[fic] drabble "Home From War" series
Title: drabble from the "Home From War" series
Pairing: Angelo/Jubilee, Jono/Paige
Summary: A few days after Everett uses Jubilee's powers against her in a training session, the team heads to a summer faire, but Angelo and Jubilee don't feel quite up to staying.
Seeing Paige holding Jono’s hand and Everett content with a local girl, Angelo gently slid his hand across Jubilee’s palm until she snatched at it like a life line. It felt cold in the darker places beyond the faire lights. Angelo could tell his friend and teammate had given up on her crush months ago - sometime between the kidnapping and the torture, between Everett synching with her and the fight that ensued.
It still hurt though. It still made her realize how much she had changed. Bastion had broke down a wall she had been keeping up and Angelo could somehow feel the heat of years of pent up power radiating through her hand.
They were alone, Paige finally working through her connection with Jono while Everett moved away from Jubilee. It felt right that the two most alike on the team would finally end up standing at the edge of realization.
Angelo remembered missing her while in California. That she would be the only one that would appreciate the deep need to be back home. The need to smell the salt air and hear the ocean. The need to wake up and go to sleep in 75 degree weather.
He squeezed her hand and tugged her towards the roped off parking lot beyond the trees. “Come on, let’s go see a movie.”
“No. I’d rather just go home.” Jubilee moaned.
“Hell no, and have Sean think we’re depressed - or worse. That we’re being anti-social.” Angelo groaned at the thought of more therapy with Emma, Jean, or Hank.
Jubilee’s grip on his hand strengthened as she slowed him down. He knew she was tired of everyone trying to figure her out; trying to make sure she was healing after Bastion. Being at the Academy had its perks, but it had its price as well.
“Okay,” She offered, “but let’s just go to Denny’s instead.”
He nodded, nearing her moped. “Alright, but you gotta let me smoke.”
The request made her smile and Angelo wondered if it was just a bit of normalcy she appreciated or a déjà vu of her days before the Academy.
* * *
The diner in town was full of truckers, tourists, and late working locals. They had found a small muted corner that staff hardly passed to hide away in so Angelo could smoke and Jubilee could stretch out in the booth seat without too many people eying them.
He liked watching her relax. Her short toned legs reached out to the edge, her small pixie feet barely hanging off so that her sandals would slip off and she would have to scoot down and grab them. Her tank top would ride up periodically and show off her soft flat stomach, not perfect from junk food and too much cola. He remembered her shorts were made from a pair of jeans she had destroyed one night when they were sneaking out to see a movie. They showed off her strong inner thighs, which she gripped with her hands in between small talk and orders. She was comfortable enough with him that she didn’t have to hide herself in her coat or worry she was going to get teased for it later on.
He couldn’t believe he had never noticed it before, but Everett really had screwed up. If he hadn’t used Jubilee’s powers to fight her - if he hadn’t synched her powers so soon after Bastion-
Angelo wouldn’t be the one watching as his friend carefully carried a straw full of RC to her lips and chattered almost unconsciously about something she had been watching earlier.
“You know, you can tell me to shut up, Ange. Everybody else does.”
He blinked, realizing he had missed a question. “Huh? No, I… uh, sorry.”
Pairing: Angelo/Jubilee, Jono/Paige
Summary: A few days after Everett uses Jubilee's powers against her in a training session, the team heads to a summer faire, but Angelo and Jubilee don't feel quite up to staying.
Seeing Paige holding Jono’s hand and Everett content with a local girl, Angelo gently slid his hand across Jubilee’s palm until she snatched at it like a life line. It felt cold in the darker places beyond the faire lights. Angelo could tell his friend and teammate had given up on her crush months ago - sometime between the kidnapping and the torture, between Everett synching with her and the fight that ensued.
It still hurt though. It still made her realize how much she had changed. Bastion had broke down a wall she had been keeping up and Angelo could somehow feel the heat of years of pent up power radiating through her hand.
They were alone, Paige finally working through her connection with Jono while Everett moved away from Jubilee. It felt right that the two most alike on the team would finally end up standing at the edge of realization.
Angelo remembered missing her while in California. That she would be the only one that would appreciate the deep need to be back home. The need to smell the salt air and hear the ocean. The need to wake up and go to sleep in 75 degree weather.
He squeezed her hand and tugged her towards the roped off parking lot beyond the trees. “Come on, let’s go see a movie.”
“No. I’d rather just go home.” Jubilee moaned.
“Hell no, and have Sean think we’re depressed - or worse. That we’re being anti-social.” Angelo groaned at the thought of more therapy with Emma, Jean, or Hank.
Jubilee’s grip on his hand strengthened as she slowed him down. He knew she was tired of everyone trying to figure her out; trying to make sure she was healing after Bastion. Being at the Academy had its perks, but it had its price as well.
“Okay,” She offered, “but let’s just go to Denny’s instead.”
He nodded, nearing her moped. “Alright, but you gotta let me smoke.”
The request made her smile and Angelo wondered if it was just a bit of normalcy she appreciated or a déjà vu of her days before the Academy.
* * *
The diner in town was full of truckers, tourists, and late working locals. They had found a small muted corner that staff hardly passed to hide away in so Angelo could smoke and Jubilee could stretch out in the booth seat without too many people eying them.
He liked watching her relax. Her short toned legs reached out to the edge, her small pixie feet barely hanging off so that her sandals would slip off and she would have to scoot down and grab them. Her tank top would ride up periodically and show off her soft flat stomach, not perfect from junk food and too much cola. He remembered her shorts were made from a pair of jeans she had destroyed one night when they were sneaking out to see a movie. They showed off her strong inner thighs, which she gripped with her hands in between small talk and orders. She was comfortable enough with him that she didn’t have to hide herself in her coat or worry she was going to get teased for it later on.
He couldn’t believe he had never noticed it before, but Everett really had screwed up. If he hadn’t used Jubilee’s powers to fight her - if he hadn’t synched her powers so soon after Bastion-
Angelo wouldn’t be the one watching as his friend carefully carried a straw full of RC to her lips and chattered almost unconsciously about something she had been watching earlier.
“You know, you can tell me to shut up, Ange. Everybody else does.”
He blinked, realizing he had missed a question. “Huh? No, I… uh, sorry.”