xp_logs | Transit Lounge - Amanda and Cammie

Time drags on and Amanda stops bothering to be polite to Kurt's adoptee.

Amanda spent a lot of time in airports and she’d spent a lot of time training her patience, both for the magic and for the Trenchcoats. But even she had limits and she was starting to reach hers, as her iPod finally decided to run out of battery. With a grumbling sound she unplugged herself from her headphones, winding the cord around the device and stuffing it into the pocket of her leather jacket with some muttered curses.

“Unless you can magically stop snow in New York, that’s not going to make any difference at all,” Cammie said, not looking up from this month’s winner for her serial killer reading list, “Or was that actually some sort of magical spell.” Taunting may have been suicidal. But death would be a welcome change from monotony. Which apparently was more than an American past time.

“Yeah, since I really wanted to strand us in Berlin. With Typhoid Mary for company.” Amanda was a bit sharp, but Cammie wasn’t someone she was completely comfortable around. Not because of Cammie’s powers, but what she’d seen on the journals. The girl loved to cause trouble, regardless of who she hurt to do it. “About the only thing I could do right now is ‘port myself back to Times Square.”

“Wow, that was almost a comeback,” she said, “I suppose it works in one of those messed up ways. Healthy carrier of disease and all,” she said, turning a page, “And if you can why don’t you? Be better than being stuck here, swearing at your iPod.” If she could teleport she would’ve been out of here the second they found out the flights were stopped. It really was too bad Kurt wasn’t long range. Then they wouldn’t have this problem.

“Because I can’t take passengers and I’m not ditching my brother and sister in some airport.” Amanda shrugged. “Stefan would never let me hear the end of it, for a start.” She folded her arms over her chest, eyeing the other girl sitting across from her. “’M surprised you came, actually. Family Christmas didn’t seem like your cup of tea, even if ours isn’t your usual white bread American family.”

“It was this or listen to my Mom go on and on about Jesus,” Cammie said simply, “And I’ve never been overseas and Kurt promised no religion speeches. So, what the fuck.” Anything was better than Vermont.

"Kurt definitely likes you - 's not everyone that gets to meet the clan." Amanda didn't sound altogether pleased about that. "And no-one died or was maimed, so that was a bonus."

“Yeah, because as we all know, my sole hobby is going around and maiming people,” Cammie muttered, “Kurt’s a nice guy. For the record, I seriously didn’t believe in them anymore about a year ago.”

“Well, it’s the only one you ever talk about on the journals, so excuse me for making assumptions,” Amanda replied tartly. “What was it you do for fun? That’s right, go out to biker bars and start fights.” Unfair, perhaps, but she knew Kurt had a bad habit of letting his kindness get in the way of what was safe.

Cammie laughed, “Have you ever even been to a biker bar? The fights start themselves,” she said, “My other hobbies include viral videos, books about serial killers and amateur chemistry for drinking.”

"And yet you still hang around them." Amanda snorted. "Getting yourself into trouble. I suppose you've shown for the most part you can get yourself out of it too - the day you drag Kurt into something messy that could have been avoided is the day we'll have some words, you and I."

“And we shall name those words Steve,” Cammie said, “And they will be the best words ever. All the other words will be so totally jealous.”

Amanda tried to glare. She really did. But the corner of her mouth started twitching and after a moment she erupted into laughter. "Steve?" she managed to splutter. "Yeah, I think I'm starting to get why Kurt adopted you."

“I have my moments,” Cammie said, “And Steve is a good name for words.”