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The Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Thursday Afternoon
"I don't wanna gooooooooo," Jan shouted. "No! No! No ( Read more... ) -
The Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday
Nathan... was already used to getting up really early in the morning in order to cater to the whims of a child. After four years with Jan, the concept of this particular weekend was about as frightening as the idea of getting into a fistfight with a cow ( Read more... ) -
Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Morning
Don't ask how he'd gotten the suit on overnight ( Read more... ) -
The Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday
Cable prided himself on guarding Janice at all times. It was his main priority, the one to end all other priorities; the only way he would possibly give her up to, say, go spend some time in an X-Men warehouse with certain mutants he had a small amount of trust for was if her life was in danger if she didn't ( Read more... ) -
Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Monday Morning
Cable had not been absent these past few weeks, though it might have seemed that way. He had been on-island, listening to all the radio broadcasts, debriefing Zoe about what she knew, and poking around the machinery held within the island, hoping for a solution ( Read more... ) -
Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Evening
Jan's birthday party had been a private affair, for once, partly because Nate felt there really wasn't any topping the last time without massive security concerns. One-upping Anakin did not beat security concerns. Also, it meant more plush giraffes, and rather less real giraffes that would eat stuff ( Read more... ) -
Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Wednesday Morning
The grey was gone and life was back to normal. Normal-ish, since it was a time travelling mutant messiah and a talkative mercenary raising a small child. Whatever counted as normal there, at least ( Read more... ) -
A Safehouse Somewhere in Kuwait, Sunday Afternoon
"Bam! Bam! Bam bam bam bam ( Read more... )