Disclaimer – Mine in another reality, but sadly not this one.

A/N – Written for the Drabble Challenge over on LiveJournal. Initial requests included for reference.


Fractures of a Parallel

© Scribbler, April 2006.


Drabble One

For: Yma

Request: Something with Kurt and Pietro in it. NOT a pairing though.


"Hush your mouth," Kurt snapped, terser than usual. "You want me to get this wrong?"

Pietro huffed, but fell silent. He winced theatrically when Kurt touched his arm, feeling along it with practised fingers.

"I think it's fractured."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"You have a high metabolism, right?"

"Sure. What about it?"

"You heal quicker than most people, which means I have to splint this right now or it might mend crooked."

"You're just full of great stuff today, Fuzzbutt. 'Rockslide!' 'We're stranded!' 'Fractured arm!' Next you'll tell me it's gonna piss it down."

Overhead, thunder rumbled.

"Oh, just fucking wonderful."


Drabble Two

For:Nemain

Request: Logan and Storm flirtation.


She was out on her balcony, calling electrical energy from the storm-riddled air so it didn't blitz the Institute right off its cliff. Logan approached cautiously. Metal bones were far too good a conductor, as he'd found before to his cost. Though the shock that came from startling her couldn't kill him, it could still hurt, and his hair would still stand on end for days afterwards.

"Hello, Logan."

He grinned. "Hey, 'Ro. Mind if I cop a squat?"

"What a revolting phrase."

"That a yes?"

In answer, she trailed a blue-white charge over her slender fingers and smiled invitingly.


Drabble Three

For: Neva

Request: Missing scene: The first meeting between Mystique and Rogue, just before Rogue leaves for Bayville.


The woman looked tall – far taller than Marie felt she actually was. Rather, she stood tall, which could fool you if you let it. Marie got the feeling this was someone used to fighting her corner.

"My name is Mystique," she said in a deep voice. Of course it was deep. Something high and flutely would be just plain wrong in a mouth like that. And of course she had an unusual name. Briefly, Marie wondered whether it was a compulsion of mutants, this need to be something else, something other.

"I'm …" she paused, contemplating herself. "The name's Rogue."


FINIS.