When I awoke, I was alone and cold. I opened my eyes without thinking, and twin daggers of light shot their way into my brain. Squeezing them shut, I felt around where my nightstand had been in my apartment. Finding no support, I lost my balance, and promptly fell off the bed. While sitting up, rubbing my head, wondering why the light was on, and squinting around for my sunglasses, the events of the previous two days popped into my head. I stumbled over to the little table in the corner where I assumed Toad would have put them, and chanced a glance. Yes! There they were, neatly put on top of a note. Putting them on and sighing in relief at getting my sight back, (strange how we never realize the wonder of sight until we have been practically blind) I unfolded the note and read it.
Dear Suzan,
My apologies for not being here when you awoke, Magneto sent a message that we might be getting a new member, so I had to prepare a room for him. Come meet me in the same room as yesterday when you are ready.
~Toad
I smiled gladly at not being forgotten, and went to take another shower. Afterwards, I put on a short skirt with fishnet tights under it, with a V-neck tank top saying 'Stop Looking At My Breasts' across, well, my breasts. I did my hair like this: a few small braids scattered along the top layer, and the rest of the top layer in curls. I tied it all back with a black ribbon, and put a black, blue, and silver clip on the top of the ribbon. I put on just a little makeup, and left for the room I went to yesterday. I considered locking the door, but figured I didn't have anything of much value anyway.
When I got to what I had started considering the living room, I saw Sabertooth eating a very rare steak, and no sign of my new boyfriend. I took a step inward, and Sabertooth said without looking up, "Sit down. He'll be here in a minute."
His voice sounded as ugly as he looked, but I sat down in a chair and watched the news, on the TV. It was talking about the attack on the White House, for the umpteenth time, and I found myself falling into a light stupor, my eyes glazing over with boredom. Suddenly, I felt hands grab my shoulders, and I screamed, jumping about five times my own height. I shot out of the chair like it was on fire, and turned to face Toad, who was laughing his ass off. I tried very hard to look angry, and failed miserably.
"That was mean! You should be grateful I know you, or you'd be on your back with a knife in your heart right now!"
He stopped laughing, but was still smiling as he said, "Oh, I'm very glad I know you… I didn't know you were good with knives."
I smiled maliciously, and, as quickly as I could, I was behind him with a knife at his throat. "See?" I whispered, before letting him go. "I am good with knives."
His mouth fell open as he gaped at me, and then suddenly I found myself a few feet in the air with his tongue around my waist. He put me gently down, then smirked and said, "Good. But you're not as fast as me."
"You're not considering the fact that I'm out of practice," was my response. "I could take you any day once I started training again."
He raised his eyebrows skeptically, and said, "You'll have to prove that someday. Anyways, did Magneto leave you anything to do? He's going to get back today if he can."
My eyes widened. "Oh shit! I was supposed to learn my way around this place! Um, do you have a map I could copy?"
He nodded, and, taking my hand much more confidently than the night before, led me up a floor and unlocked a door two down and on the other side from mine. I followed him in when he opened it, and saw a room exactly the same as mine, except that the door and bathroom were switched. He reluctantly released my hand, and went over to the bookshelf and picked up a box. I looked around the room again, and saw one other notable difference: he had a dresser!
"I want a dresser…" I muttered, but watched as he opened the box and looked in it, under a few papers, and pulled one out. He closed the box and put it back on the shelf. As he walked back to me and handed the folded paper to me, I said hopefully, "Can I have a dresser? I have too many clothes to just search every morning."
He nodded, saying, "Later. Need some paper to copy onto?"
I nodded, and he went over to the table and pressed on a side. The side opened, and I thought, how many more surprises can one building hold? A drawer opened, containing paper, pencils, and pens. He took out some paper, and asked me, "Do you need a pen?"
I shook my head, and he brought the paper to me. I took it, and, sitting on the couch and ignoring the fact that he was sitting next to me, I concentrated on the map. Once I had the picture of it burned into my brain, I used my mutation to reach into the material of the paper, find the darker spots in it, and pushed them together to make that same picture. It took a while, and tired me a little, but it was a relatively easy thing to do, so I shook my head and looked to see Toad's reaction. He was looking at it, amazed, and then he looked up at me. I could tell he wanted to kiss me again and couldn't work up the nerve, but I didn't want to make any more first moves. I looked at him, and waited for almost half a minute, which probably felt like half of an eternity to him, until he leaned forward and kissed me. I closed my eyes and leaned against him, and suddenly I felt a horrible pain in my head. I could tell he did too, because he stopped abruptly and fell back against the arm of the couch.
I fell onto him, eyes closed in agony, and it was my turn to have a little less than a minute feel like eternity. Suddenly the pain stopped, leaving me feeling sick, and I just lay on him, glad for his support.
