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Tabby was out picking up supplies for the sanctuary--toiletries for anyone who had to stay there, non-perishable food essentials too, and snacks for her and anyone else who might be working there--when Tabby saw her: A blue mutant in this neighborhood that they didn't already know? Well that was about to change.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you," Tabby said when she approached the other woman, tone as pleasant as it could be so she wouldn't spook her. "I just wanted to tell you that you're really beautiful."

pilotpath

Clients canceled on me too late to get a refund, so now my plane is waiting, all fueled up and ready to go with no one to take. Who has nothing to do today and wants to go flying? There's free food on the other end!

phoenixforced

It was all well and good for your friends to be the kind of people who would keep you from unwisely drunk texting, but in some cases, it just wasn't enough. Like if you happened to have a super powerful telepathic brain, for instance. Sure, Jean could have had Rachel be her telepathic backup, but that would have required a level of forethought that Jean was resolutely avoiding these days. Too much stress, not enough fun.

So a warm, laughing voice suddenly filled Logan's mind: "You are a bad influence and clearly rubbing off on me, because a guy just tried to hit on me and I growled at him." Popping up randomly in people's minds was bad psychic etiquette, but Jean was feeling a little void of connection and Logan hadn't complained about it yet.

secondsummers

Alex was shocked to get a text from Jean about her and Scott breaking up, for more than one reason, but he was glad she reached out. Scott certainly wouldn't. He had to cancel plans with Jean-Paul, but it didn't take long for Alex to make his way to Scott's. Slipping into the building after someone else carrying groceries, Alex knocked loudly on the apartment door. No way was he letting Scott pretend not to hear.

phoenixforced

It wasn't entirely conscious, her reaching out to Logan. But even miserable and several drinks in, Jean knew it wasn't a good idea to get drunk alone, and she didn't exactly have a long list of drinking buddies. So if Logan suddenly got a mental image, a vague impression of Jean at the bar with an empty stool next to her, that was okay.

pilotpath

Betsy was on the couch flipping through magazines--work research, absolutely!--when the door to the apartment opened. Brian wasn't even completely inside before she asked, "Who's Meggan?" with a knowing smile. She hadn't even looked up.

She hadn't looked for that information, either. It wasn't her fault the name was practically screaming at her the second he walked in.

frostyfeelings

Emma and Betsy are taking me on a shopping spree, wanna come? Em promised unlimited coffee.

phoenixforced

They'd danced and laughed and drank and Jean couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun. Jean was only a little tipsy by the time they ended the evening, but Logan had made sure she'd gotten home safely anyway.

Jean fell asleep reading a two-month-old issue of Psychology Today in bed and almost immediately began dreaming. It had been some time since she'd drawn someone else into her dreams without realizing it, but her powers reached out to the latest mind they'd been in contact with: Logan's.

They were back on the front stoop of her apartment building, just as they had been in reality only an hour or two earlier. "Forgiven me for making you dance yet?" she asked with a grin.

shedyourskin

Paige got Jay's new address from Mama; he hadn't even told her he was moving back to New York, so she sure as hell wasn't going to give him fair warning that she was coming. He wasn't home when she got there, but she didn't know that. All she knew was that a girl she didn't know answered the door. "Oh! I'm sorry. I must have gotten the wrong apartment. I was looking for my brother, he just moved in."

shedyourskin

Ten minutes. Every day this week, Warren Worthington III had gotten ten minutes of her time on her way into the library, all in the name of getting her recommended daily allowance of sunshine. She'd expected him to get bored, to find someone else to randomly fixate on, but there he was on the steps, as always.

For the first time, Paige sat down next to him instead of standing. She already spent an inordinate amount of time staring down at books, she didn't need to worsen the crick in her neck by having to look down at Warren, too. "Your ten minutes have now started."

sirynserenade

Theresa groaned as she woke slowly, sun seemingly angled to shine directly through her eyelids. She was sore and she grinned as she remembered why. Turning over, she reached for the side of the bed where Wade had been, only to meet empty space. That had her eyes opening the rest of the way, blinking against the light. The dread rose in a wave with each second that passed that she didn't see Wade, sending her scrambling out of the sheets to try to get out of bed.

"Wade?!"

shaketheroom

"Beeeeen!" Tabby called out as she entered the apartment practically bouncing. She'd literally squeed when she'd gotten the text from Johnny that he'd brought someone home from the sanctuary. New friend, someone to help, stuff to do! And this one hadn't even punched Johnny yet!

sunpowered

His first class on Mondays was easily Alex's favorite. Because, rocks!! But also because of Lorna, who always arrived in a rush, always with a roommate horror story. Even if she wasn't beautiful and brilliant, Alex would still be totally fixated on the soap opera of Life With the Evil Twins. What would they do this time? Change the locks again? Use not just the hot water, but all the water, period?

Alex only believed they were real because everything else about Lorna was totally credible.

He still kind of wanted to meet them.

This morning, they hadn't had a chance to share their usual twin update - Lorna had been late, and the work had been so absorbing they'd just talked about the lab instead - but as they walked out together, Alex turned to her with a grin.

"Let's go to that coffee cart, drink all the coffee, and you tell me about your weekend and morning with the rich bitches."

frostedheart

Emma was having second thoughts about the restaurant. It wasn't the nicest one in her Upper East Side neighborhood, but it was a nice restaurant on the Upper East Side. She might know people inside it; it might alienate Cordelia.

But Emma liked it here, found something soothing in the crispness of its lines, its bright whites and long windows, its sense of space. Emma never wanted to feel suffocated.

She still had no idea how Cordelia really was. If she was as fine as she claimed. If she needed something. Maybe Emma wouldn't mind if Cordelia did need something. She had missed her; she had worried. Emma wanted her sister. Maybe that was a bridge too far, but Emma didn't want to remove the option entirely.

She also didn't want to affix her heart to her sleeve if Cordelia wasn't better.

But Emma was hopeful.

She sat, a glass of wine in hand, and scrolled through her phone, answering an email or two.

frostyfeelings

So, I'm going to go have lunch with Emma. You need to call me like an hour into it to make sure I'm still alive, okay?

frostyfeelings

Dear Emma,

I didn't know how best to get a hold of you, so I figured this would be the safest bet.

I thought it was only fair to let you know that I'm back in New York. I'm not looking for anything from you, so you don't have to worry about that--not that you'd ever let someone see you sweat. I just thought it was fair you heard it from me first.

I put all my contact info at the bottom of this letter, in case you're interested. If you're not, that's fair. I don't have any expectations of you, and I don't mean that as an insult. I'm just trying not to make assumptions or take anything for granted.

I hope you're well, and I do mean that.

Your sister,
Cordelia

alt_ernative

"Hi Mrs. Kaplan, is Billy home?" He didn't care that it was like he was 16 all over again. He didn't care that she must be beyond shocked to see him standing at the door--did Billy ever tell her what happened, really, or had she been in the dark like Teddy? All he cared about was getting down the hall to Billy's room without running away or spontaneously combusting or turning into a duck.

Teddy opened Billy's door without knocking, shutting it again, locking it. They were old enough now that there were no longer rules against being alone together, they'd been alone together for years, it was too late to take any of that back. But even if they weren't, it wouldn't matter. He'd take any punishment or scolding they could throw at him if he could just get out what he needed to say.

"I don't care if it's real, okay? I believe that it's real, more than I've believed in anything else, but in the end it doesn't matter. I want it anyway. I want you anyway."

alt_ernative

So how was it that you kept your heart and/or brain from exploding when your girlfriend suddenly showed up in New York again? You know, just out of curiosity.

quicksilvery

They were supposed to be finally free. They were supposed to be fine. No spectre of their father hanging over their heads. No need to repress their love. No need to be anything except their perfect, uncompromising selves.

Pietro was supposed to be finally, finally able to love Wanda with all the fierceness of his wretched heart in their own home.

But Lorna, their father's fucktoy/mentee/imaginary daughter, was in their home. Their safest place. Their only place.

He thought he might go mad.

He was lying facedown on the couch, one hand tapping by his side - so fast that it was nothing more than a soundless blur - waiting for Wanda to come home from class, for their precious hour or so before Lorna would show up.

thenorthstar

Jean-Paul is having the worst year of his entire life. And he has had some terrible years. He thought there would never be anything worse than the year his sister was tortured, saved, and then begged to come home to hide where she felt she belonged - just when Jean-Paul was trying to make a life in New York.

But things had gotten better. Jeanne-Marie was stronger, sometimes. And Jean-Paul had found the purpose he'd always longed for in sports. Skiing suited his mutation but didn't totally draw from it; it was like he finally had a way to channel this thing he couldn't bear to live with.

And he did it. He won gold.

And he was outed as a mutant, stripped of his medal, and all but exiled.

Jean-Paul didn't know how to come back from it; his pride was too great for this blow.

So, New York. Again. So, museums, and coffee alone, his sister too afraid to venture out unless she was too comfortable to venture out.

Usually the park wasn't his thing, but there he was at Madison Square Park, relishing the brisk chill of oncoming fall, idly watching squirrels, clutching a cup of (bad) coffee. Trying to learn to be still.

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