It Sounded Much Cooler in My Head

Summary Elizabeth Brooks' favorite color is green,he is green,surly they're meant to be.Too bad he's an insecure,unstable madman of a mutant who wants to end humanity and she's a human with an attitude problem.

Warnings: This story is going to contain coarse language, gore, violence, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, and maybe sexually explicit content some day.

Memo: SO my new peeps, this chapter isnt the best, but at least now we can get going with the romancy bits.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of X-Men, just my originals and this story.

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Chapter Ten: Embarrassment and Sincerity

"Ow!" That was the first word out of Elizabeth's mouth when she woke up that day, due to a sudden sharp pain in her foot. Finding her vision foggy, she pushed up her glasses out of reflex, not noticing that it did nothing to improve her vision. Toad heard her exclamation and looked around the door at her.

"Why are you sleepin' in the hall?" he demanded.

While she couldn't distinguish a dog from a door at the moment, she recognized his voice and managed some coherent speech, "Wuz… worried about you… thaz'all," she answered groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

He scoffed, "Get up."

She complied, but the blood suddenly rushing to her head dizzied her, making her fall right onto him, he caught her. Vision clear, she found herself about an inch from his face. "I-I…" She had no freaking clue what to say, so instead closed her eyes and braced herself for the coming connection she was no doubt about to make with the wall.

"You can open your eyes," he said gruffly, promptly letting her go.

"O-Oh, heh, I thought…" she trailed off, saying 'I thought you were going to slam me into a will' just didn't sound like the smart thing to say.

"Bookworm's got ya on a damned loose leash," he mused, "You gonna start eatin' with us then?"

What was with this? Not only had Eric asked her the same thing, here Toad was talking to her civilly when yesterday he'd thrown her into a wall. Hell, her ribs were aching still.

She stared at him, "Why, is that some sort of invitation?" It wasn't asked suggestively or oddly toned, it was a simple plain question.

He just shrugged in reply, continuing off on his merry way. She grabbed her stuff and followed, she'd wanted to talk to him, and apparently he was in a somewhat good mood making now as good a time as any.

The kitchen wasn't anything extravagant, it had the basics; fridge, stove, dishwasher, microwave, counter, cabinets, same ole' same ole', just what you'd find in your typical kitchen. She glanced around, looking for her other captors but found that the 'us' Eric had mentioned, at the moment, consisted of just Toad who was not hesitating in diving into the fridge. "Um… where is everyone else?"

"Well," Her jaw actually dropped when she realized he was actually going to answer. "Sabertooth is on a mission with Mystique, gawd knows where Mags is, and Eric's wanderin' about somewhere," he turned and looked at her, "Somethin' wrong?"

She realized her mouth was still agape and quickly shut it, embarrassed. "Oh." 'Oh. He's being civil to you and the best you can manage is 'Where is everyone?' and 'Oh' you are SO stupid.' She racked her brain for a suitable question or comment, one that might seem cool or something, but nothing was coming to mind.

He studied her for a moment, casually so, but having his eyes on her instantly made her inwardly panic. "My favorite color is green," she blurted out.

"Wot?"

'Smooth, you're a real freaking genius, aren't ya? That's was just great. Honestly, 'my favorite color is green' what in the seven realms of hell was THAT?' "M-My favorite color… it's green," she repeated, her mouth going dry and her face reddening.

A look of confusion crossed his face, and he shook his head. No surprise there, it doesn't get much more random than spouting off what your favorite color is entirely unprovoked.

' 'My favorite color is green'. How does that sound to him? He IS green for gawd's sake.'

"Right then," was all he said.

'Congratulations Elizabeth, you're an idiot.'

There was an obscenely long silence, broken by the snap of Toad's tongue as it shot out and snagged an apple from the bowl to her immediate right. She flinched in surprise, and looked at him wide-eyed. He gave her a strange sort of smirk.

"So…" he said, "Why do you like the color green?" It was the most obvious thing he could think to say though he didn't expect her to answer, he expected her to scamper off, thoroughly freaked out.

"I don't know… I just… always have," she answered offhandedly, "I've always been attracted to it," she added, thinking back on Eric. The two of them realized just what had been said at roughly the same moment but offered two very different reactions; Elizabeth's reddening cheeks were quick to betray her again while Toad slammed his fist down on the counter in anger.

"Just stop it, alright?" he demanded.

"Stop what?" she asked, genuinely clueless. She'd done nothing truly wrong, after all.

"Stop tryin' to yank me around like that, just stop. I'm not stupid and I'm not fallin' for it. 'I was worried about you', 'My favorite color is green, always been attracted to it' an all that other fake shit. Stop bloody fuckin' with me." His voice never raised above normal, but the icy edge to his words seemed to make the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.

Elizabeth fell silent, figuring that arguing with him would only make him more senselessly angry with her, what was he even insinuating? She just looked at him. He still had the black eye which was an impressive shade of dark green and his lip still had the definitive split down the middle. She winced, those were her fault, or so she couldn't help but feel that they were. Aside from those, accompanying the wart to the right of his nose that looked amusingly like a large beauty mark, were many thin barely visible scars. She frowned, his face was littered with hairline scars.

Her attention went to his eyes and found she was receiving a very dark glare, she didn't look away, she wouldn't be so easily scared off this time. "Not everyone is out to get you, you know," she said quietly when she found herself no longer able to hold that harsh gaze, and conceded to look away. He faltered at those sincere words.

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Sorry I was a bit late with the update, I got the new Harry Potter book and all. The ending disappointed me.