I Hate Mondays
Chapter 7: Jealous
By
The Uncanny R-Man
And
Anything but ordinary3
Disclaimer- We don't own anything, all familiar characters belong to Marvel.
Shout Outs-
Showstopper- Good work on guessing the love triangle. Kinda predictable seeing who I tend to pair Hank up with.
Agent-G- Don't feel left out, I don't know much about Synthia either, which is pretty dumb when I'm writing a fic with her in. Emma does have a habit of getting into triangles, doesn't she? First it was with Scott and Jean, now it's with Hank and Tigra.
Xavier's-
Emma Frost was annoyed. Not all that different from the Frosty that we all know and love, I grant you but this time it was different. Far from the fact that Jean was acting like she owned the Institute again, it was the fact that almost every person in the place, teacher and student alike, was talking about the fact that there was a celebrity in the building. They're weren't referring to the time Logan got caught naked in downtown Brooklyn, as funny as that was, they were talking about Tigra.
Emma had just arrived back from the med bay after checking up on the weretiger and was starting to get a headache from all the psionic chatter that was going on. You would think that nobody had ever seen a tiger in a black bikini before. Emma rubbed the bridge of her nose and decided to pop into the kitchen for a drink.
Emma was hoping for a quiet drink on her own but alas, it was not to last, Logan was already in there hogging the Jack Daniels.
'Aren't you drooling over the new arrival?' Emma asked as she grabbed herself a glass from the cupboard.
'It's nothin' I ain't seen before.' Logan replied. 'Once yer seen one scantily clad weretiger, yer seen them all.'
Emma nodded in agreement as she passed Logan her glass to be filled up. Logan took the hint and poured her some JD.
'I thought the White Queen was above getting' jealous.'
'Just pour the bloody bourbon, okay?' Emma groaned.
'Okay, I ain't yer momma.' Logan shrugged.
Emma downed the bourbon and wiped her mouth.
'Well, I can't stay here getting drunk all day, there's redheaded telepaths that need their authority undermined.'
Logan nodded his goodbye as Emma walked out of the door.
Later-
Not finding Jean anywhere, Emma decided to take stroll through the rose garden, that always seemed to help her clear her head. Emma plucked a rose form one of the bushes and sat down on the stone bench in the middle of the maze. She had become a cauldron of emotions lately, hatred for a certain redhead being one of the strongest, along with an emotion that she hadn't felt in a long time, something that made her insides feel all tangled together. It was most probably indigestion, she knew that she shouldn't have ate that day-old slice of pizza that she found in the fridge earlier. If Bobby were there, he would most probably crack a joke about PMS. Emma shook her head in exasperation; it was a miracle that Robert Drake had survived so long. She certainly wouldn't have brooked such actions back when she was White Queen.
Emma's brooding was interrupted as she senses several figures approaching. Oh, how she hoped it wasn't Beak and Angel, she so wasn't in the mood for getting crap from the overgrown KFC Bargain Bucket and his bitch. Fortunately, it was the Stepford Cuckoos.
Emma sighed in relief as she saw the five identical telepaths walk through the entrance.
'We could sense your anguish from inside, Miss Frost.' They all chimed at once. 'Is there anything that you want to talk about?'
'Not really girls.' Emma replied. 'Just the daily grind of working under the thumb of a tyrannical redhead.'
'Oh, Mrs Summers.' The girls nodded. 'We don't like her either, she's false and she smells of onions.'
A small smile spread on Emma's face, the girls had been raised well. They would soon be on par with Emma in respect to their hatred of Jean.
'It's a man, isn't it?' The girls asked. 'The only way you get like that is when there is a man that you like. Oh God, it isn't Mister Summers, is it?'
'God no!' Emma winced. 'Give me some credit girls. I do have some taste!'
'Well who is it then?' The girls asked again. 'Is it Mister Drake? We never thought that he was the type of man that you would go for.'
'Once again, no.' Emma replied. 'Can you really see me going for someone like Robert Drake? The day that I end up with a man like him is the day that Scott Summers grows a spine.'
'Is it Mister Worthington?' The girls asked once more. 'He is more your type, he has lots of money and a cute butt!'
'I must agree with you on the last count.' Emma replied. 'But Warren isn't the one.'
'So there is a man in your thoughts!' The Cuckoos said, identical smiles spreading on their faces. 'We shall soon find out who it is, Miss Frost. We promise you that.'
Emma just shook her head good-naturedly and got up to leave.
'Well I can't stay here gossiping about the menfolk, I'm going into the study to think, alone!'
The study-
Emma was enjoying the solace of the study when she sensed Hank walk in the room.
'Henry.' She greeted with a nod of her head.
A small smile spread on Hank's face at the sight of Emma. 'Greetings Emma. I don't suppose you know the whereabouts of Robert?'
Why was it that nobody was ever looking for her? Emma looked up form her magazine so she could see the fuzzy blue scientist.
'He's down in the med bay gossiping with Tigra.'
'Many thanks, Miss Frost.' Hank said a she bowed out of the room. This now left Emma alone again. Damn, it was a lonely life being the token hottie in the Institute. That had all changed since Tigra's arrival however. Emma had never thought that she would meet somebody more scantily clad than her but the former Avenger had discarded that theory straight away. Perhaps the time had come for Emma to out Tigra in her place; there was only room for one scantily clad female in this Institute!
Emma got up form her chair and marched purposefully to the med bay. Upon reaching her destination she heard voices talking. It was Hank and Tigra talking about the benefits of an all-Twinkie diet. No matter what Emma's reputation was, she couldn't just waltz in and demand to talk to Tigra, Emma did have some decency.
Emma walked into the med bay and waited patiently for Hank and Tigra to finish talking.
'I trust you're not planning on holding an all-nighter, Henry.' She said as a means to break the silence.
'Ah, Miss Frost.' Hank said awkwardly. 'Tigra and I were just... talking about the politics and the hierarchy of the modern police force.'
Emma could swear that she sensed something else going on between the two. It wasn't her place to pry into hank's private life; he had enough on his plate with the sudden revelation that he had a daughter. So she just made up an excuse to get him out of the room.
'Henry, Scott was looking for you, he wanted you to help him with something in the Danger Room.'
'Well, I guess that is my signal to leave.' Hank said as he turned to Tigra. Your wound shave healed nicely so you should be up and about by tomorrow.'
'Glad to hear it, Hank.' Tigra replied. 'I'm starting to get butt sores.'
Once Hank had left the room, Emma turned to the weretiger and fixed her with a stare.
'We need to talk...'
TBC...
