|
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 15, 2009 16:01:25 GMT -6
|
|
Team Leader of the X-Men Teacher of Self-Defense
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sept 11, 2024 5:25:13 GMT -6
|
|
|
|
|
Did it really just work out? Did she actually take his word for it? As she exited the room he could tell she was suspicious but he did his best and smiled at her the entire time. As she exited the infirmary and went out of site Sam felt a fist hit the area where his gash used to be. Area still tender Sam winced and looked to Doc who had a disappointed look on his face.
”What?” Sam said defensively as he continued, ”you think I like lying to her? I still feel like I am gonna puke about the whole situation. You saw her lack of control, and I would be far to distracted worrying about her than the success of the mission, she’ll understand and can throw as many vases at me as she wants when I get back…” watching the old eyes of the healer roll Sam averted the gaze of the old man. He already felt bad as is about the whole situation, why look at the Doc if he was just going to make him feel worse.
Fifteen minutes that was all it took and Sam was completely healed again and with a fast motion Sam sent Koga and a few other of his students information to take care of Bruno and Cammie while he was away. After that he made sure that both Sara and Kaz were already at the X-Jet before heading there.
Being one of the few members of the mansion and the team that could pilot such a craft Sam had always left a spare pack with a few days supplies on the jet. Luck did after all favor the prepared and seeing as he was about to leave without Alex, he was going to need as much luck as possible. As he gave everyone a slight nod and turned the Jet on Sam buckled up and started the engines the basketball courts splitting apart for take off.
As they were in the air five minutes before Alex was supposed to arrive, Sam picked up his phone and dialed for Alex. Clearing his throat and looking to both Kaz and Sara he said, ”Not a word…” the phone rang once as he spoke, ”Hey Al, I know your about to head to the hanger…. But….. it might not be the best idea seeing as we already left…. I know your really, really, really mad but I want you to know that I’ll be calling you when we land and hopefully you won’t be to upset still, I only left you behind because I didn’t want something to happen to you…” Sam paused for a response before saying, ”Miss you…”
|
|
|
|
Posted by circe on Nov 15, 2009 16:43:07 GMT -6
|
|
|
Alexandra took her time to reach her room, her mood sour as she passed by a few mansion residents, their hello’s being responded to with a short nod. Once she set her foot inside her room she closed-no, slammed the door closed as she headed for the closet, her mind not really on packing but more on what would happen once she got to Romania. Somehow, she needed to slip past the X-Men and go to the Underground and talk to Pacifica.
Sighing, Alexandra threw some shirts into a bag.
She was somewhere in the middle of packing when she heard the jet take off. Why that- Alexandra growled as she dropped the piece of clothing she was holding in her hand. In a few seconds she was already storming out of her room, heading for the Infirmary. This time, no one even dared to say hello, her face expressing just too much anger for anyone to feel comfortable enough to get her attention. With that face she entered the infirmary, the Doc looking up from the papers as she closed the door shut.
“Don’t look at me like that. I have nothing to do with it.” Alexandra glared in the Doc’s direction. She wasn’t here to blame the doc, of course. “Look at the bright side, he said you could smash as many vases in his head as you’d like once he gets back.” The molecule manipulator was about to open her mouth to make a comment at the doc’s attempt to lighten up the mood when the phone rang. The name on the screen made her nostrils flare with anger. “Hello?” she answered in a voice so icy that could have made hell freeze over twice.
Sam’s voice didn’t have the usual effect of softening her. No, fingers tapped against a table as she listened to him, anger increasing with every moment. When he paused, she finally spoke. “You are dead, Sam Johnson.”
”I miss you…”
Alexandra hung up the phone without giving him an answer. Don’t worry, Sam, you won’t get the chance to miss me. What did he think? That if he didn’t give her a ride in that fancy X-Jet she’d actually listen to him? Oh, he certainly didn’t know that if Alexandra Kettler wanted something, she got it.
“Alexandra, I think he was right… he was worried about you… It’s the best you stay here.”
The Doc. Yeah, she was in the Infirmary. Blue eyes traveled amused to the Doc Prof. “You actually think that if Sam told me I should stay here, I will?” Confusion arose in the Doc’s eyes as he looked at Alexandra curiously. “Why do you think I came here? To blame you for his actions? Nah.” Pausing she approached the doc’s desk with a mischievous smile on her face. “I wanted to tell you that I’m taking the next plane to Romania so I guess you’ll have to deal with the Infirmary by yourself while I’m gone… or you can make Garrett do the paperwork.” Grinning slightly, she lowered her head. “The man who’d make me change my mind has yet to be born, doc.” Winking at the older man, Alexandra turned around and walked toward the door, letting a confused doc prof stare at her. “Bye Doc. I’m gonna send you a postcard.”
|
|
|
Nov 16, 2009 12:19:58 GMT -6
circe
|
|
|