It Sounded Much Cooler in My Head

Summary Elizabeth Brooks' favorite color is green,he is green,surly they're meant to be.Too bad he's an insecure,unstable madman of a mutant who wants to end humanity and she's a human with an attitude problem.

Warnings: This story is going to contain coarse language, gore, violence, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, and maybe sexually explicit content some day.

Memo: The new character is complements of FoxFire222!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of X-Men, just my originals and this story.

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Chapter Seven: Double The Eric's, Double The Fun

Magneto dismissed her, and she scurried a short ways ahead of Toad back to the relative safety of her room. Noticing that her guard was lagging behind a bit, she turned back to him with a light air of concern, he didn't notice she'd stopped and bumped into her. His anger flared like a suddenly ignited match and he shoved her hard into the wall. "Get goin' and get out of my way."

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, rubbing her now injured arm. It was just a scrape, but it was a reasonably large one, "I was just… never mind." She felt a small knot of anger in her stomach, shoving her had been entirely unnecessary.

"You what?" he demanded, glaring at her with a mask of intense loathing..

"I was wondering what was wrong… you looked worried," she ventured slowly, being sure to remain as submissive as possible as not to trigger another flare of anger.

"Wot do you care?"

She frowned, what did she care?. Magneto was probably just pissed that he'd been disobeyed, so what if Sabertooth and Toad got punished? What concern of it was hers? But then she had to admit she had something of a liking for him, given the alternative. He did treat her… sort of kindly. No… she was romanticizing him, and she was stupid to do so.

He assumed her silence was her answer and sneered, "S'what I thought, now go."

Under his glare, she walked the remaining few feet to her room, and closed the door behind herself. Toad locked her in, and left in a huff. It was hardly an hour before she heard a strange sort or whirring noise from the hall. Curious, she went to the ever-trusty hole in the wall that was yet to be patched and looked out in time to see a streak of green and black whiz by.

"What in the seven realms of hell?" It sure as hell wasn't Toad, despite the green, far to bright, plus, the visible skin looked sort of tan. A normal skin tone anyway.

The streak whizzed back past again, but quickly put on the breaks. She couldn't very well fit her head through the hole to get a decent look, and the wall was thick so her line of sight was thoroughly inhibited. "H-Hello?" she called meekly, unsure, but curious nonetheless.

"Hello!" The voice was male and young, and….cheerful?

"Um…" she hoped she wouldn't regret the request she was about to make, "Could you… come over where I can see you?"

She could practically hear the grin in his voice when he spoke, the very thought brightened her mood, "Better yet, why don't you come out, I can give you a tour of the place."

"Door's locked," she stated dryly.

"Oh, here." He came past the hole much slower this time, and Elizabeth discovered that the source of the noise was his pair of black-and-green rollerblades. The only other thing she could see were he's dark green cargo's which had particularly large cargo side pockets. She heard a click and turned to the door.

This guy was not hard on the eyes at all! His short, spiked hair was a more lively neon green version of her own grown-out streaks with the added contrast of streaks of black, and his eyes were an even more piercing version of the color with four black lines emanating from his pupil. His sleeveless black shirt showed off a bit of how toned he was, and his fingerless gloves with gleaming silver hand guards gave his look some serious attitude.

Was she drooling? Oh my gawd, she had to be drooling. He was gorgeous! Couldn't have been much older than herself either.

He smiled, "Your Elizabeth, right?"

She nodded faintly, so focused on not melting into a luv-struck puddle that she wasn't doing anything to fight down her blush.

"Well my name's Eric Sanders," he said, "Most people call me Bookworm around here though."

'Get ahold of yourself, Elizabeth. That's bad, no naughty thoughts! He is one of the enemy! Get. A hold. Of. Yourself. You. TWIT!' Mentally, she was trying to kick sense into her own ass. It sorta worked. "Heehee, hi."

Like I said… sorta.

'Eric' rolled his eyes, "Did you want that tour or not?"

She nodded slowly.

He pulled off his rollerblades, revealing black, green-laced converse underneath.

Toad, Elizabeth, Eric… green and black was such a popular color scheme. Although…she hadn't seen Toad actually wear green, he just kinda was green.

"What…What should I call you?" she inquired somewhat shyly.

He shrugged, "Eric's good, but Bookworm is okay too. Whatever you want."

Elizabeth thought it over for a moment. If she called him Bookworm it would be like she was lumping him in with Sabertooth, and Mystique and the others, and he already seemed so…unlike them…

"Eric sounds best to me."

"Works for me," he said starting out the door, "You coming?"

She hesitated, "Do you think this is a good idea? Won't the other's get mad?" 'Primarily Sabertooth?'

"Oh, did I forget to mention that Eric put me in charge of you?"

Erm…Eric? He put himself in charge. Well that explained why he was here, he was nutso just like the rest. "Eric?"

"Yeah? Oh…no, no…Eric as in…Magneto," he explained, "You know, bucket head?"

Bucket head? Hmm…why hadn't she thought of that? "Oh…Well what's-" she cut herself short, she was about to ask what Toad's original name was, something she'd been pondering, but figured it was best she didn't know unless that's what he wanted. She didn't want to get Eric unnecessarily into trouble.

"Well what?"

"It's nothing…" She was thinking about that green menace too much. Here she was with someone who looked like he'd just stepped out of one of her fantasies and she was thinking about Toad. Short, ugly, cruel, insane, Toad. That was worrisome.

"Something wrong?"

"No, no… just lost in thought. How about that tour?"

"Oh, okay…" he said, thankfully brushing it off with a slight grin. Honestly, boys were oblivious.

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This character came from my most loyal reviewer, foxfire222. There wasn't as much of him in this chapter as I would have liked but… well, there'll be a lot more in the future. Hope I kept him reasonably in character, FoxFire, warn me if I funked up, and tell me what to fix!