Mirror, Mirror | By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…I think I got your sinusitis. Blah. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Won’t open. L Morgan: *sneakystalkgloke * Readers/Reviewers: Stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill having computer issues so again, apologies for the lack of archive updates and any slow updates for the main story. *hangs head in shame *
“Jono, stop overreacting.”
_*I don’t think you have any right to tell me how to act, and further my feelings are perfectly valid and… oh, Hell. Bugger all. Fucking shut up, Scott! * _
Scott reeled back out of the way as Jono strode past. “Damn it, Jono! Logan and Mark are on this. If you go running off, you’re just one more person they’re going to have to look for!” He caught up with him in three long strides, before Jono could make it out the door and into the garage. “Listen to me, god damn it, and think with your head!” He grabbed hold of his friend’s shoulder and forced him to turn around. Scott could feel the thrumming energy beneath the bandages and it was all he could do not to jerk away and rub his hands on his jeans to get rid of the feeling of the living energy beneath seemingly dead flesh.
_*Touch me again and I will see to it you don’t walk straight for a month, * _ Jono shot back, shrugging off Scott’s grasp. _* This has taken far too long. It’s unacceptable. * _ He narrowed his eyes at the other youth and seemed to come to some deep decision as he nodded, reaching for the door behind him. _*If it were Jean that were missing, this would not have gone on for more than a day or two at most. But it’s Paige. Paige is not the shining star of your little group and you lot are disgusting me with your awkward scrambling and self centeredness. * _ He jerked the door open and turned away from Scott’s stunned expression. _*If Mark and Logan come back, tell them…tell them whatever the Hell you want. It’s not my problem. * _
Scott had rarely been rendered speechless but at that moment, he honestly could not find the words he wanted to use and even if he could, he had a fairly good idea that they would not come from his throat no matter how hard he tried. “HEY!” he finally shouted, yanking the door open to go after Jono, only to find Jean standing on the other side of the door. She looked beyond tired, her scrubs hanging on her frame so obviously that Scott winced, kicking himself for not having noticed her weight loss over the past several weeks. She had not been eating well, he remembered, and she had been spending far too much time at work and studying. “Jean,” he said after a momentary hesitation, “I…”
“Let him go,” she said quietly, not moving out of his way. “Jono’s right. We dropped the ball. Paige shouldn’t have been missing this long. She’s a girl, a kid and we just fucked around doing our own thing when we should have just devoted all of our energies to finding her.” She leaned heavily against the doorframe and sighed, her skin aching as if she had a fever. She wanted to crawl into bed and just sleep until the pain ended but she knew she could not. She knew, deep down, that the pain was not going to end, that this was quickly becoming a major feature of her life and she had to learn to function around it or through it. “Mark and Logan haven’t left yet, you know. They came back to argue, apparently, and have Professor Xavier cornered in his office upstairs.” She smiled faintly, adding, “Mark’s said bollocks about ten times in ten minutes. Jubilee finds this highly amusing.”
Scott assayed a smile in return and reached out to touch her cheek, nearly jerking away as he felt how warm her skin was. “Jean, you need to go lay down. You’ve got a fever.” He slid his hand to her elbow and tried to lead her away, but she did not move. “Jean, please… you look like death warmed over and you’re hot as Hell.”
“You just want me to go so you can take off after Jono,” she pointed out, gently extricating herself from his grasp. “Let him go, Scott. He can take care of himself. He’ll run into Mark and Logan out there and they won’t let anything happen to him. Much.” She patted his cheek affectionately. “Come on. Kurt’s tearing up the gym and I need you to help get him down from the rings.”
He blinked at the sudden change in topic, jerking his head back slightly as he looked her in the eyes. “Huh?”
She snorted, the smile not quite reaching her eyes. “He’s kind of freaking out about some guy that came to see Kitty and Jubilee’s being a bit…weird…with him.” She leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “Remy’s decided to go. He’s leaving tonight. Jubilee doesn’t know yet.”
He shook his head as if to clear it. “Remy’s leaving? Where’s he going?” He let Jean take his hand and begin to lead him down the hall, away from the study and towards the long passageway to the elevators and then the gym. “The Guild? I thought he couldn’t go back to New Orleans anymore…for a few reasons.”
“He didn’t say,” Jean admitted. “And I didn’t find out. He’s just really upset and he can’t stand the idea of being with Jubilee but not WITH Jubilee…” She smiled a shade crookedly, tugging on his hand to bring him even with her as she strode down the hall. “That part, I found out and didn’t ask.” She slid a sideways glance at him and squeezed his fingers with hers. “Scott, I know these past months haven’t been the best for us…for anyone really, but…”
“Jean,” he sighed, pulling her to a stop with a gently tug on her hand. “Let’s not talk about it right now. Let’s let it rest until all of this is over.”
Jean stared at him, a million emotions boiling up inside her, each one like a flickering tongue of fire lapping at her heart and soul. “Okay,” she smiled back. “Sounds good to me.” A tremendous crash sounded from upstairs, followed by a long string of cursing in both German and English, muffled by the thick floorboards between the floors. “Uh oh…sounds like Mark and Kurt are having a meeting of the minds…” She winced as another crash, not quite as loud as the first, sounded along with the noise of glass breaking.
“I thought Kurt was in the gym,” Scott protested as Jean changed paths, retracing her steps down the hall and dragging him behind.
“Like Kurt is going to stay in one place,” she chided. “Come on, before the entire library is kindling!”
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