He wasn't exactly sure what caused it -well he was, but that was something he didn't want to consider at that point. It was like his feet were on autopilot, and after sitting staring at his own wall for a few hours, he finally stood up and just walked ( Read more... )

Following illness and then treatment, Spencer went straight to his bed and slept for almost a day straight before food became a real need. It was like going through the motions. He knew what he had to do ( Read more... )

Laying in her bed, she could practically hear the ticking of the caged clock on the wall. He'd wound her up, gave her hope, kissed her breathless, then barely talked to her for days. Betsy knew it meant he was having second thoughts about her and them. They were right there on the cusp and now she felt like everything was slipping away ( Read more... )

He'd been the good little patient, and had stayed in the Med Lab for the two weeks, as Hope ordered. But Martini was done, having to sit in that clean, sterile environment day after day. Besides, Mark just kept telling himself he was healed up. Mostly. He wasn't sure if the MPs at the entrance would let him pass, so he just used his powers to speed ( Read more... )

Gloria sat in the Mess Hall her back toward one of the corners. She had a plate of food sitting on the table in front of her already spiced with some hot sauce she'd managed to find. She was watching it cool steam rising into the cooler air above it. She took a look around hoping it didn't get too exciting in there. She wanted to finish a meal ( Read more... )

Manuel had decidedly been avoiding encountering most of his new teammates. It wasn't that he was inherently antisocial, but he'd learned a long time ago that he couldn't handle the constant press of emotions from all sides. Emotions, he'd found, were like voices. The closer you were to someone, the louder their feelings were. Therefore, with the ( Read more... )

( Jean messes with Logan a bit more. )

It had been three days now since Victor's incarceration in solitary confinement. Stryker had 'escorted' him to the brig at gunpoint; had he been any further lost in his rage, he would have tried to take down Stryker, too, but unlike the last time he'd had to be locked up, he still had some degree of control over himself and he'd gone along quietly ( Read more... )

*Victor had barely spoken to Emma for the past couple of days, still sulking after their argument and subsequent fight; on the few occasions that he had succumbed to sleep, he'd been sleeping alone, and the enforced celibacy and frosty (no pun intended) atmosphere between the two of them was really taking its toll. Their mental exchanges had been ( Read more... )

*While it had taken a while to reset her telepathic barriers again, Emma had made a point of simply keeping the mental wall as in place as she could, blocking everything out. Sure, the occasional thing crept through her walls, but it was the usual 'I'm so glad I'm me again' things, or Rictor being Rictor, so she wasn't too concerned ( Read more... )