Thread: X-Men Evolved

Okay Mister Know-it-all, Cassie replied, what are my other options? Because I can't seem to figure them out. --- Kurt shrugged sheepishly. I should at least pretend to respect the rules. Hank shrugged, Well, it depends on the details of the situation. In the end, it's best to not runaway -say, to South Africa - or else the problem is never solved and both parties will be hurt and yearning for closure. --- Calling your student ain't the same as shoving your tongue down her throat, Logan jabbed a claw in Kurt's direction. Which that is a different story. Sorry, Doc, but closer already came a went. Case closed, problem no longer exists. Cassie threw a quick glance in the beast's direction. I think this situation moved faster than you expected. --- Kurt gulped. Zat would be a different story, he laughed nervously. Hank sighed, May I speak honestly? --- Logan looked at his friend suspiciously. The claw disappearing, Logan stated, Just a few more months, Kurt. I know you can do it. Why do you always ask that? Cassie didn't look up. I'm never going to say 'no'. --- I do too. Aber, danke for your confidence. Then, Cassie, if there's one thing I know, it's that you run at the first sign of danger. You don't focus on solving conflicts, instead you'd rather go to a beach house. And, if it's involving who I think is, then I'm not sure you realize how hard he tries. He isn't the type to beat around the bush, nor does he allow others to walk over him, but you are the one and only person who can push him around. However, sometimes limits are reached, and most people think once they reach them that's the end. Most don't think that limits can be reset and strengthened. If you give up, Cassie, you will lose him for good. Going to South Africa will be giving up. --- Logan nodded before pushing off the doorframe. He gave a wave and left. Hank, Cassie put down her tools and turned to face the man. I'm not running away from some fight. He dumped me. It's over. He made it pretty clear that I'm not who he thought I was and that I'm not good enough. I'm taking a break to evaluate my career choices Logan was the only thing keeping me here. I'm not 'giving up', okay? You can't give up on something that doesn't exist. --- Kurt ran a hand through his hair, puffing out his cheeks with a sigh. That was close. So Logan... didn't know? And he didn't pick up on anything just now? Either he was cutting Kurt a break or something was really distracting him. Speaking of distractions.... Kurt closed his door, going back to stare at that damned bracelet. He appreciated the wooden carving even more now - making gifts was hard. Hank shrugged, If you're willing to just let go, I can't imagine that you must have loved him all that much, anyway. If that's how it is, then I suppose it's best that you two won't be married. That's not fair, Cassie whispered, suddenly blinking back tears. You don't know what I'm feeling. Does Logan know? How you're feeling? Or, did you laugh it off like I usually see you do when confrontation arises? He doesn't care, the woman mumbled, looking away again. Not anymore. Says I'm just a child. A tear slipped down Cassie's face and she wiped it away quickly. And he's always right. Because you let him be, Hank handed her a tissue. And, it's not as if Logan says these things because he wants to be right. He wants you to prove him wrong, doesn't he? Cassandra shook her head, silently accepting the tissue. She sniffed, looking up to the ceiling and blotting her eyes. Crying was for later. I can't, she croaked before clearing her throat. I can't prove him wrong when he's not. I'm selfish and careless and I don't put the kids first and I don't belong here and- she swallowed hard, getting choked up. And he's done. Hank was solemn. It hurt him to watch the young woman so hurt, And, are you done, Cassie? Are okay with this engagement breaking off? Are you okay with walking away from him? Of course I'm not okay with it, she murmured, hand closing around the dog tags that hung from her choker. But that's what he wants. Tell him, Cassie, Hank urged. Tell him that you don't want this end. She shook her head sadly. He walked out on me. He won't listen. It doesn't matter what I want, anyway. Cassie wiped away an escaped tear with her balled up tissue. I'll always just be a kid to him. Hank rolled over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, I think you try one more time before you make any hasty decisions. And say what? she asked desperately. 'Sorry I'm not what you wanted but take me back anyway'? Well, yes, Hank stated simply. Sometimes people need to see the effort of their significant other. Approaching him and saying exactly how you feel and listening to him may be what he needs. Ask him what he feels. Don't avoid. But I.... She trailed off. Cassie was going to say 'But I tried that', though when she thought about it... did she listen to him? Or did she laugh off his concerns because she didn't want him to be serious? What if he avoids me? she finally asked. Just talk, Hank insisted. If he walks away, follow him. If he gets mad, let him and show your sincerity when you ask why he feels the way he does. Don't let him block you out and show him how much he means to you. What if... I've done something he can't forgive? Hank sighed, Knowing how much it hurt him, will you be planning to repeat this mistake? It's not exactly something I 'planned' on doing in the first place, Cassie mumbled. Then, you will make more of an effort not to repeat it in the future? I dunno, she shrugged, drumming her fingers on the table. I'd be more interested in working something out, I guess. Hank patted her shoulder, Just communicate. Uss your words. And, always remember, if it will hurt you, it's probably hurting him, too. Think from his point of view, as well. But his point of view is angry and confusing, Cassie protested. When everything makes him mad, it's hard to know what to take seriously. Tell him that. He probably hasn't noticed it himself. Her eyes dropped. Hank was right, and she hadn't even considered that. Eventually Cassie nodded and slowly went back to work on Deimos's chain. Thanks, Hank, she murmured. The beast smiled, Thank you. He gestured to her work, You're going to make a young man very happy. Cassie just shrugged. It's not great. But it'll be wearable until he can take it to a jeweler. As long as he doesn't pick a fight with another idiot. Still, Hank hummed. That was the very first birthday gift he ever received. He deserves nice things, Cassie commented. He's a good kid. Hank chuckled, I'm sure if you gave him something nice, he'd be speechless. Yeah? You know him best, what would you suggest? Raising a brow in thought, the beast replied, Well, I gave him a collection of poetry for Christmas. I don't think he particularly cared for it, but I do think he was happy to receive something. But...what do kids classify as 'nice' these days? Are you kidding? Cassie smiled, now seeming to be in a better mood. These are teenagers. Teenagers don't like anything. Hank's large fingers snapped, He needs new boots. She made a face. I highly doubt he'd let me take him shopping, but it's worth asking. Hank looked to her, rubbing his chin, Take him somewhere? If you take him somewhere, it should be a karaoke establishment. Karaok- what? Why? Shaking his head, the man gave a sly grin, fang peeking out as he answered, He'll never admit it, but I've caught him a few timea singing some tunes. Deimos isn't half bad. Seriously? Deimos? Cassie sounded like she thought Hank was pranking her. Are we talking like show tunes or top 40s? The man rubbed the back of his neck, Well, neither. More...you could try top 40s. You don't think he'll be mad that you told me this? Cassie inquired. She knew Deimos didn't hate her, but he probably wouldn't appreciate being 'outed'. I wouldn't doubt he will, the blue man admitted. Deimos and I...well, we're at odds at the moment, I'm afraid. But, I think he'll enjoy himself if he tries. At odds? Cassie echoed. Why? He's upset that I am trying to encourage him to socialize. Shocker, Cassandra's eyebrows jumped, emphasizing her sarcasm. I'd say he'd be happier if he had friends, but Holly is much more agreeable than he is and she doesn't even have friends. I think, at least, the two of them seem to get along with Laura. Which is good, because Laura needs friends as much as they do. But she's also kind of... Cassie's hand wobbled back and forth. So a stable relationship they do not make. Perhaps for now, Hank thought aloud. But, I strongly believe they can balance each other out. Laura and Deimos? Cassie clarified. That would be nice. Yes. Hank eyed Cassie, She hasn't given you any trouble has she? Not at all, she shook her head. Why? Observation, Hank replied. Laura has never been faced with a situation such as a loved one being engaged. I was wondering how she was holding up. Cassie shrugged. Well, she hasn't attacked me yet so I guess that's pretty good by Laura standards. Well, I'm glad to hear that, Hank smiled. Don't know how she's going to react to this news, though, the woman mumbled solemnly. As far as I'm concerned, I think it's a little early to think there's any news to share. Even if it wasn't, I'm not sharing anything. His decision, he can deal with it. Setting down the pliers, Cassie picked up the necklace. It held together in one piece as she ran it through her fingers, testing for sharp spots. There, she said softly. That should be good. Hank held his hand out, Thank you very much, Cassie. I'm sure Deimos will be overjoyed when he wakes up. Cassie placed the necklace in Hank's jumbo paw. Hope so, she sighed quietly and stood up. Thanks for the help, Doc. Anytime, he smiled, then took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. Talk to him, don't back down. I'll try, she murmured, squeezing back. But you know how he is - stubborn for the sake of it. Well, maybe he won't be for your sake. The knots in her stomach returning, Cassie didn't reply. Instead she let out a deep breath and nodded once before pulling her hand back with a weak smile and slipping out of the clinic. She'd talk to Logan after dinner, there's no way he'd listen to her right now. Most students had finished their meals by the time Bobby was able to limp down to the mess hall. He just planned on grabbing a bite, something to snack on as his stomach, wasn't agreeing with him. He slipped into the kitchen and fridge, past all the tables and people, and grabbed an apple. He took a bite, loving the crisp sensation, before exiting. He was halfway through the hall when he heard his name called out. It was Rogue, waving to him. She was joined by Kurt and Remy, who was twiddling his fingers at the blonde. Sighing, Bobby hobbled over, leaning over to brace himself against the table as he greeted everyone. You look like a mess, boy, the Cajun chuckled. Thanks, Bobby muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. Ya feelin' okay, Bobby? Rogue asked, somewhat concerned. The blonde did look pretty rough. Und, have you alvays had zis jacket? Kurt lifted one side of the cloth. His eyes taking in the blonde's exposed skin - wandering around with just an unzipped jacket on his torso - and noticing the kiss marks that were barely hidden. He released his grip, but said nothing. Yeah, Bobby answered immediately, closing the hoodie around him. He was so out of it he didn't even think to change out of Wade's clothes. I just don't wear it much. Cassie approached then, looking only slightly better than Bobby. She slid into the chair next to Kurt and gave the group a small smile. Hey, she greeted, glancing quickly at all of them. But her gaze stuck on the blonde and after a puzzled moment she raised an eyebrow with a slight smirk. H-Hey, the blonde murmured as he avoided eye contact. He stood up straight, Look. I kinda feel like shit today, so I'm going back to my room. Ya sick? Rogue looked up at him. Maybe ya should talk ta Hank after dinner. He's fine, Ro', Cassie assured their friend. Just worn out, right Blondie? Bobby sent his friend a glare, not wanting to be called that. Yeah, tired, he ground. Was it Wilson? Rogue frowned. You said he was bothering you yesterday. Remy chuckled to himself but kept his mouth shut. It dawned on Cassie that the Cajun knew at least some of what was going on. Poor Rogue was the only one completely out of the loop. Y-yeah, it was, Bobby confirmed, too flustered to lie. It's fine, he left already. I just wanna get some rest. Kurt, who hadn't known about the interactions between his friend and the mercenary, slowly came into realization as to what happened. The young man turned a shade darker than his natural complexion, poking at his food and keeping mute. Rogue crossed her arms, Good. I'm sorry Bobby. You shoulda come 'n got me if he was gonna be that much ofa pain. Uh, thanks Rogue. But you don't need to bother with him, Bobby tried. Remy wrapped an arm around Rogue, pulling her close as he kissed her neck, But, my Anna Marie, if you are always out protectin' da boy, you can't have fun wid ol' Remy as often. 'N I thought we was havin' a blast. I don't need protecting, anyway, Bobby grumbled. Rogue barely even heard him, she was focused on Remy. Yeah, you're pretty good at holding your own with Wade, Cassie teased, alluding to what appeared to be Bobby's newly discovered kink. The blonde couldn't keep down his bruising blush, eapecially with the look he got from Remy as the Cajun glanced at him from the corner of his eye. I'm heading back to my room, the blonde grumbled. Standing up and limping away from the table. Poor guy, Rogue sighed. I can't believe there ain't a thing we can do. Really, he's fine, Cassie insisted, eyes on Rogue but addressing the entire table. Willie doesn't hurt him or anything, he's just... annoying. Glancing at his watch, Kurt stood and sighed, I have to get going. Where to? Cassie asked casually. Rogue and Remy had engrossed themselves in each other.