A/N: Okay, next chapter. My computers a little messed up so I can't make long chapter, only 4 or 5 pages max on Word. So just bare with me as it goes. I got a while to go before it picks up any kind of pace.
Disclaimer: I only own Tristian and the Trimutant theory.
Pairing: Still B/R, a little hinted L/Je
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Chapter 8 – Feelings and Tension
Tristian followed the red head down the massive empty hallway, looking around at the polished wooden floor and walls. The place looked to elegant to be a school. The well furnished furniture was well kept and no mess was in sight. Normally students would cause a muddle. But this place was clean, he'd be lucky to find a piece of dust.
She pressed something on the wall to his left and the wall slid open, revealing an elevator that was pure white. She stepped inside and he took a cautious step in, looking around the white room.
"It's okay, Tristian," she reassured him, gesturing him inside with her hand. "Nothing's going to hurt you."
He took one last look around stepped inside, feeling antsy still. He stood near Jean as the elevator went up.
"Sorry, last time I was in this thing I was dragged in by visor boy then thrown in a room for half the day," he told her.
She put a hand on his shoulder. "I can't apologize enough for what Scott did. It was wrong…he's been a little…aggressive lately."
He could see it in her eyes, her untold truth. There was more to Jean than he was seeing and her green eyes gave it away. He could see hurt mixed with confusion and bewilderment when she talked about Scott. There was another story there.
"It's okay," he said, able to see she didn't want to discuss it just yet. He could understand. There were things about him he just didn't want to talk about, not yet anyways. He didn't really know Jean Grey but he liked her.
He liked her from the moment she walked into that stuffy little room. She brought a radiance with her, a warm feeling that seemed to wash away any bit of cold he felt. Her smile alone could light an empty stadium and the sparkle in her eyes would put the brightest stars to shame. How she could have such a hurt, dark look in her eyes that mirrored his own, he didn't know. But someday he might.
The door opened and she stepped off, he followed behind her. "It's not okay what he did," she shook her head, turning the corner and walking down another hall. "He should know better."
"Gee, the way you're talkin' I take it you're discussing Scott," Logan said, coming out of his room just as they turned the corner.
Tristian looked at the burly man. He scanned him, trying to get a feeling off him as he had with all the others. With Rogue he could feel her sweet, attentive side. Bobby was the honor and leadership stroke that caught him as nice enough and John, well besides for his brash attitude and quick temper, he seemed like a trustworthy kid who's been through enough in his past, reminded him of himself.
The man in front of him was similar. He was stubborn, that was for sure, and cautious as he should be. But he was missing something, Tristian couldn't be sure, but it felt like part of him was missing. He shook the feeling away and focused on picking up a vibe. So many things swept around him, different strands of feelings that were all balled up in an enigmatic way. He was volatile in personality and especially temper, a ticking bomb, easy to explode. Nothing seemed threatening about the guy. He could be liked.
Jean smiled at Logan, "Speaking of not okay."
Tristian looked at Jean and saw something different in her eyes from the way she looked at the other man. Completely different from the way it was with Scott. It wasn't so dark, but bright. The hurt wasn't there either. But other things were. Like want, and guilt and confusion, still. She tensed up a bit, as if guarding herself reluctantly.
Logan's head stayed still but his eyes moved, "I'm not sure I know you," he looked back at Jean. "But I think I now know what you were in such a hurry about, red."
She sighed, turning to Tristian. "This is a…friend of mine. He's an X-Men. I think you'd get along with him as well."
Logan held out a calloused hand. Tristian shook it, feeling the rough skin and strong grip, unusually strong. "Names Logan."
"Tristian, nice to meet you."
"Same here, so you're the new mutant."
"Yeah," he nodded his head, rubbing at his temples. He was starting to get a headache. Too much in one day, he was going on overload and overload wasn't good, especially in his case. When he overloaded in a day and his head ached, well it wasn't worse than what happened when he was pissed off. All he wanted was to sleep for about six hours at the least, sleep off all the tension that was building. He cracked his knuckles trying to get rid of the cramped feeling in them before he let loose with his power in front of people he actually liked.
"I'm going to show Tristian to his room," Jean pointed down the hall, about four doors down as if sensing the rise in him.
"I'll wait for you, we need to talk anyways," Logan told her. He gave a nod at Tristian. "See you 'round."
"Yeah, see ya," he followed Jean and she took a key from her pocket, unlocking the door. She handed him the key and opened the door, letting him in.
The room was big, bigger than anything he ever stated in and definitely better than what he had been in downstairs. The carpet was a deep royal blue, an oriental carpet lay at the end of king sized bed covering the floor. The bed was in the center of the room, headboard against the wall. Deep blue comforters that matched the floor lay across the made bed and a field of puffy white pillows lay against the headboard and seemed o beckon him to sleep. His body felt heavier as he stood there and the events of the day and night seemed to hit him at once.
"Is there anything else you need?" Jean asked as he put the key on the nightstand near the bed and laid down, unable to take it anymore.
"No I think I'm good," he mumbled, closing his eyes as he moved into a comfortable position on his side.
"Alright," Jean nodded, pointing around the room. "Well the bathroom's over there. The T.V. gets satellite so you have a variety to choose from. Your window faces the backyard which is the best view you can get and-"
Her words died as she looked back at Tristian. He was sound asleep, his breathing even and deep. She smiled. He was exhausted and she felt pity for him, he'd been through too much in less than a day and she doubted he had any sleep in the last 24 hours.
She untied his shoes, removing them gently. She got them off and he turned over in his sleep with a sigh. Jean glanced over at the extra blanket that sat in the chair across the room. Without so much as a hint of concentration from her, it floated across the room, she grabbed it as it approached her and splayed it open pulling it across Tristian, tucking it around his shoulders.
He looked eerily handsome when he slept. Something not many men could pull off, but this trimutant could. She ran her fingers through his dark hair and turned, leaving the room, preparing for her talk with Logan.
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R&R PLEASE!!!! Give me any ideas or comments. Anything, I appreciate all of it.
Disclaimer: I only own Tristian and the Trimutant theory.
Pairing: Still B/R, a little hinted L/Je
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Chapter 8 – Feelings and Tension
Tristian followed the red head down the massive empty hallway, looking around at the polished wooden floor and walls. The place looked to elegant to be a school. The well furnished furniture was well kept and no mess was in sight. Normally students would cause a muddle. But this place was clean, he'd be lucky to find a piece of dust.
She pressed something on the wall to his left and the wall slid open, revealing an elevator that was pure white. She stepped inside and he took a cautious step in, looking around the white room.
"It's okay, Tristian," she reassured him, gesturing him inside with her hand. "Nothing's going to hurt you."
He took one last look around stepped inside, feeling antsy still. He stood near Jean as the elevator went up.
"Sorry, last time I was in this thing I was dragged in by visor boy then thrown in a room for half the day," he told her.
She put a hand on his shoulder. "I can't apologize enough for what Scott did. It was wrong…he's been a little…aggressive lately."
He could see it in her eyes, her untold truth. There was more to Jean than he was seeing and her green eyes gave it away. He could see hurt mixed with confusion and bewilderment when she talked about Scott. There was another story there.
"It's okay," he said, able to see she didn't want to discuss it just yet. He could understand. There were things about him he just didn't want to talk about, not yet anyways. He didn't really know Jean Grey but he liked her.
He liked her from the moment she walked into that stuffy little room. She brought a radiance with her, a warm feeling that seemed to wash away any bit of cold he felt. Her smile alone could light an empty stadium and the sparkle in her eyes would put the brightest stars to shame. How she could have such a hurt, dark look in her eyes that mirrored his own, he didn't know. But someday he might.
The door opened and she stepped off, he followed behind her. "It's not okay what he did," she shook her head, turning the corner and walking down another hall. "He should know better."
"Gee, the way you're talkin' I take it you're discussing Scott," Logan said, coming out of his room just as they turned the corner.
Tristian looked at the burly man. He scanned him, trying to get a feeling off him as he had with all the others. With Rogue he could feel her sweet, attentive side. Bobby was the honor and leadership stroke that caught him as nice enough and John, well besides for his brash attitude and quick temper, he seemed like a trustworthy kid who's been through enough in his past, reminded him of himself.
The man in front of him was similar. He was stubborn, that was for sure, and cautious as he should be. But he was missing something, Tristian couldn't be sure, but it felt like part of him was missing. He shook the feeling away and focused on picking up a vibe. So many things swept around him, different strands of feelings that were all balled up in an enigmatic way. He was volatile in personality and especially temper, a ticking bomb, easy to explode. Nothing seemed threatening about the guy. He could be liked.
Jean smiled at Logan, "Speaking of not okay."
Tristian looked at Jean and saw something different in her eyes from the way she looked at the other man. Completely different from the way it was with Scott. It wasn't so dark, but bright. The hurt wasn't there either. But other things were. Like want, and guilt and confusion, still. She tensed up a bit, as if guarding herself reluctantly.
Logan's head stayed still but his eyes moved, "I'm not sure I know you," he looked back at Jean. "But I think I now know what you were in such a hurry about, red."
She sighed, turning to Tristian. "This is a…friend of mine. He's an X-Men. I think you'd get along with him as well."
Logan held out a calloused hand. Tristian shook it, feeling the rough skin and strong grip, unusually strong. "Names Logan."
"Tristian, nice to meet you."
"Same here, so you're the new mutant."
"Yeah," he nodded his head, rubbing at his temples. He was starting to get a headache. Too much in one day, he was going on overload and overload wasn't good, especially in his case. When he overloaded in a day and his head ached, well it wasn't worse than what happened when he was pissed off. All he wanted was to sleep for about six hours at the least, sleep off all the tension that was building. He cracked his knuckles trying to get rid of the cramped feeling in them before he let loose with his power in front of people he actually liked.
"I'm going to show Tristian to his room," Jean pointed down the hall, about four doors down as if sensing the rise in him.
"I'll wait for you, we need to talk anyways," Logan told her. He gave a nod at Tristian. "See you 'round."
"Yeah, see ya," he followed Jean and she took a key from her pocket, unlocking the door. She handed him the key and opened the door, letting him in.
The room was big, bigger than anything he ever stated in and definitely better than what he had been in downstairs. The carpet was a deep royal blue, an oriental carpet lay at the end of king sized bed covering the floor. The bed was in the center of the room, headboard against the wall. Deep blue comforters that matched the floor lay across the made bed and a field of puffy white pillows lay against the headboard and seemed o beckon him to sleep. His body felt heavier as he stood there and the events of the day and night seemed to hit him at once.
"Is there anything else you need?" Jean asked as he put the key on the nightstand near the bed and laid down, unable to take it anymore.
"No I think I'm good," he mumbled, closing his eyes as he moved into a comfortable position on his side.
"Alright," Jean nodded, pointing around the room. "Well the bathroom's over there. The T.V. gets satellite so you have a variety to choose from. Your window faces the backyard which is the best view you can get and-"
Her words died as she looked back at Tristian. He was sound asleep, his breathing even and deep. She smiled. He was exhausted and she felt pity for him, he'd been through too much in less than a day and she doubted he had any sleep in the last 24 hours.
She untied his shoes, removing them gently. She got them off and he turned over in his sleep with a sigh. Jean glanced over at the extra blanket that sat in the chair across the room. Without so much as a hint of concentration from her, it floated across the room, she grabbed it as it approached her and splayed it open pulling it across Tristian, tucking it around his shoulders.
He looked eerily handsome when he slept. Something not many men could pull off, but this trimutant could. She ran her fingers through his dark hair and turned, leaving the room, preparing for her talk with Logan.
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R&R PLEASE!!!! Give me any ideas or comments. Anything, I appreciate all of it.