Danny Zuko Timestamp: Interlude
Title: Danny Zuko Timestampts: Interlude, 4 Years after
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1071
Apologies: Just an interlude.
Emily was up, she had been writing a paper for abnormal psych and she was stuck on the conclusion. But it was three am, and she didn’t expect the phone to ring.
“Hey baby.”
Emily blinked and went through the list of people she knew who would get drunk, dial her number, and call her baby.
“Emma?”
“Oooh, got it in one!”
“Are you drunk?”
“You have to ask?” She giggled. “I like champagne.”
“I can tell. Why are you calling me?” Emily didn’t actually mind too much. She laughed. “Baby.”
“I didn’t drunk dial you!”
“No?”
“No.” She could hear Emma pouting. “I dialed you because I love you.”
Emily laughed. “Oh really?”
“No.” She sounded self-satisfied now. “I’m drunk.”
“Yes, I know.”
“And I don’t know where my friends went.”
“You… don’t.”
“They took the limo.” She was whining now.
“The limo?”
“It’s prom.”
“Really?”
“Duh.”
“So your friends dumped you? Where are you?”
“I dunno. Somewhere in New Haven.”
Emily blinked. “What the fuck are you doing in New Haven? Boston is like three hours closer to you!”
“Jenny said she knew a club we could get into in New Haven, and we had the limo, so we told him to drive. We had champagne in the car.”
“Did you go to the club?”
“We went to a bunch of clubs.”
“And your friends ditched you.”
“Yeah.” There was a pause. “It’s cold.”
“Are you outside? Why are you outside?”
“The bar closed.”
“Emma.”
“I’m tired. But they’re gone.”
Emily groaned. “Where the fuck are you?”
“I dunno.”
“Well, the name of the bar? Anything? Any street signs?”
“Ummm, Anthony St?”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“Fuck, that’s the longest street in the city.”
“It’s dark, Emily, and I want to go to bed.”
“Fuck. Just, stay where you are, and… don’t talk to anyone.”
Emily found a coat and shoes and hurried down the stairs and to the lower floor. She banged on the door of her friend James until he opened up. “Can I borrow your car?”
James blinked. “Uh, yeah. What’s wrong?”
“Drunk dialed by a friend who’s stranded somewhere on Anthony street.”
James nodded and tossed her the keys. “The clubs and bars are mostly on the north end.”
“Thanks.”
She hurried down, found James’ car, a classic peach beetle with a skull and crossbones painted on the door, and started driving. She found Emma on the curb, in a pretty dress, covering her face as she tried not to retch in the gutter.
“Get the fuck in here.”
“Nice car.” Emma grinned lazily up at her. “Pirate.”
“It’s not mine, don’t puke in it.” She glanced around. “And get in here. This is New Haven. You’re lucky you haven’t been mugged or raped by now.”
Emma clambered in and pressed her lips against Emma’s cheek in a sloppy kiss. “But my buccaneer hero came for me.”
“So you’re a princess now?”
Emma just leaned against her shoulder and fell asleep.
Emily reached the street by her dorm, parked and then looked down at the sleeping girl. “Do I actually have to carry you?” There was no response. Emily groaned. She opened the door on the other side and caught Emma under her arms, hoisting the skinny girl up over her shoulder. She kicked the door shut and staggered to the dorm entrance. “Fuck, I need to start working out.”
She rested on the landings, her muscles aching as she dragged her body and the load on it up the stairs. She finally hauled Emma up the last staircase, and right then she started to wake up. She showed it by struggling. “Emry,” she mumbled, mostly incomprehensibly. Put me down.”
“Emma…”
“Down!”
Emily dropped her on the floor.
“Bitch,” she spat, and then dragged herself to the edge of the stairwell and vomited.
Emily opened the door and waited for her to finish. At least it wasn’t inside her room. But she was just hanging limply over the bars, so Emily caught her by the shoulders and dragged her inside. “Drink some water.” She chucked a water bottle at Emma.
It bounced off of her and she feebly picked it up off the floor, cracking open the top. Her glare was full strength though. “I love you too, bitch.”
“Drink it. I’m not dealing with you as hungover as shit tomorrow.”
“I’m a Frost, I don’t get hungover.”
Emily rolled her eyes and dropped back on the bed. “Have a good prom?”
Emma grinned at her after she finished half the bottle. “It was pretty good. I made out with Tessa in the limo. She’s cute, but,” she shrugged. “Not like you.”
Emily hadn’t really been called cute before. It was… interesting. “Did you go stag?”
“No.” Emma looked at her like she was an idiot. “I took my boyfriend.”
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Emily said, not willing to be awkward while Emma was drunk. It wasn’t worth the effort.
“I told you.” She frowned. “What’s his name? Daniel. Yeah. Daniel.”
Emily laughed quietly to herself. it wasn’t quite a snicker, but almost. “Didn’t you say he was a fag?”
“He is.” Emma grinned. “But you know, everyone thinks that I’m being generous by being his beard, and no one seems to notice that I’m the one making out with girls at parties.”
“Enjoying your youth?”
Emma blinked up at her, her unfocused eyes limpid and deep. “Might as well, right?”
Emily nodded. “Might as well.”
Emma climbed up onto the bed and pushed her down, curling up next to her. “Because it’s all over when I get you.”
Emily stiffened in surprise. “It is?”
“No kissing random guys when I’m dating you, you said it.”
Emily chuckled, so she had. “And girls?”
“It was implied.”
“I see.”
“It’s all over,” she repeated, burrowing into Emily’s shoulder and dragging the blanket over them both. “’ts all better,” she mumbled, sleepily, her eyes fluttering shut.
“What’s all better?”
“’vrything,” she muttered.
“When?”
“When I get you.”
Emma was asleep, breathing easily and snoring gently, before Emily had come up with a response to it. In the morning, neither brought it up, and Emma called her driver to come pick her up and take her home.
"Couldn't you have called him last night?"
Emma just smiled and shrugged. Emily shook her head. "It's a nice dress, looks good on you."
"Thought you ought to have a chance to see it."