Confrontation in the Kitchen
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dorksidefikerTitle: Confrontation in the Kitchen
Author:fullmetal_cute
Fandom: New X-Men/New Mutants/Whatever They’re Calling the Book Now
Table/Prompt: Table 3/22. Splatter
Character/Pairing: Illyana, Megan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 466
Summary: Megan is none too pleased that Illyana’s being allowed to stay.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The mayo jar fell from Megan’s fingers and hit the kitchen floor with a surprisingly quiet crash, it’s contents splattering all over the girl’s legs and feet, not to mention the floor. Illyana lingered in the kitchen doorway, a look of strange curiosity mingled with wariness on her face, as if she expected Megan’s friends to pop out of nowhere as she had done and finish what they had tried to do before Sam and Roberto had intervened. Megan stared at her for a long moment, then looked down at her mayo coated feet. “Oh ew.” She tried to shake the worst of the clingy condiment off, but met with no success.
“Megan-”
Megan let out a startled squeek as Illyana seemed to suddenly appear beside her. In reality, the blonde had traversed the kitchen in the most ordinary of ways, retrieving a cleaning rag along the way, and Megan had been entirely too lost in sleep deprived thought to notice.
“Stay away from me!”
Illyana’s hands dropped to her side as Megan stumbled back, the words of the teleportation spell rising to her lips.
“Wait, be-”
Megan hit the floor with a sharp gasp, blood pooling beneath her feet from the cut caused by a piece of the broken mayo jar. “Ow…”
“The glass,” Illyana said unnecessarily, crouching to carefully scoop up the mess. Megan whimpered softly, pulling her foot up to get a better look at the cut.
“Just shut up and leave me alone.”
Illyana looked at Megan through the curtain of her hair, her expression unreadable.
“And don’t you look at me like that,” Megan snapped. “You tore out a chunk of my soul and I don’t want you here, and I don’t care what Mr. Summers or your brother or Sam say, you shouldn’t be here!”
Illyana carried the mess she had scooped up over to the trash, turning her back to Megan. “Do you expect me to tell you that I’m sorry?”
“No,” Megan replied coldly. “No, I don’t, and I wouldn’t accept it of you said it. You don’t get to be sorry. You ate a chunk of my soul, and you gave Balesco’s bitch daughter the chance at the rest! You are a monster.” Her wings pulled her into the air, allowing her to look down at Illyana, her face twisted into a snarl. “And I swear, I am going to make you pay for what you did.”
Then she teleported away, leaving Illyana alone with the mess.
Author:
fullmetal_cuteFandom: New X-Men/New Mutants/Whatever They’re Calling the Book Now
Table/Prompt: Table 3/22. Splatter
Character/Pairing: Illyana, Megan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 466
Summary: Megan is none too pleased that Illyana’s being allowed to stay.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The mayo jar fell from Megan’s fingers and hit the kitchen floor with a surprisingly quiet crash, it’s contents splattering all over the girl’s legs and feet, not to mention the floor. Illyana lingered in the kitchen doorway, a look of strange curiosity mingled with wariness on her face, as if she expected Megan’s friends to pop out of nowhere as she had done and finish what they had tried to do before Sam and Roberto had intervened. Megan stared at her for a long moment, then looked down at her mayo coated feet. “Oh ew.” She tried to shake the worst of the clingy condiment off, but met with no success.
“Megan-”
Megan let out a startled squeek as Illyana seemed to suddenly appear beside her. In reality, the blonde had traversed the kitchen in the most ordinary of ways, retrieving a cleaning rag along the way, and Megan had been entirely too lost in sleep deprived thought to notice.
“Stay away from me!”
Illyana’s hands dropped to her side as Megan stumbled back, the words of the teleportation spell rising to her lips.
“Wait, be-”
Megan hit the floor with a sharp gasp, blood pooling beneath her feet from the cut caused by a piece of the broken mayo jar. “Ow…”
“The glass,” Illyana said unnecessarily, crouching to carefully scoop up the mess. Megan whimpered softly, pulling her foot up to get a better look at the cut.
“Just shut up and leave me alone.”
Illyana looked at Megan through the curtain of her hair, her expression unreadable.
“And don’t you look at me like that,” Megan snapped. “You tore out a chunk of my soul and I don’t want you here, and I don’t care what Mr. Summers or your brother or Sam say, you shouldn’t be here!”
Illyana carried the mess she had scooped up over to the trash, turning her back to Megan. “Do you expect me to tell you that I’m sorry?”
“No,” Megan replied coldly. “No, I don’t, and I wouldn’t accept it of you said it. You don’t get to be sorry. You ate a chunk of my soul, and you gave Balesco’s bitch daughter the chance at the rest! You are a monster.” Her wings pulled her into the air, allowing her to look down at Illyana, her face twisted into a snarl. “And I swear, I am going to make you pay for what you did.”
Then she teleported away, leaving Illyana alone with the mess.