Who: Silver & Torrent What: a little chat When: Thursday, March 20th, 2008 (afternoon) Where: Xavier's; rec room Status: complete Rating: PG
Silver had actually fallen asleep waiting for Troy to show up. Her relief had shown up to watch over Mr. Beaubier pretty soon after Troy had headed down. Still she had waited. However by the time he had shown up she had been way too tired to talk to him. He had shown her to her room as promised, then she had crashed. Now she was wandering around the school looking for him again. Ever since the fight Troy had been hanging around here somewhere.
"Pssssst." Troy was packing up his guitar after Will had trotted off to feed his face. Neither of them had been eating much - mostly out of protest. He had said he planned to catch up, but he saw Diana stalk past the door of the rec room and he smirked at the purposefulness of her strides. "Hey doll," he said, after he was sure he had her attention. He busied his hands and eyes with his instrument and waited.
She scowled at him. "Not a doll. Don't even like dolls." She sidled into the room. "But I was kind of looking for you."
He grinned, "I like dolls." After the somber talk he'd just had with Xavier, he wasn't in the teasing mood. So, instead of making a remark like 'of course you were', he settled for raising his chin with interest and asking, "What's on your mind?"
Ok, now this was the hard part. She had so much she wanted to talk to him about and had little idea of where to start. She KNEW some of it would piss him off. "Well, you know I trust you, right? And I guess... I just wanted to talk some stuff out with you. Cause sometimes that helps." She wasn't very comfortable with sharing, especially personal stuff, but Troy was one of the few people that she could bring herself to talk about what was bothering her.
She huffed and slumped into a backwards facing chair. She leaned against the back. "And it's not all good stuff, so if this is a bad time, just let me know. It can wait." She wasn't sure if he was feeling better about whatever happened in the fight.
"I'm all ears," he responded, almost immediately. Troy eased the guitar and case onto the ottoman it had been sitting on before and returned his butt to its seat in his chair. He scooted it across the carpeted floor toward Diana. "Not as much as Scott," he added, then pushed his index fingers up behind his ears to make them stick out more than was natural. His face grew more serious and he rested his elbows on his knees. "Can't be too bad, huh? Hit me."
Troy could always make her smile. "You're terrible." For making fun of Scott's ears. She started to nibble on her fingernails. The claws had gone away but she knew they would be back soon enough. She took a deep breath and began as best she could. "I kind of mentioned that I've found out some new things about my powers..." She was chewing on her lip now. "I just, well, I didn't mention why or how or anything like that."
Troy quirked an eyebrow and leaned forward conspiratorially, "Go on..." Silver was still young, and these things happened. From word of mouth (how else?) he caught on that she had helped bring Jean-Paul in. In fact, he had forgotten to give her a tongue lashing for that one. But she was alive and well and he was in a good mood, so he wouldn't bring it up. Especially not when she looked so concerned. "You didn't start shooting lasers out of unmentionable places, did you?"
She blushed. "No, nothing like that." She scuffed her feet against the floor. "It's just, well, you know how I can only teleport to some places? I was doing... something," She didn't have the courage to mention just what she had been doing yet. "and I realized that I can kind of feel the stuff around me that's in the moonlight too. Though there's this kind of black area where I can't go, and it kind of freaks me out. That's why I didn't go where I was supposed to. Leaving the moonlight and going into that black area with Darkseekers attacking?" She shuddered at the memory. "Wasn't going to happen."
The fact that Diana seemed a little nervous about divulging the factoids about her newfound abilities meant that Troy was probably the first person she was bringing any of it up to. He wouldn't ask if she'd spoken to Jean or the Professor yet. He nodded though, trying to picture what she was saying in his mind. "You know, when I'm someplace that's really dry, I feel like I'm suffocating. And like I'm helpless. I get where you're coming from."
She tilted her head as she processed the new information. It made sense. She relaxed a bit. "Yeah, it was kind of like that. Not suffocating, just like walking into ... well into a trap I suppose. At night, and I guess I didn't realize it until now, but I feel free. I can go anywhere anytime. I can always get away. I'm safe." She was feeling better, Troy seemed to understand, but she hadn't told him the worst part yet. The part that would piss him off. "But in the dark areas I'm trapped again, powerless, unable to get away. Being underground only makes it worse... what with..." She shook her head. "I'm completely getting off track now." She scuffed her feet again. "Cause I didn't just want to talk about my powers. I wanted to say I was sorry." Oh, he was going to be so pissed off with her, she just KNEW it.
Troy's eyes shifted from side to side as she bounced around different topics. He a twang of sympathy when she described the helpless feeling she got, and his brows knitted together when she apologized. "What for? What's goin' on?"
Time to bite the bullet. "I found out that stuff I was telling you about when I was... well when I was..." She winced and forced herself to say. "When I was kind of stalking Sabretooth." She hunched and waited for the explosion.
... Troy gave an exaggerated squint, as if he wasn't seeing correctly, and his hand went back to his ear for the second time and his pinky rattled around as if to clear things up. Why the HELL would someone stalk that 7-foot version of Scar? "What the hell," he leaned back, exasperated and befuddled, "are you thinking? How close are you getting to him?! You're not talking to him, are you?"
She immediately shook her head. "No! I haven't talked to him at all, I was just trying to figure out why he looks so familiar." The talking was coming a lot quicker now. "I've been keeping far enough away he can't reach me and staying out of sight... and I figured out to stay downwind." She wanted to explain it all. "I KNOW it was dumb, but I can't get it out of my head. Ever since we saw him when we went out that day. I froze cause I was sure I knew him, but I KNOW I haven't seen any pictures of Sabretooth before then cause I didn't know HE was Sabretooth. Then I heard he was here, and I TRIED not to think about it, but it kept bugging me. So, I though I'd just get another look and I could figure it out, but it was all a waste. I didn't figure out anything. I'm really, really sorry."
Troy let out a long, calming breath through his lips and closed his eyes for a few moments during her response. "Diana, I know there are people here who have way more say in what you should and shouldn't be doing. But I don't want you to do that again. He's dangerous. I don't care what Xavier or Magneto tells him to do, he's fucking crazy." He leaned forward again and put his fingers under her chin so she'd look him in the eye. "You didn't even ask someone about him first, did you? You have some issues with independence, little girl." His hand lowered back to his knee, "We can go look at his files, huh? Maybe that'll help. But you have to promise me you won't hang around him."
Diana tried her best not to cry. "I know, I know. It's just... I'm used to having to look after myself, figure things out myself, and everyone's been so busy." Even before her mother had tried to kill her, necessity had made her pretty independent. Just the way it was in a single parent home. She had even had to figure out her powers mostly on her own. Diana nodded. "Ok," She sniffed. Looking at his file, well that was a simple answer, that she couldn't have done on her own. She didn't have access to those files. "Sounds like a good idea, and I have no plans to 'hang out' with the guy. Don't think he's the type for popcorn, bad monster movies and girl talk." She tried to joke.
Troy gave her a deadpan and stuck his tongue in his cheek before finally giving in and shaking his head. "Don't you gimme that 'busy' crap, by the way. You know I just sit around." He grinned at last and sighed. "He is a bad monster movie."
"You have anything else to spill, chica? I'm pretty much back at square one." His hands folded together and his shoulders relaxed while he looked across at Silver in wonder. She was nuts. He dug that. But he had to make sure she didn't get herself killed.
"Well, NOW you do." Before he had been busy with guarding and such. She shrugged. "There's just that other thing, but it's kind of new... and I'm not even sure how I did it or anything." Might as well get everything out. "You know when I, um, er.. ported Mr. Beaubier in? Well that was something. I found out I could port other people which I had sort of been working on. But, I SAW him in trouble before that." She shook her head. "And I was inside, but I saw this image of him hitting that tree when I was sitting and waiting and worrying about you guys." She waved her hands in exasperation. "I have no idea how it happened."
"You 'saw' an image? In your head? Something like Artie? Or?" Troy was puzzled. Was it some sort of precognition?
She shook her head. "No, at least I don't think so." She remembered something else from that night. "I was looking at my reflection and I touched the image. My... claws sunk in, like warm butter. There was no resistance at all. Then... then instead of myself, I saw Mr Beaubier."
"Whoa. Damn." Even more puzzled. "That's so weird. You were totally blowing my mind. This is some stuff the Professor or Emma needs to hear about. Or, Mars. I wonder if he could explain it, or knows about it. That's really freaky." He wasn't disturbed or put off, so he smiled a promising smile. "In a good way, I think. I mean. Jean-Paul might be on the bad end of a buffet now if you hadn't done what you did."
"I'm kinda honored," he smirked and reached for her hand, then gave it a squeeze. "But I guess those other guys are kind of intimidating. I'm sort of a goofball." He grinned widely and winked. "You'll be fine. You're not dead yet and it looks like you're doing better all the time."
She sighed. "Yeah, I suppose, but it just seems like they have more important things to deal with than my little freaky issues." She stood up. "But I suppose if you think I should..." She glanced over. "And we're still up for checking out those files, right?"
"Yes ma'am. I'm gonna eat, but my evenin's clear." He stood and went back to his case, then slung it over his shoulder. "Whenever you're ready, we'll head downstairs and see what we can see."
Diana smiled. "Sounds like a plan to me." She was feeling much better about everything. It was just so good to get that stuff out, and Troy didn't react as badly as she feared. To think, she had been putting this off because she had been so worried about his reaction. Now everything was looking like it was going to turn out just fine.
"If you're hungry, I have Will working on some subs, girly." Troy told her, then moved for the door, "But you might've already known that," he teased, hinting at her mutation. "Offer's on the table."
She pfft. "It's daylight. I can't do anything cool right now." She lightly punched his arm. "But I'm all for the food."