Who: Velma & Logan What: An interesting and slightly painful discovery When: 9/10 Where: Their new house in Anaheim Rating/Warning: PG Status: Complete
Velma had been napping off a nauseous spell when she’d woken up abruptly. She felt weird, but it wasn’t a sick weird, which was novel in itself. Her half-awake state was broken up by a loud thunderclap - apparently it was going to rain - and she jumped.
However, when she jumped, she heard a weird noise; it sounded like a brownout. Was it her imagination or was the world tinged vaguely yellow right now?
“Logan?” Velma called. “You around?” She tried not to sound rattled.
“Yeah?” Logan stepped out of the bathroom wearing little more than a towel. He grinned at her. “Scared of the lightnin’?”
“Not as such. Just scared me because it woke me up. But you’re going to think I’m nuts.” Velma closed her eyes. “When I was freaked out, I swear the world glowed yellow a little bit.”
“....” Logan looked at her, dropping his towel. He bent over to pick it up, then sat next to her. “How do you feel?”
“Okay now. I was freaked out before. But things don’t look yellow anymore.” Velma couldn’t entirely restrain herself from appreciating the view when he dropped his towel. “You are naked in glorious technicolor.”
He tossed the towel aside, grinning at her. He could give her a show all she wanted!
She grinned. “I do love you. But seriously, I’m not like ... glowing or anything. Am I?”
“Kinda. You’re pregnant.” He leaned in to kiss her.
“That isn’t actually what I meant.” Velma chuckled, sighing against his mouth. “But ten points for saying the right thing. Christ, I’ll be glad when the sick part is over and we get to the horny part.” She wondered if Logan knew that, that there’d be a horny part of the pregnancy.
“The horny part is gonna be aw-” Logan suddenly shot back and crashed into the wall. He hit the ground, and a picture fell onto his head.
“Jesus, are you okay?” Velma’s eyes had bugged wide. She came over to kneel next to him. “What the hell?” There was fear buzzing through her now.
“What the fuck,” Logan said. He looked at her, blinking his eyes clear. “You’re kinda...there’s shimmery around you.”
“Everything’s yellow-tinted again!” Velma had to work to keep her calm. “What do you see?” No use panicking right now; she just worried it might hurt the kid, more than herself.
He lifted his knuckles, and rapped on the air. Then he poked the air, and his claws were deflected to the side. “Huh.”
Velma saw him unsheath his claws, and flinched just barely when he poked the air in front of her, but nothing happened. “It’s like a ... force field.”
“Yeah. What the fuck.” Logan tapped it again. “That’s fucking...what the fuck.”
“Where the fuck did it come from?” Velma really was trying to remain calm, but it was difficult. She wanted to be able to touch her man without this shit getting in the way.
“I don’t know.” Logan scrunched up one eye as he thought about it. Spontaneous mutant powers? Was that a thing now? It could be a thing. “It’s like someone I know.”
“Oh? Who? Are they here?” Yes. Good. Information was never a bad thing.
“No, she’s not. Sue’s a good woman though. Her husband is an ass.” But not many people even liked Reed Richards anymore.
Logan wasn’t her husband, but a lot of people could say that exact sentence about Velma. “What do you know about her ... power, I guess?” It sounded fucking weird ascribed to her.
“Force fields an’ invisibility. Could bend light around her body and some other people she might be touchin’. Both are really handy.” She also looked damn good in spandex.
“I would think so.” Velma shrugged. “i don’t think I’m fucking invisible - am I? - but that force field seems to make sense. I mean, if you’re bending light, it’s going to look shimmery. Right?” Just, where had she learnt to do that?
"I'd only be able to smell you," he replied. Logan had an expression like he was only mildly irritated. There were worse things you could manifest.
“The question is, how do I turn the fucking thing off.” Velma made a face. She had to laugh a little. “I was feeling so excluded because I didn’t have any powers.” She wondered if this had just spontaneously appeared in response to that wish. Weirder things had happened in this county.
“Don’t ask me, my shit never turns off.” He sheathed his claws. “Shields are versatile. There’s the obvious kinda shit an’ then there’s what you can do if you’re clever.”
“Well, it better turn off, I want to be able to touch you. Especially during the horny part of the pregnancy.” Velma made another grumpy face. But she was interested in the other part of his statements. “What do you mean, versatile?”
Logan looked at her, then got to his feet and padded over to the bed. He picked up a pillow and held it up. “Pretend this is a shield.” He whapped it against the lamp, sending it flying. “Pretend that’s someone’s head.”
“Fair point.” Velma nodded, amused. “I don’t know, come at me.” That would scare her enough to put the shields up. “I’m starting to think that maybe it happens when I’m scared?”
Logan didn’t let her finish that sentence before he was launching at her like some feral beast. He just hoped she could handle seeing him like that.
Velma reacted immediately, flinching noticeably and bracing for the worst. But instead of being cut, being hurt, she heard a dull thud.
Logan slid down the forcefield, a bit like a bird that smushed into a window, complete with scraping sound.
“Holy shit.” Velma felt herself shaking a little, trying to calm down now that the threat was over.
“Not bad.” Logan rubbed at his nose, then fixed it because it was broken.
She didn’t answer right away, instead trying to will herself calm. Eventually, she opened her eyes and was pleased to see that the force field was mostly gone. At least, the world seemed colored right. “You okay? I think it’s related to when I’m scared.”
“...sorry.” He looked sheepish and worried and let there be space between them.
“Oh, don’t do that, I told you to come at me.” Velma wrapped her arms around him.
He manpouted at her anyway. “Not a side o’me I like you seein’.”
“I’ve always known it’s been there.” Velma said. She shrugged. “Hon, you would never raise a hand to me in your right mind. And maybe this is meant to be a help - that if, God fucking forbid, something happens to you or somebody tries to hurt me because of you - these shields might save me. Or the baby.” She couldn’t help it; she got a damn lump in her throat thinking of anything happening to this baby.
“You’d be surprised how often not in the right mind happens with me,” he pointed out, putting his arm around her. “Personally, really glad you got somethin’ like this.”
“I think it can probably help if I can control it.” She kissed his jaw, swallowing a little to get her calm back. “Still love you, sorry. You’re stuck with me.” It was teasing, not the terror she’d felt a few weeks ago.
“Good.” He smirked at her, like he had a secret.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Velma kept leaning on him, mostly because she could. “You know anyone who has force fields who’s here?”
“..not really.” He shook his head. “ Lorna maybe, but hers would be different.”
“Maybe I’ll just have to watch horror movies and scare myself.” Velma shrugged, amused in spite of herself.
“That shit ain’t scary,” Logan snorted. “What’s your fears?”
“You’ll laugh.” Velma looked away.
“Talk.” He poked her in the belly.
“Hey!” She poked him a little harder, looking grumpy. “Fine, dammit. And don’t poke any lower.” She looked down. “I fear normal shit like dying, most people do, but I also fear losing you.” She sighed. “I also get scared of losing this kid. And I also get scared that my dad could somehow pull me back home ... like, I don’t even know, the psychiatric hold he put on me was over a decade ago. It’s long since gone.”
“You aren’t goin’ to lose any of us. But use that fear, use that…” He kissed her forehead. “Use it to strengthen your resolve. That’s what you need.”
“I can’t think about losing you; I’d just curl up in a ball and die.” Velma was blunt. “But maybe thinking about my dad.” Even as she said it, she had to work to not let her calm desert her. Spending too much time in a mindspace where she might lose the man she loved and their unborn child would drive her out of her Goddamn mind.
Logan didn’t say anything to that. He had some of the same reactions to the idea of losing her, and he never knew how to deal with that. Except bury his head in the sand.
Eventually she just shrugged. “I kinda hope it stays. And I kinda hope it doesn’t. Either way if you wind up flying across the room again, I am really sorry.” She smiled a little, burrowing against his chest.
"Eh. I deserve it sometimes." He smirked, then kissed her. He felt a sort of relief.
“Only sometimes.” She murmured, before kissing right back.