St John the Divine: A Proposition
- Chibi Lurrel
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Life at the mansion was slow. Bobby was skittish about me touching him, so I took Rogue out on a couple of dates to piss him off. He froze my bed in retaliation, and our personal war escalated. I touched him a lot in meetings, at dinner, and he punched me in the eye in the Danger Room. I set his pillow on fire. He didn't reciprocate after a hurried blowjob.
I spent a lot of time by myself, when I wasn't being coerced into tutoring the kids. Bobby and Storm spent a lot of time talking and making secret plans or something, so I started reading more. I wasn't this big academic slacker like everyone thought; hell, I was a published journalist and author and shit. Of course I liked to read. So after lunch I was curled up with some nice magical realism and then Logan sauntered in.
'So, since you've been hangin' around for about a week or so, we figured it was time for you to show us what you got.'
I looked up from my book. 'I thought I was a guest, man. This doesn't even sound friendly.'
Logan laughed. 'Well, it won't be. Storm and I want to see you and Bobby fight.'
This sentence caused me to snap the book shut. 'What?'
'We want to see you fight. Bobby's been honing his skills and I'm sure Magneto didn't let you just sit around and read.'
'Hey, Magneto definitely encouraged my literacy. Anyway, seriously, what the fuck is going on? Is this why I was allowed to come back here? So Drake could get some extra, outside the Danger Room training?'
'Watch your language, bub. We just think it'd be a good idea; Bobby seems a little stir-crazy lately, and the kids could use a little more excitement in between classes.'
'You guys are the crazy ones, Wolverine.'
At dinner, though, it turned out he was being serious. Storm grinned at me as she passed me the mashed potatoes and asked if I'd considered fighting out in front of the Mansion.
'Is there something in the water here? I'd really rather not blow something up.'
She just shook her head. 'I think watching two experienced combatants would be good for the students.'
Dr. McCoy had returned to the mansion that week, and even he seemed interested in seeing us pit our powers against each other. 'After all, it might be a good indicator of whether you will develop a secondary mutation,' he said, adjusting his glasses.
I had started sitting at the adult's table, with the professors. With all the tutoring I had ended up doing, I figured it was only a matter of time before they tried to get me to teach English or something. It wouldn't be a bad gig; I'd have time to work on my bodice rippers and have some extra cash, plus the kids weren't so bad. If Bobby hadn't been ignoring me, it would have been perfect, really.
Too bad Bobby was the reason I spent so much time in the library. Every time I even made an off colour joke or was a little bit extra affectionate, I got a lecture on professionalism. Fuck that, really. It wasn't like I didn't have any other prospects. Well, it was a little like that. Colossus and Kitty were finally getting together, and some of the other kids were just that – kids. Some of the cuter ones were about my age, but thought of sleeping with someone without combat experience made my stomach turn. I didn't really know why.
Eventually it was Bobby who won me over, that jerk. Seriously, who says things like 'Well, if you're man enough to face me?' It was like we were in some sort of pissing contest that I felt completely obligated to win.
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Author's Note: Guess I'm back for a bit! Sup.
