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SLASH FIC: Little Girl Lost 2/? [Supergirl/X-Men]
Title: Little Girl Lost
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Smallville/Supergirl/Marvelverse
Pairing: Kara/Rogue, Scott/Logan, Bobby/Beast
Warning: violence. language. obliteration of the canon timelines.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, DC comics, or Marvel comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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"Little Girl Lost" is the sequel to "Twisted Fairy Tales," furthering the story of Kara In-Ze, a.k.a. Supergirl as she travels the multiverse searching for a place to belong.
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[ CHAPTER TWO ]
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When Jubilee activated the emergency panic button on her wristwatch, the X-Men were sitting down to a quiet dinner. It was a Saturday afternoon and most of the kids were using up day passes in town, or had scuttled off to wherever teenagers went to in the mansion when they wanted to get away from their teachers and the extra homework they could assign. So everything was peaceful and no one was expecting trouble.
Scott was lifting a spoonful of Logan's patented Firebrand Chili to his mouth when the screen of his watch started flashing Emergency Pattern Alpha. Glancing across the table at Logan, he saw that the other man was in the same predicament, which meant that the emergency was real and the lazy weekend was over for the X-Men.
Allowing himself the luxury of a heavy sigh, Scott was still up out of his chair and out of the dining room in time to beat Logan to the hidden elevator.
"You always gotta be first, dontcha, Slick?" Logan growled, but there was fondness in his words.
Scott shot him a sideways grin, then stepped into the elevator when it opened. "Of course. That's why I always get first pick to be on top... and you always come out on the bottom."
He said it quietly enough that the other X-Men probably didn't hear him as they crammed themselves into the elevator. Though he had a pretty good idea that Jean knew what was going on between him and Logan. Sure, the sex part of their relationship was a few days new, but that didn't mean they hadn't had a lot of "tension" between them for awhile. It was just that the two men were actually doing something about it now, which had relieved a lot of the stress in the situation and allowed them to relax a little.
Even Bobby, the definition of obtuseness, had commented on the new relaxed atmosphere. His words had been: "Glad you guys have stopped measuring your lumps against each other and decided to get along." He didn't know how right he'd been, though they were still "measuring their lumps," just in a different way than he imagined.
Just thinking about Logan's "lumps" made Scott shift a bit uncomfortably waiting for the elevator to reach the secret level. He was glad his glasses hid his eyes, because he was pretty sure they were flaming with more than just optic blasts. Damn, Logan was hot.
The minute the elevator door slid open, Scott was out and jogging toward the suit area. He wanted to slip into his skintight leather uniform as fast as possible. If he got dressed first, then he got to watch Logan's ass disappear into his perfectly conforming suit. It was well worth the price of admission.
Pulling open his locker, Scott yanked out his black leather uniform, with the stylized X utility belt. A palm-sized flat disc with a raised X attached to the shoulder of his suit and acted as a communicator.
Sometimes, looking at the uniforms for the X-Men, Scott seriously had to wonder if Xavier was into S&M. Whips and chains would have gone just a little too well with their suits. Either that or the guy really liked seeing teenagers in skintight leather, as though they all had supermodel bodies.
Scott remembered all the years of Jean's crash dieting and it still made him mad at Charles. Because of these stupid uniforms Jean had ping-ponged up and down the weight scale, obsessing about every single pound she gained or lost. The uniforms for the female members of the X-Men were part of the reason why Scott had finally declared his relationship with Jean over. He just couldn't be a part of her psychosis anymore.
One day she would be completely in love with herself, but the next she would be tearing up her clothes and scratching long furrows in her skin with her vampy red painted nails. It had freaked him out, and he'd quickly gotten tired of being her audience, especially since she wouldn't let him stop her from hurting herself. She would telekinetically hold him at a distance while she screamed and cursed at her reflection and punched and kicked holes in their bedroom walls. It had gotten tired real fast.
Logan wasn't like that. Logan was laid back about a lot of things and was basically just a jeans and flannel kind of guy. Scott might not have liked the flannel so much, but at least Logan didn't go bugshit after he ate a hamburger and obsess about gaining half an ounce. Besides, Scott got more sex with Logan than he ever had with Jean, who was so focused on herself sometimes that the rest of the world could have disappeared completely.
It wasn't like Scott needed to stay with Jean for the kids or anything. Cable, Nate, and however many other people carrying their genetic material around, were pretty much beyond the need for close parental guidance. It was actually a little freaky to come across someone that's supposed to be your son, but have them be older than you.
Scott had given up on the idea of kids. It just never seemed to work out to a happy ending. And at least with Logan he got to snuggle up to someone warm at night, not a cold fish that was constantly either pushing him away or clinging to him like a limpet.
Jean had so many mental hang ups that it was a wonder she didn't implode. Besides, Scott had always had the sneaking suspicion that she had feelings for Charles Xavier that might have been a bit more than a crush.
The thought of Jean writhing around on a bed with Charles was just too creepy. He thought of Charles like a father, and Jean... well, he'd almost married her, and had married her replacement clone, which was just a whole 'nother realm or weird. All of it was just so disturbing and he didn't want to think about how much his life resembled a badly crafted soap opera, with evil twins, kidnapped children, badly crafted villain babble, and illicit sex happening all over the place.
He just wanted to go out there and help save the world. He didn't want to think about the strangeness of the life he lived.
Slipping his uniform jacket on, he grabbed his visor and traded it for his everyday glasses. It was time to get down to business, which meant leaving Scott Summers and his troubles behind while he went out as Cyclops. It felt almost good to be able to let go of his everyday self, and it wasn't like he was just ignoring his problems or anything. He was shelving them for later when he would have the time to really concentrate his attention on them with no distractions.
Snorting a little at his own self-delusions, he slammed his locker shut and turned to face the rest of the team. "All right, here's how it's going to go. I'll take Wolverine, Jean, Storm and Rogue with me to retrieve the girls and find out what had Jubilee so panicked. Beast and Iceman, you two stay here and try to track down all the day passers and make sure none of the kids that were supposed to stay on school grounds didn't sneak off. Let's do this."
"Hoo-ha!" Bobby barked with an irrepressible grin. He was still such a child at times.
When Scott was twenty-three, he could remember being bowed down by the responsibilities the Professor had bestowed upon him. He'd been so wrapped up in the team that the rest of his life had almost completely passed him by, and he hadn't missed it. Sometimes he could almost be jealous of Bobby and his lack of worries, but then he'd think about how much of a knucklehead Bobby was and shudder away from the thought of ever living such an empty-headed life.
"If the Professor was here, I would have him scanning for the kids," Scott said to Jean as they headed toward the landing pad and the waiting Blackbird.
Jean made a tsking sound. "You're always making plans with Charles at their center. When are you ever going to think for yourself?"
Scott masked a sudden flare of hurt and gave her smug face a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. There were times he was glad for the mental shields Xavier had taught him to erect and for the latent gift of empathy that allowed him to guard himself against most psychic readings. He didn't want Jean to know that she'd scored a hit with her bitchy little comment. Sometimes he really couldn’t stand his dependence on Xavier and really had to wonder if he could stand on his own feet.
"You ever notice how Q-ball ain't ever around when you really need him?" Logan drawled from behind them. "Sure, whenever he needs us, we're there to help him out. But when things are on the other foot... he's off at a conference or traveling the cosmos with his alien girlfriend. It's weird, ain't it?"
Scott didn't quite flash the other man a grateful glance, but when they clambered aboard the Blackbird he did manage to brush his ungloved hand against Logan's sleeve.
The Wolverine flashed him a toothy smile, and he felt heat go right through him.
* * *
"Those three are at it again," Storm observed.
Rogue snorted, an indelicate sound. "Ah am so tired o' all their posturin's. If it was up ta me, they would nevah be in the same room with each othah evah again... 'cept maybe for Scott and Logan, and that only 'cause they're having sex like ya wouldn't believe."
"What do you mean?" Storm turned her head to look at the other woman curiously.
Rogue colored a little, but met those interested eyes head on. "Ah heard 'em goin' at it in the equipment room. It was lahk two wild animals in a burlap sack. Got me hot just listenin' ta it. Ah had ta go back to mah room and get out my vibratin' friend, if ya know what Ah mean."
Storm smirked. "I do indeed." She looked toward the front of the plane at where Scott and Logan were seated in the pilot and co-pilot chair, with an angry Jean strapped down in the seat right behind them. "Do you think they really believe that we don't know what is going on between them?"
"They're men, sugah. Their idea of subtle is to have one o' 'em leave the dinnah table five minutes aftah the othah, lahk we don' know what they're gonna do once they get a little privacy. They really don' think we know what's goin' on between 'em, and that's good enough, 'cause that means there's more chance o' catchin' 'em in the act and getting' a full visual."
Storm slapped her lightly on the arm. "You are so bad."
"Ah know." She grinned.
* * *
"I don't know why we always have to stay behind and handle the kids," Bobby complained.
Beast gave him a close-mouthed smile and pushed his glasses further up his face. His inhuman appearance meant that he couldn't wear normal eyeglasses anymore, which meant pinchy straps behind his head. "We got left behind because they don't need us on this mission. Scott didn't want to take the whole team and find out that Jubilee was making a false alarm. Besides, we have to make sure all the children are well, because this is a school and it's kind of important that we have at least a few living students to teach."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "I still don't know why he doesn't make... um... Storm stay behind, or Wolverine."
Beast gave him a disbelieving look. "You're joking, aren't you? Scott ever leave Logan behind?"
Bobby sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Once they started fucking, it was like they were glued together at the hip. It's almost embarrassing to watch."
Beast reached out and ran a hand across the smooth skin of Bobby's cheek. His hands were shaped more like an animal's paw than a man's hand, the backs of them covered in fur, while his palms and fingertips had rough pads for traction. The rasping sound of the pads on his left hand brushing across Bobby's tender flesh was oddly arousing. Beast could feel his penis slip slightly from its sheath, tender pink bulb barely poking out, though no one would notice through the crude canvas trousers he wore.
Bobby's nostrils flared and a secret light sparked in the depths of his eyes. "Later," he said, his voice low, just for them. "We have work to do."
"Yes, later," Beast growled.
Bobby's hand rose to hold Beast's against his cheek for a moment, his fingers brushing lightly through the fur. Then he let go and they got back to the job at hand--went back to being members of the X-Men.
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TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Smallville/Supergirl/Marvelverse
Pairing: Kara/Rogue, Scott/Logan, Bobby/Beast
Warning: violence. language. obliteration of the canon timelines.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, DC comics, or Marvel comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
.
"Little Girl Lost" is the sequel to "Twisted Fairy Tales," furthering the story of Kara In-Ze, a.k.a. Supergirl as she travels the multiverse searching for a place to belong.
=======================
[ CHAPTER TWO ]
.
When Jubilee activated the emergency panic button on her wristwatch, the X-Men were sitting down to a quiet dinner. It was a Saturday afternoon and most of the kids were using up day passes in town, or had scuttled off to wherever teenagers went to in the mansion when they wanted to get away from their teachers and the extra homework they could assign. So everything was peaceful and no one was expecting trouble.
Scott was lifting a spoonful of Logan's patented Firebrand Chili to his mouth when the screen of his watch started flashing Emergency Pattern Alpha. Glancing across the table at Logan, he saw that the other man was in the same predicament, which meant that the emergency was real and the lazy weekend was over for the X-Men.
Allowing himself the luxury of a heavy sigh, Scott was still up out of his chair and out of the dining room in time to beat Logan to the hidden elevator.
"You always gotta be first, dontcha, Slick?" Logan growled, but there was fondness in his words.
Scott shot him a sideways grin, then stepped into the elevator when it opened. "Of course. That's why I always get first pick to be on top... and you always come out on the bottom."
He said it quietly enough that the other X-Men probably didn't hear him as they crammed themselves into the elevator. Though he had a pretty good idea that Jean knew what was going on between him and Logan. Sure, the sex part of their relationship was a few days new, but that didn't mean they hadn't had a lot of "tension" between them for awhile. It was just that the two men were actually doing something about it now, which had relieved a lot of the stress in the situation and allowed them to relax a little.
Even Bobby, the definition of obtuseness, had commented on the new relaxed atmosphere. His words had been: "Glad you guys have stopped measuring your lumps against each other and decided to get along." He didn't know how right he'd been, though they were still "measuring their lumps," just in a different way than he imagined.
Just thinking about Logan's "lumps" made Scott shift a bit uncomfortably waiting for the elevator to reach the secret level. He was glad his glasses hid his eyes, because he was pretty sure they were flaming with more than just optic blasts. Damn, Logan was hot.
The minute the elevator door slid open, Scott was out and jogging toward the suit area. He wanted to slip into his skintight leather uniform as fast as possible. If he got dressed first, then he got to watch Logan's ass disappear into his perfectly conforming suit. It was well worth the price of admission.
Pulling open his locker, Scott yanked out his black leather uniform, with the stylized X utility belt. A palm-sized flat disc with a raised X attached to the shoulder of his suit and acted as a communicator.
Sometimes, looking at the uniforms for the X-Men, Scott seriously had to wonder if Xavier was into S&M. Whips and chains would have gone just a little too well with their suits. Either that or the guy really liked seeing teenagers in skintight leather, as though they all had supermodel bodies.
Scott remembered all the years of Jean's crash dieting and it still made him mad at Charles. Because of these stupid uniforms Jean had ping-ponged up and down the weight scale, obsessing about every single pound she gained or lost. The uniforms for the female members of the X-Men were part of the reason why Scott had finally declared his relationship with Jean over. He just couldn't be a part of her psychosis anymore.
One day she would be completely in love with herself, but the next she would be tearing up her clothes and scratching long furrows in her skin with her vampy red painted nails. It had freaked him out, and he'd quickly gotten tired of being her audience, especially since she wouldn't let him stop her from hurting herself. She would telekinetically hold him at a distance while she screamed and cursed at her reflection and punched and kicked holes in their bedroom walls. It had gotten tired real fast.
Logan wasn't like that. Logan was laid back about a lot of things and was basically just a jeans and flannel kind of guy. Scott might not have liked the flannel so much, but at least Logan didn't go bugshit after he ate a hamburger and obsess about gaining half an ounce. Besides, Scott got more sex with Logan than he ever had with Jean, who was so focused on herself sometimes that the rest of the world could have disappeared completely.
It wasn't like Scott needed to stay with Jean for the kids or anything. Cable, Nate, and however many other people carrying their genetic material around, were pretty much beyond the need for close parental guidance. It was actually a little freaky to come across someone that's supposed to be your son, but have them be older than you.
Scott had given up on the idea of kids. It just never seemed to work out to a happy ending. And at least with Logan he got to snuggle up to someone warm at night, not a cold fish that was constantly either pushing him away or clinging to him like a limpet.
Jean had so many mental hang ups that it was a wonder she didn't implode. Besides, Scott had always had the sneaking suspicion that she had feelings for Charles Xavier that might have been a bit more than a crush.
The thought of Jean writhing around on a bed with Charles was just too creepy. He thought of Charles like a father, and Jean... well, he'd almost married her, and had married her replacement clone, which was just a whole 'nother realm or weird. All of it was just so disturbing and he didn't want to think about how much his life resembled a badly crafted soap opera, with evil twins, kidnapped children, badly crafted villain babble, and illicit sex happening all over the place.
He just wanted to go out there and help save the world. He didn't want to think about the strangeness of the life he lived.
Slipping his uniform jacket on, he grabbed his visor and traded it for his everyday glasses. It was time to get down to business, which meant leaving Scott Summers and his troubles behind while he went out as Cyclops. It felt almost good to be able to let go of his everyday self, and it wasn't like he was just ignoring his problems or anything. He was shelving them for later when he would have the time to really concentrate his attention on them with no distractions.
Snorting a little at his own self-delusions, he slammed his locker shut and turned to face the rest of the team. "All right, here's how it's going to go. I'll take Wolverine, Jean, Storm and Rogue with me to retrieve the girls and find out what had Jubilee so panicked. Beast and Iceman, you two stay here and try to track down all the day passers and make sure none of the kids that were supposed to stay on school grounds didn't sneak off. Let's do this."
"Hoo-ha!" Bobby barked with an irrepressible grin. He was still such a child at times.
When Scott was twenty-three, he could remember being bowed down by the responsibilities the Professor had bestowed upon him. He'd been so wrapped up in the team that the rest of his life had almost completely passed him by, and he hadn't missed it. Sometimes he could almost be jealous of Bobby and his lack of worries, but then he'd think about how much of a knucklehead Bobby was and shudder away from the thought of ever living such an empty-headed life.
"If the Professor was here, I would have him scanning for the kids," Scott said to Jean as they headed toward the landing pad and the waiting Blackbird.
Jean made a tsking sound. "You're always making plans with Charles at their center. When are you ever going to think for yourself?"
Scott masked a sudden flare of hurt and gave her smug face a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. There were times he was glad for the mental shields Xavier had taught him to erect and for the latent gift of empathy that allowed him to guard himself against most psychic readings. He didn't want Jean to know that she'd scored a hit with her bitchy little comment. Sometimes he really couldn’t stand his dependence on Xavier and really had to wonder if he could stand on his own feet.
"You ever notice how Q-ball ain't ever around when you really need him?" Logan drawled from behind them. "Sure, whenever he needs us, we're there to help him out. But when things are on the other foot... he's off at a conference or traveling the cosmos with his alien girlfriend. It's weird, ain't it?"
Scott didn't quite flash the other man a grateful glance, but when they clambered aboard the Blackbird he did manage to brush his ungloved hand against Logan's sleeve.
The Wolverine flashed him a toothy smile, and he felt heat go right through him.
* * *
"Those three are at it again," Storm observed.
Rogue snorted, an indelicate sound. "Ah am so tired o' all their posturin's. If it was up ta me, they would nevah be in the same room with each othah evah again... 'cept maybe for Scott and Logan, and that only 'cause they're having sex like ya wouldn't believe."
"What do you mean?" Storm turned her head to look at the other woman curiously.
Rogue colored a little, but met those interested eyes head on. "Ah heard 'em goin' at it in the equipment room. It was lahk two wild animals in a burlap sack. Got me hot just listenin' ta it. Ah had ta go back to mah room and get out my vibratin' friend, if ya know what Ah mean."
Storm smirked. "I do indeed." She looked toward the front of the plane at where Scott and Logan were seated in the pilot and co-pilot chair, with an angry Jean strapped down in the seat right behind them. "Do you think they really believe that we don't know what is going on between them?"
"They're men, sugah. Their idea of subtle is to have one o' 'em leave the dinnah table five minutes aftah the othah, lahk we don' know what they're gonna do once they get a little privacy. They really don' think we know what's goin' on between 'em, and that's good enough, 'cause that means there's more chance o' catchin' 'em in the act and getting' a full visual."
Storm slapped her lightly on the arm. "You are so bad."
"Ah know." She grinned.
* * *
"I don't know why we always have to stay behind and handle the kids," Bobby complained.
Beast gave him a close-mouthed smile and pushed his glasses further up his face. His inhuman appearance meant that he couldn't wear normal eyeglasses anymore, which meant pinchy straps behind his head. "We got left behind because they don't need us on this mission. Scott didn't want to take the whole team and find out that Jubilee was making a false alarm. Besides, we have to make sure all the children are well, because this is a school and it's kind of important that we have at least a few living students to teach."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "I still don't know why he doesn't make... um... Storm stay behind, or Wolverine."
Beast gave him a disbelieving look. "You're joking, aren't you? Scott ever leave Logan behind?"
Bobby sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Once they started fucking, it was like they were glued together at the hip. It's almost embarrassing to watch."
Beast reached out and ran a hand across the smooth skin of Bobby's cheek. His hands were shaped more like an animal's paw than a man's hand, the backs of them covered in fur, while his palms and fingertips had rough pads for traction. The rasping sound of the pads on his left hand brushing across Bobby's tender flesh was oddly arousing. Beast could feel his penis slip slightly from its sheath, tender pink bulb barely poking out, though no one would notice through the crude canvas trousers he wore.
Bobby's nostrils flared and a secret light sparked in the depths of his eyes. "Later," he said, his voice low, just for them. "We have work to do."
"Yes, later," Beast growled.
Bobby's hand rose to hold Beast's against his cheek for a moment, his fingers brushing lightly through the fur. Then he let go and they got back to the job at hand--went back to being members of the X-Men.
.
TBC...