DISCLAIMER:
[1] I do not own. [2] I have no money.
The importance of these statements : Oh who am I kidding? Obviously, I am
just a poor humble fan who finds solace in writing fanfiction. You all out
there can relate, right? So don't go and rain on my parade by reminding
me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: *eyes glaze over* I have the best reviewers in the world! Thank you and Kudos go to VladimirsAngel and lilWolvie who continue to inspire and have been with me on this story from the beginning. I love your works! Special thanks for the lovely review from Katzchen. I hope to read some of your work soon too. Look for my reviews!
Again I must apologize to any of my readers for my absence and failure to update in a timely matter. I hope I can make it up to you with the next few chapters. Please read, review, criticize and suggest. It keeps me motivated! On with the story!
Moist fabric smothered Bobby Drake's breath, forcing him awake to gasp for air. He kept his eyes closed, hiding from the harsh artificial light in the room as he turned back to the wet softness beneath him. However hard his body might try, his brain was intimately aware that the one Bobby Drake, Iceman, was no longer blissfully slumbering. Furthermore, his senses told him that he wasn't alone, as he picked up the muffled sounds of Warren through the thick blankets.
Try harder, he told himself.
"Gah!" With an exasperated moan, he flung the pillow across the room roughly in the vicinity of Warren's voice.
". look that's fine. I expect you to fax a copy of the bid to my office tonight. Sit on it and tell them that we'll send them a counter offer tomorrow morning.In the meantime, forward the numbers to financial, and we'll see what they can come up with by then. that sounds fine. go ahead with that."
Warren ended the call, watching the pillow as it arced effortlessly through the air over his shoulder and landed three feet from his chair. He rested the phone on his thigh as he watched Bobby's from shift relentlessly in the burrow of blankets. Dead silence hung for the next few moments, broken by a plaintive plea.
"It's not fair!"
Warren fought the urge to roll his eyes and settled a drawn out sigh before standing up from the plush arm chair. He made his to the foot of the bead and gripped the bottom edge of the comforter. In a swift motion, he yanked the blanket off, his wings shifting and bringing forth a gust of air to torment the prone figure of Bobby as he clutched blindly for the blanket.
"What do you think you're doing!?" His arms grasped at the empty air in vain.
"The world isn't fair. And it won't make any exception for you. You're not going to be able to get back to sleep. Isn't it enough that you just let it go?" Warren doubled the comforter over, neatly folding it in his arms."
"But I do *believe*. And Santa *is* real!"
"Very funny."
"I've achieved my goal for the day. Who needs to get up now."
"Robert, that's not what I--"
"You would so not believe the stores! It's like Fifth Avenue. well, not really." Stacy tore into the room, juggling several large bags.
Bobby's draw dropped at the shear amount of purchases she clearly made. Warren, too, was taken back in surprise, but did not permit himself to express it openly. He did, after all, lend her his credit cards on good faith. Perhaps, he should have stressed moderation a little more clearly. Bobby seized the moment of distraction, grasping the blanket from Warren's hands. He stumbled to his feet and leapt to the other bed, the blanket clearly being held hostage.
"The stores were huge Warren!" Stacy's face lit up. "Some of the prices seemed so unreal, but the quality is fantastic. We're talking good stuff here. They don't hold out on you with the fabric or anything. And having all those salespeople follow you around. I felt like they thought I was gonna lift something, you know." She began to unload the packages on the newly vacated bed. "But, then they were so nice. Weird nice. Attack of the zombies nice." She lowered her voice and narrowed her eyes," I think they can smell money." She retrieved a brilliant yellow shirt from one of the bags, black flame details along the bottom accented the contrast. "That's okay. Because I got this for you to wear tonight. I mean, black is great, but not a 'you' kind of color. Now something like this'll make you really stand out in a crowd." A look of disbelief managed to make itself apparent on Warren's face.
Bobby dropped his confiscated blanket to clutch his stomach in silent laughter. "Oh man, not like wings and blue skin are enough!"
Warren sent an icy glare in his direction, that caused even the once dubbed Popsicle to shiver. "Stacy, that's really thoughtful of you," He struggled with the words. "But it wasn't truly necessary--"
"Oh don't think twice about it. I mean, it's my way of giving back to the team and all. I mean, no offense and all, but this teams seriously lacks fashion conscientiousness." At this point, Bobby was lost in his internal struggle, as he sat on the headboard, wiping tears from his eyes.
"That's why I got something for everyone to wear tonight."
Bobby's laughing turned into a racking cough. He gasped for air.
"Now that's *not* funny!"
Warren smiled.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: *eyes glaze over* I have the best reviewers in the world! Thank you and Kudos go to VladimirsAngel and lilWolvie who continue to inspire and have been with me on this story from the beginning. I love your works! Special thanks for the lovely review from Katzchen. I hope to read some of your work soon too. Look for my reviews!
Again I must apologize to any of my readers for my absence and failure to update in a timely matter. I hope I can make it up to you with the next few chapters. Please read, review, criticize and suggest. It keeps me motivated! On with the story!
Moist fabric smothered Bobby Drake's breath, forcing him awake to gasp for air. He kept his eyes closed, hiding from the harsh artificial light in the room as he turned back to the wet softness beneath him. However hard his body might try, his brain was intimately aware that the one Bobby Drake, Iceman, was no longer blissfully slumbering. Furthermore, his senses told him that he wasn't alone, as he picked up the muffled sounds of Warren through the thick blankets.
Try harder, he told himself.
"Gah!" With an exasperated moan, he flung the pillow across the room roughly in the vicinity of Warren's voice.
". look that's fine. I expect you to fax a copy of the bid to my office tonight. Sit on it and tell them that we'll send them a counter offer tomorrow morning.In the meantime, forward the numbers to financial, and we'll see what they can come up with by then. that sounds fine. go ahead with that."
Warren ended the call, watching the pillow as it arced effortlessly through the air over his shoulder and landed three feet from his chair. He rested the phone on his thigh as he watched Bobby's from shift relentlessly in the burrow of blankets. Dead silence hung for the next few moments, broken by a plaintive plea.
"It's not fair!"
Warren fought the urge to roll his eyes and settled a drawn out sigh before standing up from the plush arm chair. He made his to the foot of the bead and gripped the bottom edge of the comforter. In a swift motion, he yanked the blanket off, his wings shifting and bringing forth a gust of air to torment the prone figure of Bobby as he clutched blindly for the blanket.
"What do you think you're doing!?" His arms grasped at the empty air in vain.
"The world isn't fair. And it won't make any exception for you. You're not going to be able to get back to sleep. Isn't it enough that you just let it go?" Warren doubled the comforter over, neatly folding it in his arms."
"But I do *believe*. And Santa *is* real!"
"Very funny."
"I've achieved my goal for the day. Who needs to get up now."
"Robert, that's not what I--"
"You would so not believe the stores! It's like Fifth Avenue. well, not really." Stacy tore into the room, juggling several large bags.
Bobby's draw dropped at the shear amount of purchases she clearly made. Warren, too, was taken back in surprise, but did not permit himself to express it openly. He did, after all, lend her his credit cards on good faith. Perhaps, he should have stressed moderation a little more clearly. Bobby seized the moment of distraction, grasping the blanket from Warren's hands. He stumbled to his feet and leapt to the other bed, the blanket clearly being held hostage.
"The stores were huge Warren!" Stacy's face lit up. "Some of the prices seemed so unreal, but the quality is fantastic. We're talking good stuff here. They don't hold out on you with the fabric or anything. And having all those salespeople follow you around. I felt like they thought I was gonna lift something, you know." She began to unload the packages on the newly vacated bed. "But, then they were so nice. Weird nice. Attack of the zombies nice." She lowered her voice and narrowed her eyes," I think they can smell money." She retrieved a brilliant yellow shirt from one of the bags, black flame details along the bottom accented the contrast. "That's okay. Because I got this for you to wear tonight. I mean, black is great, but not a 'you' kind of color. Now something like this'll make you really stand out in a crowd." A look of disbelief managed to make itself apparent on Warren's face.
Bobby dropped his confiscated blanket to clutch his stomach in silent laughter. "Oh man, not like wings and blue skin are enough!"
Warren sent an icy glare in his direction, that caused even the once dubbed Popsicle to shiver. "Stacy, that's really thoughtful of you," He struggled with the words. "But it wasn't truly necessary--"
"Oh don't think twice about it. I mean, it's my way of giving back to the team and all. I mean, no offense and all, but this teams seriously lacks fashion conscientiousness." At this point, Bobby was lost in his internal struggle, as he sat on the headboard, wiping tears from his eyes.
"That's why I got something for everyone to wear tonight."
Bobby's laughing turned into a racking cough. He gasped for air.
"Now that's *not* funny!"
Warren smiled.