[Or so he says, anyway. Stepping around from behind him, she moves to stand in front of him so he can see the confusion and thought on her face. She's been thinking about this since he brought her to the mansion.]
But Erik can control metal. He is not dangerous here?
[She's met him and she's actually pretty fond of the guy. He's not what she expected based off the books Gabriela gave her. But there's some worry about his power in relation to them specifically that she needs to sort out.]
[ There should be more. Some sort of explanation for why this made her call him, a request for help, something... but she can't get any more words out. There is so much more to say, but none of it makes its way past her lips, so she hangs up. ]
[ When she joins him at the gate there is no trace in her demeanor of the distress that had been in her voice when she left him that message. The temptation is still there to fall into his arms and let herself weep, but the unspoken thing that tells her that she could is what holds her back.
Back home, with rare exceptions, Logan is not her comfort. He is not her calm center and he is certainly not someone she goes to so that he can hold her up while she momentarily allows herself to be fragile.
He has started to become all of those things here, a pattern they have slipped into with such ease that she can feel the weight of years behind it. That is why she doesn't lean on him now, because she is grieving anew for Charles and Jean and she knows that he is probably doing the same for her. It had been selfish of her to call him. ]
[Laura considers leaving him a message afters he sees Charles. She knows that he's seen him recently too, she's felt the emotions rolling off of him in waves that smother her and make it hard to breathe. She can't sense other people's emotions, but he's such a large part of her orbit that she's drawn in to any little change and picks up on it instantly. But she's so lost in what's going on with her here, trying to navigate having family and being so idle all the time. It's hard on her to be like a normal kid, and she knows that's what's expected of her here.
Even though she's had trouble acting like any other eleven year old might, her reaction after seeing Charles is pretty average to any kid that's confused and upset. She runs to find her father because he'll be able to make things better.
When she finds him outside, she ignores the bottle he's holding and plows right into him. Her arms wrap around him tightly and she rubs her face against his shirt like that might get rid of all the tears that are falling.]
Daddy.
[She really needs to work on calling him that when she's not crying and emotional. And she's so worked up that she can't get out the reason she's so upset right away. She needs a moment to calm down before she can explain.]
[ It was weakness, the way he retreated into a bottle. He knew it, realized he should have probably felt some measure of shame for it, and didn't fucking care. He'd embarrassed himself enough the way he lost it on seeing Charles again, and needed to lick his wounds.
At least the day finished pretty. A burnished gold sky over the green lawn, framing in Laura and her tearful little face. Wait, what-
She hits him so hard it nearly winds him, and he drops the whiskey beside him in the grass so he can pull her tight to his chest. Laura doesn't idly drop that word; she doesn't hang off his arm and joyfully harass him with it. Something's hurt her, and he's going to protect her.
Something also tells him he can't savage the person responsible for her hurt, not this time. ]
[The scent of whiskey fills her nose and feels stifling. She knows that adults drink, but she doesn't like him doing it. So she doesn't spare the fallen bottle a glance, and instead just clings to him for a few moments. She's upset and has no idea how to gather her thoughts or talk about why she's upset.
She didn't know Charles Xavier for as long as he did, but he was one of the most important figures in her life.
When she's finally able to try talking, she pulls away just enough to tip back her head.]
I am sorry for not protecting Charles.
[It's not the fact that he's shown up here, younger and with too much hair. She's glad that any version of him is here with her. But seeing him triggered memories of his death in their time that she repressed and never dealt with. Apparently that can cause some intense emotions that are difficult to control.]
[It's been an incredibly long day. In between all the killing, and the emotional turmoil that followed once her father found her, and the whole decontamination process that she was forced through; Laura was beyond exhausted and had no idea why. She had done far more physical things lasting a lot longer. She had no idea that emotional trauma could take so much out of her.
Logan had to carry her back to the mansion for most of the way, partly because she had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. Once they had gotten there and tended to what needed to be done, Laura had been up and on her own feet, though more than a little groggy and out of it. She was so caught up in her own thoughts and guilt that she was more withdrawn than normal.
By the time that everyone went their separate ways, she thinks she'll be content to curl up with a picture book from the library. She isn't really able to read it though, and ends up ditching the book to go track down her dad. His anger and disappointment from earlier still haunt her and she wants to see how he looks at her when she crosses his path.
She's surprised to see him dozing off on one of the couches. He's reclined back so she just silently crawls on up to make herself at home on his chest. The sound of his heart combined with the rhythm of his breathing do an amazing job of calming her enough that she hopes he won't do something like push her off. she's not really sure how dads are supposed to act when they're angry.]
[ He's no stranger to mental exhaustion. Wounds will close, flesh will knit and his body might heal, but there are deeper cuts still that will not mend so easily. He's been burned again and he let it happen, and part of him, some low and ugly and shameful part of him, wanted it.
After the fights and their return as a broken quartet, after Jean and Kurt were tended to and decontamination was set to the soundtrack of Laura's terrible screams, Logan feels like he's going through the motions once they're on the EL Line back to the mansion. Like he's standing at a distance, an observer as he fills Charles in as best he can, showers offensively-chartreuse disinfectant off his skin, and tries to reach Ororo over his TAB again.
Logan isn't sure when he fell asleep, his head pillowed on the arm of this overstuffed couch, one leg up on the cushions, but he's keenly aware of the little figure resting on him. He doesn't need to open his eyes to know who they are. Not for the first time, he wonders why. Why does she seek him out when he's still so fucked up? He's no decent father; he's not even a decent man. He's in no fit state to look after a child.
Why, then, does the thought of her caught by slavers make his blood boil? Why does he care about her so fucking much it hurts?
Logan shifts, but he doesn't push her off. Doesn't open his eyes either, just wets his dry lips and wordlessly lifts a hand to touch her shoulder, then the crown of her little head.
He could have lost her, and that, truly, is a thought that terrifies him. ]
[Laura doesn't know what love is. She never was given it growing up, apart from what Gabriela and the other nurses could do briefly in secret. She still remembers the look of wary disappointment that Gabriela had given her the first time that Laura had raked her own claws down her arm over and over, just to watch it bleed and heal. Even when the nurse had looked at her that way, she still showed her little signs of affection. It's like that now with her father. The look of disappointment he gave her will never go away, but he still shows her that he cares anyway.
She may not know what love is apart from a textbook definition, but she knows that she doesn't care for anyone or anything more than her father. She prefers him over the yellow spandex version of him in her comics, she values him more than her red rubber ball, and she finds more security with him than she does with her toy horse.
She also knows that seeing him come back charred and slowly healing over scared the hell out of her, just as much as the doctors pulling her away from him to be decontaminated.
Now there's nothing but quiet. Quiet and the feeling of him breathing, skin pink and new. His hand touches her head, and she can't help but smile. He's not pushing her away. He still cares for her. The way her heart feels full and warm all at once makes her wonder if this is what love feels like. She thinks it is, but she can't bring herself to say anything about it. She hasn't said a word at all in hours, actually.
Her little hand goes up to touch at his cheek, fingertips rubbing against stubble. If she were a normal little girl, she might press a kiss to his shoulder or something sweet. Laura isn't normal, so she scoots up enough that she can sniff at his neck and make sure he still smells just the same as always despite being burnt so badly. Her eyes keep threatening to fall shut, heavy as they slowly close and she nods off, only to snap back awake a second later.]
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There's a near-audible sigh in the length of that pause, just long enough to aggravate.]
Hi. I don't think we've met so this is kinda awkward. But Nihlus gave me your info and said I should talk to you if I want training? And I do. If I'm going to help with this emergency stuff, I'm gonna need a lot of it. Thanks!
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[Why yes that is Laura popping up behind him out of nowhere.]
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What?
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[Or so he says, anyway. Stepping around from behind him, she moves to stand in front of him so he can see the confusion and thought on her face. She's been thinking about this since he brought her to the mansion.]
But Erik can control metal. He is not dangerous here?
[She's met him and she's actually pretty fond of the guy. He's not what she expected based off the books Gabriela gave her. But there's some worry about his power in relation to them specifically that she needs to sort out.]
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Voicemail.
[ There should be more. Some sort of explanation for why this made her call him, a request for help, something... but she can't get any more words out. There is so much more to say, but none of it makes its way past her lips, so she hangs up. ]
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I'm at the front gate. Get here.
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Back home, with rare exceptions, Logan is not her comfort. He is not her calm center and he is certainly not someone she goes to so that he can hold her up while she momentarily allows herself to be fragile.
He has started to become all of those things here, a pattern they have slipped into with such ease that she can feel the weight of years behind it. That is why she doesn't lean on him now, because she is grieving anew for Charles and Jean and she knows that he is probably doing the same for her. It had been selfish of her to call him. ]
I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry.
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Even though she's had trouble acting like any other eleven year old might, her reaction after seeing Charles is pretty average to any kid that's confused and upset. She runs to find her father because he'll be able to make things better.
When she finds him outside, she ignores the bottle he's holding and plows right into him. Her arms wrap around him tightly and she rubs her face against his shirt like that might get rid of all the tears that are falling.]
Daddy.
[She really needs to work on calling him that when she's not crying and emotional. And she's so worked up that she can't get out the reason she's so upset right away. She needs a moment to calm down before she can explain.]
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At least the day finished pretty. A burnished gold sky over the green lawn, framing in Laura and her tearful little face. Wait, what-
She hits him so hard it nearly winds him, and he drops the whiskey beside him in the grass so he can pull her tight to his chest. Laura doesn't idly drop that word; she doesn't hang off his arm and joyfully harass him with it. Something's hurt her, and he's going to protect her.
Something also tells him he can't savage the person responsible for her hurt, not this time. ]
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She didn't know Charles Xavier for as long as he did, but he was one of the most important figures in her life.
When she's finally able to try talking, she pulls away just enough to tip back her head.]
I am sorry for not protecting Charles.
[It's not the fact that he's shown up here, younger and with too much hair. She's glad that any version of him is here with her. But seeing him triggered memories of his death in their time that she repressed and never dealt with. Apparently that can cause some intense emotions that are difficult to control.]
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Logan had to carry her back to the mansion for most of the way, partly because she had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. Once they had gotten there and tended to what needed to be done, Laura had been up and on her own feet, though more than a little groggy and out of it. She was so caught up in her own thoughts and guilt that she was more withdrawn than normal.
By the time that everyone went their separate ways, she thinks she'll be content to curl up with a picture book from the library. She isn't really able to read it though, and ends up ditching the book to go track down her dad. His anger and disappointment from earlier still haunt her and she wants to see how he looks at her when she crosses his path.
She's surprised to see him dozing off on one of the couches. He's reclined back so she just silently crawls on up to make herself at home on his chest. The sound of his heart combined with the rhythm of his breathing do an amazing job of calming her enough that she hopes he won't do something like push her off. she's not really sure how dads are supposed to act when they're angry.]
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After the fights and their return as a broken quartet, after Jean and Kurt were tended to and decontamination was set to the soundtrack of Laura's terrible screams, Logan feels like he's going through the motions once they're on the EL Line back to the mansion. Like he's standing at a distance, an observer as he fills Charles in as best he can, showers offensively-chartreuse disinfectant off his skin, and tries to reach Ororo over his TAB again.
Logan isn't sure when he fell asleep, his head pillowed on the arm of this overstuffed couch, one leg up on the cushions, but he's keenly aware of the little figure resting on him. He doesn't need to open his eyes to know who they are. Not for the first time, he wonders why. Why does she seek him out when he's still so fucked up? He's no decent father; he's not even a decent man. He's in no fit state to look after a child.
Why, then, does the thought of her caught by slavers make his blood boil? Why does he care about her so fucking much it hurts?
Logan shifts, but he doesn't push her off. Doesn't open his eyes either, just wets his dry lips and wordlessly lifts a hand to touch her shoulder, then the crown of her little head.
He could have lost her, and that, truly, is a thought that terrifies him. ]
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She may not know what love is apart from a textbook definition, but she knows that she doesn't care for anyone or anything more than her father. She prefers him over the yellow spandex version of him in her comics, she values him more than her red rubber ball, and she finds more security with him than she does with her toy horse.
She also knows that seeing him come back charred and slowly healing over scared the hell out of her, just as much as the doctors pulling her away from him to be decontaminated.
Now there's nothing but quiet. Quiet and the feeling of him breathing, skin pink and new. His hand touches her head, and she can't help but smile. He's not pushing her away. He still cares for her. The way her heart feels full and warm all at once makes her wonder if this is what love feels like. She thinks it is, but she can't bring herself to say anything about it. She hasn't said a word at all in hours, actually.
Her little hand goes up to touch at his cheek, fingertips rubbing against stubble. If she were a normal little girl, she might press a kiss to his shoulder or something sweet.
Laura isn't normal, so she scoots up enough that she can sniff at his neck and make sure he still smells just the same as always despite being burnt so badly. Her eyes keep threatening to fall shut, heavy as they slowly close and she nods off, only to snap back awake a second later.]
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[text; bckdt to 5/24ish] sorry logan, break out the glasses
[He pauses for a moment in-between messages, unsure of where to start. Is it the "thank you" for the 50th time, or has that been said too much? Not enough?
There's a near-audible sigh in the length of that pause, just long enough to aggravate.]
Jean's awake.
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On my way.
[ he has a thousand and one questions, none of them capable of being answered to his satisfaction over the TAB. he HAS to see for himself. ]
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son u r doing him a frighten
he ain't ur son, boy
he ain't your boy, buddy
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2/?? /a few minutes later
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5/5 - BUT AUDIO THIS TIME
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And you are?
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When is the best time to have a birthday?
[She doesn't know when hers is so she really wants to figure this whole thing out. Talking with Eddie's made her curious.]
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What do you mean?
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