Subject: [OTL]: Atomic (Kitty, Xi'an) [2:6] (Repost) Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 09:20:26 -0800 (PST) From: D Benway Atomic [2/6]: Ground Zero ex Benway This fic borrows some characters from Marvel Comics for not-for-profit use. Note that this only extrapolates from something that Claremont inserted into the latest Mekanix (issue 5, page 9, third and fourth frames). Contains language, but nothing too naughty. Many thanks to Luba K and Sevenall for their editorial comments. _____________________________________________________ "What about this one?" "Magneto." "Which time?" "First time we met. He zapped me good. Blew the nails off two of my toes. One never grew back. See?" "Does it hurt?" "No, it's nothing. My turn. This one?" "Lego." "Who was that?" "I slipped on Nga's Weasley car last month and cut myself on the edge of the kitchen door. You can stop laughing now." "Lego." "Would you like something to eat?" "Not yet." "Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Oh!" "Heh." "You just don't want to have to get up to clean up the wine. It smells like it might have been good." "It wasn't what I was expecting. What would you have done if it hadn't been me?" "A little exercise of my mutant ability, a quick scramble into the jeans and t-shirt I left back here behind the couch. It would have left them shaking their heads for a moment, wondering if they were mad." "I thought I was nuts. I mean, the door's just a little bit open, and then I come in and there you are." "The look on your face!" "The look of you. That was like in a painting, right?" "Olympia, by Manet. I didn't have a black maid or a bouquet of flowers, but I did have the detachable collar from my old uniform and these very comfy pillows from my bed. Being colonized by cheese-eating surrender monkeys has its benefits." "You're brave." "I was frightened." "So was I." "You phased right out of your clothes." "Yeah." "I need a smoke. Do you mind?" "S'okay." "Good." "Those Gauloises?" "Oui." "Lemme." "Tu es sur?" "Aaaack! This is worse than the shit Pete used to smoke." "Oh. I'll put it out." "No. No, I'm fine. Just out of practice." "Am I your first?" "What?" "Am I your first?" "No." "It was Piotr?" "God, no! That never went further than kissing." "Doug?" "His name was Pete." "He smoked." "Yeah. You don't need to put that out. Where are you going?" "I need to put on the food." "Get back here. What's the big deal, all of a sudden?" "Nothing." "Cut the shit. Oh, look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you-" "Am I your first?" "No, there was Pete, there were lots after that. Too many." "You are my first." "But the Prof said, uh-" "Said what?" "Hey!" "What did he tell you?" "He said you took a boat out of Hanoi." "Cochon! Il m'a dit qu'il n'allait pas dire quelqu'un!" "He didn't. He never said anything else." "Then how do you know?" "We guessed. Me and Illyana put two and two together. We saw what happened sometimes when someone touched you. We saw how you used to stare all the time." "We were the only Vietnamese on the boat. The Chinese gave the pirates all their money and us. I did anything they asked, so they wouldn't touch the children." "Oh, Xian." "I couldn't let anyone touch me like that, not again. And I didn't. Not for six years." "Until that fight." "I couldn't let myself. And then I wanted you." "Oh." "I think I've made a most terrible mistake." "No." "How long, Kitty? How long? Until you graduate?" "That's cheap." "Kitty!" "You think I'm so experienced? I didn't have a fuckin' clue what I was doing either! I've never done it with a girl, I've never wanted to, not 'til then. I don't know what just happened, but something did, and maybe I want it to happen again, with someone who maybe trusts me just a fuckin' bit." "I'm sorry." "C'mere. C'mon. C'mon. There. There." "Excusez-moi. Je suis stupide." "Non, non. Tu es belle. Tres, tres belle." "Tu?" "And I mean it." "Vraiment?" "Yeah. Really." "Je t'aime." "Moi aussi. Moi aussi." "I believe that we have severely complicated our lives." "No kidding. But, hey, I thrive on complexity." "But tomorrow-" "-is tomorrow. Your kids are at the sitter 'til morning, right?" "Yes." "So I'm not going anywhere, you scheming minx." "Scheming minx?" "I love it when you laugh." "I love it when you put your hand right there." "There?" "Mmmmm." "Your hair is beautiful." "Oh, tonight." "Atomic." "Oh, atomic!" "Oh!" __________________________________________________