CLUBLIGHTS
DISCLAIMER: M-X, Don't Own Them. Enjoy!
Thank you to all who have kept up with my work. I HAD to finish SCENES so that I could get back on track with this one. I love your patience. Please, keep the reviews coming in.
That ride home was silent in both cars. The women had dropped Jesse and Brennen off at their SUV, before climbing back on the road to Sanctuary. No doubt there were issues to be resolved between all of them, but for once, nobody picked a fight or pointed fingers. The team known as Mutant X only wanted one thing-to rest.
About two hours and several showers later, the occupation of Sanctuary seemed to be back in full swing. Jordan was the last to emerge from her bathroom, absently wrapping the towel around her before sitting down on the bed. The woman tied her locs into a knot at the base of her neck, waiting for the other presence in her room. "You don't give up, do you?"
Shalimar stood from her chair, adjusting the waist of her jeans. Her warm eyes looked at the woman with dire interest, before stepping over to sit by her. Jordan laid back absently pulling at the long ebony rope left out of the gathering. Her legs crossed over the edge of the bed. "You've got me worried, J."
"Really. You sounded more accusing before." The feral didn't think that her words were offensive. The younger woman had been nothing but a friend to her through the last few months.
"I just wanted to know what was going on."
"Did you know that Movaro was a mutant?" she asked still toying with the strand. "His abilities were half hearted, but enough to pick up on others."
"That doesn't make since. If he knew you were, then why didn't he give me and Lexa any hell about our powers?"
The honey colored woman glanced at her friend, before returning to her hair. "Because he didn't want to."
"Jordan, what happened in his office?"
"He confronted me about my abilities." She replied softly.
"And Brennen as well?"
The woman turned to lean on her side, pulling at a string in her comforter. "HE -was behind Movaro, hidden in the shadows. But I could see him." Shalimar saw her eyes go distant at that, and leaned down to face her.
"What did he make you do?" she whispered, speaking of the dead man.
"The same thing we'd all been doing that night." The feral's eyes blazed in disbelief. A flat image of her teammate having to take off her clothes in front of both the man who exploited her and the one that secretly wanted her, flushed into her brain. She quickly cut her gaze to shake it off. "It wasn't SO bad." Jordan continued. "But when he got up, and came towards me, I froze."
"I'm not surprised." Shalimar replied. "And that's when Brennen fried him."
"He opted for frying him, I think he more so wanted to strangle him. " The woman could still remember the elemental's eyes as he watched her. The only time she felt any fear was when Movaro came towards her.
"J., why not use your powers to stop him?"
"Because he only knew I was a new mutant -not you or Lex. I wasn't going to risk him throwing attention your way. But that's not the issue here."
Shalimar's brows rose in question. "Then what is?"
"You and your past with Brennen." The woman smirked.
"No," she grinned. "The issue is, that you don't know when a good thing is starring you in the face."
"Isn't that my line?"
"Jordan, me and Sparky tried and it didn't work. We are much better off as friends. Besides, he has a thing for you."
"Right, Shalimar." The woman replied. "You got defensive with me because-"
"I know how he feels about you," she interjected. "And I am protective of all of you, even Ms. PMS." She grinned referring to Lexa. "It's about time that you faced up to the truth. Brennen has feelings for you and you need to talk to him about it."
"Shalimar, I didn't know about IT until NOW." The woman smirked pressing her finger into the thick bed. "This is a little much for one day, don't you think?"
"Alright then," the blonde stood up, pulling at the cropped sweatshirt. "Just don't wait to long." Jordan was caught off guard as she hugged her. "And take care of yourself."
The screen had long been shut off, when Jesse finally was able to push towards his room. Stress crawled in the nerves along his back and shoulders as the man fell onto his bed. Thanks to the recent events, he was several gray hairs closer to the grave. His eyes burned to close against the pillow as feet absently kicked at his shoes. The knock on his door stopped him. "hmm,,,what?"
Brennen poked his head in, watching the blonde not move. "I'll come back."
"Nope. Dude, I plan on sleeping for days. Get it over with." The elemental stepped in, making sure to close the metal barrier before moving into a chair by the bed. Jesse leaned on his elbows, rubbing the dark circles under his eyes. "What's up?"
"I'm here to ask you." The dark man replied interlacing his fingers. "You were quiet on the drive back."
"So were you."
"Had reason to be."
The blonde rolled onto his side, smirking at the stubble under his chin. "So did I."
"I know." Brennen said absently before rubbing his own eyes. "I thought we'd get it out the way now, before we're too tired and things go back to normal."
The molecular's eyes popped open at that. "Brennen, the female members of our team, had to strip in a club where they damn near got man- handled. Shit's not going to be normal for a long time."
"I know, Jess."
The blonde fell back into his pillow. "Anyway, I'm off the alcohol for good."
"And why is that?"
"Because, I have to be sober to deal with Lexa."
Brennen rolled his eyes. "Dude, that's more reason to keep drinking."
"You wouldn't say that if you kissed her." The blonde smirked. "Oh, wait, you have."
"Don't start that. She kissed me and I didn't want it. She was just exerting authority. "
"No, you wanted to kiss Jordan."
Mulray looked at his teammate for the moment, obviously planning to change the subject. "How did you end up kissing Lex?"
"We got stuck in one of those 'private' rooms." Jesse emphasized the word with fingers. "The goons were outside listening in and probably watching."
"So she had to take it off." Brennen said flatly.
"You know, I'd thought you'd have a little more interest than that." Jesse smirked. He watched Brennen scratch his head at the running thoughts in his brain. "What."
The larger man leaned forward on his knees with heavy elbows. His chin sat in an upturned palm while fingers covered his lips. Jesse felt a sudden chill run down his spin. "Y'know." The elemental started. "Some things are easy to do. When given the right reasons."
"You're talking about Movaro." Jesse interrupted. "What happened in that office? Did you and he get into it?"
"Oh, no!" the man said sarcastically. "He never saw me - he was too focused on making Jordan take off her clothes." By the flash in his eyes, Jesse could tell Brennen was as well. "She knew I was there."
"And if you hadn't been?"
Brennen now looked at his 'brother', "She was too scared to move when he tried to grab her. I don't want to think about 'if I hadn't been there'."
Jesse sat up, a blonde frown lining the blue eyes. "What kind of Mutant was he?"
"I don't know. My guess is psionic. It was something where he could sense mutant abilities."
"Like Emma." The man drifted. His heart carried a partial guilt in thinking he'd betrayed her. But he knew all too well who was in his mind when he kissed Lexa. "Dude, get some rest. Then go talk to her."
"I will, but I just saw Shalimar go into her room. Why is she pushing so hard?"
"Because, she cares about you. And she knows what J. doesn't." Jesse yawned into his pillow. "And she was worried about 'everything' that could have happened to them."
Brennen was silent at that. "So, what are you gonna do about Lexa?"
Jesse opened one eye before rubbing his forehead in thought. "Sleep on it. I doubt anyone in this building is ready for an aftermath."
It was later that Brennen pushed on the unlocked door to Jordan's room. The woman lay still wrapped in her towel and knocked out on top of the covers. He watched her for the moment before pulling the bedspread over the chilly skin. A hand grasping his forearm stopped his departure.
"Stay." She whispered. He saw the streaks on her face and without question, lay down on the bed, letting the woman rest her head on his stomach. She curled into his side, warming against the heavy arm crossing her shoulder. A hand glided in interest along the silky ropes before pulling her back to sleep. Brennen lay wide-awake, feeling a leg wrap around his, nothing but his large sweatpants separating them. For him, sleep wouldn't come anytime soon.
And for Lexa Pierce, sleep wasn't wanted. At least not right then. She sat at the computer, in black sweats, blowing the heat off a fresh cup of coffee. The ponytail behind her head, cast the woman as so much younger than her twenty-six years. The screen blanked endlessly before her, bringing back the over dyed lights of club Amnesia. 'Right about now I wish I HAD amnesia.' She thought. Everything would be much happily removed from her mind if she could- everything but him.
What in the world compelled her to give into Jess, she'd never know. His demeanor was so casual, almost joking. But he did posses a quiet strength and passion that if not surpassing, at least rivaled Brennen's physical. The tall blonde had her so ready to fall for him in that little room. Then, on the club floor, when he was breaking necks to find her, she could have lost all sanity. She had never seen such rage in him, nor such passion. But the brunette knew better. Those whom knew how to hold it in, definitely could handle its unleashing. And for the millionth time that morning, she was wishing he'd unleash 'something' on her.
But that was a lost battle, because Jesse Kilmartin was still in love with a ghost. And this ghost lay with him every night he closed his eyes, only to leave him before he woke. But why do I just know that he kissed ME, she thought. The issue had to be one of betrayal to the man, who was just moments down the hall. Somehow, moving one meant that there was something out there other than Emma DeLauro. And that scared him sick.
Lexa sipped the dark liquid, after shuddering against a spare chill running through the room. She finally got up, pulling a quilt from the nearby couch. Somehow, this screen wasn't what she wanted to see. No, girl. She thought to herself. Give it time. The woman walked absently to the game room, her steps slowing as they passed by his door. The idea of Jesse sprawled out on the sheets made her slender lips curl in 'wonder'. But she pushed forward, knowing that the next time he woke, he'd need another shave. The thoughts danced in hr head as she moved on.
In that instant, blue eyes popped open, knowing the presence that was outside his room. Jesse turned back over in his sheets, nearly grinning at the thought. Now Lexa was haunting him, too.
DISCLAIMER: M-X, Don't Own Them. Enjoy!
Thank you to all who have kept up with my work. I HAD to finish SCENES so that I could get back on track with this one. I love your patience. Please, keep the reviews coming in.
That ride home was silent in both cars. The women had dropped Jesse and Brennen off at their SUV, before climbing back on the road to Sanctuary. No doubt there were issues to be resolved between all of them, but for once, nobody picked a fight or pointed fingers. The team known as Mutant X only wanted one thing-to rest.
About two hours and several showers later, the occupation of Sanctuary seemed to be back in full swing. Jordan was the last to emerge from her bathroom, absently wrapping the towel around her before sitting down on the bed. The woman tied her locs into a knot at the base of her neck, waiting for the other presence in her room. "You don't give up, do you?"
Shalimar stood from her chair, adjusting the waist of her jeans. Her warm eyes looked at the woman with dire interest, before stepping over to sit by her. Jordan laid back absently pulling at the long ebony rope left out of the gathering. Her legs crossed over the edge of the bed. "You've got me worried, J."
"Really. You sounded more accusing before." The feral didn't think that her words were offensive. The younger woman had been nothing but a friend to her through the last few months.
"I just wanted to know what was going on."
"Did you know that Movaro was a mutant?" she asked still toying with the strand. "His abilities were half hearted, but enough to pick up on others."
"That doesn't make since. If he knew you were, then why didn't he give me and Lexa any hell about our powers?"
The honey colored woman glanced at her friend, before returning to her hair. "Because he didn't want to."
"Jordan, what happened in his office?"
"He confronted me about my abilities." She replied softly.
"And Brennen as well?"
The woman turned to lean on her side, pulling at a string in her comforter. "HE -was behind Movaro, hidden in the shadows. But I could see him." Shalimar saw her eyes go distant at that, and leaned down to face her.
"What did he make you do?" she whispered, speaking of the dead man.
"The same thing we'd all been doing that night." The feral's eyes blazed in disbelief. A flat image of her teammate having to take off her clothes in front of both the man who exploited her and the one that secretly wanted her, flushed into her brain. She quickly cut her gaze to shake it off. "It wasn't SO bad." Jordan continued. "But when he got up, and came towards me, I froze."
"I'm not surprised." Shalimar replied. "And that's when Brennen fried him."
"He opted for frying him, I think he more so wanted to strangle him. " The woman could still remember the elemental's eyes as he watched her. The only time she felt any fear was when Movaro came towards her.
"J., why not use your powers to stop him?"
"Because he only knew I was a new mutant -not you or Lex. I wasn't going to risk him throwing attention your way. But that's not the issue here."
Shalimar's brows rose in question. "Then what is?"
"You and your past with Brennen." The woman smirked.
"No," she grinned. "The issue is, that you don't know when a good thing is starring you in the face."
"Isn't that my line?"
"Jordan, me and Sparky tried and it didn't work. We are much better off as friends. Besides, he has a thing for you."
"Right, Shalimar." The woman replied. "You got defensive with me because-"
"I know how he feels about you," she interjected. "And I am protective of all of you, even Ms. PMS." She grinned referring to Lexa. "It's about time that you faced up to the truth. Brennen has feelings for you and you need to talk to him about it."
"Shalimar, I didn't know about IT until NOW." The woman smirked pressing her finger into the thick bed. "This is a little much for one day, don't you think?"
"Alright then," the blonde stood up, pulling at the cropped sweatshirt. "Just don't wait to long." Jordan was caught off guard as she hugged her. "And take care of yourself."
The screen had long been shut off, when Jesse finally was able to push towards his room. Stress crawled in the nerves along his back and shoulders as the man fell onto his bed. Thanks to the recent events, he was several gray hairs closer to the grave. His eyes burned to close against the pillow as feet absently kicked at his shoes. The knock on his door stopped him. "hmm,,,what?"
Brennen poked his head in, watching the blonde not move. "I'll come back."
"Nope. Dude, I plan on sleeping for days. Get it over with." The elemental stepped in, making sure to close the metal barrier before moving into a chair by the bed. Jesse leaned on his elbows, rubbing the dark circles under his eyes. "What's up?"
"I'm here to ask you." The dark man replied interlacing his fingers. "You were quiet on the drive back."
"So were you."
"Had reason to be."
The blonde rolled onto his side, smirking at the stubble under his chin. "So did I."
"I know." Brennen said absently before rubbing his own eyes. "I thought we'd get it out the way now, before we're too tired and things go back to normal."
The molecular's eyes popped open at that. "Brennen, the female members of our team, had to strip in a club where they damn near got man- handled. Shit's not going to be normal for a long time."
"I know, Jess."
The blonde fell back into his pillow. "Anyway, I'm off the alcohol for good."
"And why is that?"
"Because, I have to be sober to deal with Lexa."
Brennen rolled his eyes. "Dude, that's more reason to keep drinking."
"You wouldn't say that if you kissed her." The blonde smirked. "Oh, wait, you have."
"Don't start that. She kissed me and I didn't want it. She was just exerting authority. "
"No, you wanted to kiss Jordan."
Mulray looked at his teammate for the moment, obviously planning to change the subject. "How did you end up kissing Lex?"
"We got stuck in one of those 'private' rooms." Jesse emphasized the word with fingers. "The goons were outside listening in and probably watching."
"So she had to take it off." Brennen said flatly.
"You know, I'd thought you'd have a little more interest than that." Jesse smirked. He watched Brennen scratch his head at the running thoughts in his brain. "What."
The larger man leaned forward on his knees with heavy elbows. His chin sat in an upturned palm while fingers covered his lips. Jesse felt a sudden chill run down his spin. "Y'know." The elemental started. "Some things are easy to do. When given the right reasons."
"You're talking about Movaro." Jesse interrupted. "What happened in that office? Did you and he get into it?"
"Oh, no!" the man said sarcastically. "He never saw me - he was too focused on making Jordan take off her clothes." By the flash in his eyes, Jesse could tell Brennen was as well. "She knew I was there."
"And if you hadn't been?"
Brennen now looked at his 'brother', "She was too scared to move when he tried to grab her. I don't want to think about 'if I hadn't been there'."
Jesse sat up, a blonde frown lining the blue eyes. "What kind of Mutant was he?"
"I don't know. My guess is psionic. It was something where he could sense mutant abilities."
"Like Emma." The man drifted. His heart carried a partial guilt in thinking he'd betrayed her. But he knew all too well who was in his mind when he kissed Lexa. "Dude, get some rest. Then go talk to her."
"I will, but I just saw Shalimar go into her room. Why is she pushing so hard?"
"Because, she cares about you. And she knows what J. doesn't." Jesse yawned into his pillow. "And she was worried about 'everything' that could have happened to them."
Brennen was silent at that. "So, what are you gonna do about Lexa?"
Jesse opened one eye before rubbing his forehead in thought. "Sleep on it. I doubt anyone in this building is ready for an aftermath."
It was later that Brennen pushed on the unlocked door to Jordan's room. The woman lay still wrapped in her towel and knocked out on top of the covers. He watched her for the moment before pulling the bedspread over the chilly skin. A hand grasping his forearm stopped his departure.
"Stay." She whispered. He saw the streaks on her face and without question, lay down on the bed, letting the woman rest her head on his stomach. She curled into his side, warming against the heavy arm crossing her shoulder. A hand glided in interest along the silky ropes before pulling her back to sleep. Brennen lay wide-awake, feeling a leg wrap around his, nothing but his large sweatpants separating them. For him, sleep wouldn't come anytime soon.
And for Lexa Pierce, sleep wasn't wanted. At least not right then. She sat at the computer, in black sweats, blowing the heat off a fresh cup of coffee. The ponytail behind her head, cast the woman as so much younger than her twenty-six years. The screen blanked endlessly before her, bringing back the over dyed lights of club Amnesia. 'Right about now I wish I HAD amnesia.' She thought. Everything would be much happily removed from her mind if she could- everything but him.
What in the world compelled her to give into Jess, she'd never know. His demeanor was so casual, almost joking. But he did posses a quiet strength and passion that if not surpassing, at least rivaled Brennen's physical. The tall blonde had her so ready to fall for him in that little room. Then, on the club floor, when he was breaking necks to find her, she could have lost all sanity. She had never seen such rage in him, nor such passion. But the brunette knew better. Those whom knew how to hold it in, definitely could handle its unleashing. And for the millionth time that morning, she was wishing he'd unleash 'something' on her.
But that was a lost battle, because Jesse Kilmartin was still in love with a ghost. And this ghost lay with him every night he closed his eyes, only to leave him before he woke. But why do I just know that he kissed ME, she thought. The issue had to be one of betrayal to the man, who was just moments down the hall. Somehow, moving one meant that there was something out there other than Emma DeLauro. And that scared him sick.
Lexa sipped the dark liquid, after shuddering against a spare chill running through the room. She finally got up, pulling a quilt from the nearby couch. Somehow, this screen wasn't what she wanted to see. No, girl. She thought to herself. Give it time. The woman walked absently to the game room, her steps slowing as they passed by his door. The idea of Jesse sprawled out on the sheets made her slender lips curl in 'wonder'. But she pushed forward, knowing that the next time he woke, he'd need another shave. The thoughts danced in hr head as she moved on.
In that instant, blue eyes popped open, knowing the presence that was outside his room. Jesse turned back over in his sheets, nearly grinning at the thought. Now Lexa was haunting him, too.
