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minisinoo's powerswap challenge!
Why? Because it's fun, and because I can. So there. (Rated G.)
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Jean had learned two very important things from dating Scott ... going with what worked, and optimism. Which was why, as she descended the steps of the plane to the hanger's floor and confronted Scott's heated gaze, she couldn't help but smile.
Not even the thought of how busy the next fifteen minutes or so were going to be could dampen her mood, especially considering what the next fifteen minutes or so were going to entail.
Bobby descended the steps behind her in his new uniform, tugging the tight collar away from his neck with still metallic fingers. The former student was still savoring the I-get-to-go-into-battle novelty of staying in his mutant form as often as possible, even if it did add a good couple hundred pounds or so to the plane's already substantial weight. Jean was almost tempted to ask him to stop it, but the extra weight that came from his physical changes usually wasn't the reason she had difficulty getting the jet off the ground.
Of course, that reason was inevitably the extra warm bodies that hadn't been there when they'd left the mansion, but that wasn't something she was about to argue, either.
Noting the expression on her face, Bobby caught her contagious grin and shook his head as his skin faded back to normal. "Bet you're glad we didn't bring him with us this time, huh?"
Jean resisted glaring over at the kid, but he had a point. Scott was in danger even in the most normal of situations, and they usually avoided bringing him along on missions unless it was absolutely necessary. One false move (or twenty), and it was either leave him behind due to a lack of cabin space or be stuck with a plane that wasn't any use to them at all.
Her grin slipping slightly, Jean shrugged. "Not as happy as the Professor will be. You ever met a guy who had a contractor on his first speed-dial?"
Bobby grimaced at that. "Scott really needs to learn carpentry, doesn't he?"
"He does if we have to keep building more bedrooms onto the mansion."
"Out of the way," Logan said, not even giving Bobby a chance to move before phasing right through him. Then, walking up to Scott as he got up from under the Mustang he was repairing, Logan flashed him an annoyed glance before saying, "You going to start kissin' her boo-boos, kid, you might want to start already. Especially considerin' the line that's forming."
The pair of them exchanged their usual dirty look, Jean rolling her eyes while they postured like a pair of wild cats fighting over a mate. Scott could always make any fight between the two of them a worthless effort, but even Logan knew that taking out his frustrations on Scott in a physical capacity was more trouble than it was worth for everybody in the mansion. Especially considering how hard it already was to get bathroom time in the mansion anymore. Hell, the line for the men's room was already infinitely longer than the one for the ladies as it was.
The rest of the team gave Jean amused smiles as they left, tinged with an all-too-familiar pity Jean had long been used to. Their relationship had moved from romantically interesting to mentally exhausting for the others to comprehend too long ago.
But that, of course, was where the optimism part came in, which stemmed from the bit about working with what she had, she thought, running up to the nearest Scott and hugging him for all she was worth.
Carefully, of course. Any harder, any tighter, and her life might just become that much more complicated.
Scott held her at arms length, taking her in and letting himself make sure Logan had only been teasing. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. I broke my wrist, but Ororo came close enough for me to fix it."
He glanced at her wrists with concern, but relaxed when he couldn't tell which one had sustained the damage. Then, pulling her close, he nuzzled against her in a gentle Eskimo kiss and said, "I worry about you when you're out there without me."
"Yeah, well, I worry twice as much when you're out there with me."
Scott grimaced at that one.
"Scott?"
"Yes, Jean?"
"First off, relax."
"I'm relaxed."
"If you were relaxed, you'd be kissing me."
Pause. "Okay, so maybe I'm not relaxed yet."
Jean smiled. "Well, then, what are you waiting for?"
Scott sighed and said the same thing he always said when she asked him that. "I'm waiting for them to go away."
"Aw, come on!"
Frowning, Jean glanced sideways at the line of Scotts forming at the door, all staring at her hopefully with pretty blue puppy-dog eyes.
"You can't just kiss him, Jean," one said.
"Exactly," another piped up. "Technically, you are dating all of us."
Jean leaned close to the Scott she had her arms around and, resisting the urge to admit how much she liked this ritual of theirs, said, "Scott, there are three hundred and four of you."
"Three hundred and five, actually."
Jean cocked an eyebrow.
"I sort of stubbed my toe on the coffee table while you were gone."
"I see." She gave him an admonishing look, then allowed herself to smile as she let her mutant ability synch with Scott's. She snapped her fingers, and Scott's gaze drifted over her shoulder as a second Jean appeared behind her, grinning wickedly.
The Jean in his arms moved closer, her lips a hair's breadth away from his, and she whispered, "Better?"
"With you? Always."
Yes, I already used Jamie's abilities in the last story. Sue me. In any event, Scott is Jamie (but he can't reabsorb his dupes, so they're everywhere), Jean is Everett, Bobby is Piotr, Logan is Kitty, and Ororo is Logan.
minisinoo's powerswap challenge! Why? Because it's fun, and because I can. So there. (Rated G.)
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Jean had learned two very important things from dating Scott ... going with what worked, and optimism. Which was why, as she descended the steps of the plane to the hanger's floor and confronted Scott's heated gaze, she couldn't help but smile.
Not even the thought of how busy the next fifteen minutes or so were going to be could dampen her mood, especially considering what the next fifteen minutes or so were going to entail.
Bobby descended the steps behind her in his new uniform, tugging the tight collar away from his neck with still metallic fingers. The former student was still savoring the I-get-to-go-into-battle novelty of staying in his mutant form as often as possible, even if it did add a good couple hundred pounds or so to the plane's already substantial weight. Jean was almost tempted to ask him to stop it, but the extra weight that came from his physical changes usually wasn't the reason she had difficulty getting the jet off the ground.
Of course, that reason was inevitably the extra warm bodies that hadn't been there when they'd left the mansion, but that wasn't something she was about to argue, either.
Noting the expression on her face, Bobby caught her contagious grin and shook his head as his skin faded back to normal. "Bet you're glad we didn't bring him with us this time, huh?"
Jean resisted glaring over at the kid, but he had a point. Scott was in danger even in the most normal of situations, and they usually avoided bringing him along on missions unless it was absolutely necessary. One false move (or twenty), and it was either leave him behind due to a lack of cabin space or be stuck with a plane that wasn't any use to them at all.
Her grin slipping slightly, Jean shrugged. "Not as happy as the Professor will be. You ever met a guy who had a contractor on his first speed-dial?"
Bobby grimaced at that. "Scott really needs to learn carpentry, doesn't he?"
"He does if we have to keep building more bedrooms onto the mansion."
"Out of the way," Logan said, not even giving Bobby a chance to move before phasing right through him. Then, walking up to Scott as he got up from under the Mustang he was repairing, Logan flashed him an annoyed glance before saying, "You going to start kissin' her boo-boos, kid, you might want to start already. Especially considerin' the line that's forming."
The pair of them exchanged their usual dirty look, Jean rolling her eyes while they postured like a pair of wild cats fighting over a mate. Scott could always make any fight between the two of them a worthless effort, but even Logan knew that taking out his frustrations on Scott in a physical capacity was more trouble than it was worth for everybody in the mansion. Especially considering how hard it already was to get bathroom time in the mansion anymore. Hell, the line for the men's room was already infinitely longer than the one for the ladies as it was.
The rest of the team gave Jean amused smiles as they left, tinged with an all-too-familiar pity Jean had long been used to. Their relationship had moved from romantically interesting to mentally exhausting for the others to comprehend too long ago.
But that, of course, was where the optimism part came in, which stemmed from the bit about working with what she had, she thought, running up to the nearest Scott and hugging him for all she was worth.
Carefully, of course. Any harder, any tighter, and her life might just become that much more complicated.
Scott held her at arms length, taking her in and letting himself make sure Logan had only been teasing. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. I broke my wrist, but Ororo came close enough for me to fix it."
He glanced at her wrists with concern, but relaxed when he couldn't tell which one had sustained the damage. Then, pulling her close, he nuzzled against her in a gentle Eskimo kiss and said, "I worry about you when you're out there without me."
"Yeah, well, I worry twice as much when you're out there with me."
Scott grimaced at that one.
"Scott?"
"Yes, Jean?"
"First off, relax."
"I'm relaxed."
"If you were relaxed, you'd be kissing me."
Pause. "Okay, so maybe I'm not relaxed yet."
Jean smiled. "Well, then, what are you waiting for?"
Scott sighed and said the same thing he always said when she asked him that. "I'm waiting for them to go away."
"Aw, come on!"
Frowning, Jean glanced sideways at the line of Scotts forming at the door, all staring at her hopefully with pretty blue puppy-dog eyes.
"You can't just kiss him, Jean," one said.
"Exactly," another piped up. "Technically, you are dating all of us."
Jean leaned close to the Scott she had her arms around and, resisting the urge to admit how much she liked this ritual of theirs, said, "Scott, there are three hundred and four of you."
"Three hundred and five, actually."
Jean cocked an eyebrow.
"I sort of stubbed my toe on the coffee table while you were gone."
"I see." She gave him an admonishing look, then allowed herself to smile as she let her mutant ability synch with Scott's. She snapped her fingers, and Scott's gaze drifted over her shoulder as a second Jean appeared behind her, grinning wickedly.
The Jean in his arms moved closer, her lips a hair's breadth away from his, and she whispered, "Better?"
"With you? Always."
Yes, I already used Jamie's abilities in the last story. Sue me. In any event, Scott is Jamie (but he can't reabsorb his dupes, so they're everywhere), Jean is Everett, Bobby is Piotr, Logan is Kitty, and Ororo is Logan.
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Date: 2003-12-14 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-14 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-14 11:55 pm (UTC)and what happened with the naughty pairingses from a few weeks back?!
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Date: 2003-12-15 01:25 am (UTC)-blue
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Date: 2003-12-15 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-15 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-15 05:04 am (UTC)... aaaaaaaand then I got a plotbunny.
*headwall*
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Date: 2003-12-15 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-15 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-15 06:26 pm (UTC)Mmmm...Scott's everywhere. Too bad they ALL want Jean!
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Date: 2003-12-15 06:26 pm (UTC)Mmmm...Scott's everywhere. Too bad they ALL want Jean!
Hee, hee, hee
Date: 2003-12-17 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-18 07:54 am (UTC)So, yeah. Friending, if you don't mind. And was greatly amused at how the personalities stayed the same even when the powers shifted, as with Logan phasing right through people rather than going around or giving them time to move. (Though it took me longer than I should have taken to realize that Scott was now Multiple Man -- and now a bunch of lines from earlier on make a lot more sense!)
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Date: 2008-02-17 05:13 am (UTC)