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After talking with the Professor and getting checked out by the MedLab, Angel is back in the suite for the night. And Jennie comes to the rescue with pints and finds out exactly what happened to the younger girl.



Angel sat in the living room of her suite, TV on, with a blanket wrapped around her. She didn't really need it but it was more of a comfort thing. The shock had worn off a while ago, and it just left her feeling...weird. Tired, starving to death, pleased, shocked. A thousand and one different emotions were running their course through her body. She still couldn't believe she'd pulled off what she had. It felt like it had to have been a dream. A very tiring, hungry dream after all was said and done.

"Okay, so, we've got either raspberry cheesecake or double brownie fudge," Jennie said, a carton of ice cream in each hand. "Now, do you want the fruity or the chocolately? Because we can do one first and have the other one when you're done." Jennie knew the best way to combat stress and the power hungries was ice cream. Comfort food and blood sugar boost all in one go.

Instantly, Angel was making grabby hands. "Chocolate," she said, firmly. Chocolate hadn't failed her through swim meets, PMS or school exams. And it wasn't about to fail her now. "You're the best suitemate ever, honestly."

Jennie waved a hand dismissively. "Bah, I help because I'm in the know. Nobody else knows about the power hungries in the suite." She plopped down next to the redhead and handed her a spoon, before opening the top of the cheesecake swirl. "You may need that. No using your hands."

"Ah, shucks." Wow, she really could do a dead-on Mr. G impression. "What about just putting my face in it and eating it that way?" Angel asked, grinning. "I did that when I was like, two. I hated getting my hands dirty so when I saw the Cookie Monster cake--all blue frosting, yeah?--the first thing I did was plop my face right into the middle of it. My mom didn't know if she should laugh or cry. So my dad took pictures."

"Aw, are you sure that wasn't last week?" Jennie teased. "So, what all happened? You wanna talk about it or you just wanna snarf ice cream?"

"I can multi-task with the best of them." Picking at the ice cream, Angel explained about going into town and then the fire. "So, I did something stupid. I guess being heroic half the time means doing something stupid. Found out that there were people trapped in there and I kinda snuck around back and went in." She waved the spoon at Jennie. "Though I got in touch with the Professor, first, or else I don't know if I could have forced myself in. I, uh, blew out a window to get the woman and her daughter out and then helped the firefighter, Paul, up to the roof. Flew him over to the next building and then went home. ...I'm still shaking, kinda, which is stupid, isn't it?"

"Wow," Jennie said, picking at her own ice cream but making no move to eat it. "That's, wow. I mean, the adults are probably in a tizzy but when something happens and you're the only one who can help, then. You're a hero, Angel." Jennie said, pinching her roommate's cheek.

A blush ran from from her neckline to the top of her head. "I was terrified the whole time," she admitted. "I don't feel like a hero, you know? Just like someone who was in the right place, right time. Though the best thing...besides saving lives...was that Paul, the firefighter, told me he'd been really kinda iffy about mutants. Saw too much destruction and stuff. But I was changing him mind."

"See, my whole life is about right place, right time, or wrong place wrong time. Depends on how my power is feeling that day." Jennie said, a little sourly. "But heroism, it isn't about capes and tights and fighting supervillians, it's doing the right thing even when you're scared." A small part of Jennie was jealous of Angel. The most amazing thing she'd ever done with her powers was take out two city blocks.

Angel wrinkled her nose. "One of the things I learned today, though? I need to practice landing and flying with someone. Because, man, that landing would have scored a .1 on the judges side." She rubbed the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed about the whole being a hero thing. "Except for swimming, I'm normally the one behind the camera, not, you know, out in front doing things. It's weird."

"Well, again you are learning. We're born with these abilities, but they don't exactly come with instruction manuals. I could go on all day about how long it took me to figure out I could cause good things to happen. That's why we're here, huh?" Jennie finally took a bite of ice cream. "Again, we can't look cool all the time."

She snickered, just a little bit. "And, yeah, totally not a cool landing at all. I think Mr. G and I have some practicing to do. He's really sweet but, man, never lets up!"

"Well, it's better than you breaking a leg or something." Jennie said, wagging a spoon at Angel. "Practice good. Besides, you're one of those training nuts, I thought you wouldn't mind it so much."

"Broken legs are bad, Paul already had one. Adding two to the mix would have been messy. And I don't know if I'd train as much if I had, like, bubble making powers. Bubbles are good, they don't, you know, burn people." She grinned. "On the other hand, I am the person who drags herself out of bed every morning for a 5 am swim so..."

"Yeah, no kidding. You, lady, are nuts." Jennie flicked her bangs out of her face with a toss of her head. "And fire powers are good and useful, as you can already see. If you had bubble powers and were in that situation today, could you have done that good?"

"I'd, uh...have looked very pretty from the sidelines." She stuck out her tongue and giggled. "You and your silly logic!"

"Yes. Fear the incredible Stavros logic. Many a teacher has trembled before it. Many of a friend, too, come to think of it. I'm like a mallet that way." Jennie made a banging motion with a hand.

"Which is why Marius married you in the first place," Angel responded, managing to keep a straight face. "I mean, you totally keep him in line. It's that mallet logic thing, I guess. He says something all Marius and smarmy, which really is Marius at his best come to think of it, and then he runs into you. It's great ta watch, really."

"Yeah, well, he had to use the mallet of logic on me last week, so I guess he has learned something." Jennie said ruefully. "But yeah, on the smarmy thing, his reaction to my tattoo idea? 'A bold statement. Specifically, one which says 'I cannot comfortably see my own tattoo.'" She mimicked his accent credibly.

The accent nearly killed Angel and she giggled hysterically for a couple of moments, clearly seeing Marius saying that in her head. "Where do ya want to get the tattoo at?" she asked, curious. They weren't really her thing but if done right, she'd seen some really pretty ones. And Jennie was the kind of person to go get it done right or not at all.

"Back of my neck." Jennie said, and patted it. "I want a cherry blossom, because that's what my mother loved. She'd say that meant it was officially spring. And since the anniversary of her death's coming up, I figured I'd get something for her, you know? I also want a couple of others that are for me. I've thought a lot about this, 'cause tattoos are like husbands, you gotta make sure you don't hate them in ten years."

Angel's lips twitched, just a little bit. "Though I think laser surgery to remove tattoos are a little less painful than some divorces." She eyed her ice cream, she was making pretty good headway on it. "I like that though, the tattoo for your mom. That's really awesome. And cherry blossom's rock, too. We used to go to DC every spring for the cherry blossom festivals. That would look awesome on the back of your neck."

"Thank you, I thought so too. Marius mentioned that I should think about getting other parts tattooed, and that he'd be there to watch, so then I had to hurt him." Jennie shook her head and took another bite of ice cream.

Another round of giggles ensued. "Well, if he hadn't said something, I would have had to think he was sick or something."

"Yeah. 'Marius, you have not stared at my breasts today, are you feeling well?' Speaking of, how are you doing? Do I have to break any thumbs?" Jennie said innocently.

"What? No, no thumb breaking! I like his thumbs!" Angel paused and then blushed bright red. "Uh, that is if you were talking about someone in particulars thumbs. If not, then no worries about random thumbs. But if you are talking about who I think you're talking about, nah, I like those thumbs." She narrowed her eyes suddenly. "Didn't you, you know, make a comment about certain uses of powers a long time ago..." It was clear she was thinking something through.

"Why yes, yes I did. I mean, every girl should be so lucky to have a guy who's powers include something like that." Jennie's smile turned evil.

"I...just...worked out what...JENNIE!!" Angel shrieked, suddenly more embarrassed than before. And in her exhaustion from the day's events, her spoon suddenly went up in flames.

Jennie grabbed Angel's wrist and turn it so she plunged into the carton of ice cream. The flames hissed and went out. "Dude, sorry. Change of topic."

"Aw, man, goopy ice cream. Though I could drink it." The subject of...well, that, made her nervous. She and Julio were happy at the point they were at but that was...yeah, too much for her tired brain to think about. "That reminds me of the time I set the head of lettuce on fire. It was my first time meeting Kyle. I think I screamed "Flaming produce!" And we've been best friends ever since, the end."

"See? Fire is good." Jennie grinned.
"Fire good, fire cook meat. Aaar! Wait...that was my pirate noise, not my caveman noise..."

"That works too."

"Pirates are better than cavemen," Angel said, nodding, "but pirate cavemen are even better."