2012-05-30: Quiet Reunion

Players: Amy and Cale

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Summary: Amy and Cale find a quiet moment to catch up with each other after the rescue.

Date: May 30, 2012

Log Title: Quiet Reunion

Rating: PG-13

Xavier Mansion - Medical Bay

The Medical Bay contains the latest medical equipment to patch up students and X-Men with the smallest and worst injuries. Six beds line the walls for injured patients. Equipment lines the walls, medicine in the cabinets, and more serious medical supplies locked in cabinets. One this about this room it screams sterilization.

So, Cale went off to sleep. Some more. A few hours later, he returns again, managing to look even MORE sleepy, but still wearing the same pajamas as before. It seems, though, that the crowd has dissipated somewhat. Or maybe they're asleep, or something. "Hey," he greets quietly, again, crawling into his previous spot.

Amy looks towards Cale and then looks about before answering quietly, "Heya, Cale. What time is it? I was just taking a little naplet…" She pulls up a mirror and wipes any blood that's found its way onto her face as she slept, and then says, "You look tired bro."

"I'm fine," Cale yawns, stretching and blinking owlishly at the clock. "It's late. I dunno. I slept too much, maybe. Or not enough. Or something," he peers at the clock, and then back to Amy, and then at the clock again. Pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them, "I just stayed up a bit late after we got back hanging around in here and… I dunno. It threw my schedule off or something. You know how it goes."

Amy nods at Cale and then says, "Yeah, I know how it is. I haven't seen much for sunlight in too long, just kind of sleeping whenever, it's pretty weird." She shifts to sit up in her bed and then says to Cale, "You sure you're okay? I haven't seen you in a long time."

"I don't know," Cale murmurs, "I'm just really, really glad to have you back… I thought maybe, I mean, I don't /believe/ in an afterlife, but I thought sometimes, if you were dead… and I'm the only one left… then maybe I should just be, too. But, you're here," he smiles faintly, brushing the hair out his eyes. "But it hurts, because everyone is not back… I don't know, Amy. I feel like crying, like, every day. But it won't change anything. So I just fake it. Fake it till you make it, right? Isn't that what Dad always joked? I dunno. I mean I go to school and act like nothing's changed but it's like some crazy bizarro world dream I keep hoping I'll wake up from, but don't. Like I watched some bad made for TV movie and fell asleep on the couch."

Amy reaches her hand towards Cale, offering for him to take it, and then says, "Shh, sshh, you were very strong. I know it's hard, and it's scary. Mom and dad were like… the most amazing people, and I can't believe that they're really gone. It's not fair, and I feel like just crying about it too, all the time. But we're here for each other. And if you ever lose me, don't you /dare/ think you should die. You're a good kid, the world's better for you, 'kay?"

Cale takes her hand and rests his chin on it gently, calming down slightly. "Kay," he nods. When Amy says to not do something, or to do something, that is pretty much a command. So not dying is pretty much. Well that's a given! "I dunno, I'm not that strong! It's just. I dunno. You're my big sis!" Literally as well as figuratively; she IS bigger than him… "I couldn't just, like, give up on you. Anyway," he closes his eyes for a moment, "I think I'll be okay. Now that you're here. I don't have to fake it anymore. Mom and Dad wouldn't want that, right? Yeah… And…" he trails off a moment. "I guess I should tell you, while we're at this whole serious-talk thing… I don't know… I kind of…" he sighs. "I dunno how to say it," he tugs on a lock of his hair nervously.

Amy nods at Cale and says, "No, you don't have to fake anymore, it's okay. Just be however you want to be, that's all I ever expect of you. You know that, bro." She squeezes his hand lightly and offers the younger boy a smile. "Anyways, what's on your mind, Cale? You know I'm your big sis, no matter what happens. Did anything happen here before I got here?"

"Sure, I mean, stuff happened, I guess. We got in a couple fights while you were gone, and I met a lot of people, but," Cale murmurs, "What if I was your sister instead of your brother?" he asks finally. "I guess it's just something I've been thinking about. I mean, a lot, lately. I mean, I thought about it before, too. But. I met this," he pauses, furrowing his brow. "Well I met Taylor. Tay is a cat-type-person thing. She, er," he stammers, "It's complicated. Tay's complicated. But we went shopping. And bought some clothes. You know. For wearing, for, um, Kaylee. You know. Instead of stealing yours," he rubs the back of his neck, blushing furiously.

"I guess this is a weird time to talk about it. I never, I mean, being a boy is okay. I guess. But I think maybe I would have rather been a girl. Or at least…" he trails off, the last ounces of his courage draining out as he freezes up. "But I thought HEY if I can talk to some new cat type person about it then I should at least tell my own sister right? You don't hate me and think I'm super weird right? I know you don't. But. You might! Please don't," he stammers, talking rapid fire.

Amy raises her eyebrows slightly at Cale's explanation, and then the girl says, "I now have an explanation for the missing clothes, at least. Just. I'll totally be pissed if you're prettier than me, I swear. I /swear/." She gives Cale's hand a squeeze and then says, "Listen, I really don't get it, and I was really actually hoping you were gay and a secret drag queen so we could like, lip synch bad songs together, but whatever. If you want to be… Kaylee? It's going to be weird. I'm not gonna know how to act with you sometimes, but I guarantee one hundred percent that I'll love you, kid."

"Well, I don't know! I mean maybe I am just gay… or bi…" Cale rubs the back of his neck, "I haven't really had a lot of time to think about it. Or rather, I haven't really been able to try stuff out. I didn't wanna… I dunno. Cause more of a problem. Anyway! Just, keep it a secret for now. You're like, the third person maybe to know. I dunno," he smiles goofily, "I dunno. A rat girl called me hot! I think she was a lesbian, also. I'm not sure. It was one of Tay's friends. Anyway, you're the best. THE BEST. Ever. But, you can keep calling me bro, too! Until, I dunno, I decide. I guess. I like that too!" he beams. "But, I mean, you know. If you WANTED to do that, also, we could totally do that. We could sing Lady Gaga songs. I have some of them memorized!" Because he has /way/ too much spare time.

"A lesbian rat girl called you hot? Well. There's one off the bucket list, am I right?" says Amy, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk, "I'm right. But yeah, keep me on the up and up about what you want to be called and stuff, and I'll probably still call you bro and stuff accidentally for awhile, since I've never had a sister. And, yeah, the memorizing Lady Gaga songs thing. That's what made me think you were gay."

"It's fine! Like I said, I'm not, you know. Sure of anything. Yet. I just want to try things out! Maybe it's just a phase…" he trails off. Okay, it's probably /not/ but… "Er, well, I doubt that! But for now I'm still your little bro," he smiles. "You were listening to that?" his face goes slightly red. Yes, of course probably everyone could hear that with the stereo cranked… "ANYWAY. What about you? I mean, you're pretty much bleeding all te time."

"Yeah, I totally heard you, and I totally noticed my clothes going missing," says Amy, waggling a finger at Cale, before shrugging slightly, "Yeah, yeah, I'm bleeding all the time. It's a really big problem, I guess. If I don't get constant blood supplies, I guess I'll just… die. Which is kind of awful, but hey, there's some other stuff I can do, too."

"Speaking of which, I brought a lot of your stuff with me! I didn't touch it, I promise. Most of it's too big for me anyway," Cale jokes, grinning impishly. "But, other stuff. Anyway. You can do other stuff? Like, when you stopped me from bleeding?" Cale pokes at his leg experimentally. He knows that, at some point, there was a giant tear in it, but that it just sort of disappeared, leaving behind only barely visible scarring…

"Yeah, like that… I was able to access your bloodflow, and kind of just… fix it, so yeah, like that," says Amy, nodding once before shrugging lightly, "And other stuff too. I dunno, I was kind of experimenting a bit in that cell… which was horrible, since I could only do that on my cellmate, or myself… I made sure my cellmate stayed alive, though, I kept track of her the whole time. Made sure her blood was flowing right."

"Wow, that's pretty awesome," Cale nods, "All I got was this stupid tongue thing! It's gross and weird." Like crying blood is not. They both got weird powers! "You could save a lot of lives with that. I mean, if you were a doctor or something. I guess." He leaves the unspoken 'like mom and dad' out of there… "I can… lick things! It's handy, I guess. Or tonguey."

"Oh, man, Cale. A doctor? Me? You know I'm not smart enough to be a doctor," says Amy, shaking her head at that, "Maybe, at best, I could be like… a paramedic. Someone who makes sure that people don't die on the scene, but has no idea what's actually wrong with them."

"Boo! You're as smart as me easily, you just don't care as much about school," Cale rolls his eyes a little. They've totally had this conversation in the past. "I dunno. I've met a lot of doctors who weren't particularly smart anyway! But, I guess you wouldn't even need to be a doctor to do stuff like that…"

"Man, who wants to go see a doctor who isn't particularly smart? That's pretty crazy," says Amy, shaking her head, "I want the smartest doctor in the world telling me that I have the flu, nothing less. And I think you underestimate how smart you are, kiddo. I could tie another brain to my brain, and you'd still outsmart me. And see, that's another reason I shouldn't be a doctor. I think tying brains to each other makes people smarter. How crazy is that?"

"Pfeh, I guesso!" Cale snerks, "Well, I don't think you /really/ think that anyway…" the boy trails off for a minute. "But you're definitely not dumb. You just, I dunno. You think on your feet a lot better, for one!"

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