The Price of Fame
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dorksidefikerTitle: The Price of Fame
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Table/Prompt: Table 7 | 2. Do you want love, or do you want fame?
Character/Pairing: Tommy/Megan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 255
Summary: “Look, our lives are all kinds of dangerous.” Tommy’s not too sure how he feels about Megan dancing with Dazzler.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tommy was lingering in the back of the crowd, watching the other dancers slowly file out. He waited until the last of them was gone, then shut the dressing room door before Megan could follow. She stopped short of the door, studying Tommy’s carefully blank expression. She hated that look; it meant that he was upset about something and wouldn’t say what. It amazed her how still he could be when he wore that expression.
“The concert was fun into that guy started firing at the stage.”
Megan looked down at her shoes. “Look, our lives are all kinds of dangerous,” she said. “You were fighting Fin Fang Foom two days ago.”
“Feels different,” he muttered. “Fin Fang Foom is… big and impersonal. This-”
“Was just as impersonal. I was shot at because I was there. No other reason. And it’s not like anyone got hurt.” She pulled Tommy to her. “Doesn’t make it better,” she added. Tommy grunted, resting his chin on top of her hair. “We could give it all up. Get a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Grow potatoes and roses.”
“No we couldn’t,” he said.
“No,” she agreed.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Table/Prompt: Table 7 | 2. Do you want love, or do you want fame?
Character/Pairing: Tommy/Megan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 255
Summary: “Look, our lives are all kinds of dangerous.” Tommy’s not too sure how he feels about Megan dancing with Dazzler.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tommy was lingering in the back of the crowd, watching the other dancers slowly file out. He waited until the last of them was gone, then shut the dressing room door before Megan could follow. She stopped short of the door, studying Tommy’s carefully blank expression. She hated that look; it meant that he was upset about something and wouldn’t say what. It amazed her how still he could be when he wore that expression.
“The concert was fun into that guy started firing at the stage.”
Megan looked down at her shoes. “Look, our lives are all kinds of dangerous,” she said. “You were fighting Fin Fang Foom two days ago.”
“Feels different,” he muttered. “Fin Fang Foom is… big and impersonal. This-”
“Was just as impersonal. I was shot at because I was there. No other reason. And it’s not like anyone got hurt.” She pulled Tommy to her. “Doesn’t make it better,” she added. Tommy grunted, resting his chin on top of her hair. “We could give it all up. Get a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Grow potatoes and roses.”
“No we couldn’t,” he said.
“No,” she agreed.