Alrighty then. The next chapter in the Looser definition of a Mutant
series. Listen I am having trouble accessing FFN so please forgive me if I
post this a little late.
Old Love, and New Love
He could tell that she was staring at him. Her pen hadn't moved for three minutes, her face was pointed in his direction, and her breathing had become steady. To be honest, he had almost lost himself in listening to her breathing. But he shook his head, "She's dead, this isn't her," he berated himself silently.
"Are you having problems Wanda?" he asked. They were grading his fourth period papers, since she was in his sixth period she helped with the others.
She turned back to the pages in front of her, "Um no. its just that I have to keep checking the answer sheet, and well you have to take the time to read this by finger. I was thinking, maybe this would all go faster if I read the page in front of you out loud, and you, grade it."
"That sounds like a good idea, here hand me the page you have," she handed the paper to him, and as she passed it off, their hands touched ever so briefly. And for the first time in her life, the Scarlet Witch blushed to match her wardrobe.
"No," she silently chastised in her head, "I do not blush! I am fear, I am anger, I am not some yuppie red head who gets all giggly when my crush is around. What am I talking about I don't have crushes . . . especially not this guy, he is ten years older than me." As she continued her internal tirade, she was also mindful to thank the goddesses that he couldn't discern color. Along time ago he had told them that he could make up for sight in every way, but color.
"You're blushing," he said simply.
"How would you know?" she sneered, trying her best to get rid of the rosy cheeks.
"The temperature in your cheeks is up, and your pulse is quickened. Uh, are you uncomfortable around me?"
"Actually quite the opposite, I am very comfortable around you."
"I like spending time with you too."
The blush spread across her cheeks again. He leaned over and reached into his bag, "Wanda, I picked something up that I thought you might like. I noticed you were running low on particular incense. So I took the liberty of stopping at a shop in town and picking up some replenishing for you. He held the small brown wrapped packages out to Wanda.
When she unwrapped them, she found the exact scents for patients, strength, and love. "How did you know?"
"Well, lets just say the nose let me know you were using them less and less, so I assumed that you were running low. And I knew the scents; I make it my business to know those sorts of things. I thought any Wiccan would be able to use those."
She looked at him oddly though, "Its just that I haven't actually been using the one for love," he was busted, "but I have been thinking about using it."
Wait, was she saying what he thought. "Time to take a chance," he thought to himself. He reached over and took her hand, "Wanda, you have made my stay here, more. . . ah . . . pleasurable than it would have been without you. What I'm saying I guess is. . ."
She didn't let him finish, she put her lips on his. All she was thinking was, "Age, be damned. I'm already headed to hell. Lets at least make it a fun trip."
It didn't take long for Matt to return her passion. When they did pull back he asked, "Wanda, are you sure? I don't want to force you into anything you don't want."
Wanda chuckled, "Like you could force me." And so they embraced again, a witch and the devil, in a moment of passion. They would have to hide it from the others. But it would be enough for them that they knew.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Peter!"
"Huh, what?" Peter had drifted off while awake.
"Peter Parker, you have been staring at me for the last ten minutes. Would you please just bolster whatever courage you used to fight Tock Ock or whatever his name was and ask me out," Jean said all this with a mood somewhere between joking and actual anger.
"I .. Uh. . . I don't think that would be a good idea." He grabbed is things and started to bolt from the kitchen table. It was then that he remembered that he was trying to run from an accomplished telepath.
"Parker, sit!" Jean said forcefully.
When she released him, he grudgingly obliged. "Now tell me what the hell happened with that ex-girlfriend that makes you so afraid to ask me out." She wondered if she had overstepped a line, but she felt she needed to do this. Peter was being so sweet, but seemingly refused to officially ask her out.
"You'll have to be more specific," he said looking at the table, "I've had three, er four, ah three. . ."
"You know, with numbers that low, people don't usually loose count."
"Well you see its like this, my first girlfriend was this girl, Gwen Stacy. We broke up because she was having some issues with her fathers death, and so was I."
"What do you mean, 'so was I'?"
"I am the reason her father died. I was there on the same street as him, fighting, by the way, Doc Ock. Octavius was throwing debris, both me and Captain Stacy were pulling people out of harms way. Then it came to two people left in the area, I grabbed one, and Capt. Stacy shoved the other out as a huge chunk of concrete came crashing down. I wasn't able to pull Capt. Stacy out in time. He died there. Gwen began to really fall apart. So after a while we broke up.
"Then there was Felicia Hardy, rich girl I tutored, apparently I grew on her. She and I had a few dates, but I was split between her, and this other girl I was seeing."
"Wait, you were two timing her?"
"Technically it was Spider-Man who was seeing this other girl. You see, I had noticed this other person swinging around the city lately. It turned out to be another costumed vigilante calling herself 'The Black Cat'. She and I began to team up a lot. And we got very close. And then when the Green Goblin unmasked us both, luckily in private. I was quite shocked to see I had been fighting with Felicia after all."
"Wait, so the Black Cat was Felicia Hardy?"
"Yeah, but she was none too happy to see that I was Spider-Man. A few weeks later we were most definitely history. A week after that she was going around with her old boyfriend from Romania, who by the way is a vampire.
"And then there was MJ. That is Mary-Jane. She had lived next door to me for the past fourteen years, and we had never met. Aunt May set me up with her via her Aunt Anna. She showed up at the door and, well . . . wow. We went around together for months. It was my longest relationship. I even told her, about me and Spider-Man. She was actually cool about it for a while. But apparently she had been building up fear, and worry, and it didn't help that she was a very jealous girl."
"What do you mean 'jealous'?"
"Well, you see Gwen and I had remained friends, in fact she often stayed at my house when she and her mother got into a fight. MJ didn't like it. She never did anything crazy, she just wasn't afraid to show her disapproval. She didn't trust me I guess. Maybe it's because of what I told her about the whole Felicia/Black Cat thing. Anyway, the straw that broke the camel's back was when Gwen's mom split town. Aunt May invited Gwen to come live with us."
"Ooh I bet that didn't go over real well."
"No. And it's worse than you think. Gwen blames Spider-Man, and now me, for her father's death."
"Eesh."
"Anyway, after Gwen moved in, it was all over but the crying. Of which there was a lot. Then a year after Gwen moves in, I am unmasked. I just was so stupid." Peter didn't realize he had started crying. His voice had not changed, but tears were flowing freely from his eyes.
"Come here," Jean said, and she moved around the table. She put her arms around Peter and laid his head on her shoulder, "Shh, its okay."
"Everything I touch dies, my parents, Uncle Ben, Capt. Stacy, the Osborne's, Aunt May. How can it be okay Jean?"
"Because, it wasn't your fault. You did nothing but try to make the world a better place. Any person who blames you for anything is a fool."
He wiped his eyes furiously, "I'm sorry. I never was much of a tough- guy. Listen Jean, I really like you. But I am afraid that if we go out, something horrible will happen. I am afraid you would get hurt."
"Peter Parker," Jean said, sounding amazingly like her own mother and Aunt May, "Do I look like the kind of girl who must be constantly protected?"
"No," Peter admitted.
"Now I am really just going to forget your whole sordid love life, if you can tell me one thing."
"And that is?"
"Did you ever. . . That is did you and any of them ever. . . um well. . . are you a . . ."
"What?" Peter asked, unable to believe what she was asking. "Yes of course. I cant believe you would ask that!"
"Well this day and age you never know."
"Oh alright. Jean Grey, would you do me the immense honor of being my girlfriend?" Peter asked, knowing the answer.
"Gee, this is such a shock Peter," Jean said, laughing sarcastically, "Of course, Web-Head."
"Whoopie, And do you know what the best part is?" Peter asked with an evil smile on his lips."
"What?"
"My girlfriend looks great in skin-tight spandex."
"You little creep!" she said with a smile. She was going to hit him but he was already off. She chased him around until she lost visual on him. She was about to search telepathically, when he dropped from the ceiling, and knocked her to the ground. she looked up at him as he knelt over her, she reached up and pulled him by the neck down to her level. And with that, Peter Parker and Jean Grey kissed for the first time.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Elsewhere in the same house. . .
She looked out the window. At the different recruits running around, goofing off. She isolated herself. It was for others protection as much as her own. But somehow she hated it. She loved her solitude, but hated the loneliness that came with it. There were days she wished that she wasn't a mutant. That she could touch, and feel. That she wasn't hated. But she knew that fantasy was no substitute for reality, so she tried to let such dreams remain as such; dreams. She was so preoccupied with hating fate for her power that she didn't hear the young man approach the door. She didn't hear him swallow hard, or steel his courage, just to talk to the young goth. She did hear the knock on her door.
"Hi," Scott said brightly when she opened it.
"Gahddess, don tell me we got anuther danger room sim!" the southern bell exclaimed.
"Uh, no actually I was going to ask you something," Scott struggled to keep his voice in control.
"What?"
"I said, 'I going to. . . "
"No, what were ya going ta ask me?"
"Oh, well do you like musicals?"
she looked at him with a look that could only mean, "do I look like I do?"
"Oh, well its just that Andrew Lloyd Weber's Phantom of the Opera is going to be in town this Friday, and well Jean just doesn't get good theatre." The last part had been a lie, but he didn't want to take his best friend out.
"Wait, Phantom of the Opera? Ah love that show, scratch mah previous response, do you know where I could get tickets?"
"Actually I have a pair of tickets, I thought you might enjoy it. I would certainly enjoy the company."
"Are you. . ." Rogue wasn't sure what to assume, "Are you askin me on a date?"
"Um. . . Only if you say yes. If not, then this conversation never happened."
"Well then . . . uh, I guess the conversation happened." Rogue smiled as Scott's face lit up with joy and surprise.
"Great!"
"But its your own damned fault if you pass out cause you tried somethin."
"Deal."
Well?!?! Please R/R please!!!!! And I put more Rogue in, as asked.
Old Love, and New Love
He could tell that she was staring at him. Her pen hadn't moved for three minutes, her face was pointed in his direction, and her breathing had become steady. To be honest, he had almost lost himself in listening to her breathing. But he shook his head, "She's dead, this isn't her," he berated himself silently.
"Are you having problems Wanda?" he asked. They were grading his fourth period papers, since she was in his sixth period she helped with the others.
She turned back to the pages in front of her, "Um no. its just that I have to keep checking the answer sheet, and well you have to take the time to read this by finger. I was thinking, maybe this would all go faster if I read the page in front of you out loud, and you, grade it."
"That sounds like a good idea, here hand me the page you have," she handed the paper to him, and as she passed it off, their hands touched ever so briefly. And for the first time in her life, the Scarlet Witch blushed to match her wardrobe.
"No," she silently chastised in her head, "I do not blush! I am fear, I am anger, I am not some yuppie red head who gets all giggly when my crush is around. What am I talking about I don't have crushes . . . especially not this guy, he is ten years older than me." As she continued her internal tirade, she was also mindful to thank the goddesses that he couldn't discern color. Along time ago he had told them that he could make up for sight in every way, but color.
"You're blushing," he said simply.
"How would you know?" she sneered, trying her best to get rid of the rosy cheeks.
"The temperature in your cheeks is up, and your pulse is quickened. Uh, are you uncomfortable around me?"
"Actually quite the opposite, I am very comfortable around you."
"I like spending time with you too."
The blush spread across her cheeks again. He leaned over and reached into his bag, "Wanda, I picked something up that I thought you might like. I noticed you were running low on particular incense. So I took the liberty of stopping at a shop in town and picking up some replenishing for you. He held the small brown wrapped packages out to Wanda.
When she unwrapped them, she found the exact scents for patients, strength, and love. "How did you know?"
"Well, lets just say the nose let me know you were using them less and less, so I assumed that you were running low. And I knew the scents; I make it my business to know those sorts of things. I thought any Wiccan would be able to use those."
She looked at him oddly though, "Its just that I haven't actually been using the one for love," he was busted, "but I have been thinking about using it."
Wait, was she saying what he thought. "Time to take a chance," he thought to himself. He reached over and took her hand, "Wanda, you have made my stay here, more. . . ah . . . pleasurable than it would have been without you. What I'm saying I guess is. . ."
She didn't let him finish, she put her lips on his. All she was thinking was, "Age, be damned. I'm already headed to hell. Lets at least make it a fun trip."
It didn't take long for Matt to return her passion. When they did pull back he asked, "Wanda, are you sure? I don't want to force you into anything you don't want."
Wanda chuckled, "Like you could force me." And so they embraced again, a witch and the devil, in a moment of passion. They would have to hide it from the others. But it would be enough for them that they knew.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Peter!"
"Huh, what?" Peter had drifted off while awake.
"Peter Parker, you have been staring at me for the last ten minutes. Would you please just bolster whatever courage you used to fight Tock Ock or whatever his name was and ask me out," Jean said all this with a mood somewhere between joking and actual anger.
"I .. Uh. . . I don't think that would be a good idea." He grabbed is things and started to bolt from the kitchen table. It was then that he remembered that he was trying to run from an accomplished telepath.
"Parker, sit!" Jean said forcefully.
When she released him, he grudgingly obliged. "Now tell me what the hell happened with that ex-girlfriend that makes you so afraid to ask me out." She wondered if she had overstepped a line, but she felt she needed to do this. Peter was being so sweet, but seemingly refused to officially ask her out.
"You'll have to be more specific," he said looking at the table, "I've had three, er four, ah three. . ."
"You know, with numbers that low, people don't usually loose count."
"Well you see its like this, my first girlfriend was this girl, Gwen Stacy. We broke up because she was having some issues with her fathers death, and so was I."
"What do you mean, 'so was I'?"
"I am the reason her father died. I was there on the same street as him, fighting, by the way, Doc Ock. Octavius was throwing debris, both me and Captain Stacy were pulling people out of harms way. Then it came to two people left in the area, I grabbed one, and Capt. Stacy shoved the other out as a huge chunk of concrete came crashing down. I wasn't able to pull Capt. Stacy out in time. He died there. Gwen began to really fall apart. So after a while we broke up.
"Then there was Felicia Hardy, rich girl I tutored, apparently I grew on her. She and I had a few dates, but I was split between her, and this other girl I was seeing."
"Wait, you were two timing her?"
"Technically it was Spider-Man who was seeing this other girl. You see, I had noticed this other person swinging around the city lately. It turned out to be another costumed vigilante calling herself 'The Black Cat'. She and I began to team up a lot. And we got very close. And then when the Green Goblin unmasked us both, luckily in private. I was quite shocked to see I had been fighting with Felicia after all."
"Wait, so the Black Cat was Felicia Hardy?"
"Yeah, but she was none too happy to see that I was Spider-Man. A few weeks later we were most definitely history. A week after that she was going around with her old boyfriend from Romania, who by the way is a vampire.
"And then there was MJ. That is Mary-Jane. She had lived next door to me for the past fourteen years, and we had never met. Aunt May set me up with her via her Aunt Anna. She showed up at the door and, well . . . wow. We went around together for months. It was my longest relationship. I even told her, about me and Spider-Man. She was actually cool about it for a while. But apparently she had been building up fear, and worry, and it didn't help that she was a very jealous girl."
"What do you mean 'jealous'?"
"Well, you see Gwen and I had remained friends, in fact she often stayed at my house when she and her mother got into a fight. MJ didn't like it. She never did anything crazy, she just wasn't afraid to show her disapproval. She didn't trust me I guess. Maybe it's because of what I told her about the whole Felicia/Black Cat thing. Anyway, the straw that broke the camel's back was when Gwen's mom split town. Aunt May invited Gwen to come live with us."
"Ooh I bet that didn't go over real well."
"No. And it's worse than you think. Gwen blames Spider-Man, and now me, for her father's death."
"Eesh."
"Anyway, after Gwen moved in, it was all over but the crying. Of which there was a lot. Then a year after Gwen moves in, I am unmasked. I just was so stupid." Peter didn't realize he had started crying. His voice had not changed, but tears were flowing freely from his eyes.
"Come here," Jean said, and she moved around the table. She put her arms around Peter and laid his head on her shoulder, "Shh, its okay."
"Everything I touch dies, my parents, Uncle Ben, Capt. Stacy, the Osborne's, Aunt May. How can it be okay Jean?"
"Because, it wasn't your fault. You did nothing but try to make the world a better place. Any person who blames you for anything is a fool."
He wiped his eyes furiously, "I'm sorry. I never was much of a tough- guy. Listen Jean, I really like you. But I am afraid that if we go out, something horrible will happen. I am afraid you would get hurt."
"Peter Parker," Jean said, sounding amazingly like her own mother and Aunt May, "Do I look like the kind of girl who must be constantly protected?"
"No," Peter admitted.
"Now I am really just going to forget your whole sordid love life, if you can tell me one thing."
"And that is?"
"Did you ever. . . That is did you and any of them ever. . . um well. . . are you a . . ."
"What?" Peter asked, unable to believe what she was asking. "Yes of course. I cant believe you would ask that!"
"Well this day and age you never know."
"Oh alright. Jean Grey, would you do me the immense honor of being my girlfriend?" Peter asked, knowing the answer.
"Gee, this is such a shock Peter," Jean said, laughing sarcastically, "Of course, Web-Head."
"Whoopie, And do you know what the best part is?" Peter asked with an evil smile on his lips."
"What?"
"My girlfriend looks great in skin-tight spandex."
"You little creep!" she said with a smile. She was going to hit him but he was already off. She chased him around until she lost visual on him. She was about to search telepathically, when he dropped from the ceiling, and knocked her to the ground. she looked up at him as he knelt over her, she reached up and pulled him by the neck down to her level. And with that, Peter Parker and Jean Grey kissed for the first time.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Elsewhere in the same house. . .
She looked out the window. At the different recruits running around, goofing off. She isolated herself. It was for others protection as much as her own. But somehow she hated it. She loved her solitude, but hated the loneliness that came with it. There were days she wished that she wasn't a mutant. That she could touch, and feel. That she wasn't hated. But she knew that fantasy was no substitute for reality, so she tried to let such dreams remain as such; dreams. She was so preoccupied with hating fate for her power that she didn't hear the young man approach the door. She didn't hear him swallow hard, or steel his courage, just to talk to the young goth. She did hear the knock on her door.
"Hi," Scott said brightly when she opened it.
"Gahddess, don tell me we got anuther danger room sim!" the southern bell exclaimed.
"Uh, no actually I was going to ask you something," Scott struggled to keep his voice in control.
"What?"
"I said, 'I going to. . . "
"No, what were ya going ta ask me?"
"Oh, well do you like musicals?"
she looked at him with a look that could only mean, "do I look like I do?"
"Oh, well its just that Andrew Lloyd Weber's Phantom of the Opera is going to be in town this Friday, and well Jean just doesn't get good theatre." The last part had been a lie, but he didn't want to take his best friend out.
"Wait, Phantom of the Opera? Ah love that show, scratch mah previous response, do you know where I could get tickets?"
"Actually I have a pair of tickets, I thought you might enjoy it. I would certainly enjoy the company."
"Are you. . ." Rogue wasn't sure what to assume, "Are you askin me on a date?"
"Um. . . Only if you say yes. If not, then this conversation never happened."
"Well then . . . uh, I guess the conversation happened." Rogue smiled as Scott's face lit up with joy and surprise.
"Great!"
"But its your own damned fault if you pass out cause you tried somethin."
"Deal."
Well?!?! Please R/R please!!!!! And I put more Rogue in, as asked.