'll go with you." I grit my teeth. "If you're gonna go get yourself killed I wanna be there with you." That got a smirk. "To the gallows - foot and after?" "All the way," I said with a sharp smile. "I'm going no matter what he says. You know that, right?" "Oh yeah," I nodded. "I'm just trying to make sure you don't get yourself killed. Come on." We started on our way to the Danger Room. "You're getting awfully bossy," Sarah said giving me a sideways glance, her words softened by the amused twist of her mouth. I shrugged apologetically. "Sorry. I slipped into X-Man mode." "I've gotten rather used to it." She stopped and bit her lip. "They will go after her, won't they?" "The X-Men?" Sarah rolled her eyes. "No, the smurfs." I rolled my eyes back at her and nodded. "Yeah. They will." She came to a dead stop outside the Danger Room doors. "I think this is a bad idea. Let's just go. Jean... they won't listen. They've given up on her." I eyed her. "Not Logan. He's like us. He never gives up on one of his own." "I certainly hope you're right," she said as I pressed my thumb to the Danger Room entry pad and then walked into the room as the door opened. Logan was waiting for me in the Danger Room, and he ticked a brow when Sarah followed in behind me. "This is a private party," he said, and looked to Sarah. "If you stay to watch you might lose your head." "You think I'm not up for it?" A challenge flashed in her eyes for a moment, before she stamped it down. "But there are other problems right now." Logan's brow dipped down. "What's up?" "Cassie's gone." Logan bound forward, working his hands, his lips set to a firm line. He wanted us to follow him, so he flicked his head at us. "When?" "Sometime in the last 6 hours. No sign of a struggle. The isolation cell is intact.... and Kurt's gone too." Logan snorted, reaching the uniform cabinets. "So we know how. Only question is where." "Back to Frost? Xavier couldn't undo what Frost did and if Hydra was in control, she'd go back to Frost, wouldn't she? Isn't Hydra part of Frost or the other way around?" Logan eyed Sarah. "Not necessarily, but for now it's all we got." He pulled out his uniform and glanced at the both of us. "You know that, following the rules, I gotta tell you two to stay here." "Like that's gonna work," she smirked. "I don't have much of a track record for following orders." Logan snorted. "Sure, but now that I've told you not to follow me, it won't be my fault when you do." He gave a slow smirk. Sarah returned the smirk. "Covering your ass, sir? I didn't think you had it in you." He loped towards the change-rooms, determination in his eyes. "I just hate having my cigar smoking privileges revoked." Man. Logan was ten-thousand different kinds of cool.
poster: Jen Posted on: 2:19 pm on Dec. 6, 2002 Max, Logan and Sarah were ushered into Emma Frost’s office by a very pale woman with a large black spot over her eye. Another woman, with a vicious scar down her face stood in the corner, stock still, hate emanating from her still form. Sarah fought off a shiver as Frost’s cold eyes raked over her. Sarah couldn’t help feeling that she’d been assessed and found wanting. Emma Frost’s office couldn’t be more different from Xavier’s if she had tried. As old world and comfortable as Xavier kept his surroundings, that was how stark and modern this room was. “Where is she?” Logan snapped, putting his hands on the edge of the glass desk. “To whom might you be referring?” Emma asked, gazing at her visitors coolly, seemingly unperturbed by the growling X-Man before her. “Cassandrea - your latest mind puppet. Where is she?” Emma startled for a moment, but them locked her features back down to regard Logan with an icy stare. "She's not here. Go away" "You expect us to believe that?" Max growled. Frost shot him an annoyed glare. “Yes. Now if you will excuse me…” “You disappoint me.” Sarah said abruptly as the two ‘bodyguards’ for lack of a better word moved in to escort the trio out. “From what I’ve heard of you, I didn’t think you would take losing this well.” Logan glared at her. He’d told her in no uncertain terms to keep her mouth shut. Sarah knew she’d be paying for this later… if she had a later. The room had reduced to the two women – one sure and in control, the other praying her courage would hold. “Who says I’ve lost?” Emma asked, waving back Domino and Callisto. “The flash of surprise when Mr. Logan asked where she was.” Sarah locked eyes with the woman behind the desk. “She didn’t come back here, which means she’s loose. You know how dangerous she is. Do you really want her running loose? Do any of us?” “The X-Men broke my control over Cassandrea with that foolish rescue attempt. Who says I can do anything?” “I’m sure you can do far more than you let on.” “Flattery, my dear?” Sarah shrugged. “Perhaps.” She turned to Logan who was watching her as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “We’re wasting our time. She can’t do a thing.” Emma smiled, but it brought no warmth to her face. “I can do many things, little one, but in this case Xavier’s meddling may make repairing the damage impossible. There is, however, one other that has mental abilities that in combination with mine… and Xavier’s,” she added reluctantly. “Might – might - be up to the task.” “Who?” Logan growled. “If you want her help, you’d better have something to trade. She’s not nearly as… generous as I.” “The name already,” Max growled. Casually, the White Queen picked up a crystal pen and wrote on a slip of snow-white parchment. Ignoring Max and Logan’s outstretched hand, she gave the paper to Sarah. “If she agrees to help you, call me. I’ll come.”
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