FILL: Friend Like Me, 1/?
anonymous
June 25 2011, 03:44:49 UTC
OP, your prompt is a thing of beauty and deserves a far better fill than I am capable of writing. I'll do my best, though!
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As far as Emma Frost was concerned, Magneto had turned out to be a surprisingly decent boss. He spent too much time sulking in his bedroom and turning household furnishings into scrap metal-also, he had an incredibly childish nickname-but he gave them Saturdays off and didn’t consider regular sex a part of her job description , both of which tipped the scales heavily in his favor.
If her time under the well-manicured thumb of Sebastian Shaw had taught her anything at all, though, it was that job security was nothing to take for granted. Given Magneto’s track record of shifting loyalties, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t abandon his quest for mutant supremacy as quickly as he’d embarked on it-and if that happened, then her position as Charles Xavier’s replacement would be quickly and uncomfortably redundant. She could see it now: “Sorry about that, Ms. Frost, but it looks like it’s back on the run for you, and good luck eluding the secret services of the two most powerful nations in the world!”
Emma, who disliked the KGB on principle and had no reason to think that the CIA was any better, was nothing if not a woman of foresight.
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As far as Emma Frost was concerned, Magneto had turned out to be a surprisingly decent boss. He spent too much time sulking in his bedroom and turning household furnishings into scrap metal-also, he had an incredibly childish nickname-but he gave them Saturdays off and didn’t consider regular sex a part of her job description , both of which tipped the scales heavily in his favor.
If her time under the well-manicured thumb of Sebastian Shaw had taught her anything at all, though, it was that job security was nothing to take for granted. Given Magneto’s track record of shifting loyalties, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t abandon his quest for mutant supremacy as quickly as he’d embarked on it-and if that happened, then her position as Charles Xavier’s replacement would be quickly and uncomfortably redundant. She could see it now: “Sorry about that, Ms. Frost, but it looks like it’s back on the run for you, and good luck eluding the secret services of the two most powerful nations in the world!”
Emma, who disliked the KGB on principle and had no reason to think that the CIA was any better, was nothing if not a woman of foresight.
It was time to invest in an insurance policy.
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