Can't be happy all the time. [For Victor; with threadcrashing by Manuel]

[flowlikemagma]

Despite the weird circumstances going on around the camp, Allison was happy. She was back on a team and things seemed to be going well. She was back with Manuel, and things had never been better. The link was back open, and she hadn't realized how much she missed it. She never had the phantom limb pain type feeling when it was gone, which was

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[watch_the_nails]

She may as well have tried to sidestep a landslide. Once Victor caught wind of a potential victim, it was very rare of him to give up until he'd chased down his prey and done what he wanted with it. In this case, Allison was his target, and he had some delicious little revelations he wanted to share with her. Oh sure, he'd now made up with Emma in a very physical way, but that didn't stop him enjoying himself by terrorising the other women in the team whenever he could. Emma was well aware of it, and she tended to turn a blind eye to his games as long as he didn't press things and start thinking he could bed anyone else. It kept him out of her hair for a while, at least. Unfortunately for the other women involved, though, they couldn't have known just how far Victor would go.

"Hey there, Blondie." He was knocking back a bottle of beer and grinning at her, a horrible glint in his eye. It was clear that he meant mischief. "You're in a hurry, sweetheart. Where's the fire?"

[flowlikemagma]

Her lip curled into a snarl as he called her Blondie, but she kept walking. Until the 'fire' line. That was just too much temptation for her. She was doing her damnedest to not provoke Victor. Logan had been right the one time he called her out. She was one to gravitate toward attention, negative or positive, and drawing Victor into a pissing contest was the easiest way to get it.

She was being lavished with attention now, and didn't feel the need to do much more than remind Victor that he needed to leave her alone. She stopped in her tracks and tugged up her sleeve, letting her hand glow orange. Flames danced from her fingertips and she turned and smiled, holding up her fist.

"Right here. Cold?"

[watch_the_nails]

"Right now? I'm pretty damn hot, actually." Normally he'd have flinched at the sight of her fingers, since he could still recall the touch of her flames all too well; today, though, he was feeling cocky and confident, his attitude bolstered by his recent re-affirmation of things with his woman, and he just smirked right back at Allison as she tried to intimidate him. Not only that, but thanks to Jean, he was in possession of some pretty damn good mental pornography. And he wanted to share. "You wanna know why?"

[flowlikemagma]

Allison let the glow die away from her hand, rolling her eyes. "You're not, actually. You're as repellent as you always are. You just look younger." She almost cringed when she realized his pompous ass might take that as her calling him hot. Instead of rebuffing her own statement, she fixed him with a glare and shook her head. "No, I don't. Get fucked, Victor."

[empathetic_ass]

Manuel rubbed his hands down Allison's upper arms, his thumbs caressing her shoulders as he tried to weigh her emotional state. She was a wreck. There was something more going on here than whatever met the eye.

He frowned and then nodded, feeling her panic and fear rise again. He tamped down the panic, then the fear, pulling himself up and guiding her along with him. "C'mon. We'll go back to my room." Shooting a glare over his shoulder at the MP, he snarled.

"What are you looking at, cabron? Get out of here."

[flowlikemagma]

She stood up with him, leaning into his side and sliding an arm around his waist. Even if she didn't like the idea of Manuel messing with her emotions, Allison was glad to feel her heart slowing in her chest. It was so much easier than waiting it out, considering that she would probably have to be carried away.

Moving slowly, she clung to Manuel until they reached his room, then she shed her clothing down to her underwear and t-shirt, crawling into Manuel's bed. She just wanted to curl up in his arms, let the world fall away for awhile.

It was then, and only then, that the uproar started in her mind. How could he have known? He knew it from Manuel's perspective, like he'd been Manuel; he knew things there was no possible way any person other than Manuel could have known, because she sure as shit wasn't telling anyone. But neither would he...

"Fuck," Allison cursed, pressing her face into the mattress as she coiled into a tight ball.

[empathetic_ass]

Manuel would have carried her if he hadn't thought she would have hated it. She didn't need to feel weak right now. She needed to feel strong. He helped her towards his room, unlocking the door with one hand before he shouldered it open. Pulling her in, he stripped off his own boots and pants, sliding into the bed with her. He pulled her close and winced as she cursed, his hand curling around her shoulder as he pushed hair from her face.

"Querida. Tell me what happened."

[flowlikemagma]

She was resistant to tell Manuel anything. It was easier, keeping the crap that had happened over her time with Weapon X a secret from him. If she told him, then it was more real. It happened, and not just to the blonde girl who burns shit. He knew her better than anyone else. He'd know everything.

But this was different... This he needed to know, simply because it involved him now.

"He was saying things," she said into the bed, turning as his hand pulled her hair away from her face. "Talking about things he couldn't have known and somehow did." Her heart throbbed in her chest and she moved into him, leaning her forehead against his chest. "Things about us, really intimate things." Allison shuddered slightly at the thought of him knowing about the mole on her thigh.

"I've had problems with him before, too." Her body trembled slightly, and she moved in closer to him.