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Tweak says, "Is there fanfic about Tweak?"

minka kennedy // scoot (scoot_) wrote in x_fluff_x,
@ 2008-12-19 23:47:00

Entry tags:

colossus, scoot

Who: Scoot; open
When: Monday, October 22nd, 2007 (2:00 am)
Where: Xavier's; rec room; squishy couch
What: Sick sucks.
Status: in progress
Rating: PG

So she'd spent too long in the wind yesterday... but with the World Series coming, baseball was on her mind. Her fellow players apparently had a stronger resistance to the cold, autumn air. Class was in a few hours and here she was, sitting in the rec room with a box of tissues and the blanket from the foot of her bed.

The TV was on a sports highlight show and she had the volume as low as she could keep it, with still being able to hear. Minka had a headache - and she didn't want to wake anyone. She just couldn't sleep. There was a lot to think about, too. For instance - Shaw Industries' party. Pete had been invited. While she wasn't exactly dying to go, she wasn't sure if she wanted him to go, either. But with out any say in the matter, it made things a little difficult. And she knew he wasn't going to invite her. Not without some hinting or pleading. And she truly didn't want to go. The thought of it made her headache worsen. All those rich jerks in formal wear... weird food. Probably no candy at all.

She sighed and flipped over to a late-night Lifetime movie. It was about a cheerleader. Weren't they always. Back to ESPN. SNEEZE!

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farmboy
2008-12-20 03:34 am UTC (link)

"Bless you," Pete said from the hallway as he entered the rec room with a warm plate of food. He'd just scavenged and heated up the food a few doors down in the kitchen and was looking for a quiet place to eat. The rec room had seemed empty from the hall but upon closer inspection he noticed a tiny 'Minka' inhabiting the couch, wrapped in blankets. That's where the mouse-sized sneeze had come from.

"Do you mind some company?" He asked with a smile as he gestured toward the empty section of the couch. She seemed to be fighting a cold, maybe he could cheer her up. Piotr hated it when people avoided you when you were sick. He didn't want to treat Minka differently just because she was feeling under the weather.

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scoot_
2008-12-20 03:45 am UTC (link)

"Pete!" He had scared her. Minka's head turned despite her sore neck and throat and she watched Colossus' approach. She smiled with her pinkish, chapped lips and shook her head. "I don't mind. Not at all. You couldn't sleep, either?" Late-night wanderers were commonplace at Xavier's. Her voice was a bit raspy, but she still spoke with the usually pace and attentive, enthusastic manner.

Oh, Pete. She nearly swooned as she watched him move to sit. She began gathering her blanket up around her and sat upright fully. "That smells good," she shared, beaming warmly. Literally. Between her mild fever and the flush in her cheeks, she was a regular space heater.

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farmboy
2008-12-20 07:06 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you," Piotr said as he sat next to the Hershey's Kiss. "I have not been to sleep yet." This was Pete's 'fourth meal' as the advertisers at Taco Bell would say. It had been a long day for the Russian.

He gave Minka a sympathetic smile; he didn't like what he heard. Her normally chipper voice was muted by her cold. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asked half-heartedly, Pete knew if she wanted or needed anything she would most likely get it herself. She did everything so fast - she didn't like waiting for other people.

His hand fell on top of the blanket and found her foot nestled in the fabric. He gave it a gentle squeeze and flicked his thumb along the bottom.

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scoot_
2008-12-22 06:06 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't slept?! Poor Pete. But she hadn't either, really. Poor them. "Oh no, I'm fine, Pete. Thanks though. It's not all the time that someone asks if they can get me something. My mom does a lot, though. But I always end up getting her things. Sometimes when I go home it really ticks my little brother off when I go get the mail because I always beat him," she nearly gave a laugh but curbed it at the last second. Her throat felt raw. She smiled despite it and her body seized up when Pete's finger tickled the bottom of her foot. "AH!" A laugh finally came out. She poked him furiously several times, rapid fire. Retaliation! They were light pokes, and probably just a drop in the bucket where Pete was concerned.

She laid back, giving a much needed sigh after a deep breath. "Can you stay and talk to me, Pete?" Minka's eyelids drooped. "It's pretty lonely down here. Sometimes you just need company. I feel alone a lot of the time, y'know." And she'd said more than intended. This was commonplace for the speedster. "I think."

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farmboy
2008-12-22 07:10 pm UTC (link)

Pete did his best to repel Minka's poking while chewing his food. By the time she leaned back, his hands were up near his chest in the universal 'I give up' pose. She was a pistol. "Calm down, little one." Piotr said with a concerned glance at Minka. He could hear the roughness in her throat, he didn't want her to make it any worse.

"Da, of course I will stay." Her cold made her sound even more helpless than normal. Not that Minka was ever really helpless, she just played the part well. "But," he turned to his little rabbit and pointed his fork at her. "Go easy on that throat, and stay wrapped up." Pete had unintentionally used his fatherly tone. His free hand moved out toward her face and pressed the back of it to her cheek. She did feel a lot warmer than usual. "Have you taken anything?"

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