My test thread. No posting, please.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

Text Looks Like This.
"Speech Looks Like This"
Thoughts Look Like This.

In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before .

Cause I can feel you breathe,
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you.

Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?

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In a way [b]I[/b] know [b]my[/b] heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than [b]I've[/b] ever felt before .[/size][/color][/align][align=center][img]http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae71/GaiaMarvel/PKLove.jpg[/img]
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Cause [b]I[/b] can feel [b]you[/b] breathe,
It's washing over [b]me[/b]
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Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?[/size][/color][/align]

[Ultimate Cyclops]

If it weren’t for the odd, awkward angle that their necks were placed at, Kristen would have liked if the kiss had lasted longer. The way she was positioned in the seat that Jean had so kindly pulled out for her and the way she twisted her neck so that the redhead would be slightly more comfortable as their lips came together pulled at the muscles in the back of Kristen’s neck and upper back, making for a mildly painful situation. She smiled as the sixteen-year-old pulled away and spoke, watching over her shoulder as she slipped off her gloves and placed them on the table. She let her hands gently rub around the older mutant’s abdomen as she leaned forward and took a sip of her drink, tightening her arms around her once again when she finally leaned back. Her ruby-quartz covered eyes stayed locked on Jean’s face as she spoke, mentioning that the way they were sitting “couldn’t be very comfortable” for the brunette. Obviously unknown to the other girl, Kristen was actually very comfortable. But there were other ways that her second in command could sit in her lap that might make her feel better, so Cyclops decided to switch up the position.

“It’s very comfortable,” she argued truthfully, “but I can make it more comfortable.”

That said, Kristen used her right arm to reach down and gently grabbed the outside-facing side of Jean’s left knee and let her free arm hold onto the redhead’s back. She carefully pulled her girlfriend’s legs to the side, making sure not to let the blades on her shoes cut either of them, and swung them over the side of her own so that the telepath was sitting sideways on her lap with the side of her shoulder against the front of the brunette’s. Both of her muscular limbs wrapped around the thin waist of the older teenager, hugging her body closer, unable to hide the huge smile on her face. In fact, she’d given up—at least for right now—on hiding any kind of happy expression when she was around the other girl. It had proven completely useless the last few months because, there was no doubt about it, Jean brought out the absolute best in her. She was the personified version of the “light at the end of the tunnel”, the sole reason for her existence, the one person who kept her going even when she felt like she couldn’t. Cyclops leaned forward, holding onto Jean with one arm as she grabbed her cup off the table with her other hand. She brought the plastic container to her lips and took a few sips before she sat it back down beside her girlfriend’s. Then, she let her head drop forward, her forehead resting against Jean’s upper arm, ”Better?”

She looked up then, rising slightly in her seat so that she could place a few gentle kisses on what she could reach of the older teenager’s collarbone and neck. She let her hand trail up from the redhead’s waist, gliding it up and down her side lightly. Once she’d done that motion a few times, she let her hand slide down to the outside of the sixteen year old’s thigh, rubbing lightly and occasionally letting the tanned appendage slide over the top of her leg as well. Her full lips caressed the skin of the pale neck before them very lightly, her hand retracing all its previous paths around Jean’s thigh and up her side much slower this time.

She was painfully aware that they were being looked at, but she figured that she might as well start learning to completely tune it out or deal with it. Once they outed themselves at prom, they would be getting those looks in places other than in public. Of course, that depended on how the other mutants took the sudden news. Surely not all of them would be opposed to it, some of them had to be open-minded. In fact, logically they all should have been open-minded, what with them all being mutants and knowing exactly what it feels like to be discriminated against. Unfortunately, she already knew that they wouldn’t be so lucky, that some of their peers would probably turn hostile towards them. All the two of them could really do was hope for the best and prepare for the worst, and be there for each other no matter what the outcome turned out to be. If their fellow students turned out to be opposed to the idea, Kristen would be there day and night to make sure that Jean wasn’t ridiculed in any way, to wrap her strong arms around her and protect her as if it was what she was born to do.

In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before .

Cause I can feel you breathe,
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you.

Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?

[Ultimate Cyclops]

J o n n i e A b i g a i l S t o r mxxaka
______N☀O☀V☀Axof the Fantastic Four


[How you gonna be talkin' shit...]
Thinking: Blahblahblah

[You act like I just got up in it...]
Doing: Blahblahblah

"All right, I'm here, let's make this quick,
I've got a lot of places to go today.
Oh wait -- I don't go anywhere!"

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✰✰✰xxText "Talk" Think

『I'm with the Fantastic④, but they'd probably tell you otherwise.』

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[Ultimate Cyclops]

Every breath that I breathe is for you...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEvery punch that I take is for you...

I can't help but wonder what's wrong with me.
Why aren't I good enough for you?
Why can't you see that you're all I've ever wanted?

”Uh, no, you just cheated!” Kristen protested, waving the PlayStation remote in the air. She was propped back against the pillows of her bed, one leg crossed over the other with Jean lying right beside her as they fought—or rather, raced—on the popular gaming console.

”I won that fair and square, you’re just jealous,” Jean replied to the accusation with a smile, one that only furthered the slightly younger female’s suspicion that foul play was at work. Kristen knitted her eyebrow together, her lips wrinkling into a small “o” shape as she started up another round of the game. Jean could cheat all she wanted to, Cyclops had a plan of her own that the redhead wouldn’t even see coming. She uncrossed her legs, instead bending them at the knees and bringing them closer to the rest of her body as she leaned to the side, her body resting against that of the older mutant’s. Moments later, they were in another heated race that was definitely going to be close. At least, it would have been if Jean hadn’t sat the controller down on the wrinkled bedspread and forfeited. The brunette looked over at her fellow X-Man, her questioning gaze hidden beneath her required shades as the telepath leaned up and threw one of her legs over to the other side of Kristen’s body, pulling herself up so that she was straddling the leader of the X-Men’s hips. Confused, the optic-blast shooting teenager looked directly at the other girl, her hands falling onto her thighs and—

Needless to say, Kristen Danielle Sparks was definitely surprised when she was jolted awake by the rapid movements of Jean’s bouncing body on top of her own. So surprised in fact, that she let out a noise that could not properly be identified with any known word in the English language, landing somewhere between a yelp, a moan, a groan, and an inaudible word that even she didn’t know. It wasn’t the first time that she’d woken up in such a position, but that didn’t make it any less startling when it did happen. Her strong hands instinctively grabbed the telepath’s petite waist, her thumbs gently rubbing in small circles over the part of her abdomen that she could reach without straining her hands. Though, when she realized what she was doing she quickly pulled her hands away and reached over, pressing the big, square button on the top of her alarm clock to ensure that it didn’t start blaring despite the fact that she was already awake thanks to a certain fellow mutant. But, so what if she was up a little earlier than she normally roused herself? She had been woken up by her best friend, so that made the early wakeup call work it. She then put her hands against the mattress on both sides of her body and pushed, maneuvering herself into a sitting position so that she was eye-to-eye with the beautiful redhead straddling her.

”I’m up, I’m up!” she laughed, reaching behind her and propping the pillow up against the wooden bed frame before she leaned backwards against it and crossed her arms over her chest. She shifted her body underneath the other seventeen year old’s and smiled at her, resisting the natural urge to put her hands back on her waist, ”You gotta warn me before you do that, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

An angel is like you, and you are like an angel...

[Ultimate Cyclops]

J o n n i e A b i g a i l S t o r mxxaka
______N☀O☀V☀Axof the Fantastic Four


[How you gonna be talkin' shit...]
Thinking: Blahblahblah

[You act like I just got up in it...]
Doing: Blahblahblah

"All right, I'm here, let's make this quick,
I've got a lot of places to go today.
Oh wait -- I don't go anywhere!"

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✰✰✰xx”She said what?!” Jonnie shrieked, throwing her arms out in front of her. She could not believe her ears. Her sister, Susan Storm the Invisible Woman, was being held prisoner in some kind of jailhouse for “superhumans” and nothing was being done about it? Kristen Sparks, Cyclops, the leader of the ******** X-Men was going to sit on her a** and let someone else handle it? What the ******** was she thinking? Yeah, the two of them were nowhere near friends, in fact one could die and the other probably wouldn’t give a s**t, but did the laser-shooting b***h really want to punish the entire Fantastic Four just to get at her? She had some God damn nerve. And Jean wasn’t doing anything about this? Jean wasn’t going to convince her girlfriend into putting aside her petty differences to save an ally? Jonnie Storm could not believe this, ”She’s seriously going to send help and not tell you who the ******** that it was?!”

xxxxxx”Jonnie, calm down, I trust that Cyclops knows what she’s doing. You don’t trust her because of your ridiculous little rivalry. You have to think about Susan, not yourself! I’m sure that Cyclops is doing the same!” Reed argued, his tone firm and serious as his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

xxxxxx ”Bull. s**t. She’s doing it to get at me because she knows how close I am to Sue. I’m going to talk to her,” Jonnie growled, then turned on her heels. She stalked into the room that she stayed in, ignoring the warnings that Reed was shouting at her as she walked away. She stripped out of her clothes, pulling on her uniform and zipping it up all the way to her neck. Without a word to Mr. Fantastic, she exited out of her room and made her way out the building in which she resided in. He wasn’t going to stop her from doing this, there was no way in hell. If he wanted to sit back and let Cyclops recklessly deal with this and let Sue get hurt, then fine. He could deal with his conscience later. But Susan was her sister, her only remaining relative—that she knew of—and she wasn’t about to let anything happen to her at Cyclops’ careless hands.

xxxxxx ”Goodbye, Reed,” She sighed, throwing her hand up and waving it in the air without turning to look at him. As soon as she was out of the large building, Nova ignited herself and the air around her, flames engulfing her body as well as creating an aura of fire around her. She took off from the ground, taking flight and igniting the air behind her in a blazing streak. Once she was well above the city, she unzipped her suit just enough so that she could pluck her cell phone from between her breasts. Thankfully she could control who and what the flame surrounding and covering her body burned, so it had absolutely no effect on the small device. She went through her contacts rather quickly, half tempted to call Jean’s cell phone and get the answers from her and make her convince Kristen to send the X-Men. But then again, that would probably provoke the leader of the X-Men even further and she wasn’t about to deal with that, not today. So instead of stopping at the stunning redhead’s name, she kept scrolling until she landed on Kristen’s. She mashed the appropriate buttons and put it to her ear.

xxxxxxKristen, annoyed with the endless ringing on the other end phone, finally hung up the phone and tightened her hand around it. She marched back over to the bed, plopping down beside her and resisting the growing urge to throw the stupid device across the room. She dropped her gaze to the floor, her teeth grinding together as she tried to find another option. Hannibal was always reliable, she should have known that, but this was serious and she thought that maybe, maybe the older woman would see that and help them out. If she could send the X-Men, she would, but that wasn’t an option. She had no way of getting hold of Spider-Girl short of going into town and causing a ruckus herself and that was also not an option. She needed another contact, but for the life of her she couldn’t think of anyone else she could trust enough to do the job. With a sigh, she dropped the cell phone onto the bed between she and Jean, her arms wrapping around the waist of the older mutant as her cheek fell against her fiancé’s shoulder.

xxxxxx”This is so stressful sometimes,” she whispered, letting out another long breath through her nose, her arms tightening around her lover, “Sometimes, I don’t know how I do it. Sometimes I don’t even know if I want to do it anymore. The only thing that keeps me going sometimes is you.”

xxxxxxHer lips found the side of the telepath’s neck, gently kissing it over and over again, more to comfort herself than anything else. She would never admit any of that to anyone else, no one else but Jean. She was expected to always be strong, tough, fearless, but the truth was—that wasn’t always the case. And even though Jean was the only one she would tell, sometimes the beautiful woman beside her didn’t know either. Cyclops usually bottled it up, only expressing herself when she felt that she could hold herself together doing it. She wasn’t known to cry, and therefore didn’t like for tears to escape the confines of her eyes while other were around, she did that when she was alone.

xxxxxxJust as she was about lay down and take her gorgeous wife-to-be with her, there was a brief vibration by her thigh before the familiar song danced around the room for the second time in fifteen minutes’ time. Groaning, she picked it up and held the device out in front of her face to see the caller ID. And to her dismay, she saw that it was none other than Jonnie Storm—the girl she’d hated since her teen years when she constantly came on to her then-girlfriend. Hell, she still did sometimes, but they didn’t see each other that often anymore. Gritting her teeth and sending a quick glance at the love of her life, Kristen pressed the “talk” button, “It was only a matter of time before I heard from you, now wasn’t it?”

xxxxxx”This isn’t funny, Kristen. My sister is danger and you’re taking your ******** anger at me out on her. What kind of hero are you?” the same-aged woman snapped at her on the other end. Jonnie seriously thought that her rivalry with her affected how she worked? That had to be the most offensive thing that the youngest member of the Fantastic Four had ever said to her, and it made her blood boil.

xxxxxx”Do you really think I’m that low, Jonnie? Do you really think I would let my differences with you decide how I do my job? I’m sorry, but you’re not that important. You don’t make that big of a difference in my life to change what I do. The X-Men are having a problem of their own and I can’t afford to send them out. This has nothing to do with Susan being your sister,” Kristen tried to stay calm, although her jaw was clenching so tightly that it hurt, and she was surprised that it wasn’t cracking.

xxxxxx”Are you shitting me, Kristen? I don’t believe that s**t for a second. What do the X-Men have that’s so important that you can’t send a few of them out to help us? You’re a b***h, Kristen, a b***h,”

xxxxxx”And you’re an incompetent, overreacting a*****e who talks out her a** because she needs someone to blame for everything that goes wrong. Listen here, Jonnie, I would never endanger Susan, which is why I sent out Hannibal King and Spider-Girl to get the job done,”

xxxxxx”You’re so full of s**t. I’ll do this ******** job myself. Goodbye, a*****e, and tell Jean I said ‘hey beautiful’,” and then the line clicked off and the call was dropped. Kristen stood back up off the bed, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the cell phone. Her chest heaved as she forced herself to keep her cool; trying to remain the calm and collected leader that she was known to be.

xxxxxxJonnie shoved the phone back to where it had previously been, zipped the suit of unstable molecules back up her chin and gritted her teeth. She picked up her flight speed, deciding it was time to play miss Hannibal King a visit. She hadn’t seen her in a while, and she damn sure wasn’t about to let the vampire hunter do this job with her. After all, it was her sister that was captured and she wanted to be there to help, if not do the entire job herself. It didn’t take her long to reach the apartment complex where the blonde woman stayed, and once she landed on the outside balcony of the building she extinguished the flames and put her hand on the doorknob. Of course, it was locked, and so she had to get more creative with her entrance. She let her hand catch ablaze, easily melting the metal and then let herself in after the fire went out. She shut the door behind her and crossed her arms, shifting her weight onto her right leg.

xxxxxx”Rise and shine, blondie,” she beamed, and when she didn’t get a reply, she decided to give the older woman more incentive to get up.

xxxxxx”Come on,” she coaxed, “Or else I”ll have to FLAME ON!”

xxxxxxAnd with that, she ignited and her body was once again covered in blazing fire, though she left the aura out this time. Leaning over slightly, she placed a thin, glowing finger against the horribly strewn out bed sheets and lit them on fire. That would certainly get the woman out of bed.

『I'm with the Fantastic④, but they'd probably tell you otherwise.』

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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This dream again. It was a dream she couldn’t stand, one that always unnerved, her, one that she couldn’t understand for the life of her. What did it mean, and why did she have it nearly every time that she went to sleep?

Her bare back was pressed against a cold, metal slab, her arms and legs, wrists and ankles tied down tightly against it so that she couldn’t move. She was calm, or trying to remain that way, as the scientists roaming around her spoke to a bunch of other lab coat-clad men behind a series of machines.

And then the dream would skip, and the next part would be the table lowering. She was submerged into some sort of liquid, it could have been water or some kind of chemical, she didn’t know, but she was forced to hold her breath because she was given absolutely nothing to keep the fluid out of her lungs. As her body was engulfed by the mysterious liquid, several men in biohazard-like suits stared down at her, making hand motions towards the scientists behind the machines.

And then it would skip again to several needles connected to tubes filled with a distinct grey-blue substance that looked a bit looked like melted metal piercing her skin and embedding themselves in her body.

And then, people with champagne glasses, toasting and laughing as the biohazard suit wearing men continued to gaze down at her through the liquid. And then finally, one of the men lifted up a lever and—


Logan snapped awake, breathing heavily and extremely disoriented. It always happened like this. That very nightmare, followed by a sometimes brief, sometimes long period of disorientation, and sometimes it would pass peacefully and sometimes there could be trouble—like in the infirmary just earlier that day. It took her a second or two, but then it registered that she wasn’t alone in the room. In fact, there was someone standing right over her. She couldn’t make out who it was at first, what with the darkness of the room, the sleep in her eyes, and the fogginess of her mind that was blocking her usually keen senses. She panicked, the unnerving dream still clouding her judgment and before she was able to stop it, that very familiar shnkt sounded and her adamantium claws shot out from between her fingers. Not even thinking, Logan thrust her right hand forward, impaling whoever it was through the stomach with all three of them.

It wasn’t until she heard a strangled gasp and a pained groan from the person she just potentially-fatally assaulted that she realized just who she had stabbed. Her jaw dropped, nothing coming out despite the string of words she wanted to say.

”Oh…Oh God…” she breathed, completely shock and horror in her brown eyes as she retracted the metal-laced knives back into her hand, ”Rogue…”

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[Ultimate Cyclops]

J o n n i e A b i g a i l S t o r mxxaka
______N☀O☀V☀Axof the Fantastic Four


[How you gonna be talkin' shit...]
Thinking: Okay, so this chick is totally kinda hot.

[You act like I just got up in it...]
Doing: Standing with guns aimed at me, oh fun!

"All right, I'm here, let's make this quick,
I've got a lot of places to go today.
Oh wait -- I don't go anywhere!"

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✰✰✰xxThe sudden movement, followed by the crash of the two doors flying open, startled Nova, making her jerk involuntarily. She certainly wasn’t expecting such an action out of the supposedly sleeping woman. And she definitely wasn’t expecting to find two guns pressed to her—one to her head and the other to her stomach. Of course, that didn’t really faze her; she had been in worse situations than that. The only thing that had actually scared her was Wolverine’s claws pressed against her chest during a heated argument, because if there was one thing she had yet to be able to melt, it was adamantium. Perhaps it was because she was too afraid to allow the heat degree of her flames to reach their highest point in fear of hurting someone, or maybe it was just because she knew how disappointed she would be if even her greatest abilities were unable to destroy the “indestructible” metal that laced Logan’s entire skeleton. Either way, the point was that this frightening experience—for any other person, that is—was not scaring her in the least bit. And boy, did she let that show. The entire time the platinum blonde was speaking to her, Jonnie Storm couldn’t help the arrogant smirk that formed on her lips as her eyes watched the cocky pout on the older woman’s face. This woman was definitely hot, though she wasn’t much for the whole “stay-in-my-apartment-all-day” kinda girl. Though, the hotness level was definitely knocked down a few notches at the mere mention of Cyclops being her “buddy”. If only Hannibal knew, if only. She started to protest, to argue that she and Cyclops were closer to arch rivals than buddies. Hell, she could even go to say they were arch rivals. Ever since Jonnie had started hanging out with Jean, way back when they were still teenagers no less, Kristen had taken up quite the hatred for Nova. And in time, JJ picked up that same emotion for the leader of the X-Men.

When Hannibal cocked her head to the bed that was still in flames, though not badly, Jonnie’s smirk turned into a grin. Not only could Nova set things ablaze, she could control any kind of fire in her vicinity with just a thought which was exactly why only part of the sheets were burning and it wasn’t spreading. At first, Jonnie shrugged her shoulders at the other woman’s request. Yes, she could put them out. All it took was a simple thought. Normally, though, she would refuse such an action until she got what she wanted, how she wanted it. But because she trusted Hannibal enough, as most allies did, that she would do as she was asked without question. With a subtle wave of her hand the flame on the natural blonde’s sheets seemed to simply evaporate into the air, dying away. Then, Nova cast out her flame aura a few inches from her body, allowing it to heat up just enough to heat the metal of Hannibal’s guns but not enough to do any kind of damage to them. Once that was done, she stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest as she extinguished both the aura and the flames covering her body, her hair gaining back its natural brown color and her eyes returning to their emerald green hue and her Fantastic Four uniform was perfectly intact, no signs that she was ever on fire.

”Cyclops isn’t in this anymore,” she stated almost emotionlessly, her arms tightening, ”She forfeited herself when she decided not to send the X-Men. She’s an idiot, she’s trying to punish me, I know she is. So, I say we just go get Spider-Girl and do this ourselves.

『I'm with the Fantastic④, but they'd probably tell you otherwise.』

[Ultimate Cyclops]

Standing in the light of your [ halo… ]
namexxKristen Sparks

I’ve got my angel [ now…]
lovexxJean Grey

It’s like I’ve been [ awakened… ]
locationxxKitty’s Bachelorette Party

Every rule I had you [ breaking… ]
doingxxMaking this room look a lot cooler

It’s the risk that I’m [ taking…]
aliasxx Cyclops










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Kristen groaned appreciatively into the lip lock, her eyes fluttering closed behind her visor. Her body involuntarily shuddered away from Jean’s wandering hand at first, that particular area known to be very ticklish at times and now was no exception. But after the initial contact had been made, she relaxed against her lover’s hand and her face leaned against the one cupping her cheek. She let out a quiet moan as her bottom lip was pleasantly assaulted by her fiancé’s teeth and tongue, grinning as best she could in such a situation. But when the tender flesh was released and the caressing continued, her grin faded into a smile just before Jean pulled away from her. Cyclops nodded, confirming that the repeat of her “order” was correct before she unfolded her arms and instead put her elbows on the countertop, pressing the heels of her hands together and resting her chin in her palms as she watched the redhead get to work on the type of drink that she had suggested.

She couldn’t help the delighted smile that tickled her lips as her concealed eyes followed every move of her wife-to-be. Wife-to-be. The thought sent a subtle shiver up her spine and widened her smile to an almost toothy grin. Luckily she’d trained herself over the years that showing emotion was bad—or at least, that’s what she told herself—so she was able to contain most of toothiness and kept the real excitement hidden by the calm, pleasant upward curling of her lips as to not draw attention to herself if Jean happened to look her way again. Ever since she had proposed—and received a delighted “duh!” as her answer—she had wondered to herself why exactly she hadn’t asked Jean sooner. Sure, it might have been awkward if she had asked the redhead after the announcement that it was officially legal in the United States for same-sex couples to get married, not to mention extremely lame and unoriginal, as every other couple had seemed to get engaged on that day, and any time before that would have definitely been a “no”. They had been relatively young then, Kristen being only eighteen and Jean nineteen. But after that, when Jean had first dropped subtle hints, why hadn’t Cyclops taken the bait? Why hadn’t she proposed to the woman sooner? What had she been so afraid of? Certainly it wasn’t commitment, that was a definite no. Maybe it had been because she’d never thought of it, the idea of getting married had still been new to her because of all the years she’d known it to be illegal. Maybe it was because she knew she was too young to give Jean the type of life that a married couple usually wanted; a house, mostly, and the ability to support a family. But now it was different. She was more than capable of that. Maybe that was why she had chosen just a few months ago to propose to the woman she knew she’d be spending the rest of her life with.

Though, she was plucked from her thoughts when Jean finished mixing, and she quickly erased the dreamy look off her face and nodded when the telepath motioned with her head for her to follow her. She hopped off the stool, rather gracefully considering that her boots had heels on them and she was far from used to walking in heels. The loud clomping from said shoes was mostly drowned out by the music as she followed her lover over to where Gambit and Nightcrawler had parked their asses for the majority of the time they’d been there. Kristen made a quick glance over her shoulder at the star she’d made out of her usually destructive mutant ability, grinning at her work once again before she sat down on the loveseat beside her fiancé. She slipped her arm around her older mutant’s shoulders, nodding in agreement with her as she scolded the other two females about the faces they were wearing. She opened her both to say something to them as well, but before she could she paused, temporarily distracted by her future wife’s movements to get one of the disposable camera’s they’d bought off the table. She didn’t normally get distracted that easily, but the dress that Jean had chosen to wear was definitely showing off Kristen’s favorite parts of her body, and she found it difficult to ignore that. Once Jean had leaned back in the seat—or at least partially—Kristen’s gaze followed that of the telepath’s until her eyes locked on Kitty and Logan dancing together. She rolled her visor-hidden eyes at the sound of the shutter and the beeping of the flash, only half amused that Jean was snapping blackmail photos. She didn’t like that Logan could dance and she couldn’t, and she would prefer not to own reminders of her failure. But Cyclops was quick to wipe the mixed expression off her face and replace it with a fake I-really-hate-cameras smile when her lover turned the image-capturing device on the two of them. Jean had always been all for pictures, but Kristen was rather…anti-picture. She hated being snapshotted, especially with the camera belonged to someone other than the love of her life.

The leader of the X-Men smiled at the touch of her second in command’s lips against her cheek, and then it widened as the two other females were demanded to “smile” right before the camera was clicked again, snapping a third photo. The brunette took that time to lean forward, casually plucking one of the glasses that Jean had carried over from the table and then leaning back against the loveseat. She tilted her head towards Karin, giving her a small, approving grin, ”I love the outfit, Karin.”

She didn’t say anything to Reine, she mostly never did. Instead she simply gave her a barely noticeable smile and then turned her attention back to the radiant, natural redhead sitting beside her. She placed her tanned hand on her fiance’s thigh, tipping the glass’ bottom up slightly and sipping the red-colored liquid it contained. She nodded approvingly, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss against the jawline of the older female, ”I’m leaving it up to you to decide my drinks more often. This tastes really good.”



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[Ultimate Cyclops]

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Logan couldn’t honestly say that she hadn’t expected that to come out of the former ballerina’s mouth at some point during the night. In fact, she knew that it would come up but she didn’t think it would be so soon in the night. She wasn’t going to object to it though, she had planned on being the one to present the alcohol to the phasing mutant anyway. She stayed quiet for quite for a few moments, just to make the younger girl think that she was actually debating whether or not to do it when she’d already made her mind. After keeping up the suspense for what she deemed an acceptable amount of time, she grinned. Though, ShadowCat’s threat to spread rumors didn’t bother her all that much; besides, who was honestly going to believe that Wolverine would do ballet? Still, she would humor the much-younger mutant and act as though the prospect of being blackmailed truly bothered her.

”A’right half-pint, ya got me. I’ll get ya some type a’ drink as long as you keep that information to yourself,” She said, her hands gently patting the bride-to-be’s hips. As far as she knew, Kristen and Jean more than likely wouldn’t get upset. She didn’t care if they did, it was Kitty’s Bachelorette party and now was as good of a time as any to let her drink, but she honestly didn’t think that they would be too upset about it.

So, Logan stepped away from the younger brunette and walked off the slightly raised platform. She turned around and returned her strong hands to her fellow mutant’s waist and lifted her down so that she didn’t trip or fall. The clawed mutant then put her hand on Kitty’s shoulder, leading her over to the bar that kept the drinks cool, where Jean and Kristen had been a few minutes before and carefully lifted her thin form up onto one of the comfortably cushioned stools before she made her own way around the bar, ”One alcoholic drink comin’ right up, kid.”

She already had the perfect drink in mind. She opened the refrigerator underneath the counter, pulled out a carton of orange juice. She sat it on the polished tabletop, then retrieved the apricot brandy and the amaretto almond liqueur from behind her. She took the mixer, pouring the appropriate amounts into it and mixing as required. Once that task was done, she took out the most decorative glass that she could find and poured the contents of the mixer into the glass. Then, she put it away and retrieve a half-handful of ice cubes from the ice box and dropped them into the liquid before she slid it over to the underaged female, ”Here’s your Canada Dream, half-pint.”

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[Ultimate Cyclops]

Every breath that I breathe is for you...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEvery punch that I take is for you...

I can't help but wonder what's wrong with me.
Why aren't I good enough for you?
Why can't you see that you're all I've ever wanted?

There was no way that Kristen could deny how absolutely comfortable she was lying underneath the radiant redhead that was still straddling her lap. She had to hold herself back, despite the fact that she wanted so badly to put her hands on the slightly older teenager’s waist, wanted to pull her in closer, wanted to hold her against her and tell her just how much she really liked her. She wanted to tell her how sometimes it kept her up at night because it hurt so bad, that she wanted the telepath so badly that it sometimes clouded her mind when normally it wouldn’t. She wanted to kiss her, wanted to lay with her at night and keep her safe, she wanted to do all of that, but there were so many things that kept her from doing it. There was the talk that she and Jean had had about it before, when they decided to basically ignore the feelings and go on as they did before they had said anything. And then there was the fact that Cyclops didn’t deal with emotions very well. She didn’t know how to express them, she’d had a hard enough time telling her the first time. So now, Kristen was forced to sit in an overflowing pool of her own feelings because she was too afraid, too stubborn, and too anti-social to show what she truly felt.

She made a face full of faked anger at the other girl’s mock sympathy, pulling her eyebrows together and scrunching up her nose. But the mock expression of anger cracked as she laughed at Jean’s threaten of a camera. She shook her head, protesting the action that hadn’t even happened. She hated pictures, always had, but the telekinetic mutant made getting snapshotted just a teeny bit better. Though, she wouldn’t admit that and would still argue the prospect of getting one taken. Kristen lifted her arms up, folding them behind her head and leaning it backwards as Jean spoke, asking her if she’d like to go wake up their new addition. She thought for a moment, but quickly decided that she probably should. After all, she was the leader and it would probably make the new girl feel more comfortable if she knew she had at least two people who didn’t see her differently than everyone else—or, make that three if you counted the professor.

”Sure thing,” she smiled, ”Just let me get dressed really quick.”

She finally put her hands on her second in command’s waist and lifted her off of her, smiling all the while. She threw her legs over the side of the bed, throwing her arms up in the air and stretching the muscles that, for the most part, had remained rather dormant through the night. She let out a seriously of mostly unnecessary moans and groans as she did so, and then proceeded to stand up and stretch again once she was on her feet. She strolled over to her chest of drawers, pulling out her outfit before she motioned with her finger for Jean to give her a minute. She slipped into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her and stripped off her tank top. She pulled the jeans on over her boxers, and then proceeded to dress herself with the other articles of clothing she’d picked out, and a bra, before she took a brush to her slightly tangled, dark brown hair and then put it up in a ponytail. She did her other morning routine things, brushing her teeth and deodorant, and blindly cleaned the lenses of her sunglasses before she was finally finished.

The leader of the X-Men walked out of the bathroom, sliding her hands into her pockets as she smiled at her fellow mutant, tilting her head towards the door, ”I’m all set.”

An angel is like you, and you are like an angel...

[Ultimate Cyclops]

J o n n i e A b i g a i l S t o r mxxaka
______N☀O☀V☀Axof the Fantastic Four


[How you gonna be talkin' shit...]
Thinking: Blahblahblah

[You act like I just got up in it...]
Doing: Blahblahblah

"All right, I'm here, let's make this quick,
I've got a lot of places to go today.
Oh wait -- I don't go anywhere!"

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✰✰✰xxAs Hannibal spoke, Jonnie kept her arms crossed tightly over her medium-sized chest and shifted her weight onto her right leg. One of her hands strayed around from its opposite’s forearm, the tips of her fingers playing with the zipper of her suit made up of unstable molecules. The instability of the molecules was what made the Fantastic Four’s uniform’s unique; they molded to fit whatever ability the wearer had. It was what kept her from losing her clothes every time that she burst into flames, and what kept Reed’s clothes from ripping every time he stretches, and what allowed Susan to be completely invisible. And Thing, well, he was just Thing. She tugged on the zipper, pulling it down to the center of her chest and then zipping it all the way up and repeating that action continuously as she listened to what the vampire hunter had to say. Okay, so maybe lighting the platinum blonde’s bed sheets on fire wasn’t her best approach, but Jonnie was an instant-gratification kinda girl so her mind wasn’t on what she should have done and she probably wouldn’t have done anything differently if she could travel back in time. That’s just how Jonnie Abigail Storm worked, “Black, silk, gotcha.”

But then came the blonde’s defense of Cyclops’ actions. She wasn’t fond of that at all. She expected to find a buddy in Hannibal, someone she could actually stand working with like she worked with Spider-Girl. Unfortunately, it seemed that she was siding with Kristen on this matter and Jonnie was not happy. But, for once, she wasn’t going to let her feud with the leader of the X-Men get in the way of finding a way to help her older sister. So instead of arguing with the other woman, Nova bit her argumentative tongue and instead simply shrugged.

”Apparently her X-Men are too busy with other things and can’t come to help us. We’re the only chance the people in that prison have, because I can’t do this alone, as much as I hate to admit that,” she stated honestly. She hated that she was too insignificant to take on the holders of the prison on her own, but really, what hero could? With that thinking, she didn’t feel as bad, but it still bothered her.

When Hannibal started to talk again, Jonnie finally let her arms fall to her sides and slid her hands over her waist and thighs of her suit as if straightening out wrinkles that did not exist. Then, she pushed her fingers through her hair from her forehead and all the way back until her digits untangled from her brown locks. She folded her arms over her torso once again, nodding obediently as the older female gave her the conditions for helping them out. It wasn’t that bad, at least she was going to help, unlike miss righteous, stick-up-my-a** Kristen Sparks.

”Fine. But I won’t come back, I’m going to get Spider-Girl to meet me somewhere if I can manage to catch her and I want you to meet me there. I’ll go ahead and say The Point, the little café in Midtown. If I change the location, I’ll let you know but for now that’s where we’ll meet tonight. We’ll arrange everything there,” she explained, somewhat proud of herself. Usually it was Reed, or Susan, or Kristen if they were teamed with the X-Men, barking out orders but for once it was her, Nova, that was giving the orders. It brought about an arrogant smile that spread over her lips, and she didn’t even try to hide it. So with that said, she gave a small, affirmative nod to the blonde woman and then turned on her heels and went back to the door. She’d leave her alone for now, just as she had agreed, and she was see to it that no one else bothered her until the time came for them to get to work. Without another word, Jonnie exited Hannibal King’s apartment and out onto the outside balcony. She walked to the edge of the railing, trying her best to make sure she stayed out of the direct sight of anyone’s window. She didn’t want anything to get started and draw bad publicity to herself in her sister’s absence. Sue would kill her.

And just as she was about to ignite her body into flames and take flight, there was a vibration between her breasts followed by the rather loud ringtone of her cell phone. She unzipped her suit, prying the small device out and smiling when she caught sight of the name on the Caller ID, “Hey beautiful, what—“

But her sentence was cut off by a very angry Jean Grey, undoubtedly upset by the b***h fit that Jonnie had thrown at Kristen not that long ago. But what caught her off guard more than the fury in the voice of the lovely redhead, was the word “fiancé”. Since when was Kristen her fiancé? When the hell did one of them pop the question? Well, she figured that “one of them” was Kristen, and with that, Jean had accepted? Sure, the two X-Men had been together for years but Jonnie hadn’t really pegged Jean to marry Laser Eyes.

”Whoa, whoa, simmer down hot stuff,” Jonnie urged, half-jokingly, “Fiancé? When did that happen?”

『I'm with the Fantastic④, but they'd probably tell you otherwise.』

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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A teenaged Kristen brought her fingers up to the button on the side of the silver visor, which had been set to the lowest possible size and power, and waited for the pearl white, glass plates to start flying towards her. Jean stood at the other end of the basketball court-sized segment of the yard, positioned behind a waist-high table that carried 100 plates that would be used to test the accuracy of the younger mutant. She hadn’t done very well on her last test, so she was determined to make the professor proud this time. Of course, this was only a practice run because the real test had to be done in front of the Professor himself. Either way, it was still important that she do well. While she waited, she tugged on the spandex of her X-Suit and smirked. She was liking this one a lot better than the last one because it was a lot more comfortable and a lot less goofy looking, not to mention that Jean’s looked incredibly sexy on her. It took all she had in her to not get distracted during missions and Danger Room sessions because of that, but so far she had managed to stay relatively focused.

And then, without warning, the plates starting firing towards her. She mashed the button on the visor as many times as was necessary, the flat, glass circles shattering into several pieces when the short, thin red beam of pure energy slammed into them. Within a span of about ten seconds, the plates stopped coming one by one and instead came in twos, and then threes and fours. She managed to keep up, only a few making it closer than 10 feet from her, though one set of four had required the use of a skill she had to appropriately named “optic sweep”. It wasn’t until four turned into five, five turned into six and six turned into seven that she started having some real issues with keeping them away from her. She was surprised that whipping her head side to side in such a manner at such a speed hadn’t given her whiplash. She almost felt the need to increase the size of the blast to accommodate all the plates flying at her, but before she could even lift her hand, a countless number of the glass discs were flying towards her and she didn’t even have time to react before they began pelting her.

”Jean! Too much! What are you doing?!” she cried as she forced herself off balance and let her back hit the grassy ground below. The plates rained down, barely missing her body as she watched the redhead emerge from behind the table and made her way over to the downed brunette. The other spandex-clad teenager knelt down at Cyclops’ feet, gazing over at her with beautiful hazel eyes through the dark mask covering the upper part of her face.

”I had to find some way to catch you off-guard,” the radiant, older teen smiled deviously, leaning forward and pressing her gloved hands on the soft ground beneath their bodies and crawling over the younger mutant’s body slowly. Her slender, toned legs straddled Kristen’s waist, each knee placed on each side of the leader of the X-Men’s hips. The optic blast-shooting girl laid there unmoving and getting increasingly nervous by the second. She wanted to open her mouth to say something, but couldn’t find the function in her brain to do so. A smirk crossed the older mutant’s lips and Cyclops’ upper body involuntarily rose off the ground, her lips coming within inches of her second in command’s, ”Let’s take off this silly hood.”

Jean’s thin fingers found the material of her hood, slipping underneath the edges of it by her temples and pushing it off her head, letting it pool around her neck and shoulders and revealing her brown locks that, for once, weren’t contained by a ponytail. Kristen smiled nervously, not sure of her girlfriend’s motives as her fingers fell from her face. But then, Jean’s smirk turned into a thoughtful smile and her digits once again moved to Kristen’s head, but this time they were gently groping her visor.

”Jean,” Kristen seized her hands immediately, catching them and holding them in her own as her jaw and cheekbones created an expression of firm opposition to what the redhead was wordlessly suggesting, ”No.”

”Shh…” Her fellow X-Men silenced her with a soft kiss on her full lips, ”Don’t worry, I can control it now.”

Confused, Kristen loosened her grip on her older girlfriend’s hands and then finally let go, letting her own hands fall to Jean’s petite waist. She closed her eyes tightly, her body tense and unmoving as the other mutant slowly removed the optic blast-shielding piece of metal and ruby quartz from its rightful, and permanent, place on her face. Her eyes squeezed shut tighter, determined not to open them even though Jean had claimed she could “control it now”. How was she supposed to believe that? Sure, Jean definitely had more control over her abilities than Cyclops did, but her blast was powerful and deadly, and the hazel-eyed girl was in the point blank range. It was too risky for Kristen’s comfort.

”Open your eyes baby, it’s okay. You can’t hurt me,” She urged, her pale fingers lightly touching Kristen’s tanned cheeks. She really didn’t want to, but at the same time, she trusted the other girl’s judgment. Jean wasn’t one to make decisions like that without thinking it through and being confident in what she was doing. Cyclops hoped that this time wasn’t an exception and slowly let her eyes flutter open.





Kristen opened her eyes only to find the dark room tinted red. She sighed, but she wasn’t sure if it was in relief or disappointment. Her arms were around the bare body of the love of her life, Jean’s head resting on the brunette’s naked chest with her pale limbs wrapped around Kristen’s muscular midsection. Cyclops smiled, her full, pink lips pressing against the top of her fiancé’s—and the thought still gave her butterflies, even after extremely stressful day—head and she tightened her grip around the sleeping woman. She let one of her arms raise up, her fingers sliding through the other woman’s deep, natural red locks while her concealed eyes locked on her beautiful, sleeping face. I love you so much, Jean, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

”Help! Somebody help me!” Logan’s shout caught her completely off-guard, but she immediately shifted from fiancé mode to leader of the X-Men mode and carefully but urgently pried Jean’s arms off of her and slipped off the bed. She quickly found the t-shirt and boxers that she had been wearing before her and Jean had decided to prolong “bedtime”. She pulled both articles of clothing on and quickly pulled her shoulder-length brown hair into a tight ponytail. She debated for a second or two whether or not she should grab her visor until she remembered that she had no spares in the bedroom since they had moved out, and her only other two that were at the mansion were downstairs by the hangar that housed the X-Jet, and one was in the jet. She mentally cursed herself for not having a spare in the bedroom, seeing as she had no idea what Logan had been calling for help for. It was still relatively quiet in the mansion as far as she could hear, it didn’t sound like anyone had broken in or anything of that sort, but she could never be too careful.

Kristen quickly glanced around, scanning the floor until she found Jean’s robe. She snatched it off the ground and tossed it to her before she made her way to the door. She gave the love of her life a moment or two, patiently waiting until she was decent enough for Cyclops to open the door. And when she did, she darted down the hallway to Logan’s room as fast as her toned, athletic legs could carry her.

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[Ultimate Cyclops]

Kristen stepped out of the shower, the usually warm air suddenly freezing, the cold stinging her face and body like a swarm of angry bees. She snatched her clean, dry towel off the rack and quickly rubbed it all over her head, drying her hair the best she could before she wrapped it around her body. Her body had adjusted too much to the warm water running over her, as she’d been in the shower much longer than usual. Her mind had been pretty much out of it since the skating rink a few days ago, since the confessions of love between the two mutant teenagers. Cyclops had been pretty distracted with the new knowledge that the love of her life loved her back and her usual stoic expressions and attitudes had been set on the backburner, her face wearing an almost permanent smile. It was a pretty unusual sight for her peers and friends, but most were too shy, scared, or had some other problem that kept them from mentioning it to the leader of the X-Men. It wasn’t that she never laughed or smiled, but it was the fact that it never lasted longer than a few minutes—definitely not two entire days, and who knew how long it would continue to last.

She moved over to her sink and counter, turning the water on and grabbing her tooth brush. She dunked the bristles underneath the water flow, then squirted the sparkly green gel onto it and raised it to her mouth. She spent an appropriate amount of time brushing her teeth—smiling the entire time— before she rinsed, cleaned the brush, and sat it back in its holder by her mirror. Next was the mouth wash, even though she’d done it in the morning she still insisted on repeating her morning routine at night, simply because she did a lot during the day and felt it necessary to do so. But the main reason was because Jean usually visited her room at night, so Kristen always wanted to be fresh and clean when her girlfriend arrived.

Then she finished drying her body off, dropping the towel into the clothes hamper. She combed the few tangles out of her hair before she pulled the damp, brown locks into a tight ponytail on the back of her head, and then proceeded to put on her workout clothes. She walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, plucking her iPod from her nightstand and plugging the ear buds into it. She stuck them securely in her ears and set it on a random playlist that she usually played while working out, and then stuck the white device into the softness of her pocket. At first, she did a few stretches with her arms and legs to help ensure that she wasn’t going to pull anything. Getting hurt would definitely not be good.

She lowered herself onto her knees and then leaned onto her hands which she pressed firmly against the carpeted floor. She lifted off her knees, her toes touching the ground instead and she begin to slowly bend her elbows, lowering her body to the floor and then lifting it back up. As the seconds ticked by, she gradually did the push-ups faster and faster until her arms were burning and she stopped to prevent any injuries. She got back on her knees and leaned back onto the ground so that her back was flat against the floor. She crossed her arms in an “X” shape over her chest, bending her knees and spreading her legs slightly so that she could comfortable do her sit ups, as she did every night. She was working on a nice, sculpted set of abs and they were coming along nicely. They were hard and visible, though not quite the way she wanted them yet and she was determined to make them perfect. She propelled herself off of the ground, arms holding her shoulders as she pushed the breath out of her mouth when her chest touched her thighs. She sunk back to the floor, drawing in a breath when her back touched the carpet, and then she shot back up again. She kept up those fluid movements, touching her thighs and then the ground, breathing in and out as necessary.

She was so into the exercise, her eyes shut tightly behind her ruby quartz shades and her music blasting loudly in her ears, that she didn’t notice that her door had been open and her girlfriend had slipped in. And she certainly hadn’t heard or felt the redhead dropping down to her knees and waited. Once Kristen felt the burning sensation in her abs she lowered her back to the floor again, spine straight and comfortable as she laid there, still. In her mind she debated whether or not to do another set or if she should stop and get her room ready for the love of her life’s—the thought of that, the mere phrase, riled up the butterflies in her stomach and quickened the pace of her already fast-beating heart—arrival. But before a decision could be made, she felt a pair of familiar hands gripping onto her waist and she quickly moved her own hands to knock the ear buds out of her ears as she opened her eyes just in time to hear the beautiful teenagers voice, ”Hey baby.”

”Hey gorgeous,” Kristen’s smile widened into a grin as she moved her body back into a sitting position, closing the small distance between their faces with a soft kiss. Her full lips pressed gently against Jean’s thin, pink ones, caressing them lovingly and raising one of her hands, cupping her girlfriend’s right cheek as her head tilted to the side and her eyes closed beneath her sunglasses once again. She took the older girl’s bottom lip between her own, sucking lightly and letting her teeth graze over the soft skin before she released it and instead resumed massaging both of the telepath’s lips. Her tongue eased out of her mouth, parting Jean’s lips as it slid over them slowly. The flexible muscle penetrated through the barrier her lips made, snaking into her mouth and began the dance it had pretty much mastered with Jean’s. She pulled away very slightly when she felt they needed the oxygen, but she quickly sealed the centimeters-wide distance after they’d both taken a breath.

After what could have easily been minutes of that, she pulled their lips about an inch apart, her thumb stroking her second in command’s cheek as she leaned her forehead against the telekinetic mutant’s, ”How was doing homework?”

She did genuinely care how things in Jean’s life went, even the little stuff like homework, tests, anything really. She was her girlfriend, her best friend, and she deeply cared for her in every way possible. But at that moment, Kristen couldn’t lie that she’d rather be feeling the redhead’s lips on hers, her tongue against her own, instead of talking at that very moment.

In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before .

Cause I can feel you breathe,
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you.

Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?

[Ultimate Cyclops]

Every breath that I breathe is for you...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEvery punch that I take is for you...

I can't help but wonder what's wrong with me.
Why aren't I good enough for you?
Why can't you see that you're all I've ever wanted?

Unfortunately, Kristen had found herself distracted by the stunning redhead’s stretch. Usually, she tended to try to ignore things like that, things like staring at her while she stretched. But because her sunglasses proved to be somewhat of an advantage in such a situation, the brunette found herself letting her eyes wander more and more around the telepath as of lately. She was aware that the positioning of her face—specifically her chin—was known to give away what she was looking at, but she sometimes managed to angle it in such a way that Jean wouldn’t be able to tell what she was looking at unless she read her mind which, more than likely, would never happen. Even still, Kristen hid the small smirk that threatened to form on her lips, forcing it beneath her usual lips-in-a-thin-line expression that occupied her face more often than not. She crossed her arms over her chest, her black zip-up hoodie loosely hugging her muscular biceps as Jean joined her side at the two of them exited her room in a very tiny, single file line because there was no way, despite both of their trim figures, they were going to move through the threshold side by side.

As they walked down the hallway towards where Orin had informed them Karin was staying, Cyclops had to fight the urge to reach for her best friend’s hand, or her arm for that matter. It wasn’t a rare occurrence when the two females did such a thing, they were extremely close friends after all, no matter that they both had strong feelings for each other. At least, Kristen still had them for Jean. The telekinetic mutant hadn’t done much in way of showing the brunette that she still held such more-than-friends feelings for her, but then again Kristen hadn’t done much showing of said feelings herself, either. But the sunglass-wearing mutant wasn’t known to display emotions. Hell, the two of them were lucky that she had even admitted to the X-Men’s second in command that she liked her. Things like that generally stayed locked away in the brunette’s complex and constantly over-worked mind. If there was anything beneficial that she had gotten out of having no friends as a kid and being an only child, it was learning to bottle up feelings and keep them to herself. She found it easier to hoard the emotions, locking them in a cage that every now and then would get too small for everything that she felt—and often lead to her private breakdowns— rather than express them to others. It was probably unhealthy, at least to anyone else, but Cyclops didn’t much care. Her health and well-being was the least important—it was the health and well-being of those around her.

Her X-Men, and the other mutants at the mansion, depended on her to be fearless, brave, strategic and powerful; and that’s exactly what she gave them. On the outside, around other people Kristen Sparks, the leader of the X-Men, was a fearless leader, laughing danger in the face as if it was nothing, putting everyone else’s needs before her own, always thinking and managing to come up with a solution even if all she had was a matter of seconds. But on the inside, she was an emotional, teenage girl who sometimes teetered on the brink of depression and a mental breakdown. She led a team despite all her insecurities about herself. She trained her mutants to control their powers when she couldn’t even control her own. And she refrained from expressing her true feelings to Jean Grey because the redhead wasn’t ready for what public high school would dish at them if they were a couple. It wasn’t to say that Kristen was completely ready, but she could adapt. And if she couldn’t, she was perfectly capable of defending herself. Besides, she’d already been dealt some of the things they could do when her mutant abilities surfaced—she was no stranger to hate. Maybe it was because Jean’s abilities surfacing had been relatively quiet. The entire damn public didn’t know about it, and she hadn’t obliterated half of a high school with unrestrained energy from her optics. She hadn’t been punched in the face and kicked to the ground for protecting innocent people just because she was a mutant and then being blamed for the incident that put the citizens in danger, all before she was even a member of the X-Men. She hadn’t been called a “freak” by her own parents, hadn’t had a door slammed in her face without so much as a “goodbye” or a chance to pack her things. But it didn’t matter. Marvel Girl didn’t want to be with her, and Cyclops had to accept that if she wanted to remain friends with the other girl without it being overwhelmingly awkward. Bottling up feelings was a wonderful talent.

When they got to Karin’s door, the optic-blast shooting female waited patiently. She left the task of knocking up to the slightly older mutant, seeing as how it was her idea to rouse the sleeping mutant in the first place and the brunette assumed that she would knock anyway. When the telepath bit down on her lip and nervously looked over at her, Kristen gave her a reassuring smile, the one she gave all of her teammates. She pushed her hands into her warm pockets as the redhead knocked on the door, and after a few moments Karin finally opened the door, greeting them with quite the accent before she corrected herself. The leader of the X-Men simply smiled, the best greeting smile that she could muster despite her sudden down feeling and she was, not surprisingly, able to hide the fact that her insides were twisting into knots. ”Morning, Karin.”

An angel is like you, and you are like an angel...

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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Kristen pressed her hand against the palm-reader that electronically locked the door to the Danger Room, letting the small scanner successfully identify her hand print before the computer verbally requested oral identification to which she irritably replied, ”Clearance Order by Kristen Sparks.”

After an automated confirmation that welcomed her by name the door to the Danger Room slid open just long enough to allow her to stride inside before it slammed shut behind her as if she was being thrown into a dungeon and the door was hastily shut to prevent her escape. It had been quite a while since she had been in the Danger Room alone, and she’d never entered with the intention of doing what she planned to do tonight. She made her way to the center of the room, running her gloved hands down her leather-clad torso and letting out a brief sigh. It wasn’t the smartest way to temporary alleviate her of her guilt, to keep her from thinking about everything she’d done, but Cyclops couldn’t help but think that she honestly deserved it. She had lied to Jean for years, and even though her intentions had not been bad at all, the outcome was just as bad as it would have been if she’d withheld the information to purposely hurt her redheaded lover—that, and she probably wouldn’t have been engaged to the beautiful woman anymore. The fact that she had kept all of that to herself made her deeply regret the last six and a half years of her life, wishing so badly that she could go back in time and tell the truth from the start. If she could do that, Jean wouldn’t be hurting and upset, and Kristen wouldn’t be feeling the intense need to beat her own brains out. Unfortunately that just wasn’t going to be possible, so here she was standing in the dead center of the Danger Room, her visor-shielded eyes staring up at the control room where she was usually located when she wasn’t helping the recruits or training with the X-Men.

”Commence Hulk Strategy Simulation, maximum difficulty level, under the permission of Kristen Sparks,” she spoke to the hidden super computer which did not respond to her verbally like it had when she had been going through the door. Instead the room’s scenery changed to a pitch black with green grid lines and remained so for a few moments while the simulation loaded. Once the loading was complete, she was thrown into the middle of a destroyed city that was identical to Manhattan in every way. She was alone, none of her usual teammates by herself, Jean wasn’t by her side, but she squeezed her eyes shut and let out another breath as her stomach knotted up. Just the idea of Jean leaving her side hurt her, making her realize even more just how terribly she had ******** up. It was that guilt that kept the feeling of dread from filling her body when the earth and structures around her began to violently shake; instead, it was replaced with a strange type of relief, relief that most people would be considered insane to feel especially considering what she knew was going to happen. And instead of running, instead of trying to find the frightening origin of all the quakes and shutters, the leader of the X-Men stood completely still, her ruby-quartz covered eyes gazing blankly as if she didn’t even care to find him before he found her—and to be honest, she almost really didn’t.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have done such a dangerous and challenging simulation when she wasn’t mentally there, when her concentration was elsewhere, but it was apparent that this wasn’t “normal circumstances”. That was made obviously by the fact that when the large, green fist flew out from the side of her and slammed against the front of her body, sending her flying backwards into the nearest building, her back crashing against the bricks. She let out a grunt as she fell onto her knees in front of the wall she’d hit and then slowly stood up, pressing one of her feet against the ground and maneuvering so that she was kneeling on one leg and then proceeded to push against the knee that was in the air with her hand and stood completely. She let out a pained breath, then sucked another one in just in time to feel another blow from the man-turned-monster’s fist that propelled her onto the hood and through the windshield of an old Toyota. The broken glass slashed her face and put a tear or two into her leather, but for the most part the X-Suit resisted any kind of extreme damage; her problem now was getting out of the vehicle now that she was crushed between the driver’s and passenger’s seats and the floor board of the backseats. Her limited amount of time was cut to zero though when the loud crash of the Hulk grabbed onto the front of the car filled her ears and the next thing she knew, the vehicle was thrown as easily as a Frisbee, sending it spinning like a saucer through the air.

Despite the weight of her metal holding cell, it flew quite a ways and as she struggled to look out the back window she realized that she had been tossed straight into Central Park—and even worse, the car was heading right for one of the two lakes located there. Okay, that’s not good.

And just as her train of thought derailed, the relatively totaled Toyota was being submerged in the lake. The broken windshield allowed for a flood of water to enter the small space quickly, giving her absolutely no time to take a breath of any sort. Her visor managed to keep the water from obscuring her eyes; however the red tint was making it difficult to see underneath the dark fluid. She didn’t have time to fret over the fact that vision was hindered, she was stuck in a drowned car and she had little air left in her lungs. Luckily, she remembered the training she’d had as a teenager that, when faced with such a situation, never panic, and that’s exactly what she stuck to. She tilted her head up, holding her breath as to not allow the liquid to enter through her unprotected nostrils and brought her hand up to her face. Her finger pressed down on the small button at the side of her visor, sending a bright reddish pink beam of energy straight through the hood of the car, making a gaping hole more than large enough to let her body slip through. She violently kicked her feet until she forced herself free from the awkward position in which her body was placed, finally allowing her to swim out of the sunken car and up towards the surface which, in actuality, wasn’t far from where she had been trapped.

Once her head was above the water she took in several deep breathes, feeding her oxygen-starved lungs the air that they so desired. She swam to the bank of the lake, pulling herself out and planting her hands and knees against the dirt and grass that surrounded the body of water. While she had expected to be thrown around quite a bit, she definitely hadn’t expected to end up in a submerged car. But either way, she didn’t regret her decision to put herself in such a potentially deadly situation. Despite the physical pain coursing through her body, the emotions and mental distress was still overpowering it, though the beating she was taking was definitely making her feel a bit better. If Jean wouldn’t do it, the Hulk sure as hell would.

And speak of the devil, She thought as the ground rumbled once more. She pushed herself back to her feet, quickly deciding that she might as well put up somewhat of a fight, if to serve no purpose other than to piss the green giant off. So when the massive fist came barreling toward her again, Kristen was prepared and used her mutation-given strength to catch his hand in her arms. It still hit with quite an impact, knocking the air from her chest and temporarily suffocating her and putting a physical ache in her chest to accompany the emotional one already present.

”Was that your best shot, big guy?” She taunted, throwing the incredible limb to the side and pushing the button on her visor, sending a brief and moderately-sized beam into the monster’s chest that managed to knock him back quite a bit. She needed to get away from the lake, that was for sure, because if she got trapped under his grasp beneath the water, she would be gone, seeing as how she couldn’t command the computer to stop running the simulation if she was drowning. So, as soon as the opportunity presented itself, Kristen sprinted off as fast as her athletic legs would carry her. She ran, not caring about the path that the people that ran the park preferred that people take rather than dart across the grass, and jumped the fence that encased the giant recreational area. Unfortunately, the Hulk was right on her heels, growling and grunting, despite his size and he grabbed onto the metal fence, ripping a section of it from the rest and throwing it straight at her. She didn’t have time to blast it away, or even duck, before the decorative steel hit her lower back and knocked her to the ground. She rolled onto her back, only to see the Hulk’s red-tinted hands gripping each other before he slammed them down onto her stomach, making her cry out, her breath accompanied by several droplets of blood that landed on—and were hidden by—her black leather outfit. The Incredible Hulk lifted his arms, but quickly slammed them down again, and this time she could have sworn she heard something crack, though muffled by her pained shout. The tip of her index finger once again found her visor, blasting the massive man away from her long enough so that she could throw her legs into the air and kick them outward, thrusting her body up and back to her feet. To keep him away from another moment or two, Cyclops sent another blast his way for good measure.

But as soon as she went to throw a punch or two his way, the optic blast-shooting female dropped to her knees, coughing violently and unable to breathe through her mouth because of the blood collecting at the back of her throat. She gasped for air between said coughs, and when the next stream of hacks shook her body, the blood came with them, splattering onto the cold concrete beneath her. Yet even now, as the Hulk was advancing on her vulnerable form, she couldn’t find it in herself to regret starting the simulation no matter the damage it was doing, or had already done, to her. She deserved the total beat down, at least in her mind she did. Of course, the others definitely wouldn’t see it the same way, though she couldn’t quite say Jean wouldn’t be completely opposed to someone beating on the lying brunette.

The leader of the X-Men started to stand, holding her hand to her gut but was stopped by the weight of the Hulk’s palm pressed against the top of her head. He gripped onto her head with his large fingers, lifting her off the ground and dangling her in the air. He stared at her with his emerald green eyes, making disgusting grunting noises that unsettled her not because he scared her, but it was simply disgusting. But that was last of her problems when he suddenly flung her like a rag doll, slamming her up against another brick wall, the back of her head smashing against it and temporarily disrupting her vision. She suddenly felt a massive wave a nausea, her head pounding as she once again fall onto her knees in front of the Hulk. She body threatened her with dry heaves, and there was darkness tainted her normally red-tinted vision. She had to stop the simulation, she couldn’t pass out with it still rolling because there was no telling what would happen if she didn’t. She was pretty sure she couldn’t die during the simulation, but she definitely did not want to take a chance, especially since she sometimes retained injuries from Danger Room sessions with the recruits and the X-Men. It was a stupid fear, especially for someone who was supposed to be fearless and didn’t exactly care if she was dead or not at that very moment, but it was still unnerving.

”Abort…Simulation…under per…permission of…Kristen Sparks,” She said with painful breathes, and as the computer complied with her command and dissolved the fake scenario she had programmed she fell forward onto the pearl white floor and blacked out completely.

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