Revelations
Title: Revelations
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Angelo, Jono, Josh, Jubilee, and a bunch of Ocs.
Prompt: 21. Angel
Word Count: 658
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The ongoing saga of Angelo’s return from the dead.
Author's Notes: Part of my That Damn Mpreg series.
"There’s something in your lung," the gold skinned man who had been introduced to Angelo as Josh Foley said. "It’s inorganic. I want to take it out and have Ambrose," he nodded to a swarthy younger man who looked more than a little feral, "use his powers to find out where it came from."
Angelo looked from Josh to Jono and Jubilee, who had refused to leave his side since his miraculous return from the dead. "So you want to cut me open?"
"Nothing so drastic. We’ve called in someone who can just teleport it out of your body."
Who? Jono asked suspiciously.
Ambrose squirmed, and Josh refused to meet anyone’s eyes.
Oh no. You’re not letting that crazy son of a bitch anywhere near Angelo.
"It’s so nice to know that nothing ever changes with you, Mr. Starsmore."
Angelo didn’t have time to process what exactly happened until later. Jono was across the room with his scarf off, standing between Angelo and the newcomer, a man who looked really young, despite the head of long white hair he sported. Jubilee moved in quickly, grabbing Jono’s arm and pulling him back as another guy, one Angelo recognized from a few of the pictures at Jubilee and Jono’s home, stepped between them.
"Heya, Bicycle," Ambrose said calmly, as if this kind of thing happened every day.
"Hey, Puppy. How’s it hanging?" the young man Angelo recognized asked in the same tone.
"Slightly to the left."
Jono glared at the white haired man, radiating fury like pavement radiating heat on a scorching hot day.
"…Bicycle?" Angelo asked, feeling that he should add something to the conversation.
"My son has a reputation," Jubilee explained dryly.
"I," the white haired man announced loftily, "am here as a favor to Mr. Foley. Unless, of course, you’d rather have your recently resurrected friend subjected to what would likely be a very painful surgery." He smiled at Angelo and sketched a bow. "Robert Altman-Kaplan, at your service."
I’ll burn that smug look right off your-
"Why don’t you go cool off?"
There was a faint popping sound as Jono disappeared from the room, leaving behind a scent reminiscent of thunder storms. The stunned silence didn’t even last a moment.
"What did you do?" Jubilee groaned.
"Something I should have done ages ago. I dumped him into the pool."
"Then I’d better go get him," Jubilee sighed, pressing her hand against her forehead and rubbing it as she walked out.
"Lovely to see you as always, Mrs. Starsmore!" Robert called after her.
"You are so couched."
"And it was so worth it," the young man replied, producing a chocolate bar from nowhere.
"If we’re done with the drama," Josh said pointedly, "could you get on with what you’re here to do?"
"What, getting the thingie out from inside the gentleman there?" Robert grinned and produced a thin blue disc roughly the size of a half dollar. He let it roll across his knuckles like a magician at a child’s party. "I did it when I came in." He tossed the disc to Ambrose and bowed with a flourish. "For my next trick, I shall make myself disappear." He looked to the man he had come in with before walking out(Zeke, Angelo finally remembered). "Meet me at the car when you’re ready to leave."
"Is it always like this these days?" Angelo asked.
"Only sometimes. Sorry. Bobby’s got a talent for winding Dad up." The youngest Starsmore extended his hand. "I’m Zeke."
Angelo was about to introduce himself when Ambrose sputtered and choked. "You slept with Mr. Starsmore?"
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Angelo, Jono, Josh, Jubilee, and a bunch of Ocs.
Prompt: 21. Angel
Word Count: 658
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The ongoing saga of Angelo’s return from the dead.
Author's Notes: Part of my That Damn Mpreg series.
"There’s something in your lung," the gold skinned man who had been introduced to Angelo as Josh Foley said. "It’s inorganic. I want to take it out and have Ambrose," he nodded to a swarthy younger man who looked more than a little feral, "use his powers to find out where it came from."
Angelo looked from Josh to Jono and Jubilee, who had refused to leave his side since his miraculous return from the dead. "So you want to cut me open?"
"Nothing so drastic. We’ve called in someone who can just teleport it out of your body."
Who? Jono asked suspiciously.
Ambrose squirmed, and Josh refused to meet anyone’s eyes.
Oh no. You’re not letting that crazy son of a bitch anywhere near Angelo.
"It’s so nice to know that nothing ever changes with you, Mr. Starsmore."
Angelo didn’t have time to process what exactly happened until later. Jono was across the room with his scarf off, standing between Angelo and the newcomer, a man who looked really young, despite the head of long white hair he sported. Jubilee moved in quickly, grabbing Jono’s arm and pulling him back as another guy, one Angelo recognized from a few of the pictures at Jubilee and Jono’s home, stepped between them.
"Heya, Bicycle," Ambrose said calmly, as if this kind of thing happened every day.
"Hey, Puppy. How’s it hanging?" the young man Angelo recognized asked in the same tone.
"Slightly to the left."
Jono glared at the white haired man, radiating fury like pavement radiating heat on a scorching hot day.
"…Bicycle?" Angelo asked, feeling that he should add something to the conversation.
"My son has a reputation," Jubilee explained dryly.
"I," the white haired man announced loftily, "am here as a favor to Mr. Foley. Unless, of course, you’d rather have your recently resurrected friend subjected to what would likely be a very painful surgery." He smiled at Angelo and sketched a bow. "Robert Altman-Kaplan, at your service."
I’ll burn that smug look right off your-
"Why don’t you go cool off?"
There was a faint popping sound as Jono disappeared from the room, leaving behind a scent reminiscent of thunder storms. The stunned silence didn’t even last a moment.
"What did you do?" Jubilee groaned.
"Something I should have done ages ago. I dumped him into the pool."
"Then I’d better go get him," Jubilee sighed, pressing her hand against her forehead and rubbing it as she walked out.
"Lovely to see you as always, Mrs. Starsmore!" Robert called after her.
"You are so couched."
"And it was so worth it," the young man replied, producing a chocolate bar from nowhere.
"If we’re done with the drama," Josh said pointedly, "could you get on with what you’re here to do?"
"What, getting the thingie out from inside the gentleman there?" Robert grinned and produced a thin blue disc roughly the size of a half dollar. He let it roll across his knuckles like a magician at a child’s party. "I did it when I came in." He tossed the disc to Ambrose and bowed with a flourish. "For my next trick, I shall make myself disappear." He looked to the man he had come in with before walking out(Zeke, Angelo finally remembered). "Meet me at the car when you’re ready to leave."
"Is it always like this these days?" Angelo asked.
"Only sometimes. Sorry. Bobby’s got a talent for winding Dad up." The youngest Starsmore extended his hand. "I’m Zeke."
Angelo was about to introduce himself when Ambrose sputtered and choked. "You slept with Mr. Starsmore?"