FIC: Summer's End, 8/?, PG13/R, W/R
- DISCLAIMERS REPOSTED IN PART 0
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The cell phone was a pain in the ass, but if it kept Xavier from using
Cerebro to snoop him out when he was wanted back in Westchester then it
was worth carrying around. He still hadnt quite solved the problem of
the ringing tone, though he suspected Marie and her roommates of making
a game out of resetting it every chance they got to "borrow" it from him,
and he never could remember how to find his way through the menus to the
one that set the ringing tone without Marie to show him. Which meant that
he ran the risk of having an embarrassingly fruity song suddenly playing
from his pocket in a dingy bar or strip joint.
He hadnt actually gone out tonight, but the phone was on anyway so he
was the only person present to be annoyed by the wispy scale trilling
from the phone at an annoyingly piercing volume. The stupid ring wasnt
enough to upset him tonight, though with him being right there in his
room at Chuckies, the only person with reason to call him at *this*
"Yep, thats me!" Giggly and happy and well, not there in his room, but
still he was hearing her voice for the first time in more than a week, so
it was much better than having nothing of her there at all.
"Hows it going?" Which was inane, absolutely inane, but he wasnt so
good with talk when he didnt have anything that really needed saying,
except that, "Ive missed you."
"I missed you too but Ive been doing something about that."
"And the Massachusetts Academy is in *desperate* need of a *competent*
self-defense instructor." A pause, and then a shift to a quieter tone.
"One whos used to teaching mutants but can pass for normal for the
"Regular students? Theyre mixing you with kids who arent mutants?"
"And theyve got the mutants passing for normal?"
A little pause, then, "Yeah."
"Without your gloves and all that? And they aint worried?"
A slightly longer pause, then, "Ms. Frost checked me out on my second day
there. She knows I have control."
"Yeah... And she knows how I got it."
"And I got her to agree that she needs a self-defense instructor, so
shes willing to talk to you and see what you can do..."
"But, youre probably gonna have to really wow her to get her to decide
to hire you."
"I think I can manage."
"Yeah, if anyone can wow Frosty, its *you*..."
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She Whose Quotations Are Both Exotic and Appropriate
Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
Adamantium-Revealing X-Rays, and Official Listener for the Occasional
"Okay, this is going to hurt quite a bit, but, I suppose, that's the
entire POINT. I'm aiming for obscene agony, so if it's just merely
unbearable, DO say something."
-- Johnny C, JOHNNY THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC #6, by Jhonen Vasquez
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