Kurt and Monet, early Sunday morning
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xp_logsAfter the events of Jean-Paul's rescue, Monet isn't coping very well.
Monet landed hard, Marius thumping down on top of her, out of control with borrowed speed and none of the experience to handle it. The room was striped red with blood and pieces of baby super soldier were splattered everywhere, including on her leathers. She'd landed in them and globbets of brain were glued to cheek with drying blood. She sat up, pushing Marius off her and they fell, hitting the ground with soft splocking sounds.
Jean-Paul entered the room with a blur of speed, experience giving him the edge Marius' borrowed powers didn't. And he tore Marius' head off too quickly too see and it bounced across the room so, so slowly, while his body twitched and twitched and twitched and topped over onto Monet and his psyche's screams blended with the fading mind prints of the would be super soldiers.
"Monet", came a soft but insistent voice, and a hand landed on her shoulder to shake her gently. "Monet, it is time to wake up."
Monet woke with a scream, throwing Kurt's hand off her shoulder and hurling herself out of the bed. She came to herself a moment later, sitting on the floor, gasping for breath and shaking. "Jesus fuck..."
Kurt climbed down to join her as quickly as he could, looking at her with deep concern. "That was quite a nightmare."
"Yeah. God. Fuck. That was a bad one," Monet said, standing up and grabbing a shirt and pants from the end of the bed and dragging them on. She was wide awake now, jittery with adrenaline.
He was watching her now, not sure what was best to do, and stood up to take a step closer. "You do not have to go, even if you cannot sleep again."
She took a step back, matching him. "Christ, Kurt. It's like, four am. Just go back to sleep or something?"
"I will in due course", he said quietly. "But I was only saying... you do not have to go."
Monet took a deep breath and shrugged. "I've woken you up what? Five times since we got back with Jean Paul? I'm not exactly restful at night right now." And it didn't help that Kurt kept shaking her awake and freaking her the fuck out - she'd almost belted him one last time.
"I do not care about that", he said instantly, "except in what it means for you. But it is your choice."
"I don't know. Okay? It's the middle of the fucking night and I can't sleep and argh! Go back to sleep, okay?"
Kurt turned reluctantly back towards the bed. "If you choose to go tonight, liebling, remember this door is always open for you if you need me."
"Thanks. I'm just gonna, I dunno. Head home and watch all of last season's New Zealand's Next Top Model that my sisters taped off Foxtel for me, okay?"
"All right." He was still deeply worried about her, but there wasn't a lot he could do right now. "It sounds a good distraction."
"All right. Night, Kurt," Monet said, as she headed out the door.
Monet landed hard, Marius thumping down on top of her, out of control with borrowed speed and none of the experience to handle it. The room was striped red with blood and pieces of baby super soldier were splattered everywhere, including on her leathers. She'd landed in them and globbets of brain were glued to cheek with drying blood. She sat up, pushing Marius off her and they fell, hitting the ground with soft splocking sounds.
Jean-Paul entered the room with a blur of speed, experience giving him the edge Marius' borrowed powers didn't. And he tore Marius' head off too quickly too see and it bounced across the room so, so slowly, while his body twitched and twitched and twitched and topped over onto Monet and his psyche's screams blended with the fading mind prints of the would be super soldiers.
"Monet", came a soft but insistent voice, and a hand landed on her shoulder to shake her gently. "Monet, it is time to wake up."
Monet woke with a scream, throwing Kurt's hand off her shoulder and hurling herself out of the bed. She came to herself a moment later, sitting on the floor, gasping for breath and shaking. "Jesus fuck..."
Kurt climbed down to join her as quickly as he could, looking at her with deep concern. "That was quite a nightmare."
"Yeah. God. Fuck. That was a bad one," Monet said, standing up and grabbing a shirt and pants from the end of the bed and dragging them on. She was wide awake now, jittery with adrenaline.
He was watching her now, not sure what was best to do, and stood up to take a step closer. "You do not have to go, even if you cannot sleep again."
She took a step back, matching him. "Christ, Kurt. It's like, four am. Just go back to sleep or something?"
"I will in due course", he said quietly. "But I was only saying... you do not have to go."
Monet took a deep breath and shrugged. "I've woken you up what? Five times since we got back with Jean Paul? I'm not exactly restful at night right now." And it didn't help that Kurt kept shaking her awake and freaking her the fuck out - she'd almost belted him one last time.
"I do not care about that", he said instantly, "except in what it means for you. But it is your choice."
"I don't know. Okay? It's the middle of the fucking night and I can't sleep and argh! Go back to sleep, okay?"
Kurt turned reluctantly back towards the bed. "If you choose to go tonight, liebling, remember this door is always open for you if you need me."
"Thanks. I'm just gonna, I dunno. Head home and watch all of last season's New Zealand's Next Top Model that my sisters taped off Foxtel for me, okay?"
"All right." He was still deeply worried about her, but there wasn't a lot he could do right now. "It sounds a good distraction."
"All right. Night, Kurt," Monet said, as she headed out the door.
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