( It was a straightforward enough job, really. (Cut for holy crap, length. And murder/attempted murder/racism/Jono being a dick.) )

Bavaria. The Northern Alps. How the hell they'd wound up out here, in the bloody Alps was Jono's best guess, but- Wait. Back it up some.

( It had started when the X-Men had been called... )

Church of Humanity, Jonothon's ass ( Read more... )

It was bound to happen.

No, not Sugar embracing the controversy, pointing to Jono and bragging about him being her latest flame to the press. Show business. He got that. Of course that would happen. If you were thrown a hook, you took it. Anything less would leave the fans bored and looking for some other source of gossip. Hell, Jono was actually ( Read more... )

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, especially with the way things had been headed. First it was Sean and his drinking, and then it was Monet, running into the room (and interrupting a good episode of Iron Chef) to inform the team that Emma had been acting strangely ( Read more... )

Jono had a dilemma.

Or, more accurately, Jono had a whole host of dilemmas, all wrapped up into one tidy little envelope, sitting on his nightstand and staring him in the face. In part, of course, because of his face. The letter was, after all, from Xavier. And accepting the proposal in the letter meant a good many things. Leaving Massachusetts. ( Read more... )