Log - Little Red and Rocket Man

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Yvette stays after class to ask Sam how Kurt is doing, and they chatter about this and that. Backdated because I'm a dork who forgot to post this yesterday.



Sam very much enjoyed teaching, and in his daily prayers often gave thanks for the opportunities his power had opened up for him at Xavier's. He vastly preferred teaching to the time he had spent in the mines after his father's death. He wasn't sure which he enjoyed teaching more - flight or history. Sure, flight class was an excuse to get up in the air every day, but some of his history students were even more of a joy to teach. Like the petite Albanian hanging around as the other students shuffled out.

"Mornin', Little Red," Sam greeted Yvette as he tidied his books and notes. He wasn't sure who had coined the nickname, but it had stuck. And he certainly didn't know who had taught her about leaving your teacher an apple, but he certainly enjoyed the results of it, as the quiet red-skinned girl would occasionally leave one on his desk as she left class. "What can Ah do for ya?"

"Good morning, Mr. Guthrie," she replied, smiling a little, her books clasped against her chest. "I was being wondering if you are seeing how Mr. Sefton is today? He is being very good and resting, I hope?"

Sam grinned widely. Polite and studious Yvette might be, but she could also be a force of nature, as she had been about Kurt since he injured himself. "He's bein' good," he acknowledged. "Restin' an' healin'. Between y'all in your suite an' Miss Amanda givin' him what for, Ah think he's finally figured out what's good for him."

"This is being very good to be hearing," Yvette said, smiling a bit more, relief showing. "It is not being a good thing, to be falling in the river by accident. Mr. Dayspring is being getting the pneumonia when he is being doing that."

Sam couldn't argue with Yvette's summation, especially since he felt much the same way. He leaned forward, as if to share a secret. "'Twixt you an' me an' th' wall, Mr. Dayspring ain't always got the sense ta come in outta the rain," he told her. "But Doc Moira keeps him pretty well in line. Or at least better than before they got married..."

Yvette giggled at the expression, although it possibly wasn't respectful to make fun of your teachers. But really, Mr. Dayspring did have a silly attitude towards going to the doctor. "It is being the, how you say... not special thing?" she replied. "There are being many people who are forgetting to be looking to themselves. They are taking much of the looking after."

"Oh, there are plenty of folk here that have ta get dragged down ta the Medlab," Sam agreed. "They'd jus' keep goin' till they keeled over." He put a hand on his chest. "Ah like ta think Ah set a better example, though. If'n word got back ta my momma that Ah wasn't takin' care of m'self, it'd be 'Samuel Zachary Guthrie!' faster'n ya can blink."

"It is a good thing, to be listening to your mother," Yvette agreed solemnly, although Sam's mannerisms were entertaining. "Your mother, she is being far away?" There was perhaps a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

Sam recognized the tone fairly easily, and nodded. "Not quite as far as yours, but still a mite far ta be jus' headin' over ta say hello." Now that he was able to break the sound barrier, flying down to Cumberland didn't take as long as it used to, but it still wasn't an easy trip.

"And you are missing your family?" Yvette asked, fiddling with the corner of one of her textbooks, where she'd had a slight accident with the leotard sleeve riding up and her arm roughening the binding somewhat. "I think I am hearing you are having the large family, yes? Lots of brothers and sisters?"

"Very many, yes. Gee, Ah mean my sister Paige, she's in Scotland right now with Doc McCoy an' Doc Moira. Jay, my brother, is tryin' ta make it in country music, so he's prob'ly around Nashville somewhere. The rest are still at home." Sam shrugged. "Sure, Ah miss 'em, but the phone an' the Internet help. 'Sides, everyone here at the mansion is kinda like a big extended family, too. So it ain't all bad."

"It is being the good place, yes. Only sometimes..." Yvette lowered her voice, sounding almost guilty. "Sometimes things are being very strange, and I am missing my home. But I cannot be learning the controlling my power if I am being home, or learning the English so much, so it is being important that I am staying." There was perhaps a hint of a pout as she added. "But I am wishing my mother can be coming to visit. Angel, she is saying there is the Parent's Day when school is being ended for summertime, and I would like my mother to be coming. But... it is being hard. Mama, she is working in the factory, and she is not having so much the money."

If Sam understood one thing, it was being poor and proud. There were still days that he felt like a fraud, like poor white trash cluttering up the Professor's mansion. But he had always worked for his room and board, and now the salary the Professor paid him, a good deal of which was sent home to his mother.

"Ah rather 'spect your momma an' mine would see eye ta eye on a lot," he told Yvette, making a note to himself to quietly see if there wasn't a way they might be able to get Yvette's mother to New York for parents' weekend.

"Perhaps." Although Sam's mother possibly wasn't as... high strung as Yvette's own. "If your mother is coming for the Parent's Day, I would like to be meeting her, perhaps?" she added shyly. "Mr. Angelo is taking me for to meet his mother, and she is being very kind to me. And a very good cook." She grinned at that memory.

"She is at that." Mrs. Espinosa was another in a series of proud, no-nonsense mothers that had raised good kids. Sam hadn't approved much of Angelo at first, but he was rather impressed with the man the brash young Latino had grown into. And he definitely approved of Angelo's mother. "Ah'd say how my momma's cookin' is better, but that'd be biased of me. 'Sides, they both cook completely different kinds of food. But maybe Ah'll see if Ah can talk her inta makin' somethin' when she comes to visit."

"Oh, she is not having to be cooking if she is being the visitor!" Yvette protested. "But I would very much like to be meeting her. She is sounding like the good person."

"She's a very good person. But again, Ah'm prob'ly a bit biased where my momma's concerned." Sam grinned unrepentantly. He was looking forward to seeing his mother again. The phone and internet helped, but there was no substitute for momma being right there.

"I am thinking, we are all being... biased, yes?" Yvette replied with a smile.