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Summary: Quenton gives Nick the news that he can't help on the rescue mission.
Date: March 28, 2012
Log Title: Burned
Rating: PG-13
Xavier Mansion - Kitchen
This kitchen was designed to feed large numbers of people, and looks it with its bright white walls and stainless steel appliances. The stove, refrigerator, and dishwasher are all larger than normal. There is an island with stools around it for people to sit and eat around along with a table for twelve by the windows in back. Along the wall is a hole in the wall looking into the dining room so food can be passed back and fourth. Anything you want to cook or eat in the kitchen you will find the food and supplies to do so.
It's later in the evening and Nick is trying to make himself dinner. Obviously it's not going so well as there is a burning smell coming from the kitchen. Standing at the oven with a cloud of smoke emanating from it, Nicholas is waving a towel to try to clear the smoke. Windows are open and the coughing is present as the bagel bites have gone from frozen snacks to hockey pucks.
Quenton flies in through the window, after having seen some smoke, fists clenched, as if willing to fight the fire. With his fists. Yeah. Either way, upon seeing Nick, he furrows his brow, then jerks his eyes over to the oven. "What the hell?" he wonders, hand lifting to his nose to protect it from the stench, releasing a sharp exhale as he glances back to the other mutant.
There's a few seconds of silence and Nicholas doesn't move but eventually he lets out an audible sigh. "I was trying to make dinner and failed." He says sounding annoyed, but it's more at himself. "I don't know how I managed to mess up freakin' frozen pizza bagels." He says as he goes back to trying to fan the smoke out of the windows.
Shrugging out of his jacket, Quenton mutters to Nicholas now, "Stand back," while he holds it up. "This is why God created microwaves, John Wayne." He lifts the jacket and begins to beat it towards the smoke, letting out several rather loud popping noises, almost like thunder.
"Yeah but microwaves don't make 'em as good, they get chewy instead of crunchy." Nicholas says before he steps back and ducks behind the island in the kitchen while Quenton does his thing. He can't help but jump a few times upon hearing the loud noise of the jacket cracks. Once Quenton is finally done, Nick runs a hand awkwardly through his hair. "Thanks."
"Yeah, well." Quenton glances about again, while he holds his jacket loosely, then begins to shrug it back over his hooded vest and collared button up shirt. All in all, he's wearing a rather stylized version of his Paragon uniform. "Change of plans. You're not coming to help me save the girls."
The change of plans catches Nick completely off guard and he looks like he's pissed at Quenton. "What the hell?! First you basically guilt trip me into volunteering and now you're telling me no? Well screw you!" He says shaking his head. "So what brought about this change of plans? Realized I'm worthless to help?"
"Realized that the big bad is pretty fucking bad, and that you're not gonna be able to handle it," Quenton replies to Nick, nose giving a little twitch. "It isn't that you're worthless, it's that I can't be trying to look after you while fighting vampires, werewolves, and Highlander wannabes all at the same damn time," he says through gritted teeth.
Nicholas looks at Quenton and rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Just get her back safe okay?" He says still sounding irritated. He's just annoyed that even though he told Quenton that he'd be worthless in the beginning, in a way his hopes had been gotten up. "So have you found out anything besides…wait, all that stuff is real?"
"I'll try," agrees Quenton, though his reply is flat, upper lip curling for some reason, as if it as Nicholas who did something wrong, gaze flicking over to the wall. "Yeah. All that stuff is real. Vampires killed my brother, the werewolf things tore up Ahmed… if it isn't actual magic, it sure is something cary."
Nicholas watches Quenton as he speaks with a fairly flat expression, though the annoyance is clear in his eyes. "Yeah I know some sort of wolf thing tore up Ahmed it's just…weird to believe." He says, moving to focus on cleaning out the oven from his disaster of a dinner. "I hope you're able to get your revenge for your brother."
"I hope I will, too," Quenton agrees, jaw clenching as he watches Nicholas, before his red eyes trail to the work the other mutant is doing. He doesn't make an effort to help this time, arms crossing over his chest. "Anyway, they're in Romania, which is ways from here," he explains.
Nicholas doesn't speak up again until he's done throwing out the hockey pucks and putting the pan in soapy water to soak the burn off. "Romania? That's…" He just isn't sure what to think. "How are you getting there?"
"Airplane, I think," Quenton comments, nose twitching again. "But we're preparing, or something. I don't know. Seems like it's taking a while," he mutters, while his eyes flick over to the window now. "I might fly there on my own."
"We?" Nicholas asks, his voice quite bitter with the single word question. "What do you mean we? Who else is worthy enough of going with you?" He asks not hiding the irritation in his voice.
"One of the teachers and some guy I don't know," Quenton replies sourly. "Listen, I'm saying you can't go because I'm trying to watch your sorry ass. If you're gonna be pissy with me, fine. But you're staying here. Making Shane stay, too. I'm the only student going, as far as I know, and I'm eighteen now, anyway, so it's not like I'm throwing away my childhood."
"Oh yes, cause you being two years older than me makes you oh so much better." Nick says but he knows he's just taking his irritations out on Quenton. "You were making Shane stay behind before you even tried to drag me along. If you don't bring her back with the others safe…" He doesn't know what to threat. "She's been gone to long."
At the implied threat, or lack of one, Quenton abrubtly lifts his fingers and digs them into his cheek, viciously, teeth gritting and grinding together in an irritating sound. "You didn't even fucking want to go before, and now I'm telling you not to. Fuck. I'm trying to fucking protect you. I have experience in that kind of thing.'
Nicholas sits down at the table and buries both hands in his hair, resting his head like that. "Damnit I know. I'm just so damn worried about Jill. She was the first person when I came here who just…connected with me. She made everything feel just a tad bearable and now she's gone. It's so stupid, I barely know her but if she's not okay…I can't go through losing someone I care about again Q, I can't. I'm still not over what happened back home, and this on top of it, how the hell am I supposed to deal with all this shit?!" His glance over at Quention and his expression softens just a tad. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the situation. You're right, I didn't want to go but you talked me into it, and now…it's like a slap in the face."
"I'll get her back. I'll get 'em all back," Quenton promises, nose twitching as his hands clench and one lifts to his temple to knock on it with his knuckles. "It might be a slap to the face," he agrees. "But you have to understand, that if I drag you along and you get hurt, that's on me. So think of it as selfish reasons on my part if you have to."
"Glad to know that you're responsible for my actions." Nicholas says dryly. "Since my parents died, the only person responsible for me is me." He says standing up and heading towards the door. "I'm not mad at you, I just hate this whole situation." And with that he heads out of the room.
