27 and 91
((This is part of a fic challenge spread over multiple journals. The full table of links can be found here.
Notes: Fic #27 takes place in the Age of Apocalypse, prior to the events of X-Man #3. Fic #91 take place at some point within both nexus and marvel_mansion canon))
27. Parents
"What?" Forge was giving Nate a disapproving look. Which wasn't terribly unusual in and of itself, but for once Nate had no idea what he did. "We're just going to look for some wood and scavenge around a bit. That's all."
Forge raised an eyebrow. He wasn't dense, he could see how close Nate and Theresa had become in such a short time. He knew what else they were up to when they went off alone.
Of all the things Forge had to teach the boy, this was one of the things he dreaded the most. They needed to have a talk. The talk. Only Forge had no idea what to say.
So he just glowered at a puzzled and increasingly frustrated Nate.
Finally, he sighed. "Fine. Don't ta---"
"Yeah, yeah," Nate interrupted. "I know. Don't wander too far off; don't take too long; yadda, yadda, yadda." He rolled his eyes. "I got it. We'll be back later."
Forge only shook his head as Nate turned and began to walk away. "Nate," he called out behind, making the young mutant pause and turn his head.
"Hm?"
There was a moment of awkward silence from Forge, which resulted in a Nate raising an eyebrow in a silent, but impatient go on gesture.
"You and Theresa... be careful. Your actions can have consequences."
Nate let out a breath of frustration. He had no idea what the hell was up with Forge today, and he had run out of patience dealing with it. "Yeah, fine. No using our powers. Can I go now?"
Forge had to stop himself from facepalming. That wasn't what he had meant, but he didn't know what else to say. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed Nate.
Nate just walked off, exasperated. He couldn't help but wonder, were all parents this weird?
91. Birthday
He stared at the calender on the wall. There were 365 days in a year, and he had no idea which one he was "born" on. He had to have a birthday, right? It was one of the defining qualities of being alive, of being human. He wasn't sure which day would count, though. Would it be when Sinister first let him out of his overgrown test tube to see if his lungs were developed enough to breath on thier own? Or when the forced aging had finally ended and he was dumped in the slave pens?
Of course, he had to factor in the fact that he was on a totally different earth now. No telling how many days off was their calender from the one of his homeworld?
He once just figured he should take Cable's birthday, but rejected the idea. He didn't want anything of Cable's, he wanted something of his own. One damn day, was that too much to ask?
He glanced at the calender again, still not seeing any day that would be, that should be his birthday.
Apparently it was too much to ask
Notes: Fic #27 takes place in the Age of Apocalypse, prior to the events of X-Man #3. Fic #91 take place at some point within both nexus and marvel_mansion canon))
27. Parents
"What?" Forge was giving Nate a disapproving look. Which wasn't terribly unusual in and of itself, but for once Nate had no idea what he did. "We're just going to look for some wood and scavenge around a bit. That's all."
Forge raised an eyebrow. He wasn't dense, he could see how close Nate and Theresa had become in such a short time. He knew what else they were up to when they went off alone.
Of all the things Forge had to teach the boy, this was one of the things he dreaded the most. They needed to have a talk. The talk. Only Forge had no idea what to say.
So he just glowered at a puzzled and increasingly frustrated Nate.
Finally, he sighed. "Fine. Don't ta---"
"Yeah, yeah," Nate interrupted. "I know. Don't wander too far off; don't take too long; yadda, yadda, yadda." He rolled his eyes. "I got it. We'll be back later."
Forge only shook his head as Nate turned and began to walk away. "Nate," he called out behind, making the young mutant pause and turn his head.
"Hm?"
There was a moment of awkward silence from Forge, which resulted in a Nate raising an eyebrow in a silent, but impatient go on gesture.
"You and Theresa... be careful. Your actions can have consequences."
Nate let out a breath of frustration. He had no idea what the hell was up with Forge today, and he had run out of patience dealing with it. "Yeah, fine. No using our powers. Can I go now?"
Forge had to stop himself from facepalming. That wasn't what he had meant, but he didn't know what else to say. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed Nate.
Nate just walked off, exasperated. He couldn't help but wonder, were all parents this weird?
91. Birthday
He stared at the calender on the wall. There were 365 days in a year, and he had no idea which one he was "born" on. He had to have a birthday, right? It was one of the defining qualities of being alive, of being human. He wasn't sure which day would count, though. Would it be when Sinister first let him out of his overgrown test tube to see if his lungs were developed enough to breath on thier own? Or when the forced aging had finally ended and he was dumped in the slave pens?
Of course, he had to factor in the fact that he was on a totally different earth now. No telling how many days off was their calender from the one of his homeworld?
He once just figured he should take Cable's birthday, but rejected the idea. He didn't want anything of Cable's, he wanted something of his own. One damn day, was that too much to ask?
He glanced at the calender again, still not seeing any day that would be, that should be his birthday.
Apparently it was too much to ask