Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-06 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops), thor odinson |
Who: Emma Frost, Scott Summers, and Thor Odinson.
What: A date, then a sentinel attack
When: Friday evening (the future, woooooo)
Where: around town.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Emma was wearing a sexy dress, as promised. It was a blue that brought out her eyes, and it hugged her curves like a second skin. To amuse Scott, it was also quite low cut. She hummed as she waited to be picked up, checking for the third time that her hair and makeup looked okay. Of course she looked fine, all she had to do was wait for a couple more minutes.
It was unbearable. She paced her apartment, overnight bag (an amusing preparation measure), by the door. “God help me if he’s actually late. I might explode.”
Scott pulled up about three minutes late. Hopefully there'd been no explosions, but he had a good excuse - another box of Godiva chocolates. He was positively going to spoil her, at this rate. Getting out of his car, he walked to the door. His hair was combed neatly, and he wore a brown silk shirt with black pants. He knocked.
Emma waited for three seconds, out of principle, before answering the door. “Ah, hello.” She stepped out the door to kiss him, and spotted the chocolates. She laughed at them. “Again? Well, if you insist.” She still had part of the other box, but she didn’t mind. She’d share them with Jean later if she had to. “I’m ready to go if you are.”
"Wanted to get you something, and I think it's too soon for flowers." He gave her a smile, then held out his arm for her. "If you're ready, I'm ready. I hope I wasn't too late."
She set the chocolates in the apartment, and grabbed her bag. “I don’t think normal timelines apply to this anymore. Thank you. They are delicious.” She took his arm, smiling brightly at him. “You look good. Brown is definitely a good color on you.”
"Thanks," He replied, walking her towards the car. With a wry smile, Scott added, "I hope that means I'm not boring." He opened the car door for her. This was going to be a proper sort of date, and he was a proper sort of gentleman.
She shook her head as she slid in. “Quite the opposite. This has been quite an adventure, so far.” She put her overnight bag in the backseat and crossed her legs. She reached over to make sure his door was unlocked.
Scott climbed into the car, started it, and then started to drive. He was unusually attentive to his mirrors, but otherwise drove like he normally would. "Frankly, I'm surprised that you have time for a life. I know how much work teachers have to go through in order to just keep their students afloat. Not that I mind."
In the darkness, something whirred overhead, following the car.
Emma sighed at that. “That’s a fact. I’ve been trying for years to make sure I have a life, and that my friends have something approaching one as well.” She felt a little guilty, she normally tried to spend Fridays with Jean. “It’s not as bad as some have it, though. Jean’s normally on call, and Pepper rarely gets a day off. At least I can do the most boring part of my work in my pajamas.”
"Pepper Potts?" Scott asked, glancing over at her. "I've had some dealings with Tony." He'd made him his visor, from schematics that Scott had drawn up, and using the glasses as a base for the glass. And then there was the Iron Man side of things. Scott's people, and Tony's people working together when necessary.
That probably didn't need explanation yet.
Emma blushed a little. “So have I, actually.” She suddenly found things outside the window very interesting. This was just a tiny bit awkward.
A wry smirk crossed Scott's lips. He didn't seem surprised in the slightest, nor all that put out. It wasn't exactly like he had a claim on her or anything, especially her past. "I suspect our dealings are quite a bit different."
A thin red beam struck the rear left tire, and the car suddenly flew out of control. It spun out, sideswipping a post on the side of the road, and then came to a rest, facing the way they'd come.
Scott lifted his head from the air bag. "Emma, are you all right?"
A scout sentinel hovered in front of them. Scott reacted, physically shoving Emma out of the car, then flooring the accelerator and ramming into the robot. The car shuddered, then Scott rolled out of the car and dove for cover just before it exploded.
Emma screamed as the car swerved, frightened by the red light. She didn’t even have time to react before she was shoved out of the car, and onto the pavement. She could only sit and watch as a person (no, it couldn’t be a person), got run over by Scott’s car. Emma gasped when it exploded and scrambled to her feet, not sure whether she should run away, or check on Scott.
She decided her best course of action was to call the police and find a safe place to hide. She lost her heels as she scrambled away from the road, into a nearby cafe. All the patrons were looking out the windows, and Emma soon shoved her way to the front, ignoring the concern of the patrons. She knew she was fine. Scott might be dead, and the last thing she ever said to him was ‘I’ve fucked Tony Stark’. That was unacceptable.
Scott pulled himself to his feet. He reached into a jacket pocket, pulling something out. It was his visor. He replaced his glasses with it.
The sentinel was making a bee-line for Emma. It fired into the cafe, blowing up some of the outdoor tables and chairs. Scott ran for the thing, touching his visor. A wide red beam erupted from his eyes, striking the sentinel and sending it crashing into a video rental store.
Scott thought of Wisdom's comments about fire following the X-men wherever they went and smiled grimly. "Hey ugly, it's me you want. She can't do anything yet."
The sentinel burst out of the building. Scott fired another red blast, then turned and ran, and it followed.
Emma really couldn’t believe it when the robot, which it clearly was now, followed her to the cafe. What had been a fearful group was now a fearful mob. The shot into the building only made it worse. She managed to dodge the worst of it, and turned to leave the cafe. She heard Scott’s voice through the broken glass, and felt a moment of joy. He was alive. Thank God. Hopefully nobody had been hurt yet.
She stopped and stared in shock as he fired a laser at the robot. Or something like that. She saw it chasing after Scott, and that didn’t sit well with her. A man was fidgeting with his keys and Emma snatched them from his hands, bolting for the parking lot. The keys went to a Volvo, and (mercifully), there was only one in the lot. “Nobody ruins my dates, goddammit.” She threw herself into the car and tore off after the sentinel. A hatchback sedan wasn’t going to do a whole lot, but she was going to give this thing hell. A plan would come along, she was certain.
Scott had to get the machine some place away from people, and in a place where he could dispose of it later. They had some thermite and could use it to melt the machine down so no one could recover it.
He'd led it into a park. Several of his beams missed, shooting into the air, but several more hit, blowing off parts of the Sentinel. He bounced one shot off a brick wall, banking it into a lightpole, which collapsed on top of it. It only seemed to make it mad.
Emma dodged bits of Sentinel, watching in amazement as Scott shot lasers from his eyes. That was clearly happening. Which she would deal with later, when mortal peril wasn’t a factor.
She sped the car up, intending to ram the Sentinel before it went into the grass and out of feasible reach.
Thor was on his way home from checking out the new site of the upcoming demolitions stunt. Not that he could do it yet, since he was on restriction still, but he could check it out, anyway. The place was rigged to go. Only cameras were in place, really, besides the explosives.
When he spotted what looked like a robot, he was sure it was something from the movie. He changed course to follow and went into the park when they did. When he spotted light beams, and a car about to hit it, he instinctively swerved to block the car, only at the last minute realizing it was Emma Frost in the car.
“What the hell?”
He was driving a much larger off-road SUV, and he hoped this would not go badly...
There was another blast of red from Scott's eyes as he tried to drive the Sentinel towards a pit. It fired back, striking him in the shoulder. He spun and hit the ground hard. Groaning, he rolled out of the way of another blast from the robot.
Emma swerved, but didn’t back down. When Scott was shot, she stomped on the gas pedal and opened the door, hoping she timed things correctly. She did manage to bail out of the car before it hit the Sentinel, and (lucky her), it didn’t explode. She bounced a couple times on the grass, which left her dazed for a moment. Hopefully the damn thing would just die.
The Sentinel turned to shoot at her again, and she scrambled on all fours to put the car between them. The resulting misfire on the Sentinel’s part caused the second car explosion of the evening.
Thor spun out at the man’s side, having seen the man go down, and slammed his door open, holding out a hand.
“Not to quote a silly movie, but get in if you want to live!” he was quite serious, and hoping they could make it to grab Emma and then... and an idea formed.
“I know where we can blow this thing to hell.”
Somewhere, Cameron felt an itch. Come with me if you want to live
Scott climbed in, rolling a window down and firing again. "Anything is good with me. I keep blowing pieces off but it just pulls them back in." He held his shoulder with his hand. "I'd prefer some place we can bury the remains so we can melt them later but I'm not going to be picky right now."
The Sentinel was putting itself back together as Emma got her footing. Well, half her footing. Still, she was in one piece, and that was something. She bolted away from the robot just as it began to look for a target. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized her dress was ruined. For some reason, that was both hilarious and incredibly infuriating. The Sentinel fired, and shot a tree down, which she had already cleared. Thank God for vanity. her morning runs were looking pretty prudent right then.
“How about a quarry with demolitions already set up? We can drop the whole darn thing on it.” Thor jammed his foot on the accelerator. They spin away from the thing and then he glanced around, before he spotted Emma. There she was. “Hang on!”
He jammed it down even harder and the SUV surged after her and over the tree, bouncing as it flew a pace or three. That would kill the car later, but for now, it held together.
he slammed to a halt next to Emma and flung the door open again.
“Climb in. We’ve got a movie to catch.”
And as soon as she was in, he had it aimed off the road and through the trees near the park at full speed.
“There’s a yard, an empty school, and a small farm between us and where we’re headed.”
"I like how you think, Thor," Scott replied. He felt no need to pretend he didn't know the man to some extent, even if he wasn't exactly his Thor. Besides, Kitty had told him about him.
"I'll keep it interested in us. We don't want it to veer off and go after someone else."
Emma climbed into the car and shut the door. “Hello again, Thor. I hope you enjoyed your nuts. Thank you for saving my life. Now move the car, please.” Her voice was totally calm as she scooted over Scott to the backseat. “Let me know if we’re going to die. I want to say something dramatic.”
“Blow the back window if you need to. I’ll replace it later. If the car survives.” Things could be replaced. Thor was too busy remembering how to blow the C4 and others explosives to care about things.
“Hello, Emma. Nice to see you. I did, and you’re welcome. Stay down.”
And he drove, as insane, and as weaving as a man who had done stunt car chases a dozen times for the movies and shows could. He drove in what would be, for someone not planning it, a maniacal style. for him, it was utterly planned.
He slammed through a fence, and across a yard, past a barking dog, the wheels turning as fast as he could make them, and he drove with every ounce of his skill.
“So... robots? Who’d you piss off, Steven Spielberg?””
The back window shattered as Scott blasted it. He crawled into the back and ripped his visor off. Opening his eyes, a gigantic beam shot from them, much larger than before, and widening in an wedge shape as it expanded out the back of the SUV and slamming into the sentinel. He pulled his visor back on.
"That should piss it off." He glanced back at Thor. "Don't know yet, have a friend trying to find that out."
Emma just sat in the most out of the way possible and hoped that when she woke up she would be frantically texting Jean about her insane dream.
“Well... holy crap. Is the friend a woman who walks through walls by chance?” Powers, craziness, and possible computer use? Thor put it together.
“Hang on.” He dodged around the school, and jammed down the accelerator again as they slammed through a gate, and into a lane and across it, passing into a cornfield
Yes, a cornfield.
Navigating by sheer memory, and by the nice built in GPS on the dashboard, he drove hard and fast. “Huhn. Nice corn yield. feel kinda bad about that.”
A blast from the robot thingy drew a huge line near them and Thor swore and then drove faster, the SUV bouncing erratically as they went.
"Yes. She was attacked by one of these things Wednesday but we didn't have any evidence there were more. I can't tell you if someone dreamed them up and built them, or they just appeared one day, like my glasses did."
He gripped the seat as they slammed through a gate. The sentinel followed them, blasting erratically, and setting the corn field ablaze. Scott shook his head. Bristow was going to have a coronary over this one. He really hoped there wouldn't be anything left of it. If there was, they'd need to transport it away from the scene.
He pulled out his cell phone, swiped the screen and keyed in a code. "Their entire purpose is to kill mutants. It wouldn't be hard to reprogram to target non-mutant powered people too."
Emma listened as the other two spoke, but she didn't have anything to say until Scott explained what the sentinels did. Her voice was too loud at first, but evened out quickly. "Why did it attack me?" She didn't look up or at anyone, and didn't truly expect an answer.
“She was? Is she alright?” Worry for his new friend colored his words and face until the next blast and Thor swore, this time in German. “Thing is getting better at this. Stupid programming.” He swore again as the SUV shot out of the cornfield and into the clear, aimed at a small line of trees. “Oh heck. Clear view. The quarry is on the other side of those trees. It’s wired for bear for a movie, with a... well... a really huge amount of plastique and other such things. When we clear the trees, if that damn thing is still chasing us, you two need to get out. I do this sort of thing for a living. Script or no script, I can blow up a giant robot.”
Thor glanced at Emma and at Scott, and then back forward as the SUV bounced off a rock, speeding up in the clear now, the speedometer line nudging well over a hundred and bouncing against the limit of it’s case. “Mutants. People with powers like Kitty talked about? Shit. Like so many people who wake up from these dreams are? That is seriously not good.”
"You probably ticked it off somehow," Scott replied, though he was wondering if it had recognized her. He wasn't sure this was the time to tell her that. Later, when things had calmed down. "She was fine. She disabled it. Like it was tea and cake."
He glanced at Thor, thinking over the plan, and nodding his head. It was dangerous, but it could work. "There's a few of us, yes, with the gene. Not only mutants, but people with powers from other sources."
Scott's tone was grim. There were a lot of implications if there were more sentinels out there.
Thor smiled in relief. “Good. She’s good people. Heck, she’s why I’m not completely losing my shit right now.” He nodded, firmly. If he had not seen powers, first from Kitty, then from Clarice, he would be freaked the fuck out. Even so, a robot was annoying the heck out of his sense of reality.
“Makes sense. .I hope that we can figure out a way to keep this sort of thing from happening again, after this.”
Scott just wished he knew how to make sure it didn't happen again. This was two in three days. There'd be more, he was certain of it now. He'd have to get the agency involved. He still needed to see the damned thing destroyed though, before that. Kitty could share her data.
He didn't trust the Agency enough to let them have tech designed to kill him.
Then a small fence and the trees were headed of them and the Sentinel was bearing down on them. Thor weaved the SUV, then aimed at the biggest gap he could see. “Scott, get emma and jump as soon as we clear the trees. If we’re lucky, the thing wont see you.”
And they were aimed at the fence, slamming through it, and hitting the trees, and there was no time at all left. The SUV slammed into one, killed another, and then they were in the clear and Thor hit the auto button popping the side door fully open. “Now!”
Scott wrapped his arms around Emma, blasting the door with his eyes and kicking them out of the SUV. He hit the ground and rolled, using his body to shield Emma as much as possible as they tumbled. The sentinel sailed past them, all it's focus on the escaping SUV.
Thor swerved the SUV at the Quarry’s edge and the small almost unseen markers there. And then he was falling over the edge and opening his door... or trying to. As the door jammed. He jiggled the handle, then slammed against the door, and realized he was out of time.
“Oh... shit.”
And then the world went white and then dark as the explosions went off, and everything seemed to just fly away from Thor’s mind.
From the outside, the quarry seemed to simply go up like a bomb had been dropped.
Scott threw himself back over Emma as explosions rocked the quarry. There was a sound like thunder, and a shockwave knocked him off of Emma and into a tree. It took him several moments to regain his senses, then he got to his feet and stumbled towards the quarry.
The sentinel's skull had been smashed by a hammer, and the rest of the machine lay scattered in pieces across the quarry. He could see no sign of the SUV. It looked like the whole place had been hit by a bomb.
He backed away and turned to check on Emma.
Emma was slowly wiggling all her extremities, and wishing that she’d gone out for drinks with Jean instead. “Is it dead? Or broken?” Could a robot die? Was now the time to think about that? Finally, she sat up. “Oh hell, he was still in the car, wasn’t he?” She stared at the emptiness between them and the quarry.
Grimly, he nodded his head. He looked up at the sky, then pulled out his phone, dialing an emergency number. "I know someone who can clean up this mess. Thor's tough, it'll take more than this to take him out." At least he hoped so. Thor didn't seem to have his powers yet. But there was the hammer. He sort of looked forward to seeing them try and fail to move it.
Message sent, Scott tried to count the pieces of robot. At least ten larger ones, and it was too perilous to try to get down there himself - even if he'd summoned a ride earlier.
"I'd like to assure you that most dates with me don't go like this, but I'm not sure anymore."
Emma struggled to her foot (her right ankle was not happy, and she didn’t want to bother to examine it). “Well, it was terribly exciting. You have that going for you.” She shivered a little, her face going blank for a moment as she tried and failed to process everything. “Will you tell me what happened in the morning? I don’t think I understand anything right now, and I doubt that will change if you bother to explain.”
He nodded his head. "You need to get your ankle checked out, and I'm going to be answering a lot of questions to someone else tonight as it is. Thor will too, once they dig him out." Scott steadied her, putting an arm around her. "Are you all right?"
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. But I’m probably not hurt very much.” He was warm, so she wrapped her arms around him. “I was so furious I stole someone’s car. I’ve never done anything like that before. And then an actor saved our lives. And then he died. And. . . things blew up.” Emma shook her head. “Can we get a drink after this?”
"How about I stop by your place after I'm done here," Scott replied. "I can put in a good word with the clean up people about the stolen car for you. But they will want to talk to you at some point." He looked back down into the crater, his expression dark. He really hoped he hadn't just witnessed a good man die.
Emma shook her head. “Please take me to Jean’s house. Or Peppers. Or let me stay here. My fish won’t be much consolation, and I’m going to be looking out the window for mad robots all night, now.” She held on just a fraction tighter. “I was so worried you were hurt. Are you hurt?” She moved back, to look him over. “Your glasses are different.”
Oh yeah, he had lasers in his eyes. “I guess I understand why you wear them now, and my disapproval has lessened tremendously.”
"It's a special visor, it lets me control the beams." He was pretty sure he was hurt. His chest hurt a bit and his shoulder stung, but it wasn't anything serious. ".... I'd prefer you stay with Jean, if you're going to stay with someone tonight." She'd understand, and she'd been warned already.
And she could probably tear apart one of those things with her mind.
Emma nodded. “Okay.” She looked around. “Our third car of the evening is also quite dead. How ironic. Thor gets the modern equivalent of a viking funeral.” Her tone was still very neutral and a little out of it.
"I think that fits him nicely." Scott smirked slightly, and tapped something else on his phone. A big black jet suddenly decloaked overhead. They'd gotten those systems working, at least. The weapons had gone offline after a test firing. "I think we can get you to Jean's in style."
It was like there was this whole secret life going on.
Emma looked up at the plane, no longer capable of surprise. “I should call her first. I think she has patio furniture on her landing strip.”