(Gypsy's POV)
When John left the table in a huff, everyone was worried. Normally he doesn't act that way, but since the attack on him and the girls death, he's done nothing but brood and mope around the house. It don't help that he can't go flying until his wings are fully healed either. We haven't seen him this bad since the death of the others.
"I'll go talk to him," I said as I got up from the table. I was finished eating anyways. Taking my time, I headed upstairs to John's room. I was giving him time to get himself in order again. Stopping by my room I picked up some massage lotions. I have a feeling he's going to need a way to relax before he gets a migraine. When he gets one of those, everyone gets headaches around here. Empathic bleed off.
Once I reached his room, I didn't bother knocking on the door, just opened it and walking in. John was sprawled out on his bed, his head buried under several pillows. Just from looking at him, I could tell he was brooding again. After removing my shirt and boots, I crawled up on the bed with him, straddling his legs.
::Johnny?::
"Yeah, it's me." I said. "You should know by now. You've got enough experience with both your Telepathy and your Empathy."
::Your still hard to read. The others I can pick out easily.::
"Sorry lover." I said with a soft chuckle as I ran my hands over his back. I watched in amusement as his wings and tail twitched. He's quite ticklish along his sides and I use that against him at times.
"Don't be," he said, reaching up and pulling the pillows off his head. He eyed the lotion bottles set to the side. "what are you up to? I just changed the sheets and I don't want to have to do it again."
"Relax. It's lotion, not oils." I returned, kneading the muscles at the small of his back and working my way up. It's amazing that this young man, so full of hidden passions and emotions comes from such a heartless, cold and unemotional bastard. "And you need to unwind before your tutor shows up. That is, if he is suppose to show up today."
John groaned and pulled a pillow back over his head. ::Don't remind me.::
"What time is he suppose to show up then?"
::4 pm. Not sure how long he's going to stay though.:: he let out a groaned sigh as sore and tightly coiled muscles were found then worked over.
"Let's see then Bret and Emily are going to the movies. RoKasha works an 6pm-6am overnight shift. Orion is going to a meeting. Gene starts his 48 hour shift also at 6pm. LiAnna is staying in tonight. Victoria goes in at 5pm for work. And I'm off tonight, but don't plan on doing anything till after midnight."
::So I won't be left alone with him?:: John asked, lifting the corner of a pillow to look at me.
"No, you wont." I said, leaning over his back, placing light kisses along his shoulder, working my way up to his neck. He was squirming underneath me. Lord did I enjoy teasing him.
"Joohhnnnaaaathaan." He whined softly, hunching his shoulders and trying to twist away from the exploring fingers that moved along his side.
"Now, are you going to behave yourself and quite acting like a brat?"
"Do I have to?" he asked, smirking as he did so.
"Yes, you do." I told him, mercilessly using his ticklishness against him. By the time all was said and done, he was completely exhausted. When I left, he was stretched out on his side, sound asleep. Good, he needed it. I also took his dirty laundry. Might as well get some chores done while I was home. Besides, we had about 2 and a half hours before out esteemed visitor shows up.
I'm glad we all decided on laundry bags instead of hampers. It's much easier to carry down more then one person's stuff. As I collected everyone's bags, I tied them closed and tossed them down the stairs. After I'm done, it will be up to everyone else to collect them. In between the loads, we have 3 washers and driers, I either sat around playing a video game or played pool against LiAnna.
Before I knew it, 3:30 had rolled around. That's when the door buzzer went off. Damn it! I scratched, what a pisser too. LiAnna is already heading upstairs so I put the pool stick up and join her.
Emily had gotten the door by the time we both arrived up stairs. I frowned slightly. She knew better then to just open the door right off the bat. Especially with no one around.
::She wasn't alone when she opened the door.:: Bret informed me. He was sitting on the living room couch, looking over the back of it. ::But it seems John's tutor has shown up early.::
I nodded slightly in response, letting the frown vanish, as I headed for the door to greet our visitor. Emily was just staring at the person, one eyebrow arched. She looked up at me when I placed a hand on her shoulder. With a tilt of my head, she nodded and returned to the couch again. Though like Bret, she was watching.
"Good afternoon, I'm-" He started to say
"Dr. Henry 'Hank' McCoy. Renown Biochemist, former Avenger, current X-Man known as Beast." I finished. "You're here to help tutor Johnnathan in one of his classes." I think I took him by surprise. Stepping to the side, I gestured for him to enter.
"Oh.um, thank you. Yes well actual two of his classes." he said entering. He had, what looked to be a backpack, slung across one shoulder and a briefcases in hand. Seemed that he was taking things rather well considering.
"This way." I said as I headed towards the stairs after closing the door. Might as well let him get settled in the Library study while I go woke John. I could tell he was studying everyone he saw. He was just too quite for anything else. "Would you care for anything to drink while you wait?" I asked. No need to be rude, yet.
"Tea would be nice," he said then added "if it's not an inconvenience that is."
"Hot or iced?" I asked. I found his tread was lighter then I expected for someone of his size and weight. While I was a good 4 inches taller, he had to be double my weight.
"Hot please."
I nodded, glancing up to spot Orion coming down.
"I shall fix it Johnny." He said in passing. He was ready for his meeting this evening. Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt, black jeans and boots. His hair was pulled up into a top knot and he was openly wearing his ankh.
Nodding my head in thanks, I turned to find Dr. McCoy with a look of extreme curiosity. Apparently everyone's looks was starting to get to him. I mean, how often do you see a person's 'Twin'? It's a common saying that everyone has a twin somewhere in the world. Mr. Sinister just decided to prove it.
"Got a problem?" I asked sarcastically.
"Not at all my fine young man. Lead on." He gestured to the stairs as the lead up to the second floor.
I just snorted and continued on. Once we reached the second floor, I gestured towards the pair of tables. "Have a seat." I said before heading on up the stairs. It was time to play 'let's see how much the mouse can get into while the cat's away.' Probably a lot knowing the luck. And as much as I would have preferred crawling into the bed with John instead of waking him, I knew how annoyed he would be if that happened. Not the Me crawling into bed part, the I didn't wake him up part that is.
Entering his room, I walked over to the bed and looked down at John. He looked so peaceful, makes me wonder what Sinister looked like at his age. OK, now THAT was a scary thought!
"John," I said. "Time to get up. Your tutor's here."
No response.
"Johnnathan. Wakie wakie." I tried again tugging on his pillow.
John just frowned slightly in his sleep and rolled over, curling up on his side.
I sighed, rolling my eyes . He wasn't one to be able to go from full sleep to full wakefulness. "Johnny boy, company's here." This time I pulled on the sheet.
John grumbled at that. "don't call me Johnny boy." His voice was still thick with sleep, but he wasn't moving either.
Looks like it's time to do something drastic. I walked around to the foot of
the bed and reached over, grabbing him by both ankles and dragging him out of
the bed. "Johnnathan Adam Essex, get your sweet little ass out of the bed.
NOW Mister."
