ONCE INSIDE
Disclaimer: M-X. Don't own them. Enjoy!
Jesse tried to hold in his laughter. The good thing about having another male on the team (not Adam's age) was that he could converse with the wrong 'head' sometimes. Brennen and his was a competitive bond, like most men whom saw themselves as brothers; but a short while before, he would have said differently.
Brennen grinned as he went on about the safe house. His tongue soon became tired of tasting beer when the molecular interrupted him. "You hungry?"
",,,Yeah." He jumped up, rummaging through the fridge on a search for anything edible. Behind him, Jesse shuffled with a few plates. "Now one thing I will say," The men sat at the table with supplies for sandwiches. "Jordan is a DAMN good cook."
"Oh, yeah." The molecular and he were reaching around each other, slapping together those 'man' sandwiches that had too much meat and veggies between three or four pieces of bread. "I wish she cooked more. Adam keeps us on these Japanese based diets, which are good, but I'd cut my arm off for one of her meals."
"I didn't realize how hungry I was when she cooked for me." Brennen started after swallowing a bite. "Guess I'd forgotten how real food tasted."
The elemental was still grinning from the woman's reaction to his morning 'salute' When he stepped out of the bathroom in slightly large jeans and a black T- shirt. He was just pulling on his boots when something began to curl around his nose, turning his head and almost pulling the man to his feet. He followed the scent down the wooden stairs, stopping just short of the bottom. His stomach rumbled in evidence of his thoughts.
Brennen stepped slowly, peaking around thee door like a child. Jordan stood busying herself with several pots on the top burners- it was all hitting him at once now. Vegetables! He thought. Lots of vegetables and rice laced with butter. And Garlic! They seemed foreign to him as he unwittingly stepped up behind her, dark eyes wide and peering into the pots. Normally. Jordan bending over would have snatched his attention right back, but his stomach had other ideas. She pulled on oven mitts and opened the door, pulling out a pan of thick golden rolls. The elemental licked his lips, remembering how is mom used to cook-when they had food to eat. The woman reached beck down to grab a large dish. This one held a plate of perfectly cooked steaks, still simmering in juices laced with seasonings. OH, my god! He thought. His stomach agreed.
Jordan looked back after placing the dish on the counter. She known he was there and the sight of him wide-eyed and holding his stomach sent her laughing. Brennen could only grin as leaned over her shoulder. The woman cut him a piece of meat, holding the fork as he took a bite. His eyes rolled at such a sinfully good taste.
"So, there are times when you can't talk. " She walked past him, pulling drinks from the fridge. "You could help,,,"
"I'd rather watch."
"Yeah, I bet." Jordan got them some plates and utensils as the dark man sat down; He was too ready for this.
"I owe you. It's been a long time since I had a real meal."
"Can you cook?" Her inquiries were to the point. Especially knowing that once the food was in front of him, there wouldn't be too many words.
"When I can. " Brennen leaned back, eyeing the purposely over-loaded dish she sat in front of him. "Depends on where I am at the time."
"Well-" Her words cut off as the man dove into his bounty. The smile spread over her face. "Enjoy."
"I must have been face down in that plate for ten minutes." He laughed. "Like she knew how hungry I was."
'You're a big dude." Jesse replied, reaching for the mustard. "Anyway, after cooking for me and Shalimar, I'm sure she knew how to gauge your appetite."
Brennen was on his third plate when he realized she was watching. Hiss head lifted slowly to the woman who sat smirking, her own fork playing in the confusion of her plate.
"Sorry." He said.
" For what? I'd be worried if you weren't eating." She wiped her mouth before heading back to the stove, bringing him yet another helping of vegetables. Brennen could have kissed her-if his mouth wasn't full.
"So this is a safe house?" His question still heavy with chewing.
"Not a standard one. Most of the ones we use are underground, y'know, more industrial? This place is a home to some of our runners for the underground. They're out of town right now."
The elemental nodded as she spoke. He didn't think this Mutant X had such a Martha Stewart feel to it. "We have houses throughout the country- even the world." She continued.
"So, how expansive are you?"
"Enough that most don't know we operate. But Adam will tell you all about that."
Brennen, for the first time since the Hillview bus ride, thought about his future. The man straightened up, watching as she chewed her food quietly and a lot more graciously than he. "So. I'm going into the underground, right?"
"Can't answer that." Jordan pulled apart a roll slowly, steam and butter curling along the inner fluff. "Adam will give you the information, then offer you a choice." He stared as she handed him part of the bread, know he'd already had five (understatement) but, this was so much more tempting coming from her. "It's up to you what you chose."
He took the roll, rocking it in his hand gently as Jordan continued to speak. "No one will force you to do anything. Your life is your own. We only aid mutant king from our oppressors."
"And who's out to get us?" he sang, sinking his teeth into the ivory fluff, flavor slide along his tongue.
"Adam should tell you that as well. Once he gets started, you'll be glad it's him explaining instead of me."
There was momentary silence between the two. Brennen searched for questions while finally finding a bottom to the pit in his stomach. "A walk would be good right now."
"I'm sorry you can't go out while here." She replied while clearing the table. "Feel free to look around, if it helps."
"You tired?" He asked the elemental while checking his watch. The team had made an early night of this Friday.
"Nope."
"Play some pool." The molecular jumped up in agreement, following his teammate as they moved through Sanctuary. In the game room, Brennen leaned on a pair of sticks as Jesse set the table. His thoughts were still going.
He'd found himself in what appeared to be a study of sorts at the safe house. One thing he'd never tire of was reading. Words and imagination seemed to keep him surviving at times. The man found an interesting read and was returning to the kitchen when he stopped in the doorway. Jordan stood near a now empty sink, rubbing her lower back. She faced away from him as slender fingers kneaded into her spine and lower hips slowly. Brennen, seeing her eyes closed and intent on easing the aches, stepped toward her, quietly placing the book on the table. He reached out, sliding his fingers along her waist before pressing them into her sore muscles. The woman jumped at his touch.
"Shhhh." He whispered, pushing into the curve of her spine. "Just relax." Jordan had wanted to stop him, but soon gave into his hands, steadying herself against the counter as he continued. "I thought you healed things like this."
"Sometimes a girl gets an ache." She grinned. "Just hard to find good help-OH, God,,," He smirked at her reaction to the increased pressure, then made his way up her back, pushing circular motions and occasional knuckles into her flesh. He could feel the tension along her spine and shoulders. The skin sat softly under his rough hands.
"How did this happen?"
"I could feel her stiffen when I asked that." Brennen said. Jesse stood from a missed shot. "If I had known what happened in that prison."
"You do understand that it wasn't your fault?" The molecular almost demanded. His eyes blazed an electric blue at the elemental.
"I know, but it doesn't make it right."
"Don't beat yourself up. What else happened?"
The smile slid back on his face.
Jordan couldn't seem to form words as large hands molded to the lines of her back. Her eyes kept opening and closing, knowing that prick Mulray was behind her grinning. Finally, he pulled back, causing her to exhale loudly.
"Was it good for you?"
"Don't you know when a woman's faking?" She turned to look him in the eyes.
"That's fucked up." He laughed, returning his attention to the book on the table. "Can I read this?"
"Sure,,,T.S. Elliot? A bit dark, isn't it?"
"He's not my first choice, but I like some of his stuff. How about you?"
Brennen wasn't sure, but he could see the ring buzz on the woman's finger, interrupting their conversation. "Hold that thought." She left out of the room, while he absently flipped pages. Finally, she returned. "Get you stuff."
"Why?"
"We're going to Sanctuary." She patted his arm before moving back to the door. "Get ready, you're about to meet Mutant X."
Disclaimer: M-X. Don't own them. Enjoy!
Jesse tried to hold in his laughter. The good thing about having another male on the team (not Adam's age) was that he could converse with the wrong 'head' sometimes. Brennen and his was a competitive bond, like most men whom saw themselves as brothers; but a short while before, he would have said differently.
Brennen grinned as he went on about the safe house. His tongue soon became tired of tasting beer when the molecular interrupted him. "You hungry?"
",,,Yeah." He jumped up, rummaging through the fridge on a search for anything edible. Behind him, Jesse shuffled with a few plates. "Now one thing I will say," The men sat at the table with supplies for sandwiches. "Jordan is a DAMN good cook."
"Oh, yeah." The molecular and he were reaching around each other, slapping together those 'man' sandwiches that had too much meat and veggies between three or four pieces of bread. "I wish she cooked more. Adam keeps us on these Japanese based diets, which are good, but I'd cut my arm off for one of her meals."
"I didn't realize how hungry I was when she cooked for me." Brennen started after swallowing a bite. "Guess I'd forgotten how real food tasted."
The elemental was still grinning from the woman's reaction to his morning 'salute' When he stepped out of the bathroom in slightly large jeans and a black T- shirt. He was just pulling on his boots when something began to curl around his nose, turning his head and almost pulling the man to his feet. He followed the scent down the wooden stairs, stopping just short of the bottom. His stomach rumbled in evidence of his thoughts.
Brennen stepped slowly, peaking around thee door like a child. Jordan stood busying herself with several pots on the top burners- it was all hitting him at once now. Vegetables! He thought. Lots of vegetables and rice laced with butter. And Garlic! They seemed foreign to him as he unwittingly stepped up behind her, dark eyes wide and peering into the pots. Normally. Jordan bending over would have snatched his attention right back, but his stomach had other ideas. She pulled on oven mitts and opened the door, pulling out a pan of thick golden rolls. The elemental licked his lips, remembering how is mom used to cook-when they had food to eat. The woman reached beck down to grab a large dish. This one held a plate of perfectly cooked steaks, still simmering in juices laced with seasonings. OH, my god! He thought. His stomach agreed.
Jordan looked back after placing the dish on the counter. She known he was there and the sight of him wide-eyed and holding his stomach sent her laughing. Brennen could only grin as leaned over her shoulder. The woman cut him a piece of meat, holding the fork as he took a bite. His eyes rolled at such a sinfully good taste.
"So, there are times when you can't talk. " She walked past him, pulling drinks from the fridge. "You could help,,,"
"I'd rather watch."
"Yeah, I bet." Jordan got them some plates and utensils as the dark man sat down; He was too ready for this.
"I owe you. It's been a long time since I had a real meal."
"Can you cook?" Her inquiries were to the point. Especially knowing that once the food was in front of him, there wouldn't be too many words.
"When I can. " Brennen leaned back, eyeing the purposely over-loaded dish she sat in front of him. "Depends on where I am at the time."
"Well-" Her words cut off as the man dove into his bounty. The smile spread over her face. "Enjoy."
"I must have been face down in that plate for ten minutes." He laughed. "Like she knew how hungry I was."
'You're a big dude." Jesse replied, reaching for the mustard. "Anyway, after cooking for me and Shalimar, I'm sure she knew how to gauge your appetite."
Brennen was on his third plate when he realized she was watching. Hiss head lifted slowly to the woman who sat smirking, her own fork playing in the confusion of her plate.
"Sorry." He said.
" For what? I'd be worried if you weren't eating." She wiped her mouth before heading back to the stove, bringing him yet another helping of vegetables. Brennen could have kissed her-if his mouth wasn't full.
"So this is a safe house?" His question still heavy with chewing.
"Not a standard one. Most of the ones we use are underground, y'know, more industrial? This place is a home to some of our runners for the underground. They're out of town right now."
The elemental nodded as she spoke. He didn't think this Mutant X had such a Martha Stewart feel to it. "We have houses throughout the country- even the world." She continued.
"So, how expansive are you?"
"Enough that most don't know we operate. But Adam will tell you all about that."
Brennen, for the first time since the Hillview bus ride, thought about his future. The man straightened up, watching as she chewed her food quietly and a lot more graciously than he. "So. I'm going into the underground, right?"
"Can't answer that." Jordan pulled apart a roll slowly, steam and butter curling along the inner fluff. "Adam will give you the information, then offer you a choice." He stared as she handed him part of the bread, know he'd already had five (understatement) but, this was so much more tempting coming from her. "It's up to you what you chose."
He took the roll, rocking it in his hand gently as Jordan continued to speak. "No one will force you to do anything. Your life is your own. We only aid mutant king from our oppressors."
"And who's out to get us?" he sang, sinking his teeth into the ivory fluff, flavor slide along his tongue.
"Adam should tell you that as well. Once he gets started, you'll be glad it's him explaining instead of me."
There was momentary silence between the two. Brennen searched for questions while finally finding a bottom to the pit in his stomach. "A walk would be good right now."
"I'm sorry you can't go out while here." She replied while clearing the table. "Feel free to look around, if it helps."
"You tired?" He asked the elemental while checking his watch. The team had made an early night of this Friday.
"Nope."
"Play some pool." The molecular jumped up in agreement, following his teammate as they moved through Sanctuary. In the game room, Brennen leaned on a pair of sticks as Jesse set the table. His thoughts were still going.
He'd found himself in what appeared to be a study of sorts at the safe house. One thing he'd never tire of was reading. Words and imagination seemed to keep him surviving at times. The man found an interesting read and was returning to the kitchen when he stopped in the doorway. Jordan stood near a now empty sink, rubbing her lower back. She faced away from him as slender fingers kneaded into her spine and lower hips slowly. Brennen, seeing her eyes closed and intent on easing the aches, stepped toward her, quietly placing the book on the table. He reached out, sliding his fingers along her waist before pressing them into her sore muscles. The woman jumped at his touch.
"Shhhh." He whispered, pushing into the curve of her spine. "Just relax." Jordan had wanted to stop him, but soon gave into his hands, steadying herself against the counter as he continued. "I thought you healed things like this."
"Sometimes a girl gets an ache." She grinned. "Just hard to find good help-OH, God,,," He smirked at her reaction to the increased pressure, then made his way up her back, pushing circular motions and occasional knuckles into her flesh. He could feel the tension along her spine and shoulders. The skin sat softly under his rough hands.
"How did this happen?"
"I could feel her stiffen when I asked that." Brennen said. Jesse stood from a missed shot. "If I had known what happened in that prison."
"You do understand that it wasn't your fault?" The molecular almost demanded. His eyes blazed an electric blue at the elemental.
"I know, but it doesn't make it right."
"Don't beat yourself up. What else happened?"
The smile slid back on his face.
Jordan couldn't seem to form words as large hands molded to the lines of her back. Her eyes kept opening and closing, knowing that prick Mulray was behind her grinning. Finally, he pulled back, causing her to exhale loudly.
"Was it good for you?"
"Don't you know when a woman's faking?" She turned to look him in the eyes.
"That's fucked up." He laughed, returning his attention to the book on the table. "Can I read this?"
"Sure,,,T.S. Elliot? A bit dark, isn't it?"
"He's not my first choice, but I like some of his stuff. How about you?"
Brennen wasn't sure, but he could see the ring buzz on the woman's finger, interrupting their conversation. "Hold that thought." She left out of the room, while he absently flipped pages. Finally, she returned. "Get you stuff."
"Why?"
"We're going to Sanctuary." She patted his arm before moving back to the door. "Get ready, you're about to meet Mutant X."