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[X-men fic] After Awakening Chapter Eleven
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This chapter contains: allusions to masturbation, arguments about who has it worse when their power makes their life hell.
Chapter Eleven
Bobby Drake
He was stuck on late night monitor duty again. He’d enjoyed seeing Hank but if he’d known that he’d get stuck waiting up watching for any emergency calls he’d have skipped the second twinky run and gotten a bit of shut eye so he wouldn’t be half asleep staring at the monitors. “Hey Frosty need help staying awake,” Jaimie said as he walked into the room and threw a play boy on the console. “Figured this might keep you more alert.”
“Very funny multiple man but I’ve already looked at that issue so much I can just close my eyes and see the centerfolds.” He wasn’t even kidding. “You know this being a mutant cop thing is murder on my social life and unlike you I can’t even live vicariously through a dupe running off to have fun.”
“Speaking of which that’s what I am a dupe off to have some fun so enjoy the rest of you monitor duty and the magazine,” Jamie said as he took off. He had no idea if that had actually been a dupe or the real Jamie screwing with him. He glanced at the magazine and would have simply thrown it into the trash but he knew if he did that someone would find it and he’d get blamed even though Jamie or a dupe of Jamie brought it to him.
He shrugged and stashed it under his uniform jacket he’d pitch it in one of the hall trash cans on his way back to his room when his shift was over. He wouldn’t get accused of jerking off on duty if someone noticed one in the hall trash cans. He really needed to get some time off and get a real social life.
He glanced at the security monitor and saw Storm heading down the hall toward the pool. Storm preferred to swim in lakes and rivers not pools so it was a good indicator that she wasn’t in the best mood and couldn’t sleep. He wished she’d come relieve him of his duty so he could sleep but knew that wasn’t likely to happen. Storm might would have if she didn’t have to deal with Bishop and Sage who were both extremely adamant that everyone did their fair share of monitor duty.
He understood their reasoning but at times like this when he was tired and aggravated he wasn’t really in the mood to be understanding. He glanced at the clock and wished he could make time go faster a small petty part of him dared him to pull out the mag and spend his time reading that but he refused to be the guy everyone still thought he was some times. He had tried hard to leave the class clown image behind but it still clung to him despite him now being a federal officer and even a team leader when Storm and Bishop were busy. However everyone still acted like he was just the class clown screw up it was beginning to really get on his nerves. “Hey Bobby, did a dupe come by here?” Jamie said starling him as he turned back to the door.
“Yeah he did left this,” he grabbed the magazine out from under his coat and threw it to Jamie. He was embarrassed that he’d been snuck up on monitor duty. He saw Jamie’s eyes widen as he looked at the cover. “What’s the matter was it another Runaway?”
“I don’t know I didn’t create him to go do anything but he didn’t exactly sneak out since he came by here to give you porn apparently,” Jamie said glancing back at the magazine. “So did he say what he was going to go do?” He knew that Jamie was having problems with his dupes lately that some waned to run away and live their own lives.
“He said he was going out to let you live vicariously through him while he was off having fun,” he said paraphrasing his conversation with the dupe since he wasn’t about to mention that he was jealous of Jamie being able to do that. “If you hurray you can probably catch him at your usual haunts.”
“That’s the thing I can never tell where a dupe will go here lately a lot of them pick up aspects of my personality even I didn’t know about.” Jamie sounded down. “I hate that my power seems to be going out of my control lately.”
“You’ll get the hang of it, at least when your powers go haywire you don’t get suck as a walking ice cube for six months.” He still had nightmares about it some time being just a frozen head and then being stuck as ice with no hope of changing back.
“No I have to deal with things like one of my dupes committing murder , or admittedly not as bad but still embarrassing have a pair of dupes turn up doing twin porn.” Jamie said darkly. “I think I’d take being a walking ice cube over all of that.”
“So you’d take never being able to touch someone again, never having sex, having to be careful whenever you were near water so you don’t freeze anyone it is touching?” He could still remember. “Being ice cold all the time and slowly losing your ability to care about anyone at all.” He had never told anyone about that since everyone had assured him it was just depression but he was still convinced it was part of the ice. “I’d rather do gay twin porn myself than go through that again.”
Jamie looked like he was going to argue and then he stopped and started laughing, “I’m sorry but we are actually arguing over who has it worse when neither of us can ever know what the other experienced.” He had to admit Jamie was right and it was funny. “Thank you by the way for not assuming I already sleep with my dupes like everyone else I’ve mentioned that too does.”
He wasn’t going to tell Jamie that everyone wondered if he did and also wondered if it would be sex or masturbation. “Your welcome but thanks for that image in my head.” He looked back at the monitor. “If you are willing to take over Monitor duty I’ll go track down your rogue dupe for you?”
“No I’ll find him myself I hate monitor duty,” Jamie said as he turned and left the room. He couldn’t blame Jamie but he would have loved to get out of the room early but the conversation had cheered him up so he was in a better mood as he turned back to the screen.
To be continued...
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This chapter contains: allusions to masturbation, arguments about who has it worse when their power makes their life hell.
Chapter Eleven
Bobby Drake
He was stuck on late night monitor duty again. He’d enjoyed seeing Hank but if he’d known that he’d get stuck waiting up watching for any emergency calls he’d have skipped the second twinky run and gotten a bit of shut eye so he wouldn’t be half asleep staring at the monitors. “Hey Frosty need help staying awake,” Jaimie said as he walked into the room and threw a play boy on the console. “Figured this might keep you more alert.”
“Very funny multiple man but I’ve already looked at that issue so much I can just close my eyes and see the centerfolds.” He wasn’t even kidding. “You know this being a mutant cop thing is murder on my social life and unlike you I can’t even live vicariously through a dupe running off to have fun.”
“Speaking of which that’s what I am a dupe off to have some fun so enjoy the rest of you monitor duty and the magazine,” Jamie said as he took off. He had no idea if that had actually been a dupe or the real Jamie screwing with him. He glanced at the magazine and would have simply thrown it into the trash but he knew if he did that someone would find it and he’d get blamed even though Jamie or a dupe of Jamie brought it to him.
He shrugged and stashed it under his uniform jacket he’d pitch it in one of the hall trash cans on his way back to his room when his shift was over. He wouldn’t get accused of jerking off on duty if someone noticed one in the hall trash cans. He really needed to get some time off and get a real social life.
He glanced at the security monitor and saw Storm heading down the hall toward the pool. Storm preferred to swim in lakes and rivers not pools so it was a good indicator that she wasn’t in the best mood and couldn’t sleep. He wished she’d come relieve him of his duty so he could sleep but knew that wasn’t likely to happen. Storm might would have if she didn’t have to deal with Bishop and Sage who were both extremely adamant that everyone did their fair share of monitor duty.
He understood their reasoning but at times like this when he was tired and aggravated he wasn’t really in the mood to be understanding. He glanced at the clock and wished he could make time go faster a small petty part of him dared him to pull out the mag and spend his time reading that but he refused to be the guy everyone still thought he was some times. He had tried hard to leave the class clown image behind but it still clung to him despite him now being a federal officer and even a team leader when Storm and Bishop were busy. However everyone still acted like he was just the class clown screw up it was beginning to really get on his nerves. “Hey Bobby, did a dupe come by here?” Jamie said starling him as he turned back to the door.
“Yeah he did left this,” he grabbed the magazine out from under his coat and threw it to Jamie. He was embarrassed that he’d been snuck up on monitor duty. He saw Jamie’s eyes widen as he looked at the cover. “What’s the matter was it another Runaway?”
“I don’t know I didn’t create him to go do anything but he didn’t exactly sneak out since he came by here to give you porn apparently,” Jamie said glancing back at the magazine. “So did he say what he was going to go do?” He knew that Jamie was having problems with his dupes lately that some waned to run away and live their own lives.
“He said he was going out to let you live vicariously through him while he was off having fun,” he said paraphrasing his conversation with the dupe since he wasn’t about to mention that he was jealous of Jamie being able to do that. “If you hurray you can probably catch him at your usual haunts.”
“That’s the thing I can never tell where a dupe will go here lately a lot of them pick up aspects of my personality even I didn’t know about.” Jamie sounded down. “I hate that my power seems to be going out of my control lately.”
“You’ll get the hang of it, at least when your powers go haywire you don’t get suck as a walking ice cube for six months.” He still had nightmares about it some time being just a frozen head and then being stuck as ice with no hope of changing back.
“No I have to deal with things like one of my dupes committing murder , or admittedly not as bad but still embarrassing have a pair of dupes turn up doing twin porn.” Jamie said darkly. “I think I’d take being a walking ice cube over all of that.”
“So you’d take never being able to touch someone again, never having sex, having to be careful whenever you were near water so you don’t freeze anyone it is touching?” He could still remember. “Being ice cold all the time and slowly losing your ability to care about anyone at all.” He had never told anyone about that since everyone had assured him it was just depression but he was still convinced it was part of the ice. “I’d rather do gay twin porn myself than go through that again.”
Jamie looked like he was going to argue and then he stopped and started laughing, “I’m sorry but we are actually arguing over who has it worse when neither of us can ever know what the other experienced.” He had to admit Jamie was right and it was funny. “Thank you by the way for not assuming I already sleep with my dupes like everyone else I’ve mentioned that too does.”
He wasn’t going to tell Jamie that everyone wondered if he did and also wondered if it would be sex or masturbation. “Your welcome but thanks for that image in my head.” He looked back at the monitor. “If you are willing to take over Monitor duty I’ll go track down your rogue dupe for you?”
“No I’ll find him myself I hate monitor duty,” Jamie said as he turned and left the room. He couldn’t blame Jamie but he would have loved to get out of the room early but the conversation had cheered him up so he was in a better mood as he turned back to the screen.
To be continued...
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