TJ drabble fic
"Dad? Would you please stop looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you’re about to start blubbering about how your little girl’s all grown up? I mean, if you’re going to do that, can we at least wait until James and I are gone?"
It was the night of the Kennedy High Senior Prom, a milestone for so many teenagers, mutant and human alike. While TJ had had no shortage of invitations from classmates, it was her on-again off-again boyfriend, James Proudstar with whom she was going. There was something to be said for walking into the room on the arm of a seven-foot-tall mutant powerhouse.
"Ja, ja, I shall contain myself. I cannot promise your mother will do the same th-"
"Oh Talia!" Wanda practically squealed when she came into the room, nearly blinding her daughter with camera flashes. A slight poke at the laws of probability ensured that young TJ’s eyes would be open in each shot, and that the angle would be perfect.
"The dress is a little lower cut than I thought it would be, you know."
"Oh, hush Kurt, and enjoy the fact that she’s actually wearing a dress. Do you know how hard it was to convince her not to go in a tuxedo?" Far be it from Wanda to critisize her daughter for revealing clothing.
TJ sighed. "Where -is- James? It’s not like he has to drive here to pick me up or anything. I bet he’s just trying to figure out the bow tie-"
"Elf, Wanda, Teej, I hate to interrupt ya, but we’ve got a bit of a situation in the city. Again," Wolverine’s voice came over the comm system.
"Apocolypse?"
"Nope, today ain’t a Tuesday. Cyke an’ the Brotherhood this time. Hostage situation."
Kurt closed his remaining eye, pinching the bridge of his nose. Fifteen years ago, he never would have guessed Scott could ever do the things he’d done. All in the name of a grudge against Logan. "Schisse. Alright, I’ll get suited up and- Talia, get back here, you’re not coming on this one, you’ve got the night off."
TJ was already pulling out the extensions she’d pinned in with her braids, the style she’d taken about an hour to get right undone in seconds. "Dad, I’m not gonna go and dance while people could be getting hurt. Besides, these shoes are killing me already." The offending footwear was kicked off just as she met her would-be date at the door. "Hey babe, change of plans. We got some butt to kick. Uncle Logan, I’ll be ready and suited up in a minute."
"At least we have photographic proof of her wearing a dress," Kurt mused as his daughter ran off to change into her uniform.
Short narrative written for elseworldexiles that I'm rather happy with. Fluff, but... well, it's something.