Two weeks had passed, such a short amount of time and already, Chrys was so far ahead, more so then she thought she would be. The labs at Charles' Institute were absolutely amazing, breathtaking even. All the equipment was so far advanced then anything Erik had provided. She was tinkled pink the first day and Hank found it amusing as he watched her stutter and gawk at everything.
She could kiss the wheelchair bound man…if it not for the fact he's old enough to be her father.
Currently, she was in said lab and bent over a pad of paper, doing last minute sketches of the MDD(multipersonalities Divider Device). It was almost ready to go into the second phase, all the materials she needed had been acquired. The notes on how to build and to wire was off to the side.
Music blared from the radio, like it did most every time she worked. It was her thinking music helped her concentrate, even if the others just stared at her. Leaning back, head tilting, she frowned as she looked down then crumbled the paper to toss. 'Damn…' the whole outer side of her right hand was covered in the pencil shavings and she grabbed a wet cloth to rip it clean.
'Think ah need ta take a break.' sighing, she rolled her head, neck popping. The door to her lab swooshed open but she didn't turn, expecting only Hank. He was probably back from dinner or there to harass her for not coming. Since arriving, she didn't spend much time with the others of the institute, just mostly Scott, Marie, Kurt, Hank and sometimes Charles.
"Hullo Hank." her voice sounded as tried as she felt.
"Hank's in bed…where you should be." Scott announced and she spun so fast toward him, she slipped from her chair.
"Ooooouch." gripping the stool, she pulled herself up, huffing her from her face to glare at the smirking male. "Something I can help ya with, Shades?" she replied coolly, brushing the dirt from her clothes.
"Just brought you a snack." as if proof, he lifted a tray.
Chrys frowned, head tilting as hands went to her hips. "Did Hank send ya down'ere? Ah told'im ah would be up in a minute." the man worried to damn much, sometimes.
"Chrys, it's almost two in the morning." his tone was a concerned one. Hank had asked if Scott would check up on her from time to time but he brought it upon himself to bring her a snack.
"Wha?" whipping around, her already large eyes widened and her mouth feel open as she gawked at the clock. Sure enough, it was 2:35 in the am. "B-B-but…it was like 8:30 last time I looked." inching so that she was facing Scott again, she eyed the tray, just as her stomach rumbled in glee. "Guess ah am kinda hungry." a sheepish look crossed her face and he chuckled again. "C'mon then, you can help me eat it." waving him toward the small, empty table, he set the tray down. It held a variety of foods, from oranges to bread and she licked her lips. "Brought a little of everythin', don'tcha?"
Scott looked away, blushing a bit but she caught it. "Didn't know what you liked."
"It all looks soooooooo good." her eyes bulged as she laughed, digging in. While she ate her full, he poured both a cup of hot chocolate, something he learned she adored during some late night sessions.
"So, how's the project coming along?" he snagged a piece of fruit, or tried to, seeing as she smacked his hand away. Giving her an over-elaborate, sad puppy look, the blonde heaved a heavy sigh, rolled her eyes and let him steal some food.
"Not so good." stealing a glance toward the sketch pad, she looked sullen. "I know what it's gonna do but what it's gonna look like, not so good. Then there's havin' ta put it together and using one of those magnifying glasses and a realllllly small pair of tweezers. That don't even include the process of connecting her nerves to the system of the MDD-"
"A lot of work." Scott interrupted quickly, smiling warily at her glare. "I get it, trust me. Jean was always talking about the same stuff." he shrugged.
"Jean…?" the only Jean she knew of was the woman that followed Logan like a lost puppy. "Ya mean Red that's always with Logan?" he nodded solemnly. "Ya two were…?" another nod. "Woo…"
"Yea." he nodded in agreement, viciously biting into a roll.
"Hol' up!" her sudden outburst had his head snapping up. "She left ya…for'im…Logan?" disbelief was in her voice and he nodded for a third time, in under five minutes. "The woman is clearly nutters ta chose him over ya." she commented in a duh tone, before her brain could filter.
Realizing what she said, her face lit up like the fourth of July and she looked to her wrist watch. "Oh, look at the time…Kindof late." she faked a yawn, standing. "Headin' ta bed, see ya in the mornin', Scott." starting for the door, she paused, turned to grab the food tray, flash him a guilty smile and all but ran from the room.
"Good night, Chrys." watching her leave left, a smile lifted the corner of his lips. Something he hadn't felt in almost two years resurfaced, albeit a little…happiness.
'What an idiot!' Chrys berated, cursing under her breath the entire way to her room. 'Wait ta go, just go and tell the damned, sexy ass man Whatcha think…GAH!' stopping, she let her head knock into the wall and groaned. Now she wasn't sure what would be less fun, facing Erik again or Scott tomorrow morning. 'Why…why….WHY?'
"Vhat's going on?" the German accent made her freeze in her self inflected abuse.
Head popping back, she looked at Kurt, a lost look on her face. "Kurt?"
"Chrys?" concern was in his voice.
"Why am ah so lame?" she blurted, smacking a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. For a moment, they just stood there, staring at the other, until she just turned to go the other way. Kurt watched her go with a cocked brow, wondering if all American women were this crazy?
Turning the corner, Chrys stopped at one of the doors, pushing it open to expose the spacious room, holding only a queen bed, dresser and vanity. There was no reason to unpack really or even buy other things, she wouldn't be here for to much longer. The thought made her upset, more then it usually did but she shoved it aside, viciously. This was not her home.
Dragging her feet across the floor, she threw herself on the bed, sighing in content at the softness. God knew the next time she would actually have a bed this comfortable after leaving. Her eyes closed, not realizing how tired she actually was and before she knew it, fast asleep. So, needless to say, she didn't notice the ruffled haired X-men leader pause at her door, closing it.
Miss Chrystian Marie Vega wasn't at breakfast, as she hadn't been for the past week. Though most never seen her during the day, she never missed the three meals. It upset her if her friends ever did. So upset, that she would hunt them down, sit and watch them eat until she was happy. So that left the two designated men, Scott and Curt, to find her and force-feed if need be.
The deeper they trudged into the labs, the more clear vibrations came through the sturdy floors and hulls. What was she doing, or as they seemed to differ when closer, listening to? Glancing at one another, both were confused but then continued, only stopping to see the lab doors propped open and again, music blasted. Kurt sucked in a breath and popped his head into the room. "Chrys?"
Everything you say to me, takes me one step closer to the edge. And I'm about to break! I need alittle room to break, cause I'm one step closer to the edge! And I'm about to break!
Scott guardedly stepped up next to the blue man, seeing said doctor in the corner, head and hips swaying with the beat. Today, she had decided against the white lab coat, wearing just a pair of tan khaki caprices, a black tank and barefoot. She was flipping through some old notebooks, all the others spread about the large lab table in an unorganized manner. She was so unorganized that sometimes it drove the organized man mad.
"Chrys?" he called out and she spun to the voice, smiling widely when noticing them.
"Mornin' boys!" she exclaimed happily, going back to what she was doing as the song changed. Taking the paperwork she sough after, they watched as she plopped in computer chair and propelled herself back to the desk. Pulling glasses from atop her head, she began typing up the notes, foot shaking with the slow, sensuous beat.
"I'm the only one that would walk across a fire for you. And I'm the only one who drowns in my desire for you." she sang along.
Scott and Kurt exchanged a look and the transportation mutant disappeared with a 'bamf' and cloud of smoke, only to reappear with a tray of food. Scott then marched over, grabbing the back of her seat, pulling back then spinning it. The only non- mutant in the manner was frozen in a typing position, hand up, fingers at odd positions. Then, her eyes flickered up to Kurt then Scott, an even look there. "Is there an urgent problem that needs my attention, darlin'?"
Barely he could make out what she said over the racket. "Nope." he shook his head, chuckling softly when she glared. "You missed breakfast."
"What?" her head tilted, trying to hear him better.
"You missed breakfast!" he tried again.
Still, she couldn't hear him. "What?"
"You missed-" stopping, he turned to the radio, lowering his glasses to blast it with a red beam and watch it explode.
Her mouth dropped open as she just stared at what was a quiet lovely radio then…"Scott!" shrieking, she whipped around to stare at him, to shocked to be angry. "You blew up my radio!"
"I'll buy you another." he waved it off and she growled in annoyance. "And I said you missed breakfast." he repeated, much quieter this time.
"Well, ah was busy, as y'al can plainly see." she replied, dryly.
"But, you alvays say, 'breakfast is de most important meal of diz day!'" Kurt did a horrible impression of the doctor and hitch pitched at that. Scott held back a laugh.
For a moment, she didn't say anything, just stared at him, like a lost puppy then, "Ever do that again and ah'll ask Hank to give ya uh full physical." she threatened darkly and his face paled. Narrowing her eyes, lips pursing, she then turned to Scott, trying to pin him with the same look.
"Na uh uh." wagging a finger at her, like she were a child. "We're only looking out for you health and well being." it was the same line she told them, every time and she knew it. Another scowl flashed across her face and she crossed her arms.
"That's uh load of-" whatever she was going to say was cut off as the brunette man shoved a piece of strawberry in her mouth. "Wift." eyes narrowed more, if that were possible, chewing then swallowing the delicious fruit. After she was done, she just sat there, opening her mouth. Both men stared at her, like she had grown a second hand. "Well, if ya insist on shoving food in my mouth, then ya can feed me, can't ya?" a brow cocked in a challenging manner and opened her mouth again.
For Scott to pop another piece of fruit in her mouth, shock was an understatement. Especially for poor, shocked and awed Kurt who always thought of the man was reserve. He never did that for the time he was with Jean. But these two acted so much more…comfortable with each other.
Then, just as quick, the amazed look dipped into a knowing smile. Barely a month at the institute and she already had the visor wearing mans full attention. He was extremely happy, since Jean leaving, the poor leader had been in a rut and Chrys was exactly what he needed.
"Thank ya, Scott. ah think ah can feed myself." Chrys snorted, neither her or Scott noticing when Kurt backed away and disappeared with a puff of black, wispy smoke.
"Not what you just said." before she could protest, another piece was shoved in her mouth and she grumbled a minute before threatening to 'go medieval on his ass'.