FIC: Summer's End, 7/?, PG13/R, W/R
- DISCLAIMERS REPOSTED IN PART 0
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It was nearly 2am, and Logan was going down to the schools computer lab
to he could barely believe it check his e-mail.
Thankfully, the lab was empty. (As he had hoped the late hour would
ensure.) Also thankfully, the computers were still on, albeit with the
screen savers running. He frowned at the branching pipework assembling
itself across the nearest darkened screen, gingerly seating himself
before the largely unfamiliar equipment. Fortunately his elbow joggled
the mouse while he was still wondering how to make the computer work
properly, disabling the screen saver and returning the monitor to the
desktop he remembered Marie having shown him the previous week.
/"See, you click on the little wheel like a ships wheel..."/
It took some fumbling and false starts, but he got the pointer to the
Navigator icon. After repeated annoyed clicking of the mouse buttons, he
finally managed to double-click and open the program. It took a few tries
before he remembered to include the ":" after the "http," but eventually
he managed to pull up the Hotmail screen.
/"One hundred seventy-five? How the hell can there be that many people
already using the name Wolverine?"
With a little giggle, "Maybe there are a lot of Michigan football
The password was easy enough to remember Marie had chosen it... The
screen it sent him to was confusingly cluttered, but he remembered to
click on the little "Inbox" to the left, and when it pulled up his
messages there it was... "Hey, sugar!" from _Marie Gordon_. By now having
the idea to click on the little underlined words, he managed to pull up
the message text by clicking on Maries name, and read:
I dont have a lot of time before I get booted off the computer to let
someone else on for school stuff, but I just wanted to drop you a line.
Its been interesting so far, and I have a lot less secrets here than I
did at Xaviers and a job opening for you. Ill try to call when I
He couldnt keep from grinning at that, just a little bit so they
hadnt gone to all the trouble of setting this account up for nothing.
And if that "job opening" meant what it looked like could he be moving
to Frosts Academy? If it got him back to Marie, he was willing enough...
That bit about having a lot less secrets, though that might be
worrisome. Examining his options in all the little pale blue buttons, he
tried "Reply" and was rewarded with a blank message to
i managed to figure out how to work the damn computer and i read your
message. i want to hear more about that job you got lined up for me"
frowning as a thought occurred to him "and what did you mean by having
less secrets there? if that means you cant really talk to me on the
computer, thats fine you got my number.
He eyed the message thoughtfully, wondering if there was anything to add
or remove, before hitting "Send."
Really, that signature said the most important thing.
Satisfied that his first unguided foray onto the internet had gone so
well, he found the "Passport log out" button and left the computer
without bothering to close the Navigator window. This called for a beer.
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Steps were taken to ensure that no existing e-mail accounts were
infringed upon in the creation of this fic... ;-)
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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