Progeny part III
Title: Progeny part III
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jono, Emma, Cessily, Cordelia, Paige
Prompt: 92. November Rain
Word Count: 645
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Things start coming together, and poor Jono’s gonna get the worst of it.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Progeny part 2, obviously.
It was raining outside, a heavy cold rain that spoke of coming winter. It was the kind of rain that cut through clothes, chilling down to the bone. It was the kind of day that inspired a depressing, melancholy mood in Jonothon Starsmore. It had brought about more than one really bad song from his pen. That night, the rain felt… portentous. Like something heavy was coming to drop down on him. Jono watched the rain from inside the motel room he was calling home for the moment. He’d finally drifted away from New York and the others as they all got on with their lives, while he wondered what he was going to do with his. Going back to England was a possibility; Donell had set him up with enough that he could live comfortably in London for a while, but that still left him with nothing to do except avoid his family.
He didn’t have anything he wanted to do. He didn’t have anything he needed to do. The last time he’d been at loose ends like this, he’d almost killed himself.
That didn’t seem like such a hot option this time, but maybe a few more dark, rainy days with nothing to do might change his mind.
The knocking on the door surprised Jono so much that he didn’t answer for several minutes. Finally, he rolled off the bed and opened the door as much as the security door would allow. Emma Frost looked at him through the crack, clearly unimpressed. Rain dripped off the edge of the umbrella she clutched in one white gloved hand as the two stared at each other.
“Look, like I told that tosser Wisdom-”
“This isn’t about the X-Men, Jonothon. This is about Cordelia. You saw her recently, as I understand it.”
“Months ago,” Jono said. “In London, if you’re looking for her. Haven’t seen her since.”
Emma’s lips thinned into a hard line, and her eyes narrowed. “We need to talk.”
***
Cessily ran a tongue over silvery lips, watching Cordelia Frost as she tried to figure out what she wanted to do. She had a family again, people who accepted her just as she was, didn’t wish she wasn’t a mutant. But there was something about her cousin, Esme, that scared her. She was too intense, too strange. And Cordelia was just evil, plain and simple. She hid it well, said and did all the right things, but inside she was just empty and rotten.
Cessily was genuinely scared for what would happen to the baby, but she didn’t dare say anything to anyone. She couldn’t bring herself to trust the X-Men, not after the way they’d disbanded the school and just left all the kids to take care of themselves. Cordelia didn’t care about him - or her - and Esme didn’t think of the baby as a person, but as a thing that they could use.
But so did Ms. Frost, and everyone else there. The baby might be a mutant, might represent a future for all of them.
Cessily just wanted the baby to be loved.
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her,” Paige Guthrie said, breaking in to Cessily’s thoughts. The blonde was studying her inscrutably.
“I guess,” Cessily said, squirming a little.
“Watch yourself,” Paige warned. “She’ll use you for everything she can get.” There could be no doubt that this was the voice of experience talking. Cessily didn’t know what to say to the warning. She turned her attention back to Cordelia, across the room, slowly devouring a cheese cake.
“I will.”
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jono, Emma, Cessily, Cordelia, Paige
Prompt: 92. November Rain
Word Count: 645
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Things start coming together, and poor Jono’s gonna get the worst of it.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Progeny part 2, obviously.
It was raining outside, a heavy cold rain that spoke of coming winter. It was the kind of rain that cut through clothes, chilling down to the bone. It was the kind of day that inspired a depressing, melancholy mood in Jonothon Starsmore. It had brought about more than one really bad song from his pen. That night, the rain felt… portentous. Like something heavy was coming to drop down on him. Jono watched the rain from inside the motel room he was calling home for the moment. He’d finally drifted away from New York and the others as they all got on with their lives, while he wondered what he was going to do with his. Going back to England was a possibility; Donell had set him up with enough that he could live comfortably in London for a while, but that still left him with nothing to do except avoid his family.
He didn’t have anything he wanted to do. He didn’t have anything he needed to do. The last time he’d been at loose ends like this, he’d almost killed himself.
That didn’t seem like such a hot option this time, but maybe a few more dark, rainy days with nothing to do might change his mind.
The knocking on the door surprised Jono so much that he didn’t answer for several minutes. Finally, he rolled off the bed and opened the door as much as the security door would allow. Emma Frost looked at him through the crack, clearly unimpressed. Rain dripped off the edge of the umbrella she clutched in one white gloved hand as the two stared at each other.
“Look, like I told that tosser Wisdom-”
“This isn’t about the X-Men, Jonothon. This is about Cordelia. You saw her recently, as I understand it.”
“Months ago,” Jono said. “In London, if you’re looking for her. Haven’t seen her since.”
Emma’s lips thinned into a hard line, and her eyes narrowed. “We need to talk.”
***
Cessily ran a tongue over silvery lips, watching Cordelia Frost as she tried to figure out what she wanted to do. She had a family again, people who accepted her just as she was, didn’t wish she wasn’t a mutant. But there was something about her cousin, Esme, that scared her. She was too intense, too strange. And Cordelia was just evil, plain and simple. She hid it well, said and did all the right things, but inside she was just empty and rotten.
Cessily was genuinely scared for what would happen to the baby, but she didn’t dare say anything to anyone. She couldn’t bring herself to trust the X-Men, not after the way they’d disbanded the school and just left all the kids to take care of themselves. Cordelia didn’t care about him - or her - and Esme didn’t think of the baby as a person, but as a thing that they could use.
But so did Ms. Frost, and everyone else there. The baby might be a mutant, might represent a future for all of them.
Cessily just wanted the baby to be loved.
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her,” Paige Guthrie said, breaking in to Cessily’s thoughts. The blonde was studying her inscrutably.
“I guess,” Cessily said, squirming a little.
“Watch yourself,” Paige warned. “She’ll use you for everything she can get.” There could be no doubt that this was the voice of experience talking. Cessily didn’t know what to say to the warning. She turned her attention back to Cordelia, across the room, slowly devouring a cheese cake.
“I will.”