Molly & Wade | Wednesday Evening (backdated)

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Molly brought Wade some soup after he helped with Amanda's healing spell for Vanessa... and then measured his head for a hat.


Wade was laying on his couch in his suite with a bowl of soup, a blanket, and Molly. Molly was standing behind him, though, as he watched the History Channel - apparently she was measuring his head? He was just going along with it because he was tired, for the most part. Not as bad as when he'd been on chemo, obviously, but still drained. Hot Doc Jean said it'd probably last a day or so, which meant he was just chilling with the blinds open to let the sun come in when it managed to peek through the clouds. Currently, though, he was translating the World War II documentary on the television into Molly-speak, figuring if she was going to be keeping him company, he should try to make it educational or something.

"Did you know your head is 55 on the dash of the measure thingy?" Molly said as she peered at the measuring tape she had wrapped around his forehead and occasionally glanced over at the screen at the explosions.

"That's average though. So that's good. Is the soup good too? It kinda spilled on the way up so some of it got lost on the floor."

"The soup is delicious," Wade said, managing to stop himself from nodding, but only barely. It was difficult to remember that she was measuring thing. He wasn't actually sure what was in the soup - it looked like maybe she'd combined some chicken noodle and some hearty beef or something, but Wade was eating it and, by God, he was going to enjoy it. "Thanks for bringing it up. Why're you measuring my head again? Oh - oh, look. The bad guys just got invaded by the good guys. You might want to look away from the TV, though, because the pictures from the camps I told you about earlier are coming up and they're kinda bad."

"It's a hat, Wademan!" Molly said, giggling.

"And I think you need a red one, maybe, with some black on it. Cause those are good colors," she added, bringing up her hand to cover up one side of her face as the music turned sad.

"The bad guys who walk funny?"

"Right, they walk funny," Wade said, having to stop himself from nodding again. "Because dictators all like to make people walk in a certain way. It's meant to distinguish them from other dictators but it just kinda looks silly, you know? And I like red. Black's good, too." He wondered if she was going to make it look like a ladybug or something. He could rock a ladybug hat, he was pretty sure. There wasn't much he couldn't rock, if he did say so himself.

"Why can't they just walk normal?" Molly said, pulling the measuring tape off his head as she put it in her neat kit she made after coming home from the party. It was one of the art boxes the Shiny Man had in the art room and she put stuff she got from all over in there like cloth and feathers and bows and sequins and pins and stuff.

She was wearing her red hatter hat cause it was still cool but she thought her strawberry shirt looked better with it.

"Okay, so I'm gonna make you the hat and give it to you in a little while cause it takes awhile y'know? Kinda," she said, closing her hat box as she walked over and sat down beside him.

"Are you gonna be okay, Wademan?"

"I'll be alright, half-pint," Wade said, reaching over and tugging on a strand of her hair. "I just had to help out a friend and it left me kind of tired. Doc Jean, though, she says I'll be fine. It'll just take a little to get the energy I gave away back."

Molly peered at him, blinking a few times with mostly confusion. "How did you give away energy?"

That seemed weird. She didn't hear her parents ever talking about that at the hospital.

"A friend of mine, she can do magic," Wade said. He didn't really understand the process, himself, but he'd try to explain it to Molly. "And another friend of mine, she was hurt. So my magic friend, she did a spell. She borrowed energy from me and a few other people to give it to my friend who was hurt. It made her better, but it made the rest of us kind of tired. That's all."

"Oh! You mean Amanda? Is that why we had to leave the mansion and stuff? I'm strong. I could've helped if she was hurt cause she said she needed strong people right?" Molly said, resting her feet on Wade's lap. She wasn't that young, even if they said people who were young couldn't stay.

"So it's kinda like a gas tank. The hurt person's gas tank is almost empty so a lotta people with full gas tanks take a little bit and full up that person's gas tank so now they can run the car?"

"That's a really good analogy," Wade said, nodding even as he poked at the bottom of Molly's feet. "And I think it's more like people with healing factors can get better faster than the other people - our gas tanks refill faster than normal people. And you're strong, but your gas tank's still kinda small. So it was just safer."

Molly giggled, wiggling her toes. Though she wasn't really that ticklish anymore she still remembered when she was. She shrugged a little.

"It would've been nice to help. Cause...I wanna be an X-Person too. And save people and stuff," she said. She bit her lip, leaning in closer.

"Don't tell Dori but I tried to save a squirrel from a tree but I pulled too hard on the tree and it flew away."

Wade stifled a laugh. "The squirrel flew away?" Probably more like the little thing had gotten flung halfway across the woods.

Molly's head ducked sheepishly and she lowered her eyes, glancing back and forth. "Yeah," she said quietly.

"It flew reeeally high. And then it disappeared into another tree. I didn't try to save it again cause I think it'd probably been saved enough."

"Don't worry," Wade said, smiling. "I won't tell Dori. I think the squirrels like the trees, though. So they probably don't need much saving unless they're really little and they've fallen out of the tree, in which case I'd suggest getting Dori, since she'd probably know better what to do with a baby squirrel than anybody else."

"Yeah," Molly said. She still thought squirrels were evil, though. "He kinda got his head stuck in a hole in the tree and I didn't want him to bite me so I tried to shake the tree and it didn't work so..."

She paused, her eyes widening. "Do you think the squirrel will try to come and get me for making him fly away?"

"Definitely not," Wade said, shaking his head. "Definitely not." He poked at her foot again. "Don't you have classes? Training with Monet? Something you should be doing other than hanging out with an invalid? I don't want to get you in trouble."

Molly blinked, tilting her head at him. "But Wademan, it's night," she said.

"We don't have classes at night."

Wade blinked. "It's not night." Then he grabbed his watch from the table behind him and frowned at it. "Well. Okay. Maybe it's evening. And you still don't have classes during the evening. But don't you have homework?"

"Do you want me to leave, Wademan?" Molly said curiously. "Cause I think you're valid."

"I just don't want you getting stuck here with me if you want to hang out with Meggan or something," Wade said, smiling a little. He poked at her toes again. It was nice, having the company, though. And Molly was simple - uncomplicated in her affection. It occurred to him, not for the first time, that he'd found himself accidentally attached to the people at the mansion - and not so accidentally attached to Marie-Ange.

All his years of mercenary work, all the killing, the protection details, the war zones and the cotillions. Everything seemed to have led him here, to this place, for reasons he never would have guessed at - he had cancer and it didn't seem to be killing him but no one could make it go away. "We should watch a movie or something, though, if you're not going to make me my hat. I'm pretty sure this World War II stuff can't be all that interesting for you."

"I live with Meggan," Molly said, giggling. "I see her all the time. Cause she's the best roommate ever. So I get to see her after this. And Matt! Cause he's cool too," she said, then nodded.

"But I wanna hang out with you right now, Wademan cause you're sick and people should take care of people when they're sick."

She hopped up and hopped over to the TV. "What movie do you wanna watch? Oooh! Batman!" she said hopefully.

"I can make hats when we're done. Cause I got your measurements."

"Batman it is, half-pint," Wade said, smiling. He was tired still, but that was okay. The door to the suite was open, letting in sounds of people moving through the hallway, talking softly back and forth. He could have sworn he heard pounding feet from the floor below, but he wasn't a teacher - he wasn't required to make sure people were following whatever rules there were about running in the hallways. "Put it on and we'll be set." He manfully finished off his bowl of soup, then set it aside.

"BATMAN!" Molly shouted, plucking the DVD from his collection and popping it in the DVD player.

She dashed back and forth a couple of times in front of the TV as the DVD loaded doing the na na nas before plopping back down on the couch.

"I can make more soup if you're still hungry. Or hot chocolate! My mom likes to give me some when I'm sick cause it's chocolate. And chocolate is good always."

"Nah, I think I'm good for the moment," Wade said, smiling as he reached for the remote control. When the main menu popped up, he hit 'play' and they were ready to go. "But I might hit you up for some tea a little later."

"Tea?" Molly said, tilting her head. "Hmmm, I dunno how to make tea but maybe Meggan can help!" she said, grinning. The music started up and Molly glanced over.

"I'm glad you're gonna be okay, Wademan."