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x-forge.livejournal.com) wrote in xp_logs2006-07-06 09:47 am
My Girl (Jono and Forge)
Thursday morning, the news stations are still talking about the disaster and nothing but. Two of the few remaining folks in the mansion run into each other and discuss one member of the relief effort that they both hold a common interest in.
Forge shuffled into the small informal dining room, coffee cup in hand, to watch the news on the small television. Every channel was the same - 8.3 earthquake. San Diego in chaos. Fire. Destruction.
And only ten minutes ago, what people were already calling a miracle - a mega-tsunami, hundreds of feet in height, building a swell that would have crushed the city - simply... stopped. Held in place and vaporized by what Trish Tilby on CNN was referring to as an "unknown force, perhaps even divine intervention".
Forge smiled over his red coffee mug, feeling the caffeine sink into his body. "That's no divine intervention, Miss Tilby," he mumbled, "That's the damn X-Men and you know it."
A movement across the small room caught Forge's attention as Jono walked in with an identical cup of coffee, sipping it as he too watched the television intently. The news crews were cutting back and forth from the studios to on-the-scene unsteady shots of streets mostly filled with dust and rubble. Both young men watched as the camera focused on a mostly-collapsed storefront, the focus zooming in as a familiar blonde figure in black X-Men leathers ran to the debris, pulling at her hair to husk into a solid steel form, shining in what little sunlight was making it through the clouds of dust. The camera captured Husk in action, using her own body for leverage to pry open the door of the collapsed store, allowing those trapped inside to crawl out and limp towards the medical personnel that were following behind.
Proudly, both men smiled at the screen and said simultaneously, "That's my girl."
In the awkward silence that followed, the news network went to a brief studio commentary as Forge and Jono eyed each other cautiously.
"I didn't mean-" Forge began, interrupted by an "It's all right-" from Jono. A set of brief chuckles, and both set their mugs down on the table and faced each other.
"You know she's my partner, we work together, that's all, right?" Forge said, crossing his arms. Jono stood his ground, thumbs hooked into the waistband of his black jeans.
"Right," he said flatly, "because you know tryin' for anything would be-"
"I'm not getting in between the two of you," Forge interrupted insistently. "She has her chance to be happy now, and I'm more than cool with that. She gets to be with the man she loves, you get to be able to do things like drink coffee again, and I get to work with my partner without having her go all crazy and mopey because she's in love with a sparkly fairy light." Pausing, Forge took another drink of coffee. "Besides, it's a lot less complicated now."
Jono just looked at the younger boy for a moment, then nodded. "You're a decent friend to her. And... she says in the time I was... well, you two never...?" The question hung there unspoken as Jono looked at the television again, the scene now back to the emergency personnel crowding the streets of San Diego.
"We never." Forge's voice was flat, betraying neither regret nor relief as he finished his coffee. "Not for lack of wanting, on my part anyway, but she always knew where her heart was. Girl's got to have some faults, you know."
Jono's mouth quirked in a smile as he shook his head at Forge. "Foregone conclusion, mate. I'm taller."
"I'm smarter," Forge retorted immediately.
"I've got better hair."
"I don't dress like Morrissey's still in fashion."
"I've got all my limbs, mate."
"You know, I could remedy that for you," Forge quipped, infectious grin spreading across his face. "Really, we could put you in a little chair and you could race the Professor down the halls crying out 'Crikey, where's me bloody tea an' crumpets, guv?'."
Jono narrowed his eyes at Forge before realizing it was all in fun. "Sod off, I don't drink tea."
"I know," Forge responded, twirling his empty mug in his hand. "Paige complains about your coffee habit at least twice a week. I can't figure it out, I mean, you don't even need to eat or drink."
"I like the way it... well, it's like swallowing, but it makes this tingle and just... vaporizes. Coffee feels better. Tea's just ... flat," Jono explained. "Never liked it before my powers anyway."
"I hear you," Forge agreed, before his attention was caught by another shot of the X-Men on the beach. "Damn if they aren't amazing..." he breathed.
Jono nodded, reaching for the remote to turn up the volume. "Some more than others, mate, some more than others."
Forge shuffled into the small informal dining room, coffee cup in hand, to watch the news on the small television. Every channel was the same - 8.3 earthquake. San Diego in chaos. Fire. Destruction.
And only ten minutes ago, what people were already calling a miracle - a mega-tsunami, hundreds of feet in height, building a swell that would have crushed the city - simply... stopped. Held in place and vaporized by what Trish Tilby on CNN was referring to as an "unknown force, perhaps even divine intervention".
Forge smiled over his red coffee mug, feeling the caffeine sink into his body. "That's no divine intervention, Miss Tilby," he mumbled, "That's the damn X-Men and you know it."
A movement across the small room caught Forge's attention as Jono walked in with an identical cup of coffee, sipping it as he too watched the television intently. The news crews were cutting back and forth from the studios to on-the-scene unsteady shots of streets mostly filled with dust and rubble. Both young men watched as the camera focused on a mostly-collapsed storefront, the focus zooming in as a familiar blonde figure in black X-Men leathers ran to the debris, pulling at her hair to husk into a solid steel form, shining in what little sunlight was making it through the clouds of dust. The camera captured Husk in action, using her own body for leverage to pry open the door of the collapsed store, allowing those trapped inside to crawl out and limp towards the medical personnel that were following behind.
Proudly, both men smiled at the screen and said simultaneously, "That's my girl."
In the awkward silence that followed, the news network went to a brief studio commentary as Forge and Jono eyed each other cautiously.
"I didn't mean-" Forge began, interrupted by an "It's all right-" from Jono. A set of brief chuckles, and both set their mugs down on the table and faced each other.
"You know she's my partner, we work together, that's all, right?" Forge said, crossing his arms. Jono stood his ground, thumbs hooked into the waistband of his black jeans.
"Right," he said flatly, "because you know tryin' for anything would be-"
"I'm not getting in between the two of you," Forge interrupted insistently. "She has her chance to be happy now, and I'm more than cool with that. She gets to be with the man she loves, you get to be able to do things like drink coffee again, and I get to work with my partner without having her go all crazy and mopey because she's in love with a sparkly fairy light." Pausing, Forge took another drink of coffee. "Besides, it's a lot less complicated now."
Jono just looked at the younger boy for a moment, then nodded. "You're a decent friend to her. And... she says in the time I was... well, you two never...?" The question hung there unspoken as Jono looked at the television again, the scene now back to the emergency personnel crowding the streets of San Diego.
"We never." Forge's voice was flat, betraying neither regret nor relief as he finished his coffee. "Not for lack of wanting, on my part anyway, but she always knew where her heart was. Girl's got to have some faults, you know."
Jono's mouth quirked in a smile as he shook his head at Forge. "Foregone conclusion, mate. I'm taller."
"I'm smarter," Forge retorted immediately.
"I've got better hair."
"I don't dress like Morrissey's still in fashion."
"I've got all my limbs, mate."
"You know, I could remedy that for you," Forge quipped, infectious grin spreading across his face. "Really, we could put you in a little chair and you could race the Professor down the halls crying out 'Crikey, where's me bloody tea an' crumpets, guv?'."
Jono narrowed his eyes at Forge before realizing it was all in fun. "Sod off, I don't drink tea."
"I know," Forge responded, twirling his empty mug in his hand. "Paige complains about your coffee habit at least twice a week. I can't figure it out, I mean, you don't even need to eat or drink."
"I like the way it... well, it's like swallowing, but it makes this tingle and just... vaporizes. Coffee feels better. Tea's just ... flat," Jono explained. "Never liked it before my powers anyway."
"I hear you," Forge agreed, before his attention was caught by another shot of the X-Men on the beach. "Damn if they aren't amazing..." he breathed.
Jono nodded, reaching for the remote to turn up the volume. "Some more than others, mate, some more than others."
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