The Ties That Bind
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Author's notes: I don't own nobody, other than Abbey. So you don't get to sue. But offers to work for Marvel are always accepted.
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The low hum of the life support equipment did nothing to drown out the question in the young lady's mind. "He's quite alive. He's the only one keeping himself in this coma." Charles Xavier said quietly to his guest.
She nodded and whispered "Bobby's always been stubborn. It's the only good quality we got from our father." She glanced to the armed NYPD cops guarding Bobby Drake, also know as Iceman. "You sure they can't see us?" she asked nervously, pushing a dyed black lock out of her eyes.
"I guarantee Abigail that they will never know we were here." Xavier assured her. The girl had known quite a few telepaths in her short time, and it amused him that she still did not trust their skill.
"Well in that case can you give me a few minute alone with him before we head to the school?"
"Of course."
Pressing a hand up against the glass, Abigail Drake smiled and whispered "It's goin' be ok now Bob-o. Big sis is here for ya now." She kissed the window and walked out. And later that day, the police could not figure out for the life of themselves how a black lipstick mark found its way on the window between them.
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Scott Summers was something of a morning person. Being the first one up guaranteed breakfast where he was from, and the habit stuck with him. So it came to quite a shock when he shuffled into the kitchen in his boxers, to find what looked like a refugee from a Marilyn Mason video sipping coffee and reading the newspaper at the table. "Ummwhat th'?" He stammered out in surprise.
The girl raised an eyebrow over her coffee. "Nice boxers." She said nonchalantly and continued reading the paper.
"Who the fuck are you?" Scott was finally able to get out.
She shook her head. "Sounds like someone needs their coffee."
"Answer the question."
The girlactually she looked older than Scott, he decided, put down her coffee and folded the paper. Holding out her hand to him, she said with a smirk "Abbey Drake. I believe you know my baby brother, Bobby."
