A Tough Job
Title: A Tough Job
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: New X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/77. Administer
Character/Pairing: Julian/Sofia, with mentions of Emma Frost
Rating: PG
Word Count: 336
Summary: Even when people have died, the paperwork goes on, and somebody has to do it.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Written for 4h_earthgirl and set in my That Damn Mpreg universe (I hope you don’t mind!) as part of a Fic for Art exchange.
Julian Keller shut the door to his new office behind him and loosened his tie, closing his eyes and licking his suddenly dry lips as he did so. There was already a pile of paperwork sitting on the desk that, two days ago, had belonged to Emma Frost. Julian opened his eyes, and the phone started ringing.
Someone - probably the Cuckoos or Christian - had already swept through the office, removing all the personal object that had made this space undeniably hers.
It still smelled like her, though. As Julian sat in the chair and turned on the computer, he could smell her perfume.
The door opened, allowing Sofia to come in. She watched Julian as he began flipping through the stack of student applications, shipping orders, and Squad Advisor notes, and he watched her right back through his eyelashes. “You should be resting,” he said.
“So should you. How’s the arm?” Sofia asked.
“Not bad enough to keep me from working,” Julian said. “I don’t get started soon, it’s all gonna pile up. Then the pile will mutate and eat me.” He ran his tongue over his teeth and started flipping through the Rolodex, looking for Damage Control’s number.
Sofia sat on the corner of the desk and started shuffling through some of the paperwork. “I’ll get started on shuffling the students around until the south wing can be rebuilt.”
“I was thinking of expanding it, while we’re at it,” Julian mused. “Drake mentioned that we’ve actually got a bit of a surplus in the Rebuilding Fund, in spite of everything.”
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: New X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/77. Administer
Character/Pairing: Julian/Sofia, with mentions of Emma Frost
Rating: PG
Word Count: 336
Summary: Even when people have died, the paperwork goes on, and somebody has to do it.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Written for 4h_earthgirl and set in my That Damn Mpreg universe (I hope you don’t mind!) as part of a Fic for Art exchange.
Julian Keller shut the door to his new office behind him and loosened his tie, closing his eyes and licking his suddenly dry lips as he did so. There was already a pile of paperwork sitting on the desk that, two days ago, had belonged to Emma Frost. Julian opened his eyes, and the phone started ringing.
Someone - probably the Cuckoos or Christian - had already swept through the office, removing all the personal object that had made this space undeniably hers.
It still smelled like her, though. As Julian sat in the chair and turned on the computer, he could smell her perfume.
The door opened, allowing Sofia to come in. She watched Julian as he began flipping through the stack of student applications, shipping orders, and Squad Advisor notes, and he watched her right back through his eyelashes. “You should be resting,” he said.
“So should you. How’s the arm?” Sofia asked.
“Not bad enough to keep me from working,” Julian said. “I don’t get started soon, it’s all gonna pile up. Then the pile will mutate and eat me.” He ran his tongue over his teeth and started flipping through the Rolodex, looking for Damage Control’s number.
Sofia sat on the corner of the desk and started shuffling through some of the paperwork. “I’ll get started on shuffling the students around until the south wing can be rebuilt.”
“I was thinking of expanding it, while we’re at it,” Julian mused. “Drake mentioned that we’ve actually got a bit of a surplus in the Rebuilding Fund, in spite of everything.”