log: Miles, Jake and Alison
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xp_logsTakes place once the Peter Pan watchers are back from the film.
Alison nodded encouragingly at Miles, who stood hugging his Frog Tonberry firmly under one arm, determination etched on his face as he took a few steps away from her - less people now, and most of them known, so surely just walking up to one new person would be all right. Squaring his shoulders, he trotted firmly towards Jake.
"Jake? Miles would like to say thank you for movie..."
Jake turned around at the sound of Alison's voice, just had the time to notice that the little green dude was closing up, and then the world went swirly.
To anyone who wasn't Jake, the following occoured; Jake turned, looked startled, and then his skin went puffy and little worms appeared to wriggle inside it. At the same time, his breasts shrank or possibly migrated up to his shoulders which widened. His hips narrowed, his hair seemed to get the weirdest and quickest haircut ever and the face became markedly more masculine. All happening in the space of a few seconds.
Miles stopped dead in his tracks, eyes going impossibly wide (which for Miles, was quite a feat) and stared as Jake changed before his very eyes - looking fine really, until a few seconds later, where he did not look so fine. He barely had the time to process the change in general as Alison caught up with him, laying both hands on his shoulders, not sure if she ought to jerk Miles away or if that might not just make things worse, as it had with Sarah, though Miles still wasn't aware that it hurt her for him to move away from her quickly - just that he had to go slow.
Jake fell down to his knees, gasping. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... Definitely shouldn't have worn a thong... fuck!"
"JAKE!" Alison put her hands over Miles' ears at the second 'fuck', "language!" Though not quickly enough to keep the boy from staring at Jake, actually reassured by what seems to be a very normal reaction, and making a very solemn declaration.
"Miles think Jake is a potty mouth."
That declaration was met with a half snicker from Alison, who carefully lead Miles out of range, since clearly moving away can only be a good thing now. And of course, she wouldn't dream of doing so slowly...
Jake looked up, and then his eyes widened and his lips curled around another "fuck" but he never had the time to utter it, as he changed back -- hair lengthening, face going more feminine, shoulders narrowing, breasts forming, hips broadening... Seconds later he was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying not to be sick. "Oy."
"Baby, go get Hank," Alison suggested, knowing that was one route and one person Miles felt good about going on his own by now, as shown by the way he trotted off matter of factly, muttering something about really big bandaids and how they could be used to be put on Jake's potty mouth - and sounding rather solemn about the whole thing, rather than traumatized.
"Thongs, huh?" Alison tried not to grin and sound sympathetic instead, and wasn't quite sure she managed to pull it off entirely.
"I hate you," Jake announced, eyes closed. He was trying to get reacquinted with his cells, who seemed, if cells could feel anything at all, rather annoyed with him at the moment. "I can't hate the kid, but you, on the other hand... Yes, thongs. Pain, Blaire. Lots and lots of pain."
"Awww..." Alison bent her knees, reaching out with one arm to pat his shoulder gently. "I'm sorry." She wasn't laughing, nope, not one bit. Yet. And hopefully, would be able to keep the giggles at bay until she was out of his sight and hearing. "Bra looked kinda tight there too." Deadpan, very much so.
Jake scowled up at her. "I'm never doing you a favour ever again." He patted his clothes down, sighing when he discovered that they were all pretty much ripped. Which might explain the curious draft. He nodded his head, glancing at his breasts... You couldn't even call the red sweater artfully ripped, he noted. "...Oh bugger." He tried to shift the sweater into covering him somewhat decently. "What the hell happened?"
Alison tugged off her wool sweater, offering it to him solemnly. "Miles did, I'd say. Seems like him shutting down your power switches you back to your base male shape... fast." A pause. "And the thong was too small for comfort." Bad Alison, bad. "Sorry, here, sweater, you wear." Not giggling, nope.
Jake pulled on the sweater, automatically toughening his skin a little to avoid being scratched to death by the wool. He blinked. "The little one turns me back?" He paused, staring, slowly brightening. "Yes! Woohoo! Can I adopt him? I knew there had to be a short-cut!"
A firm thump on the shoulder, rather business like at that, brought Jake back to reality. Or maybe it was the gimlet glare Alison was turning on him, that hinted to the fact that no amount of skin toughening would be proof against judiciously placed laser bolts. "Care to rephrase that, boyo?"
"Er.. Exciting new development... Should be... researched? A lot? Except less with the thong and the insta-change?" Jake widened his eyes -- a lot -- in an attempt to look adorable (hey, it worked for Miles) and harmless.
Alison smiled sweetly. "Try it, and you won't ever have to worry about that thong hurting you when you change abruptly again, dahlink. Miles isn't a power switch, he's a seven year old little boy who was used on other kids to keep them in line so they couldn't use their powers. Think about it." So maybe she was being nasty, but no one would be using Miles that way ever again. Ever.
The blank, incomprehending look Jake gave her probably revealed a lot more about Jake than he wanted.
The sweet smile faded as Alison stared at him. A look around the main hall revealed no kids were lurking within hearing range in case she did resort to the worst example of abuse she could think up, based on Jake's own power. It wasn't pleasant. "Jake... the freak show people were using Miles to keep all their other mutant kids prisoners - and Miles knew it. He couldn't stop it. He coudn't do a thing about being the one to keep other children in the same little hell hole he had to live in." She took a deep breath, hoping playing 'connect the dots' was working for Jake. "Following me on this one?"
Jake got up on his feet, keeping his head down to think. He still didn't quite see how the freak show related to _his_ situation, but he understood that Alison found it important, and apparently was rather upset about it all. It was just a kid, for god's sake. A cute one, yes, but wasn't being useful a lot more important than cuteness? He looked up, frowning. "I guess..."
Alison refrained from indulging in the wild urge to pick up a phone book and bash Jake on the head repeatedly with it. "He's not a tool to be used to make your life convenient, Jake. He's a kid. A little boy who still isn't sure there's going to be a next meal, even though he knows there is, and eats all he can each time, just in case something happens and this is all taken away from him." Another moment of silence, in which Alison found herself wondering how the hell Jake had been raised to think of himself, as a child.
"That's not what I was saying!" Jake protested, then paused. "All right, yeah, that was kind of what I was saying. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." He said he was sorry, and he tried to be contrite, really, but he wasn't sure Alison was buying it. And obviously Alison was the key, here. "I mean, you're his mom, now, right?"
Oh no, Alison wasn't buying it one bit - though she was trying to give him a chance to not hang himself too badly with this one. The thought that gagging him, tying him up and stuffing him in a closet for a few years might be kinder briefly occured to her. Then again, she could always just let Hank know about the conversation before he subjected Jake to a physical. Evil, that. "Yes. Think mama bear, mm? Rawr."
Jake nodded. That picture he got thoroughly. "Yes, so. He's protected. He's got worth, I don't see why he'd be worried." He held his hands up defencivly. "I won't do anything, honest."
"Good boy," Alison grinned as she nodded, still considering unleashing Hank of the nitrogen frozen medical instruments upon him. And wondered if Jake had every had a gynecological exam before.
Jake nodded back, then, giving Alison a curiously thorough once-over --Quick, but definitely thorough -- he turned to walk off. "The film was... The film was good. Thanks for coming with. I'll see you later."
Alison grinned at his retreating back, biting back a bark of laughter at how little his now shredded clothes were concealing - especially considering his underwear (or lack thereof). "Sure thing, Jake. Let me know when you next want to go, Miles and I will be there."
Alison nodded encouragingly at Miles, who stood hugging his Frog Tonberry firmly under one arm, determination etched on his face as he took a few steps away from her - less people now, and most of them known, so surely just walking up to one new person would be all right. Squaring his shoulders, he trotted firmly towards Jake.
"Jake? Miles would like to say thank you for movie..."
Jake turned around at the sound of Alison's voice, just had the time to notice that the little green dude was closing up, and then the world went swirly.
To anyone who wasn't Jake, the following occoured; Jake turned, looked startled, and then his skin went puffy and little worms appeared to wriggle inside it. At the same time, his breasts shrank or possibly migrated up to his shoulders which widened. His hips narrowed, his hair seemed to get the weirdest and quickest haircut ever and the face became markedly more masculine. All happening in the space of a few seconds.
Miles stopped dead in his tracks, eyes going impossibly wide (which for Miles, was quite a feat) and stared as Jake changed before his very eyes - looking fine really, until a few seconds later, where he did not look so fine. He barely had the time to process the change in general as Alison caught up with him, laying both hands on his shoulders, not sure if she ought to jerk Miles away or if that might not just make things worse, as it had with Sarah, though Miles still wasn't aware that it hurt her for him to move away from her quickly - just that he had to go slow.
Jake fell down to his knees, gasping. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... Definitely shouldn't have worn a thong... fuck!"
"JAKE!" Alison put her hands over Miles' ears at the second 'fuck', "language!" Though not quickly enough to keep the boy from staring at Jake, actually reassured by what seems to be a very normal reaction, and making a very solemn declaration.
"Miles think Jake is a potty mouth."
That declaration was met with a half snicker from Alison, who carefully lead Miles out of range, since clearly moving away can only be a good thing now. And of course, she wouldn't dream of doing so slowly...
Jake looked up, and then his eyes widened and his lips curled around another "fuck" but he never had the time to utter it, as he changed back -- hair lengthening, face going more feminine, shoulders narrowing, breasts forming, hips broadening... Seconds later he was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying not to be sick. "Oy."
"Baby, go get Hank," Alison suggested, knowing that was one route and one person Miles felt good about going on his own by now, as shown by the way he trotted off matter of factly, muttering something about really big bandaids and how they could be used to be put on Jake's potty mouth - and sounding rather solemn about the whole thing, rather than traumatized.
"Thongs, huh?" Alison tried not to grin and sound sympathetic instead, and wasn't quite sure she managed to pull it off entirely.
"I hate you," Jake announced, eyes closed. He was trying to get reacquinted with his cells, who seemed, if cells could feel anything at all, rather annoyed with him at the moment. "I can't hate the kid, but you, on the other hand... Yes, thongs. Pain, Blaire. Lots and lots of pain."
"Awww..." Alison bent her knees, reaching out with one arm to pat his shoulder gently. "I'm sorry." She wasn't laughing, nope, not one bit. Yet. And hopefully, would be able to keep the giggles at bay until she was out of his sight and hearing. "Bra looked kinda tight there too." Deadpan, very much so.
Jake scowled up at her. "I'm never doing you a favour ever again." He patted his clothes down, sighing when he discovered that they were all pretty much ripped. Which might explain the curious draft. He nodded his head, glancing at his breasts... You couldn't even call the red sweater artfully ripped, he noted. "...Oh bugger." He tried to shift the sweater into covering him somewhat decently. "What the hell happened?"
Alison tugged off her wool sweater, offering it to him solemnly. "Miles did, I'd say. Seems like him shutting down your power switches you back to your base male shape... fast." A pause. "And the thong was too small for comfort." Bad Alison, bad. "Sorry, here, sweater, you wear." Not giggling, nope.
Jake pulled on the sweater, automatically toughening his skin a little to avoid being scratched to death by the wool. He blinked. "The little one turns me back?" He paused, staring, slowly brightening. "Yes! Woohoo! Can I adopt him? I knew there had to be a short-cut!"
A firm thump on the shoulder, rather business like at that, brought Jake back to reality. Or maybe it was the gimlet glare Alison was turning on him, that hinted to the fact that no amount of skin toughening would be proof against judiciously placed laser bolts. "Care to rephrase that, boyo?"
"Er.. Exciting new development... Should be... researched? A lot? Except less with the thong and the insta-change?" Jake widened his eyes -- a lot -- in an attempt to look adorable (hey, it worked for Miles) and harmless.
Alison smiled sweetly. "Try it, and you won't ever have to worry about that thong hurting you when you change abruptly again, dahlink. Miles isn't a power switch, he's a seven year old little boy who was used on other kids to keep them in line so they couldn't use their powers. Think about it." So maybe she was being nasty, but no one would be using Miles that way ever again. Ever.
The blank, incomprehending look Jake gave her probably revealed a lot more about Jake than he wanted.
The sweet smile faded as Alison stared at him. A look around the main hall revealed no kids were lurking within hearing range in case she did resort to the worst example of abuse she could think up, based on Jake's own power. It wasn't pleasant. "Jake... the freak show people were using Miles to keep all their other mutant kids prisoners - and Miles knew it. He couldn't stop it. He coudn't do a thing about being the one to keep other children in the same little hell hole he had to live in." She took a deep breath, hoping playing 'connect the dots' was working for Jake. "Following me on this one?"
Jake got up on his feet, keeping his head down to think. He still didn't quite see how the freak show related to _his_ situation, but he understood that Alison found it important, and apparently was rather upset about it all. It was just a kid, for god's sake. A cute one, yes, but wasn't being useful a lot more important than cuteness? He looked up, frowning. "I guess..."
Alison refrained from indulging in the wild urge to pick up a phone book and bash Jake on the head repeatedly with it. "He's not a tool to be used to make your life convenient, Jake. He's a kid. A little boy who still isn't sure there's going to be a next meal, even though he knows there is, and eats all he can each time, just in case something happens and this is all taken away from him." Another moment of silence, in which Alison found herself wondering how the hell Jake had been raised to think of himself, as a child.
"That's not what I was saying!" Jake protested, then paused. "All right, yeah, that was kind of what I was saying. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." He said he was sorry, and he tried to be contrite, really, but he wasn't sure Alison was buying it. And obviously Alison was the key, here. "I mean, you're his mom, now, right?"
Oh no, Alison wasn't buying it one bit - though she was trying to give him a chance to not hang himself too badly with this one. The thought that gagging him, tying him up and stuffing him in a closet for a few years might be kinder briefly occured to her. Then again, she could always just let Hank know about the conversation before he subjected Jake to a physical. Evil, that. "Yes. Think mama bear, mm? Rawr."
Jake nodded. That picture he got thoroughly. "Yes, so. He's protected. He's got worth, I don't see why he'd be worried." He held his hands up defencivly. "I won't do anything, honest."
"Good boy," Alison grinned as she nodded, still considering unleashing Hank of the nitrogen frozen medical instruments upon him. And wondered if Jake had every had a gynecological exam before.
Jake nodded back, then, giving Alison a curiously thorough once-over --Quick, but definitely thorough -- he turned to walk off. "The film was... The film was good. Thanks for coming with. I'll see you later."
Alison grinned at his retreating back, biting back a bark of laughter at how little his now shredded clothes were concealing - especially considering his underwear (or lack thereof). "Sure thing, Jake. Let me know when you next want to go, Miles and I will be there."
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Date: 2003-12-30 07:15 pm (UTC)