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.
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IN ADDITION, this is kind of a filler chapter to get things headed in a good direction but it has no Toad-related goodness. You have been forewarned.
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Chapter Eight: A Bad Idea, And A Worse Idea
"Well… uh… where to start…" Eric thought aloud, scratching his head, "Well…" He walked down a random hall with Elizabeth tailing him closely.
Having become unaccustomed to this kinder treatment in the nearly two weeks that had been an eternity, she was uneasy. As if that weren't bad enough, this place was down right dark, foreign, and creepy in itself. Goodness knows, a certain two mutants were probably out for her blood after she 'ratted them out'. It had been entirely inadvertent of coarse, but that would make no difference to Sabertooth and Toad. Magneto no doubt was not one to take having his authority being undermined lightly.
She'd been fallowing him for a good fifteen minutes with him talking and pointing things out without her notice.
"And you haven't hear a word I've said this whole time, have you?," Eric said a great deal louder than he had previously been speaking. The sudden sound of his half-yell made her nearly jump out of her skin. "Your some sort of space-case, aren't you?" he asked, amused.
Elizabeth puffed her lip out and crossed her arms in a pout, 'And your some sort of asshole, aren't you?' she thought mockingly, she wasn't genuinely upset at him, but the name stuck a sore spot with her. "Shut up," her voice lacked any venom, and came out sounding very childish much to her dismay.
"No offence. If it makes you feel better, your pretty cute for a space-case," he said. Oh… he was too damn cool.
Elizabeth had to fend off the insane blush that threatened to betray her; he'd just said she was cute. She couldn't recall ever hearing those words from a hot boy… or… any boy. Elizabeth Smith was a total tom-boy plain-Jane until about a year and a half ago when she took up swimming, before then, she had lacked any figure to speak of. Even now though, with a full figure-if a bit too full in her opinion-she didn't like to wear clothes that showed her off, she'd always worn baggy clothes, and that was a hard habit to break.
She smiled, and tapped her fingers together self-consciously despite herself, he grinned in reply. "Well, onward with the tour you haven't been paying attention to!" A short ways down the hall there were five doors graciously spaced out, suggesting large rooms. A very grand dark mahogany one was at the very end of the hall, but the other's were rather plain. "These are our rooms; that's Sabertooths, that's Mystiques, that's Toad's, the one at the end of the hall is Mags', and this one is my room. Only Toad and Sabertooth really live here, the rest of us have other places to live when there's nothing important-Hey, that's a very bad idea!"
Elizabeth had walked past him to the door to Toad's room, and had started to open the door to take a look. Upon hearing him, she stopped and closed the door with a frown.
"There, that's better."
Flashing him a devilish grin, she walked to the very end of the hall and started to open the mahogany door. In a second his hand was on hers, keeping it from actually turning the knob. "And that is a worse idea. I admire your inquiring mind though. Still, it's really best you don't go in any of these rooms… well… except maybe my room." He practically said it suggestively. Was he really flirting with her?!
'Oh be still my heart and raging hormones.' "What does your room look like?"
"Why not come in and see?" he said with a wink, walking her down to the door he had said was his. Green walls, a bookshelf, a small TV, a bed, and a stereo, simple enough.
Elizabeth's eyes locked on the bed with a look of longing. Eric followed her gaze and let out a laugh. "Go for it," he said, "I know you know you want to."
Not needing to be told twice she dove onto the somewhat messy bed and buried her face in his pillow. Oh man, it was wonderful. Her aching muscles however decided to stage a protest at the sudden change in bedding, having been stuck sleeping on the floor for most of every day she'd been there. She ignored the sharp new aches and pains, and they slowly subsided.
She felt the bed shift and looked up from the pillow to see Eric sitting on the edge of the bed smiling that smile of his. "Feel better?"
"Do I have to go back to 'my' room?" she asked in something of a playful way.
"Not if you don't want to."
The answer surmised her. "What?"
"Well… I mean, you're my responsibility, whatever trouble you cause or if you try to run or something it'll be my ass that gets punishment but you don't exactly seem like the trouble making type so I'll cut a deal with you," he offered, she sat up and leaned towards him, listening intently now, "You don't cause any trouble, or get in anyone's way and I'll give you free run. Deal?"
"Chya, hell yes!" she practically shouted. Her happy moment was cut short when she realized how foolish she must have seemed right then, "Heh, sorry."
"No prob, enjoy your freedom."
It was limited freedom sure, but at least she wasn't going to have to be stuck in that one dull room all day. "Coolie….so…I gotta ask, why do they call you Bookworm."
"Oh, that, heh, well that has to do with my power."
'Yeah, I kinda noticed that's how it works around here dummy, I'm not that dense.' "What's your power?"
"Basically, if I touch a book or a file, or anything with written information on it really, I can absorb that information in an instant."
"Funny, you don't look like the book type to me."
"Yeah, well…" he flexed his arms, "gives the ladies something to look at."
She batted his arm playfully, "They're not that great." He reminded him a lot of her friend Jonathan. Jonathan… she'd forgotten, she was supposed to help him pick out a gift for his sister Terra on Sunday, the day after she'd ended up in the middle of this mess. It was that subtle little thing that brought reality crashing back down onto her. "I… I'm going to go back to my room. Thanks for the tour, Eric," she said, starting for the door.
"Hey, you okay? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, it's fine, I'll see you around I'm guessing?"
"Well I am supposed to keep an eye on you."
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Ack, I'm starting to hate this fic, I want to get to the romancy-bits soon, and finish this all off so I can start up a newer better fic! Ah well, drop me a quick review guys, my liking of this story is waning, and I really don't want to scrap it.
Well, this was kind of a filler chapter, but the next one will be a big step toward romantic goodness!