FIC: Summer's End, 11/?, PG13/R, W/R
- DISCLAIMERS REPOSTED IN PART 0
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"When authorities warn you of the sinfulness of sex, there is an
important lesson to be learned. Do not have sex with the authorities."
From "Basic Sex Facts For Today's Youngfolk" in _Life In Hell_ by Matt
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Emma frowned at the tableau presented by her downed students and their
unharmed target. She was managing not to look impressed but just
barely. "What a fine showing you make against untrained children."
Logan raised an eyebrow at her. "Funny, I thought they were here to *get*
training. And you must have thought they actually had a shot at taking me
out, or you wouldnt have been so casual about sending them to deal with
Emma raised her own brow to mirror his expression. "What makes you think
I sent them to deal with you?"
"Its what I overhead you telling your secretary youd do."
The eyebrow dropped, the chill poise cracked for just a moment.
"But they prove Rogues point. If this was the best they could do, you
*really* need someone competent teaching them how to fight before one of
them manages to get killed."
Emma frowned, then her face cleared. Glancing about at her downed
students, she actually allowed a flicker of concern to appear on her
Logan approved. It was the most humanity shed shown so far. "They should
be all right. I was pulling my punches." As her eyebrows raised in
disbelief or startlement, he added, "If youve got an infirmary or
something like that, we could take them all there to be checked over."
In response, Frost headed for an intercom at a nearby doorway. "Camilla,
please send people to the main downstairs hallway to carry some students
to the infirmary. Weve had a..."
As she hesitated, searching for a plausible excuse, Logan offered,
She glared at him, before continuing, "Slight training mishap."
Satisfied that the wounded were tended to, Emma led Logan to her own
office. Closing the door behind him, she offered him a seat, which he
ignored. "So, Mr...?"
"Logan. Just Logan."
"All right, Just Logan, so after spending how long working at Xaviers
School for the Gifted...?" She paused, irony making the quotation marks
"About a year."
"One year working at Xaviers, you suddenly feel compelled to leave this
position and seek employment elsewhere."
"Any particular reason why?"
He hesitated, reminding himself of how much Marie said this woman already
knew. "I was at Chuckies" she looked startled at the nickname "to be
with someone, and with her gone, I didnt care to stay."
"I see. And were you aware of the age of consent in the state of New
York? Its seventeen, I believe."
"*Really*? We thought it was eighteen!"
"And were you aware that young Miss Gordon is *sixteen*?"
"Sure got her a present on her last birthday and everything." Mood
noticeably shifting from "provokingly obtuse" to "bluntly serious," he
added, "If youre trying to point out that I had I *have* an
underaged girlfriend, youre right. I admit it. But it was only Marie
Im not in the habit of jumping on random teenagers. So if youre
worrying about me having problems keeping my hands off your students,
dont be its just Marie."
"Ill keep that under advisement," Emma said drily, but her expression
had cleared somewhat. And then her attitude visibly shifted, as her gaze
went from stern to assessing, eyes thoughtfully wandering down his form
and back up again. Changing the subject, "So, Mist Logan, that was quite
a display you put on out there. Where on *earth* did you learn to fight
He shrugged. "Here and there," not wanting to admit that he couldnt
"Youve been a combat instructor at Xaviers School for a year now what
were you doing before that?"
Logan wasnt sure he appreciated her look of alert interest or maybe it
was just his standard reluctance at talking about his sketchy past but
she still hadnt given him the job yet. So it behooved him to play nice.
"Wandering. This and that. No steady job." Matching action to words, he
started idly walking around the room, examining the pictures on the
"I see." Logan assumed that she was questioning his lack of references
(barring Chuckie), until she commented, "Sort of a vagabond rogue, then."
"That would be a polite way to put it." *Very* polite almost
Disneyized. He paused for a closer look at a photo Frosty with a group
of adolescents. He recognized slightly younger versions of some of the
kids hed just thrashed.
"Working for Xavier must have been quite a change for you."
He shrugged. "Some. Got a permanent address, someplace to leave stuff. I
still got to run off sometimes got sent to pick up new kids and all
that. Still managed to get into fights," he added then immediately
wished that he hadnt.
Marie hadnt said whether Frosty knew about the X-Men or not... If Frosty
was setting herself up as Wheels rival in more ways than one, Logan
wasnt gonna be the one to go spilling his guts to her. Changing jobs was
one things screwing over the X-Crew in the process was something else
Unfortunately Emma pounced on that little slip of his. "I hope youre not
referring to your training sessions with the students..."
"No, I... I go out to bars. Sometimes even fight bars." Stroke of luck
that his near embarrassment at nearly giving the X-Men away was easily
passed off as a reaction to being forced to admit his own rough and ready
ways. One thing was for sure, he wasnt making himself out to be a very
good "role model" type to have around her little preppie
"How... fascinating," she purred. Thing was, she didnt sound at all
sarcastic. Halting in his circuit of the room Logan was on his second
orbit by now he turned to face her. Emma took a step towards him, bring
herself more than close enough for him to get a good whiff identifying
the cause of her interest.
[Uh-oh.] Ordinarily, he might have been encouraged. Flirting with the
potential boss lady would probably help him get hired and Frosty was a
pretty goddamn *hot*-looking ice princess.
But "ordinary circumstances" for him in no way included Marie.
He didnt let himself appear alarmed, instead watching her intently.
Taking his undivided attention as an encouraging sign, she took another
step towards him. "Logan, would you care for a drink?"
[What the hell kind of school principal keeps liquor in her *office*?]
"Nah, Im fine."
"Are you sure?" she asked, moving to a cabinet and taking out a key.
[Well, at least she keeps it locked up.] "Maybe later," meaning that he
might hit a bar or raid a liquor store later on that evening.
"Perhaps," she consented, giving him a sidelong glance as she put her key
away. Logan belatedly realized that she had taken his response as
indicating interest in having a drink with *her* later. "So tell me,
Logan whats a grown man like yourself doing with a teenager when he
could no doubt have just about any woman he wanted?" Walking towards him
again, he watched her with the same attention he would give an
approaching viper something capable of rapid and painful attack,
something to be wary of. Mistaking his intent gaze for a reciprocation of
her interest, she pressed on. "A *grown* woman one with mature tastes
and... skills. Not a little girl just a few years past Barbie dolls and
"Maries absorbed a few other people. Some of them are a long way past
toys. Shes older on the inside than she looks."
"Perhaps but shes still a girl," Emma said dismissively. "Not even
legal. Wouldnt you rather have someone a little more " close enough
now for him to feel her breath on his cheek " knowledgeable?"
He met the pale blue eyes for a moment before breaking eye contact and
stepping away, putting some distance between them. "Like I said, shes
got other people in her head. Shes plenty knowledgeable."
He tossed a casual glance over his shoulder at Frost, catching the
faintly annoyed expression as she said, "Perhaps. But perhaps you should
also consider how very, very hard it may be for her as a young girl
paired with a much-older man. Like it or dont, shes going to have some
very pretty... *expectations* of you. You seem to have made the shift
from wandering vagabond to schoolteacher can you claim to be ready
to even *consider* a wife and children, a dog and a house in the
Emma Frost was *not* a person hed have picked to go over his future
plans with. Hed have sooner discussed it with Magneto, frankly. (He
really *would* have. In lieu of kicking the crap out of Lensherr, sitting
him down and telling the old fucker all about the bright future he had
almost taken from an innocent girl *and* a mutant, one of those he
claimed to be trying to save would have been a great way to blow off
But carting his metal-laden self off to the incarcerated Master of
Magnetism would have been patently unwise and the secrecy of his
relationship with Marie had precluded discussion with the X-Crew. So it
looked like he was reduced to playing True Confessions with the ice queen
Hey, at least it seemed to be distracting her from attempted seduction.
"I want Marie to have what she wants for her life. To be able to go
around without being afraid of getting touched, yeah. College, no
problem. A wedding ring and some kids, fine. And I *like* dogs."
Emma looked nonplussed at this speech but then she decided what
response to take. "So you say youre... committed to Marie."
It was phrased as a statement, not a question, but he answered it anyway.
"And you want to give her what she wants, and also to be with her
yourself, I presume?"
"So getting hired on here is *important* to you to the both of you."
"Yes." He sensed a trap ahead, though as yet the form it would take
"And Im the one who decides whether or not you get to be with her for
the next year and a half."
Things were falling very nastily into place now. "Yes."
"So, you *really* need to get on my good side. Impress me." A pause as if
for thought, then, "Any suggestions?"
Logan had a few, but none that would earn him much goodwill from Frosty.
"I get the idea you had something in mind." [Please, please let it be a
mutant terrorist organization you need a hatchet man for,] he prayed,
knowing full well that, Xaviers rivals or not, a recruitment pitch for a
super group was not the trap being laid for him.
Standing close again, Emma thoughtfully ran a finger along the collar of
his T-shirt, fingertip teasing at the skin beneath. "Why dont I offer
you that drink again, and then perhaps you and I could go over to my
private apartment and you could impress me there?"
"And if I say no?"
She frowned at him, albeit prettily. "You *do* have that option."
"And what will it do to my chances of getting a job here?"
She gave him an *almost* wicked look, too composed and polished for true
roguishness. "I fear your disinterest in adhering to the wishes of your
potential employer wouldnt speak well for you."
"And if I say yes?"
"Then you have the opportunity to impress me with your... Enthusiasm for
the job. Thorough attention to detail. Tireless dedication to your work.
Skill at carrying out required physical tasks. That sort of thing."
"But will it get me the job?"
She pursed her lips. "Im afraid I cant promise that *now*. You might
prove to be entirely unsuitable."
"So youre saying I need to climb into bed with you, and if I impress
you then you *might* decide to keep me around?"
A delicate frown. "You put things very boldly. I havent decided yet
whether I find that refreshing or merely boorish."
Logan gave no indication that he actually did know what boorish meant.
"A straight answer, now."
"Well, if you insist upon being crude about it, then I suppose you have
the terms of the arrangement correctly."
"No?" sculpted brows raising in polite disbelief.
"No. No arrangement."
"Then, Im afraid, no job." She folded her arms, expression a blend of
annoyance at having her advances spurned and pleasure at displaying her
power over him.
Logan merely nodded, showing no sign of emotion for her to take petty
satisfaction from. He turned and left her office.
Hed need to leave the school grounds pretty soon, or risk an ugly scene
as Frost would no doubt try to have him *thrown* out but first he
needed to find Marie.
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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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