Cooking with Cable
Title : Cooking with Cable
Characters: Cable, Domino, Sam, Tabby. Gen fic!
Word count: 898
Rating: G
Summary: Written for the Marvel Gen meme. Prompt: Cable gives up saving the world for the far better career of TV cook.
Disclaimer: Not mine, or else I would be writing this stuff sober. Srsly. Im so drunk, that saying this is beta-ed is being complimentary.
Fandom: X-Men
Life wasn't supposed to turn out this way.
Nathan Summers had always known he was destined for greatness. After all, there wasn't a single thing he couldn't do or at least learn how to do, and besides, how many futures had him as this great messiah?
It was enough to give anyone a complex.
In the beginning, he had to admit, it was fun completing missions and if he was really honest, the admiration wasn't too bad either. Saving the world had to have its bonuses, and if those bonuses came in the form of unlimited sex and all the praise in the universe, who was complaining? Not him.
He still blames Tabby to this day for what happened to his carefully planned out life.
After a particularly disasterous mission, where they'd barely managed to survive (and he uses that word loosely -- after all, Deadpool could hardly be considered alive...he thinks), he found himself putting a distance between him and his teammates. This was around the time when Tabby and Sam were still together, Domino was his (ish), and he was leader of a rag tag group of mutants, prepared to save the world for the umpteenth time. It was enough to give a guy a headache.
As a rule, he generally avoided the television. He had enough thoughts in his head from various people, organizations (he was always amused as how Scientoligists functioned as a hive mind) that he didn't need random thoughts from useless television programs. This night, however, he can't remember how he ended up in the common room, but coming down the stairs, he found Tabby and Sam, happily encsonced on the couch, riveted by the images on the screen. Curiously, he stood back, arms crossed and watched in fascination as a man transformed ordinary ingredients into something magical. Of course, he knew how to cook -- any self respecting soldier worth his salt knew how to feed his company, even if it was just cooked meat or a stew of sorts, but what the man was making...it was magical.
"What is this program?," he asked, unable to keep his eyes off of the fluid motions of the host.
"I dunno," piped up Tabitha, glancing over the couch. "But gah, it makes me so hungry. Sam.....go make me that." She smacked him in the shoulder, in an attempt to make him listen to her, but he ignored her. With a sigh, she pouted so that her bottom lip was firmly visible. "You don't love me." Although it was clearly a way to guilt Sam, Cable instead felt this insatiable urge to answer her.
"I will make you that."
Both heads swiveled instantly at him and after a few seconds, it was Tabitha who dared to break the silence. "Um...what?"
"Get me those ingredients, and I shall make you a meal you will never forget."
Sam Guthrie had never moved so fast in his life, and four hours later, the entire X-Factor team stood in awe at the elaborate meal that was prepared in front of them. On the table was a three course meal: a lobster and citrus salad to start, followed by a main course of Asian chicken burgers, and finished with a blueberry sorbet. No one cared (or noticed) that the meal wasn't exactly complimentary. All they took notice of was that their mentor was apparently a genius in the kitchen.
Cable wasn't surprised by his apparent latent kitchen prowess. It was easy enough to follow a recipe, and it seemed to him that dedication he'd instilled in himself to be the best fighter and leader possible was easily transferrable to the kitchen. Before too long, he found himself in the kitchen more and more, especially after missions. It soon became a joke within the team, with Domino teasing him for getting stainless steel appliances in order to blend in better. He would've burned her souffle but the food didn't need to suffer.
Eventually, he was finding himself giving over leadership to Domino more and more. He was far more interested in making sure Scott knew how to create the perfect carbonera sauce, than worrying about being killed. Eventually, Professor Xavier started inviting him over to teach the younger students cooking.
Maybe he should blame Trish too.
If it wasn't for her, he would've never been filmed while creating the perfect chocolate cookie, and he would've never been entered into the Food Network's search for the next Star.
Unfortunately, it did happen, and there was no way he was going to lose. He was the best of the best of the best, sir (sometimes Tabby made him watch questionable things), and before too long, other people realized it too.
Soon, Cooking with Cable became the biggest hit since Iron Chef. Whenever he left the house, he had screaming fans, clamouring to know his secrets for the most amazing pesto sauce, and his opinions on what wine to pair with what meal. His team, long having distanced themselves by now, called on a regular basis to laugh but what could he do? He'd found his calling and it wasn't saving the world from unimaginable evils -- it was making sure that dinner time was fun time.
He wouldn't have it any other way, although if he could just get Tabby to stop giggling whenever he mentioned offal, he'd die a happy man.
Characters: Cable, Domino, Sam, Tabby. Gen fic!
Word count: 898
Rating: G
Summary: Written for the Marvel Gen meme. Prompt: Cable gives up saving the world for the far better career of TV cook.
Disclaimer: Not mine, or else I would be writing this stuff sober. Srsly. Im so drunk, that saying this is beta-ed is being complimentary.
Fandom: X-Men
Life wasn't supposed to turn out this way.
Nathan Summers had always known he was destined for greatness. After all, there wasn't a single thing he couldn't do or at least learn how to do, and besides, how many futures had him as this great messiah?
It was enough to give anyone a complex.
In the beginning, he had to admit, it was fun completing missions and if he was really honest, the admiration wasn't too bad either. Saving the world had to have its bonuses, and if those bonuses came in the form of unlimited sex and all the praise in the universe, who was complaining? Not him.
He still blames Tabby to this day for what happened to his carefully planned out life.
After a particularly disasterous mission, where they'd barely managed to survive (and he uses that word loosely -- after all, Deadpool could hardly be considered alive...he thinks), he found himself putting a distance between him and his teammates. This was around the time when Tabby and Sam were still together, Domino was his (ish), and he was leader of a rag tag group of mutants, prepared to save the world for the umpteenth time. It was enough to give a guy a headache.
As a rule, he generally avoided the television. He had enough thoughts in his head from various people, organizations (he was always amused as how Scientoligists functioned as a hive mind) that he didn't need random thoughts from useless television programs. This night, however, he can't remember how he ended up in the common room, but coming down the stairs, he found Tabby and Sam, happily encsonced on the couch, riveted by the images on the screen. Curiously, he stood back, arms crossed and watched in fascination as a man transformed ordinary ingredients into something magical. Of course, he knew how to cook -- any self respecting soldier worth his salt knew how to feed his company, even if it was just cooked meat or a stew of sorts, but what the man was making...it was magical.
"What is this program?," he asked, unable to keep his eyes off of the fluid motions of the host.
"I dunno," piped up Tabitha, glancing over the couch. "But gah, it makes me so hungry. Sam.....go make me that." She smacked him in the shoulder, in an attempt to make him listen to her, but he ignored her. With a sigh, she pouted so that her bottom lip was firmly visible. "You don't love me." Although it was clearly a way to guilt Sam, Cable instead felt this insatiable urge to answer her.
"I will make you that."
Both heads swiveled instantly at him and after a few seconds, it was Tabitha who dared to break the silence. "Um...what?"
"Get me those ingredients, and I shall make you a meal you will never forget."
Sam Guthrie had never moved so fast in his life, and four hours later, the entire X-Factor team stood in awe at the elaborate meal that was prepared in front of them. On the table was a three course meal: a lobster and citrus salad to start, followed by a main course of Asian chicken burgers, and finished with a blueberry sorbet. No one cared (or noticed) that the meal wasn't exactly complimentary. All they took notice of was that their mentor was apparently a genius in the kitchen.
Cable wasn't surprised by his apparent latent kitchen prowess. It was easy enough to follow a recipe, and it seemed to him that dedication he'd instilled in himself to be the best fighter and leader possible was easily transferrable to the kitchen. Before too long, he found himself in the kitchen more and more, especially after missions. It soon became a joke within the team, with Domino teasing him for getting stainless steel appliances in order to blend in better. He would've burned her souffle but the food didn't need to suffer.
Eventually, he was finding himself giving over leadership to Domino more and more. He was far more interested in making sure Scott knew how to create the perfect carbonera sauce, than worrying about being killed. Eventually, Professor Xavier started inviting him over to teach the younger students cooking.
Maybe he should blame Trish too.
If it wasn't for her, he would've never been filmed while creating the perfect chocolate cookie, and he would've never been entered into the Food Network's search for the next Star.
Unfortunately, it did happen, and there was no way he was going to lose. He was the best of the best of the best, sir (sometimes Tabby made him watch questionable things), and before too long, other people realized it too.
Soon, Cooking with Cable became the biggest hit since Iron Chef. Whenever he left the house, he had screaming fans, clamouring to know his secrets for the most amazing pesto sauce, and his opinions on what wine to pair with what meal. His team, long having distanced themselves by now, called on a regular basis to laugh but what could he do? He'd found his calling and it wasn't saving the world from unimaginable evils -- it was making sure that dinner time was fun time.
He wouldn't have it any other way, although if he could just get Tabby to stop giggling whenever he mentioned offal, he'd die a happy man.