Tear My Heart Open Part 2
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dorksidefikerTitle: Tear My Heart Open Part 2
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jonothon Starsmore, Monet St. Croix, Penance, Nicole St. Croix, Claudette St. Croix
Prompt: 15. Silver and Cold
Word Count: 570
Rating: PG
Summary: "What do you mean, you lost her?"
Author's Notes: Sequel to Tear My Heart Open.
Monet St. Croix stared at the phone in her hand as if it were something truely disgusting. "What do you mean, she's missing? It's your job to watch my sisters! All of them! You incompetant ignoramus! Where would she go?"
***
Jono picked an apple up and inspected it critcally, looking for signs that it was anything less than edible. It looked alright, so he added it to the pile in the cart. "Think that's enough?" he asked Penny. The red skinned girl cocked her head to one side, circling the grocery cart. Slowly, she gave a cautious nod.
"Then we're good to go," Jono said, wheeling, the cart towards the check out, Penance trailing behind like a faithful puppy.
***
Monet stood in the nursery, lips pursed as she regarded her younger sisters. Nicole was doing her very best to look innocent (which only put Monet more on guard_, and Claudette was humming tunelessly, drawing on the floor and ignoring everything around her. "What. Did you. Do?" Monet asked, grinding the words out slowly.
***
The knife sliced easily through the potato, leaving it in two lumpy halves. A few more quick chops rendered it small enough to be dumped in the pot, along with the spuds that had gone before. Jono glanced over his shoulder at Penny, peeling apples. She had three almost-whole peels in front of her, and was working on her fourth.
She seemed... happy.
Jono smiled to himself, blowing brown hair out of his eyes. She finished the fourth peel and munched on the apple.
"Don't eat too many," he cautioned. "You'll spoil your dinner." He blinked, his smile turning into a scowl. "When did I turn into my bleedin' mum?"
***
"She'll be much happier," Nicole said defensively.
"I do not care, Nicole," Monet said, eyes narrowed. "Where is she?"
"You'll just drag her back, and make him sad."
"Him who?"
***
Jono picked up his guitar and carefully tucked it into the case. he darted glances at Pennance, who watched him like a sad puppy. He let out a long, drawn out sigh.
"Alright, stop looking at me like that. You can come."
***
"Penance is not a kitten! You can't just fob her off on someone like that!"
***
Fog enshrouded the London streets as Jono and Penny walked between the pub and the flat. They walked in silence, the only sounds the tapping of Jono's boots and the scraping of Penny's claws. It was a tense silence; they could both feel something in the air.
The two mutants had spent too much time in dangerous situations to write it off as nerves. Penance, the far more leathal of the two, was on point, the long red spikes that made up her hair standing almost on end. Jono guarded the rear, one hand in his pocket and wrapped loosely around his switchblade. Neither of them was about to go down without a fight.
They both heard the quiet click of heels echoing through the fog, a steady tattoo moving steadily towards them. A figure emerged from the cold, damp coverage and stopped, her perfect face a still mask.
"Jonothon."
"Hullo, Monet."
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jonothon Starsmore, Monet St. Croix, Penance, Nicole St. Croix, Claudette St. Croix
Prompt: 15. Silver and Cold
Word Count: 570
Rating: PG
Summary: "What do you mean, you lost her?"
Author's Notes: Sequel to Tear My Heart Open.
Monet St. Croix stared at the phone in her hand as if it were something truely disgusting. "What do you mean, she's missing? It's your job to watch my sisters! All of them! You incompetant ignoramus! Where would she go?"
***
Jono picked an apple up and inspected it critcally, looking for signs that it was anything less than edible. It looked alright, so he added it to the pile in the cart. "Think that's enough?" he asked Penny. The red skinned girl cocked her head to one side, circling the grocery cart. Slowly, she gave a cautious nod.
"Then we're good to go," Jono said, wheeling, the cart towards the check out, Penance trailing behind like a faithful puppy.
***
Monet stood in the nursery, lips pursed as she regarded her younger sisters. Nicole was doing her very best to look innocent (which only put Monet more on guard_, and Claudette was humming tunelessly, drawing on the floor and ignoring everything around her. "What. Did you. Do?" Monet asked, grinding the words out slowly.
***
The knife sliced easily through the potato, leaving it in two lumpy halves. A few more quick chops rendered it small enough to be dumped in the pot, along with the spuds that had gone before. Jono glanced over his shoulder at Penny, peeling apples. She had three almost-whole peels in front of her, and was working on her fourth.
She seemed... happy.
Jono smiled to himself, blowing brown hair out of his eyes. She finished the fourth peel and munched on the apple.
"Don't eat too many," he cautioned. "You'll spoil your dinner." He blinked, his smile turning into a scowl. "When did I turn into my bleedin' mum?"
***
"She'll be much happier," Nicole said defensively.
"I do not care, Nicole," Monet said, eyes narrowed. "Where is she?"
"You'll just drag her back, and make him sad."
"Him who?"
***
Jono picked up his guitar and carefully tucked it into the case. he darted glances at Pennance, who watched him like a sad puppy. He let out a long, drawn out sigh.
"Alright, stop looking at me like that. You can come."
***
"Penance is not a kitten! You can't just fob her off on someone like that!"
***
Fog enshrouded the London streets as Jono and Penny walked between the pub and the flat. They walked in silence, the only sounds the tapping of Jono's boots and the scraping of Penny's claws. It was a tense silence; they could both feel something in the air.
The two mutants had spent too much time in dangerous situations to write it off as nerves. Penance, the far more leathal of the two, was on point, the long red spikes that made up her hair standing almost on end. Jono guarded the rear, one hand in his pocket and wrapped loosely around his switchblade. Neither of them was about to go down without a fight.
They both heard the quiet click of heels echoing through the fog, a steady tattoo moving steadily towards them. A figure emerged from the cold, damp coverage and stopped, her perfect face a still mask.
"Jonothon."
"Hullo, Monet."