French Quarter

*No need to be polite for me* -she fired back with a smug smile on her face. Of course she knew he was talking about Ben, but Emma was her own enigma. She was hot and cold with emotions. Sometimes she could be tender, but for the most part her heart seemed to run cold. She was one of the ones that got called in when something had to be done that might be considered unsavory. Emma straddled the line of being a hero and a villain. It all depended on the day of the week, and perhaps what she could gain out of it. This particular mission she gained some time with Scott. And it always felt good to win over Jean. Not that there was a competition between the two, because Emma had no competition, it was sometimes about taking what was hers. It gave Emma a bit of wicked delight knowing she was winning Scott. She would ensure of it too.

Scott thought of everything, which was why he was a team leader. She knew about the hotels and if she had her choice they’d be staying someplace nicer, at least her and Scott. She did not stay in Motel 6’s. She would have nightmares if she had to stay in a four star hotel. It had better be five star with 24/7 room service. He doled out their instructions, and she couldn’t help but notice he put three together and her with just him. Another smug look seemed to cross her features. Not to anyone in particular though.

Before they could split completely she would touch Johnny’s arm to get his attention. She spoke to him, but with her lips. He wouldn’t have felt her. Unlike Jean, Emma didn’t announce when she was entering someone’s head.- *Take care of Ms. Guthrie she ,let’s say, lacks experience in the areas. Areas that you seem to be fond of.* -she said and before she would move away from him. It was just that quick. Before she departed from him.

Emma walked down the ramp with a grace that should be hard to do in stilettos, she made it look easy. Before walking, he would see Emma close her eyes. She was searching with her mind for anything that seemed out of place before they would do their walk. She picked up on some mind chatter, but nothing that stood out. For the most part this place was abandoned but had a few squatters and unsavory types that used it as a safe house. She found a drug den, but nothing stuck out there, she found a few men who just committed a crime, but they weren’t here for them. She didn’t have the noble attitude to apprehend anyone for wrong doings. If anything she was making note of the drug den. For future dealings if her funds ever got low. –

“Nothing noteworthy so far. Let’s keep moving.” -she said as she took point, but she kept her mind open for anything that might stick out.- “But I could be lying. I could want an extra day or two here with you.” -she looked back over her shoulder at him, that wide grin was still on her lips. Because it was true. Emma could be lying to him, easily. He wouldn’t know the difference between a truth and a lie. She was skilled at lying to the point where even the best lie detector wouldn’t catch it.

Finally she turned her head forward as she continued to walk. There was a confidence in her stride. She seemed to fear nothing and wasn’t keeping as alert as him, but she was. Just in a different way. She didn’t need to use her eyes, she only needed to use her mind to scan around.-   

“Scott…” -she said as she stopped and she winced for a moment.- “We need to hurry.” -was all she said to him. And this time he would notice her face turned to something more serious. Her lips set in a firm line. She brought her com up to reach out to Ben.-

“Hey, Benny Love..” -came that delicious voice over the comm to Ben.- “Check in at the X-Mansion for me.” -she asked him as if she was asking her lover to make her a cup of coffee. The type of voice that could make men clamor and fight to the death for her.- “Might be nothing, might be something.” -she said to Scott. When Ben reported back over the com that everything seemed to be ok there, Emma once again made a face. Almost annoyed but also contemplating.- “Thanks, darling.” -she cooed over the com before cutting it off, she also gave Scott no further explanation. Emma was the queen of playing everything close to her chest, and also didn’t believe in ruining the mood.-




-Paige had mostly told him stories about growing up with her family. She didn’t go into full details but gave him quick run downs on her brothers and sisters. How Ray was adopted into the family, but she considered him her brother regardless of that fact. She didn’t say how Ray was adopted into the family. Mostly talked about her siblings and their likes and dislikes. Keeping the conversation light with nothing to heavy in it. She mostly talked about Sam, and it was very clear that Paige idolized her older brother. Wanting to prove she could be like him, but only better. They talked a little bit about music and she asked him not to sing on the jet while laughing.

She also wasn’t blind to the looks she got from Sue and Ben when they thought she was looking. Paige just ignored them for the most part. She had heard stories about Johnny, so she probably worried she was getting in over her head. She was. She knew she was. She really should keep this mission friendly, but Scott went off alone with Emma. Except she knew Scott was to responsible to do anything other then focus on the mission and she wanted to emulate that.-

“You puked in the limo?” -she asked him with a quirked brow and a small smile on her lips. The mansion threw little dances like that so the kids didn’t miss out on those experiences and it was a fun time for everyone. It wasn’t just for one particular class. Everyone got to get dressed up and go a dance. Xavier wanted them to feel normal, and Scott seemingly kept that tradition.

Though Paige thought she might puke in the bubble, because it was invisible. She didn’t fly. It wasn’t one of her powers. But when Sue put them in the bubble. There was an awkward silence.-

“Johnny means well.” -Sue said as Johnny flamed on to speed away from them. She watched him go as she looked over at Paige flying in the bubble.- “He does sometimes get ahead of himself. He isn’t as much as a hothead as everyone makes him out to be. He’s just impulsive with a good heart, but a sometimes a dumb boy brain.” -she said with a light laugh.-

“Ah’ve seen the dumb boy brain. It’s alright, Sue. Can Ah call you Sue?” -Sue gave her a nod of approval.- “Ah think yer readin’ too much into this. It’s a mission. We’re just apart of the same mission.” -Paige said delicately because the last thing she wanted to do was to tell Johnny’s sister she had a crush on him. Again she kept it mission focused. This warranted a look from Sue…and in Sue’s mind all she could think of was ‘god help this girl’.

Finally they reached where the antipode would be. Sue let Paige and herself out of the bubble she created and of course Johnny was already there. Sue then pulled out a small data pad, gifted to her by her husband that could easily fit into her suit. She started to read some of the signatures around their area. The device beeped steadily.

Paige moved over towards Johnny, and watched as Sue came prepared. It was a little chilly right now. So she stuck her hands in her sweatshirt pockets. She felt out of place not being in a uniform like the rest of the team. Ben wasn’t in much of a uniform, but he was also a rock.- “Ah guess Ah missed the memo of bringing your own equipment.” -she chirped to him as she started to walk a few huge paces behind Sue, just letting her do her thing. She heard the steady beeping of the tool in her hand.-

“What’s you’re best guess here? Virus or something else?” -she asked him. The beep was still filling the silence around them as Sue stalked forward as if she had a hunch about something. Emma’s voice came over the com and the way she was sweet talking Ben made her want to crawl out of her skin, and she actually could. Though she got concerned about why she would want to check the x-mansion but the all clear came over the com from Ben. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.-

“Ah am kind of worried about Logan and Jean. We don’t know what this is, or what it will do to them. Ah don’t think Ah would have put them together though.  Ah shouldn’t doubt Scott’s orders, but, Ah don’t know. Maybe he’s pushing them together so he can feel free to be with Emma. You see how they were looking at each other on the flight?” -she wasn’t one for gossip but she had to make sure she wasn’t the only one that noticed.

Sue could hear them and wanted to chime in, ‘you didn’t see how Johnny was looking at you, but she kept her mouth shut and her eyes forward. Scanning around with not just the device but looking for anything that might have been rendered invisible from their view.-

“Scott Summers.” -her voice was accusatory and surprised as if she didn’t think he had it in him to be so dirty. It didn’t surprise her too much. She knew what lurked inside of his mind, all those devious thoughts he wouldn’t tell anyone else, or share with anyone else. Emma truly enjoyed those obscene thoughts that flashed in her mind. He had no idea the Pandora’s bod he was opening

Emma had stopped getting dressed, only so she could watch him. The words he spoke, the images he sent. Everything about Scott Summers was almost perfect. He also happened to be single now too, which worked even better for Emma. Not that she had cared when they started the mental affair. He wasn’t completely single at the start of it. Maybe he wasn’t as perfect as one would think, but there was perfect to Emma, and perfect to everyone else.  Emma watched as he pulled on the uniform, but mostly she watched him have to adjust himself to fit himself into it. This edged a smile on her lips.-

*I’ve never been good girl.* -she said back to him, and she could send him a few other mental images if she wanted too. But as it were they really needed to get on the jet. Emma was determined to get this wrapped up quickly so she could steal Scott for a week apparently. She had finished getting her uniform on. She still looked ultimately put together as they entered the blackbird together. It felt right. Even if Emma would never say that. It felt right to walk on the Blackbird with Scott. Not just entering the blackbird. That had nothing to do with it.

However when the co-polite seat was offered to Ben, she turned and raised an eyebrow at Scott. She was better suited for co-polite so she didn’t like the silent demotion he gave her. And she wouldn’t stand for it either. She moved over behind Ben, she cleared her throat and just tapped his large rock like shoulder.- “Excuse, Mr. Grimm, but I’ll be taking the role of co-polite. I believe I am better suited to fly the Blackbird.” -she said in a voice that dripped with a mix of venom and honey. Sweet words, but a dangerous underlaying tone to them.  Her finger nails gently rapped on the back of his seat as she waited for him to get up and move for her. Because who the hell would say no to Emma. She even glanced over at Scott and dared him to say something to her about her.

When Ben moved, Emma took his spot and she started to hit a few of the controls expertly and with more delicate fingers then Ben would have. Her eyes gave Scott a sidelong glance but that smile was still there. He might run the show, but he didn’t run her. Not yet anyways.



-Paige had watched what happened with Ben, when she had met him she made the joke about Johnny to him ‘that he was nothing a fire extinguisher couldn’t handle. Which got a laugh from Ben and from Sue. That made Paige happy, not that she enjoyed making jokes at someone’s expense but it just happened.  She just buckled herself. She had taken a seat and Johnny seemingly took the one next to her and that left Sue and Ben to take the others that were free. Sue didn’t care so much. But she was picking up on something between he young blonde and her brother and it made her squint her eyes at the back of him. Paige’s bag was tucked safely away to keep it from flying around unsecured on the blackbird.

She had set her watch to what time they should arrive so she could keep track of it.  It was going to be a long flight, lucky enough not as long as if they were in a regular airplane. The Blackbird was quick, but it would still feel like almost forever. Even with Scott and Emma at the helm.

It had been a mostly uneventful trip. Some small talk, Scott had filled every one in on what was happening, and it was a met with a sigh from Emma that Paige picked up on. Johnny seemed to be doing just fine being along for the ride it seemed. Sue had fallen asleep at some point and woke up when they were nearing Australia. Paige glanced at her watch and hit a button to keep it from beeping. She felt the Blackbird start to descend and that familiar feeling in her stomach hit her. It was like going down a hill on a roller coaster. It only ever happened to her when they were getting ready to land.

Once the Blackbird was landed the group would start to get themselves a little more together. Scott had probably already come up with a game plan already. Paige had come up with a few while they were flying there but she was betting none of them would have been as good as the one he came up with.-

-She had walked in just as he was finishing singing, and honestly it waivered her mood a little bit. She was being childish. That much she understood. She had no claim to the man. She had no claim to any man. It was just she had her heart broken once and honestly that was enough for her. While she of course heard some tales about the man through Kitty, Paige knew they all had pasts. They all had dalliances. It was to be expected. The longest running relationship was Scott and Jean, and that wasn’t even a thing anymore. That she knew of. She didn’t know the full details of why Scott and Jean broke up, but Jean got prickly when Emma was around. That was all most had to notice. –

“Thanks.” -she said as she was moving to look into her bag to make sure she didn’t forget anything she might need. Most didn’t have to pack to bag, but she needed extra sets of clothing. If not she was scrounging around to find something to cover herself with. She wasn’t always ok with her nudity, it wasn’t like she enjoyed being naked in the middle of Times Square if there was an incident there. 

As he said her name, she turned around, her ponytail swinging with purpose and her face scrunched up a bit because had she been that obvious?- “Johnny..” -she said his name in protest till he continued. She was going to just tell him that she was focusing on the mission, which was partly true. She looked at her feet for a moment because now it was just embarrassing when he was talking about Emma and wanting to get to know her on the mission. He was just exagerting to make her feel better. Her frown started to slowly move into a smile because honestly how could she be upset at him? She literally just met the man.-

“Maybe it’s best we just stay focused on the mission.” -she said because she wanted his head in the game, and also these weren’t waters she was great at navigating, but she did have some experience with fire. She kept his gaze though, and the look she gave him let him know that she was trying to stay focused but also wanted to get to know him better as well.-   “But maybe afterwards, you can take me for coffee?” -she threw that in there to let him know she was willing to compromise with him. She wished she had a bit of his caviler attitude. Maybe she should take it easy on herself. Paige was extremely hard on herself. One mistake and she was ruined for a week. She strived to be perfect. Her life was one big competition and she didn’t like to lose. It affected her though, and affected her relationships.

Her eyes went to his communicator when she heard the voice come from it and she smiled at him. Because he said she would get along with Ben. She had been looking forward to meeting the rest of the Fantastic Four. But then she started to laugh hard and shook her head.- “Oh no no! This is not a date! There is nothing date like about going to Australia with your sister, Ben, Scott and Emma.” -she had a feeling that Emma was coming with them. Scott was going, so it made sense. She had figured that was why she was here.

Paige had followed him towards the door. Trailing a few steps behind but at least they seemed to be on better terms now. She was back to being relaxed. And it was just in time to see the three walk into the door. The rock was Ben, and she understood why they might get along. The tall blonde was Sue, she looked a bit like Johnny and the other was her husband.-




-Emma knew exactly what she was doing with Scott, and to him as well. They didn’t dance. They acted. She loved having that connection with him, even if she would never truly tell him that. It wouldn’t be unlike her to really have those heart to heart moments with him. But she could sometimes. It was just rare.  His groan from the thought of Paige and Johnny caused her to laugh as she walked over to her locker. She still had one here that housed a uniform for her. She had a few of them, most of them did.

The sight of his breathing excited her in carnal ways. It was such a small touch but so effective with him. Her boy was pent up and that caused her to grin like she ate the canary. It wasn’t a game of who could get Scott. Emma already knew she had him. Jean just needed time to really figure that out. Emma caught his thought about being in the Blackbird together. She wasn’t polite with her powers. They were always skimming the top of his mind. She even knew about his annoyance about his ex and Logan being locked away together. There was barely a thought he could have that she wouldn’t see. It was always something she would bring up later if she needed.

Emma wasn’t the jealous type though, so she had no qualms about it. It was natural. Then he fought back with her mental image. Her eyes closed as if she could feel what he was thinking.  Her thighs pressed together visibly. Just trying to feel any type of pressure to relieve what she was feeling right now. There was no shame for her in this. They were alone, even if they weren’t. Ask her if she cared about showing her attraction or her lust towards him.

Finally her eerie blue eyes opened so she could look at him. Her lush lips were slightly parted from the affect he had on her. She cocked an eye brow at him as she was watching him unbutton his polo shirt. Only Scott Summers could make unbuttoning a polo shirt look sexy. When he pulled that shirt over his head. It was a glorious sight to behold. She had of course had seen it before but that didn’t make it any less heavenly.

The sounds of her heels closed the distance when he went to his locker. She should be going to hers but this was too good to pass up. Her hand came up, placing it on his chest she ran it upwards to his shoulder. Feeling the warmth of his chiseled frame under her palm. When she got to his shoulder she pulled him down.  Her lips snared his. Her body on instinct and on muscle memory pressed hard into his. The hand on his shoulder slipped up to the nape of his neck. Curling around his soft reddish brown hair. Tugging it just a bit harder to her. Her tongue forced his lips apart to invade his mouth. Her teeth then captured his lower lip and she pulled on it lightly before letting it plop back in place. Pulling her head back she looked at him with a devious grin.- “You look better in my lipstick. Here let me help.” -she said as she was looking in the eyes, she swatted his hand away from his waist band and she slowly undid the button of his pants. Her expert fingers then with an excruciating slow pace, unzipped his pants for him. She leaned up to whisper against his lips.- “There. Wasn’t that better?” -she asked him and he could feel each word from on his lips. Finally though she peeled her body away from his. She had to get dressed or they were never leaving this locker room.-

“I figured the more pressure you are under, the quicker this mission is over with. Let’s save the day and just wrap ourselves up in bed for a few days. Preferable my bed, at my loft. I don’t plan to be quiet.” -she said as she stripped off her leather jacket, then her shirt was carefully pulled away as to not to rip it. She had nothing on under it so her pert breasts were exposed to him. She then slipped off her skirt revealing just a white lace thong. She stood there topless in the thong with her heels still on.- “Take a good look, Summers. It’s your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.” -she winked at him before she finally stepped out of her heels dropping her height a few inches before she started to pull on her white uniform, cape and all.-

-Just what every girl wanted to be compared too, someone’s sister. She supposed it was better then his mother. She would bet he didn’t compare Emma to Sue. He’d find out the hard way about Emma more then likely, that was how they all learned. Even Jean had to learn that lesson with the White Queen. If Emma could so easily steal Scott from some like Jean, what chance did any regular girl have with her around? Paige did compare herself to the other young women of the mansion. It was something she was proud of, which was why she wore very light make up, dressed more casually and overall tried to hone more into her intelligence then her looks. She grew up in a mining town where people weren’t known for their looks. Unless you do happen to see a member of the Guthrie family. Not only did they produce mutants they produced pretty good looking ones. Paige wasn’t a slouch in the looks department though, even if she was hard on herself.

She was off before she could respond and tell him that he was welcome for the food or that he would save her some. She had made the food for him. He had needed to eat and Paige was a southern girl with that hospitality ingrained into her from her mother and even Sam. She had no idea that Sam was jet setting off with Laura, if she did she would have given Laura a warning about her brother. He was a tougher then he looked and he was tougher then his accent. He was a lauded member of any team he joined. He had leadership skills, he was a powerhouse, and overall people liked him.

Once in her room, her she went into her closet and started to just shift through things. She was deciding what to wear and what small bag to bring with her just in case. Then she just fuck it. She changed into torn jeans and a sweatshirt. She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail and just stuff the bag with her casual and comfortable clothes. Nothing that would make her stand out in a crowd. She made the attempt to take her time so she could kill time. Maybe by the time she got downstairs Sue, Ben and Reed would be there. Paige shouldered her just in case of having to shed her skin and started to head back downstairs. She figured she should check back in with Johnny and hopefully others would be in there.

There would be so no such luck for her as it was still just Johnny, where was everyone in this place? Did they all just vanish, did they not know Johnny Storm was sitting in the kitchen, alone? A few moments before Emma’s appearance Paige would have loved to have been in the kitchen alone with him, seeing how he smiled and watching his eyes glitter with impish delight. Now her anxiety had gotten the best of her. Thumping her bag onto the larger kitchen table that was in there, unzipping the bag. She moved to the fridge to throw a couple of bottle of waters into her bag. She liked to be prepared. Moving through the kitchen with purpose, she started to put all the seasonings back where she got them from and barely said a word to him.-

“There’s more if you want it.” -her voice was casual as if she was a waitress and he was sitting at her table.- “If not I’ll just throw it back in the fridge. Remy will probably house it down at 2am after gets home from doing what ever it is Remy does.” -she wasn’t making eye contact but keeping herself busy by putting things away and washing the dishes minus the cast iron pan. That would require a special cleaning.-




-Emma let out a hearty but also dangerous laugh as she looked down at her outfit. To her it was fitting. She was probably more covered up then usual. The shirt was lacy and she wore nothing under it. The only thing that covered her nipples was parts of the thin lace that stretched out when she got chilly.- “Do you not teach sex ed here?” -she asked him casually because it was a school, yes, but that never mattered to her.- “Besides it gives the younger women something to aspire too, and the men something to help them sleep at night.” -she gave him a wink.- “I could always be persuaded to come and teach that if you prefer. Maybe the Ms. Guthrie could use a lesson or two, but I’m sure Mr. Storm will handle that perfectly well.” -again her voice was casually but there was also a cruelty to it.

He had elicited laugh from her. The White Queen was in a rather good mood tonight, she wasn’t acting to snobby but still acting like her self but she was laughing along with him and when he swallowed hard she saw it, this time she decided to do a him a favor and let him know she noticed it.- “We don’t have to shower afterwards.” -she said as she let one finger just run slowly down his spine.- “I never minded smelling like you.” 

-He then slipped in the normal spiel of Scott Summers, all she heard was blah blah blah I’m the leader and making good decisions. When he shifted towards her, Emma took a step into his personal space. Her icy blue eyes matched her soul. Cold and yet enchanting.-

“You assume too much. You assume I was in Manhattan, you also assume that she called me right before you did. I said she called me before you. I never stated a time frame. I was not on my way here, but when The Jean Grey comes knocking in my head. And by knocking I mean busting through my shields, so rude might I add, I decided there was a larger problem. Also, there seemed to be a second psychic signature in her mind that I couldn’t place. It felt, I don’t know, familiar.”

-As his hand came up to brush her jacket she lifted her hand up  and allowed her fingertips to brust over his hand if he would allow her. Her lips spread into a smile and she stepped closer to him so she was so close to touching but she wasn’t.- “I do like you under pressure.” -she whispered back to him. Easily picking up the playfulness of his words. But then he was walking out of the elevator and she stood there for a moment admiring the view of him walking away from her. She clicked her tongue her teeth before she followed him.- “Then we’ll save the fun for later. Because I like when you explode after the pressure.” -she grinned as she fell in line next to him.-

“No need to explain. That’s boring. Jean already did it and I don’t need nor want a recap. Unless it’s a recap of…” -she said and she pushed an image into her mind of them sweating and panting lay next to each other with the blankets tied around them. She wasn’t like Jean where Jean would let her presence be known most of the time before entering a mind. She just pushed her way into it. With Scott it was easy since the connection was already there. Emma only smirked at him as they were moving through the locker rooms.-

“I forgot how bad this room smelled.” -she said lifting a hand to her nose.- “But since I’m helping you’ll grant me a favor. I get to watch you change into your suit. I love watching you slip it on and how it clings to your strong thighs knowing what they can do.” -there was a slightly lustful and seductive look on her face as she was thinking about that.-

“And me with out my white tee shirt.” -she said rolling her eyes towards Logan and in Hanks direction before he was finally gone.  Jean reached up and took the glass from him, she took it from the bottom so she didn’t accidently brush his fingers. While he might see this as being a grace, Jean was having a bit of a harder time with it. It was always hard for her to sort her feelings out when he was around. With Scott it had been easy. She knew him. She knew what it was like to be with Scott. She knew almost everything there was to know about him and some things she wished she didn’t know. Which was one of the contention points in their relationship. But then again so was Logan. 

The conversation thankfully slipped over towards Laura, it was easier to sort our Laura’s feelings then her own at the moment. She had been sent to be alone with the one temptation she harbored. After all, one forgets that all she knew was Scott. She had no other lovers besides him. Of course the curiosity of Logan was always there, but she trained her thoughts. Not that he could read them, but he could smell and sense things she didn’t need to be smelled or sensed.-

“She’s going to be ok, Logan.” -her voice softened as she reassured him about the state of Laura. She gave him the smallest encouraging smile.- “I know she’s going to be ok, because we’re going to do what we always do.” -she looked thoughtful for a moment.- “Pull each other out of the darkness.” -Jean was like Scott in some ways, she knew what to say and when to say it. She also knew how to say it not just with her words but with her tone. She spoke softly as if her very words could physically caress who she was speaking too.

A laugh then escaped her lips as he was looking at her about Laura, Jean shook her head and held up her hands in defense while laughing lightly.- “I’m sure of that, Logan. I’m pretty sure she quoted Unforgiven the other day.” -it was hard to tell if she was serious or just testing him. She could of course skim his mind but she didn’t. Honestly she was to afraid of what she might see if she did that considering their current situation. Her orbs then glanced around the room they were in and she frowned as she was thinking.-

“You know we should get projector screens in here. That give the illusion of a snow storm or something. Just to make it seem as though we’re not locked.” -her voice was wistful as she was talking, but maybe Logan wasn’t the only one who had fantasies of being trapped together somewhere.-



-Paige had pulled a few steaks and she was slathering them in whatever mix she had made before she threw them in to the cast iron pan. He was probably right about what she could do with leftovers.- “Ah hope so. You’re sister she’s coming too?” -she asked him as she moved and started to make what would appear to a side dish out of potatoes and green beans and rice. She threw everything into another pot minus the rice and started to throw her own seasoning blend on everything as they talked.- “Ah hope Ah get along with her too.” -she said casually because it wouldn’t be the worst in the world to befriend his sister.

But he brought up the clothing again and Paige just turned with the spatula in her hand and gave him a disapproving look, but that look quickly dissolved into a smile.- “That’s kind of you to you offer, but Ah would hate to cause a riot in the streets.” -she said cheekily to him. Every once in a while she could pull of what was an attempt at flirting. He had thrown her off completely with his disarming charming smile.

Paige continued to cook even with the interruption of Emma. Emma wouldn’t cook for him like this. She wouldn’t cook for anyone if Paige had to guess. But she saw that look on Johnny’s face. The same look every man gets when Emma enters into a room. That could be her superpower. It deflated Paige some, because she was pretty sure that no one would ever look at her the way men looked at Emma. It was disheartening but understandable. And it was enough to bring her back to her senses on this whole situation. This was a mission. This wasn’t a time to flirt with a guy. This was why she didn’t flirt to begin with. She didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking.-

“That’s Emma Frost.” -her voice sounded a bit more flat this time, she moved away from the stove to grab a plate for him. It was a good thing she was cooking prior to Emma walking in or the food wouldn’t have that extra bit of love she cooked with. He started to ask her questions, but she gave a shrug of her shoulders like she did when she very first met him. She started to plate his food. She put two steaks on the plate and loaded it with the cooked and then fried potatoes with the green beans done the same way. She plated up some rice and put the plate and utensils in front of him.-

“I gotta go change.” -and just like that, the accent slipped. She had a pattern with her accent. When she was trying to sound more serious she switched it up, when she was relaxed she brought it out and when she was really relaxed it was thick. Paige pushed away from the bar he was sitting at to go change.- “I’ll be back down.” -she said to him over her shoulder.-



Laura on the other hand was staring at Scott like he grew a second head when he said she would need something quicker. What was quicker then the stingray or the bike? Other then someone who flew but that had to be out of the question. Right? Her eyes narrowed at him as she could easily hear the guy on the other end of the phone as well as Scott. When he would look at her again she would be sneering at him. One lip was curled up towards him. And when he held his hand out for a high five, the sneer was removed but a look of utter disgust crossed her features as if she was embarrassed to be seen with him right now.-

“Yeah, thanks Dad.” -she said sarcastically when she pushed by him to leave this very awkward situation.  Laura passed by Emma and didn’t even look at her as she did so. It was as if she didn’t exist. She stormed her way outside. She caught the scent of a male. She started to slowly walk towards him looking for his mode of transport. Oh no…no no no…Scott had to be fucking joking with her.

She eyed up Sam as if she was trying to think of all the ways she could dismember body before she got bored with it. And then he spoke and she almost recoiled at how casually he was speaking to her. Did no one warn him about her? Laura once again looked around in hopes she would find out what he flew in before she could answer if it was her first time flying with ‘us’. But then the goggles were tossed at her and she caught them with one hand with out even looking at them. Her top lip started to push upwards and she was about to growl at him until he gave her the options. Was he dim witted? What was his angle here? Once again Laura looked around for Scott in hopes this was a sick joke.-

“What are you even saying?” -she asked him in confusion and she was getting irritated but then it finally dawned on her what his words meant. This was a hard choice. She was small enough and strong enough to jet pack it and with any luck she might be able to choke him out when they got closer to ground. She put the goggles on and with out another word she moved quickly, and he would feel the weight of her on his back. Her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms loosely around his shoulders. She was a lot heavier then she looked but that was the parts of her that was adamantium. Just the claws on her hands and the one in each foot.- “Just go before anyone sees this.”



-Emma would always be able to find Scott just the way his ex could. She was smiling after leaving the kitchen. She hadn’t needed to stop in there of course. But she scanned the minds she could and she caught their thoughts quickly and thought she would introduce herself. Even though her name never left her lips. It never needed too. Someone else would always speak her name.  Like she knew Paige was going to have to do. It was a petty dig, but it was also fun for her to play with the others that didn’t really know her well enough. Even the ones that did know her put up with her.

She moved with ease and grace through the house, waving at some of the people there as she passed them by. She was in a good mood tonight. Normally she would just pretend they didn’t exist like the angry little brunette did. Scott was hard to miss, he was tall and broad shouldered. Always wore the dorkiest of outfits and yet some how still pulled off looking good in them. Stopping she admired him from the back with an appreciative smile slipping over her ruby red lips. She masked the sound of heels to Scott, fixing his hearing so he wouldn’t hear her coming up on him.

Before he knew it Emma Frost in all her glory was standing next to him. She wore a sheer lacy shirt, a white skirt adorned with some fringe and a black leather coat. The shirt was also white of course and her hair was impeccable along with her make up accentuating her bright blue eyes.  She would whisper next to him.- “Miss me?” -she asked him in a tone dripping with forbidden honey. Her hand had crept up and she put it on his shoulder from behind.- “Mmm, you’re tense.” -she said as she could feel he was a little tense even if he looked relaxed.- “30 minutes is more than enough time to fix that and get back dressed. With the way you’re feeling we’d be done in 10 with a shower afterwards.” -she said with a laugh before dropping her arm from him. She didn’t care how it might look to the others in the mansion. Let them talk. First Johnny now Emma openly flirting with Scott. There was going to be a lot of gossip around the place.-
 
“Jean called me before you did.” -she said, and of course she didn’t need to use a phone to call her. Again telepaths.- “I figured it was serious if she came knocking.” -she said because while both women were strong telepaths and could put up shields, there were ways around them. Jean was a much stronger telepath then Emma was, even Emma would admit that.- “She didn’t say what only that I should get here to help.” -question was why did Jean call in another telepath when she was the one with more power in that area.-  “I had nothing going on, and then of course you called. And how can I resist when I hear your soothing voice over the phone. So fill me in on what your ex, are you still exes?” -she gave him an up and down knowing look.- “Either way, fill me in and then we can ease that tension you’re carrying.” -another wicked smile moved across her lips like a snake.-