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02 August 2006 @ 10:50 pm
Parlay  
I'd had lots of talks with teammates about things that had happened in the field. As a leader, I'd always thought it part of my job to address things that deserved noting, whether it was something that needed improvement or correcting, or something to be commended. Of course, it was always the former subject that most of those teammates remember.

I thought over the years that I'd gotten pretty good at those talks, though. People got better at what the X-Men needed them to, and I'd have to say that our track record speaks for the effectiveness of that.

None of which made it something I enjoyed, of course.

Since joining the X-Men, I've also had my share of difficult talks with lovers. Almost without exception, they were of the "difficult but necessary" kind, where as painful as a subject might have been, if it was kept quiet it would jus cause more and more trouble. I hadn't gotten any better at those talks.

As I climbed the stairs to the living quarters, I realized that this? This would be both of those talks.

The years of training and discipline spoke loudly and firmly in my head. The team had been in a hell of a fight against Danger, and like any other combat situation, we needed everyone on the team to be ready to be thrown in against the enemy. Emma had not been there, plain and simple. She'd walked out on the fight, only to reappear in the middle of it with no explanation worth repeating.

And as much as Scott didn't want to have to call his girlfriend to task for that, Cyclops knew it had to happen.

I found Emma sitting quietly in a chair, staring almost blankly out of the window. It had to happen, I told myself, and reassured myself that it would work out well.

"So what's the going rate for thoughts these days, Emma? Two pennies? Three?"

((Open to Emma))
 
 
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Emma Frost: iconifer - thoughtfulqueenemma on August 3rd, 2006 06:12 am (UTC)
"And hello to you, too, Scott," I replied quietly, turning to face him and the weariness there in his face. I stood and walked toward him slowly, a finger running up and down his arm as I studied him. "I see Kitty delivered my message. Thank you, darling, for rushing up to see me oh so quickly."

My hand dropped and I walked past him. Suddenly, I felt the need to hug myself, hold myself tighter. They were watching us now, I feared, and I wanted nothing more than to run to Scott's arms. To feel the warmth there as he somehow soothed me... and yet his mind was more troubled than mine was, at the moment.

"I'm sorry. You wanted a thought from me, didn't you? And here I am, wasting precious words upon you instead. Let me try again." I held my breath, back still turned to him, and sent a message to him that I knew would be overheard by Cassandra anyway.

{I'm sorry I froze out there. Simply being in Genosha brought back too many memories for me. I won't let it happen again.}

Was that a sufficient excuse? If not, then the battle I was expecting would most definitely arise.
Scott Summers: Emma Protect Me - iconiferstoic_slim on August 9th, 2006 06:16 am (UTC)
There was something genuine in the way she touched my arm, making a real gesture and not some carefully considered demonstration. Unfortunately, the edge that crept into Emma's voice, the almost-roll of her eyes that accompanied those words-- all of it set my wariness right back on edge. One step forward, two steps back was how it felt, and I was getting damn sick of it.

"I came as soon as I heard and could finish what I was doing. I figured that if coming up here was that urgent, you would have asked me yourself," I explained, tapping a finger against my temple, "instead of using a messenger."

Most men, I was fully aware, would be petrified at the very idea their girlfriend could leaf through their innermost thoughts and secrets like the Sunday sales circulars. Having lived around telepaths for most of one's adult life and having been intimately involved with two, I was used to it.

Besides, it meant never having to hear the question, "what were you thinking?" from a woman ever again.

"Talking-- of any kind-- is never a waste," I reminded her.

{I'm sorry I froze out there. Simply being in Genosha brought back too many memories for me. I won't let it happen again.}

I took a moment to process the idea. Emma had been there, on the ground, when the skies over the tiny nation went black, then white and angry reds. Only the appearance of her secondary mutation had kept her alive. I'd seen more than any man's share of death and destruction in my day, but nothing on that scale-- never.

"I... I understand," I offered. "I doubt anyone who's gone through what you did there would keep from flinching."

My hand went out to lay on her shoulder, as genuine a gesture as I thought hers had been.

"But if there's anything like that again, anything that you know might compromise the team, then I need to know it. No playing mysterious or glib or cagey. Just tell me."
Emma Frost: _kanoe_icons_ ScottEmmakissqueenemma on August 10th, 2006 04:36 pm (UTC)
I figured that if coming up here was that urgent, you would have asked me yourself instead of using a messenger."

I nodded, smiling to myself. I should have known better, truthfully. I never had pried unwanted into his mind, but anytime I needed Scott, he let me in the way no other person had. Why should now be any different? Damn him. Damn them all.

"I'll be certain to remember that," I whispered softly, shuddering slightly as his hand brushed my arm. I couldn't stop myself as I walked closer to him and fell into the circle of his arms, holding myself tightly yet exposing myself so he might embrace me. An odd contradiction, I know, but it was always this way with us.

My betrayal should prove no different.

"I doubt anyone who's gone through what you did there would keep from flinching."

Nodding, I began undressing him for bed without a word. If he believed me, if he trusted me, then I could forget about their plans and focus on Scott. Shift all my focus onto him, and me, and us.

{Darling, I...}

Somehow, I couldn't even complete the thought. 'I love you' was still so very hard to say, even if the words didn't come from my lips.

"But if there's anything like that again, anything that you know might compromise the team, then I need to know it. No playing mysterious or glib or cagey. Just tell me."

"Of course," I replied, brushing my lips against his as I moved his own hands to my uniform. It seemed as though he'd bought into my lie, which hurt all the more. Couldn't he see through me? Why wasn't I as transparent as the diamond I could become?

"Let me make it up to you," I whispered as my kiss trailed from his ear to his neck, and I used seduction as a way to distract the man I loved. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I would think upon all of this, what the next chess move needed to be... but for now I was simply a girl who wanted her lover.
Scott Summers: Emma Sleeping - dark_wesleystoic_slim on August 14th, 2006 06:38 am (UTC)
((sometime later))

The alarm chimed softly somewhere off to his right, and it took all of my sleep-dulled willpower not to shift myself just enough to hit the snooze button. Knowing that the chimes would soon start to grow in volume and insistence, I started to push myself up out of the soft, cushy layers of sleep and out into the waking world.

It wasn't easy. The way I recalled, it hadn't been particularly late when I'd stepped into the bedroom and had the short, but telling talk with Emma. The cold, simmering anger was long gone even by then, but I had come up the stairs hoping for one hell of a good explanation for her actions in Genosha. I'd gotten it-- Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome was nothing to underestimate, and felt right for what I'd seen her do. And her insistence on not sharing her difficulty with me felt typical for her, too.

We didn't get much sleep. For some of the time, there was talking-- some about work and students, some about trivial things, and even a little bit about Genosha. I didn't push for the latter, but at least there was something. The rest of the time was spent, well, doing the kind of making up that happened so often with us. Needless to say, I accepted Emma's apology, but only because I'd gotten a good answer. If I thought I wouldn't have gotten a good one, then as much as I enjoyed it, Emma's apology would have had to wait.

This time, it didn't. And it took a while to make up properly, so I wasn't going to be starting this day on much sleep.

Finally really awake, I traded my goggles for my usual ruby quartz glasses and started to climb out of bed, hoping not to disturb Emma, who was still sound asleep.