Lesser Of Two Evils
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: OOO, guess what?! I. Do. Not. Own. X-Men!!!!!
A/N: Wow, people actually reviewed this!!! I shall keep going with the story, although updates might come a little farther apart, as I do, unfortunately, have to deal with real life, which, even more unfortunately, includes school. Hope you like the chapter, even though it's short!!!
Shout Outs
Guin: Yep, I've always wanted to write Storm a little darker. And as for the Lebeau thing.I honestly don't know how I messed that up! I even take French!!! I re-uploaded the last chapter, with that fixed.
Sydney Miller: Thanks! Braillelites are nice to have, as you can play games when in classes, and the teacher doesn't notice. Lol
Mackenzie A: Thank you! I'll try to post more ASAP!
Aceswild: Wow, another Ro/Rem fan!!! Yay! Hehe, yeah, Logan and Sabertooth should be interesting. As for The Goddess and the Devil thing, I just sort of thought of that, and then I'm just like, 'And why, hasn't anyone done that before?' Glad you like it!!!
Crystal113: Thanks for the praise, and as for your questions, you'll just have to keep reading.
If there's anyone I missed, I'm really sorry, and thanks!!!!
Emma Frost was not a woman to show weakness. She felt no pity for those not intelligent enough to keep themselves alive. Her heart went out only to those deserving of her compassion, and even then, only if her circumstances were right. It was, therefore, not surprising that she felt nothing but disgust with the little man huddled in the leather chair across the desk from her in her spacious office at Frost International's headquarters.
"Please, Miss Frost." the man pleaded, ringing his hands desperately, "Six hundred dollars is all I ask.hardly a concern for someone with so much wealth as yourself."
With a sigh, she rose from her chair and moved to the side of the desk at which her uninvited guest huddled in his torn and dirty coat, looking up at her with moist eyes. "As I remember, Toad, we have just been over this. I will not give you the money. The only thing I can offer is either protection at our safe house, or passage out of the country. And I am beginning to dismiss those options as well."
Toad shrunk back farther into his chair, licking his lips with the tip of his long tongue. "But Emma! Surely we can at least talk.I really gotta get this money.please.if I don't, I could be a dead man by next week!" his voice had risen an octave, and was now wavering and pitiful, and to the White Queen, nothing short of annoying.
"Somehow, the thought of you being dead does not invoke altogether remorseful feelings in my heart," She said coolly. "And even if I were, hypothetically, to give you the money, what, then, would you proceed to do with it? Buy some new clothing, perhaps? Or maybe shelter? No," she mock thought, "The simple things such as clothing or food would not bring you shaking and quivering like the spineless creature that you are, to my office in the middle of the night, asking for money. Now, if I were to make a wild guess at your situation, I'd say you got wrapped up with the wrong crowd, pissed one of them off, and now you need six hundred dollars to clear your name." She lifted her fur coat from its place hanging behind the door, turning her back on Toad to put it on.
From behind her, she heard a sniffle that sounded suspiciously like a sob. Was the man actually crying?! She turned on him, a cold hardness in her eyes. "Out." She ordered, "Now." He looked up at her, on the brink of tears. She didn't let him speak. "If you don't vacate this office within the next ten seconds, you won't have the mind to worry about what someone might do to your body." That shut him up fast. It also succeeded in removing him from her sight.
Glancing at the clock on her desk, she estimated that, if they had been successful in their mission, Storm and Gambit should have returned to Resistance HQ by now. As if to confirm her guess, there was a polite knocking on her door. "Come in, Archangel." She called. The wooden door swung open, and Warren Worthington III entered the office, blond hair tousled from the wind of the outdoors.
"Hi, Emma." He greeted her, "I have good news."
"Storm and Gambit got the papers." Emma finished for him, a smile tugging at her lips. Warren nodded, not trying to hide his grin of happiness.
"Yeah, they came away without a scratch." The winged man nodded.
"Excellent," said Emma, "Monet and Jubilee can leave the country as soon as we can book the flights, then."
Warren nodded. "I'll be sad to see them go." He admitted, "Jubilee was really starting to fit in as one of the group."
"It's for their own good, you know that." She chided gently. The truth was that she would probably be one of, if not the most sad to see the two young women go. She had taken them under her wing, teaching them all they needed to know about life, (even learning a few pointers from Jubilee along the way). Her relationship with them was not unlike that of a mother and her daughters.
"You have told them, right?" asked Warren.
Emma didn't respond, suddenly finding her well-manicured fingernails fascinating. She could almost feel Warren's disapproving look upon her, and it was not a nice feeling. Finally, she lifted her eyes to lock with his; blue meeting blue. "I'll tell them tonight." She promised.
"You should have told them a while ago." He said gently, "They might have adjusted to the idea by now, if you had."
"I know that." Emma snapped, becoming defensive.
Warren backed down. "It's almost 02:00. You intending to stay here all night?"
"No." she sighed, "I'm assuming you flew here?"
Warren nodded. "It's not that far to HQ, I can fly you back with me."
She shook her head, "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you." The truth was, flying always made her a little nervous. She wanted the tested and proven machinery of an aircraft supporting her, not a simple man, with all the same weaknesses of a normal man. "Just because you have wings, that does not make you God." She had once heard Cecelia say to Warren, and she tended to agree. Of course, Warren, being the oblivious male, and always wishing to be gallant to win a lady's favor, smiled, told her it would be no inconvenience at all, and scooped her up into his arms and flew from the office window.
A/N: Well? I like reviews! Oh, and although this story does not focus on romance, (hence the categorization), I would like to know of any pairings you, as the readers, would like to see. This is not an absolute guarantee that this pairing will appear in the story, but I do like to get the readers input on my stories. Any ideas for this story at all are greatly longed for! If not in the review box, contact me
Thanks for reading!!!
*Thought*
Disclaimer: OOO, guess what?! I. Do. Not. Own. X-Men!!!!!
A/N: Wow, people actually reviewed this!!! I shall keep going with the story, although updates might come a little farther apart, as I do, unfortunately, have to deal with real life, which, even more unfortunately, includes school. Hope you like the chapter, even though it's short!!!
Shout Outs
Guin: Yep, I've always wanted to write Storm a little darker. And as for the Lebeau thing.I honestly don't know how I messed that up! I even take French!!! I re-uploaded the last chapter, with that fixed.
Sydney Miller: Thanks! Braillelites are nice to have, as you can play games when in classes, and the teacher doesn't notice. Lol
Mackenzie A: Thank you! I'll try to post more ASAP!
Aceswild: Wow, another Ro/Rem fan!!! Yay! Hehe, yeah, Logan and Sabertooth should be interesting. As for The Goddess and the Devil thing, I just sort of thought of that, and then I'm just like, 'And why, hasn't anyone done that before?' Glad you like it!!!
Crystal113: Thanks for the praise, and as for your questions, you'll just have to keep reading.
If there's anyone I missed, I'm really sorry, and thanks!!!!
Emma Frost was not a woman to show weakness. She felt no pity for those not intelligent enough to keep themselves alive. Her heart went out only to those deserving of her compassion, and even then, only if her circumstances were right. It was, therefore, not surprising that she felt nothing but disgust with the little man huddled in the leather chair across the desk from her in her spacious office at Frost International's headquarters.
"Please, Miss Frost." the man pleaded, ringing his hands desperately, "Six hundred dollars is all I ask.hardly a concern for someone with so much wealth as yourself."
With a sigh, she rose from her chair and moved to the side of the desk at which her uninvited guest huddled in his torn and dirty coat, looking up at her with moist eyes. "As I remember, Toad, we have just been over this. I will not give you the money. The only thing I can offer is either protection at our safe house, or passage out of the country. And I am beginning to dismiss those options as well."
Toad shrunk back farther into his chair, licking his lips with the tip of his long tongue. "But Emma! Surely we can at least talk.I really gotta get this money.please.if I don't, I could be a dead man by next week!" his voice had risen an octave, and was now wavering and pitiful, and to the White Queen, nothing short of annoying.
"Somehow, the thought of you being dead does not invoke altogether remorseful feelings in my heart," She said coolly. "And even if I were, hypothetically, to give you the money, what, then, would you proceed to do with it? Buy some new clothing, perhaps? Or maybe shelter? No," she mock thought, "The simple things such as clothing or food would not bring you shaking and quivering like the spineless creature that you are, to my office in the middle of the night, asking for money. Now, if I were to make a wild guess at your situation, I'd say you got wrapped up with the wrong crowd, pissed one of them off, and now you need six hundred dollars to clear your name." She lifted her fur coat from its place hanging behind the door, turning her back on Toad to put it on.
From behind her, she heard a sniffle that sounded suspiciously like a sob. Was the man actually crying?! She turned on him, a cold hardness in her eyes. "Out." She ordered, "Now." He looked up at her, on the brink of tears. She didn't let him speak. "If you don't vacate this office within the next ten seconds, you won't have the mind to worry about what someone might do to your body." That shut him up fast. It also succeeded in removing him from her sight.
Glancing at the clock on her desk, she estimated that, if they had been successful in their mission, Storm and Gambit should have returned to Resistance HQ by now. As if to confirm her guess, there was a polite knocking on her door. "Come in, Archangel." She called. The wooden door swung open, and Warren Worthington III entered the office, blond hair tousled from the wind of the outdoors.
"Hi, Emma." He greeted her, "I have good news."
"Storm and Gambit got the papers." Emma finished for him, a smile tugging at her lips. Warren nodded, not trying to hide his grin of happiness.
"Yeah, they came away without a scratch." The winged man nodded.
"Excellent," said Emma, "Monet and Jubilee can leave the country as soon as we can book the flights, then."
Warren nodded. "I'll be sad to see them go." He admitted, "Jubilee was really starting to fit in as one of the group."
"It's for their own good, you know that." She chided gently. The truth was that she would probably be one of, if not the most sad to see the two young women go. She had taken them under her wing, teaching them all they needed to know about life, (even learning a few pointers from Jubilee along the way). Her relationship with them was not unlike that of a mother and her daughters.
"You have told them, right?" asked Warren.
Emma didn't respond, suddenly finding her well-manicured fingernails fascinating. She could almost feel Warren's disapproving look upon her, and it was not a nice feeling. Finally, she lifted her eyes to lock with his; blue meeting blue. "I'll tell them tonight." She promised.
"You should have told them a while ago." He said gently, "They might have adjusted to the idea by now, if you had."
"I know that." Emma snapped, becoming defensive.
Warren backed down. "It's almost 02:00. You intending to stay here all night?"
"No." she sighed, "I'm assuming you flew here?"
Warren nodded. "It's not that far to HQ, I can fly you back with me."
She shook her head, "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you." The truth was, flying always made her a little nervous. She wanted the tested and proven machinery of an aircraft supporting her, not a simple man, with all the same weaknesses of a normal man. "Just because you have wings, that does not make you God." She had once heard Cecelia say to Warren, and she tended to agree. Of course, Warren, being the oblivious male, and always wishing to be gallant to win a lady's favor, smiled, told her it would be no inconvenience at all, and scooped her up into his arms and flew from the office window.
A/N: Well? I like reviews! Oh, and although this story does not focus on romance, (hence the categorization), I would like to know of any pairings you, as the readers, would like to see. This is not an absolute guarantee that this pairing will appear in the story, but I do like to get the readers input on my stories. Any ideas for this story at all are greatly longed for! If not in the review box, contact me
Thanks for reading!!!
*Thought*