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om_mainVance finds Illyana and Nico sleeping, and takes pictures. As you do.
When Vance came down in the morning with some more of Illyana's things, he found her curled up on a bed with Nico. He watched them for a moment, feeling slightly like a voyeur. They'd had a long day, the day before, and looked worse for the wear. At the same time....it was kind of cute? Maybe they'd want a picture of it.
Vance pulled out his phone, aimed, and shot.
Huh? Illyana cracked open one eye and peered blearily at the figure at the foot of her bed, wondering where she was and why...huh. Vance. With a phone. She offered a tentative, sleepy smile as her brain tried to process that, then reclosed her eyes and tightened her arm around her pillow.
Or...not a pillow. She opened her eyes again, just a little wider, and saw familiar looking mussed up black hair. Nico? What...
"Gimme five minutes, and I'm gonna have an explanation for this," she offered in a mumble to anyone who might want to know that, then re-closed her eyes. Right. Maybe going back to sleep was her best plan. Her head felt kind of weird, anyway.
Nico groaned in his sleep and attempted to turn over, only to find his way blocked by a warm thing. Freezing, Nico blinked open his eyes slowly. "Yana...?"
"Mmm?" Illyana mumbled sleepily. "Mmhmm. 'Sokay. Go 'back to sleep."
Vance smiled, just a little, and took another couple pictures before taking a seat in his chair.
More than a little surprised and relieved at the lack of nightmares, Nico decided to just go with it. He closed his eyes and attempted to get more comfortable on the bed that was really only meant for one.
Nico's squirming was enough to remind Illyana that there was something she'd meant to be doing, and she cracked her eyes open a fraction, just enough to see Vance sitting in the chair with an amused look on his face. Blinking, she looked from him to Nico and back again, and blushed a little. "We couldn't sleep?" she offered in a whisper by way of explanation, hoping to not wake Nico. Well, obviously, they eventually < i>had, but...that had been the idea, anyway.
"Don't worry," Vance whispered in response. "I'm glad you guys got some sleep."
Okay, this was really awkward. Nico tried to ignore the company in the room and fall back into blissful sleep, but it was kind of hard when he was so alert.
Illyana relaxed. Okay, so Vance got it - no problem. "Me too," she admitted, still whispering. She jerked her chin towards Nico and gave Vance an apologetic look. "I don't want to wake him up."
"Too late," Nico grumbled, popping one eye open to look at Yana and Vance.
"Sorry, man. You want me to leave?" Vance asked gently.
"It's okay--I'm awake now," Nico responded, trying to figure out how to sit up without completely pushing Yana off the bed. After all, at this point she was more injured than he was.
"Sorry," Illyana offered awkwardly. Making a face, because movement seemed seriously overrated, she unwrapped her arm from over Nico and shifted so she could sit up. "What's up?"
Vance shrugged a little. "Not much. Just was bringing you some more of your stuff, since it's morning, and found you guys curled up like baby cats."
"We are not like cats," Nico mumbled, sitting up himself and shaking out his hair. Man, he needed a haircut.
Illyana giggled, both at Nico's indignation and at the mental image. "Well, maybe a little," she admitted, looking over at Nico, amused. "We were kinda tangled up." She yawned and reached up to comb her fingers through her hair, then made a face and looked over at Vance as pieces fell into place. "You took pictures," she accused. "That's what you were doing with the phone."
He smiled innocently. "You guys looked kinda cute, y'know, like, piled up there. Thought you might want some pictures of it."
"Why would we want pictures?" Nico asked with confusion evident in his voice. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he studied Vance.
"Souvenirs," Illyana explained. "Y'know, so five years from now, we can look back and say 'Oh yeah, that was from the first time the religious nuts tried to kill us. I remember that.'" She glanced over at Vance. "Please tell me that you can't see the bruises in the picture? Because bruises really aren't cute."
"You can't see the bruises. And no, I mean...it's, y'know. I don't know, just seemed like the kind of thing someone should take a picture of."
Nico shrugged because, well, it still seemed a little weird to him. Buuuut oh well. He had just survived a crazy religious sect and being pulled apart to be put back together.
He supposed that was noteworthy. Fucking King of the Dead.
Illyana eyed Nico with concern and rested her hand on his back. "You okay?"
"I'm good," Nico commented because, well, he was alive. That was something, right? "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Illyana said with more conviction than she felt, and gave Nico a half hug (whether he liked it or not, too bad). "I should probably go get changed and see if Dr. MacTaggert's going to let me out of here, though."
"You, uh, you want me to go wait somewhere?" Vance asked. After all, Nico definitely needed his rest and he'd feel weird watching Illyana change in the infirmary.
"No, I want you to help me get back to my room?" Illyana asked, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. "I wall-walked my way here. Unless you want me to stay?" she asked Nico, turning back to him. "Because I can, it's no problem." Part of her wanted to, anyway. The other part realized he probably wouldn't be too keen on having the medical staff walk in on them on the bed. It was probably just as well it had been Vance instead.
"You should go make sure you're okay, Yana," Nico lightly scolded instead. After all, he was a big boy--16 now even-- he could look after himself.
Vance stood up and moved over near the bed, so he could help Yana back to her room. "Do you want me to bring you anything, Nico? Pajamas, phone, anything like that?"
"Nah," Nico responded with a shake of his head. Then, with a frown, he added, "Unless you know where to get me a new knife?"
"Uh, no. Sorry." Vance said, blinking in slight confusion.
"Military surplus store?" Illyana suggested as she slid down off the bed and grabbed Vance's arm for balance, though her head didn't seem to be spinning as badly as it had been the day before. "I know one in California."
"I'm not thinking we're gonna be doing any trips any time soon," Nico pointed out, hand reflexively patting where his pocket usually was. Man, he felt naked without his knife.
Illyana's face fell, and her eyes dropped from Nico's as she nodded. "Yeah, probably not. Nevermind."
"Just a bit of a break," Vance said, wrapping an arm around Yana's waist. "You guys will get better soon, and things will be...well, not the same, but more normal?"
Nico couldn't help but snort at that. Normal, at a school for mutants.
Illyana bit at her lip, but nodded again, and gave Nico one last, resigned look before slipping out of Vance's grasp and heading for the door. She couldn't blame him - their trips had a tendency to be disasters, and she'd already nearly gotten him killed twice. Still, she had to admit it hurt, because at the end of the day? If she wasn't transportation, she wasn't sure she was still anything at all.
Vance followed after her, so that he could catch her if she fell. "D'you need anything, Nico? Aside from a knife?"
Fuck, why did Yana look so sad? Why did he always have to screw things up? "No," Nico responded slowly with a furrowed brow. "Just a knife."
"Okay, well, if you need anything, just ask Simon to have me grab it, okay?" He kept up with Yana's pace, still keeping an eye on her progress back towards her room. "I'll see you later, man."
"Later," Nico mumbled, also keeping half an eye on Yana's progress. That'd be just his luck--she's okay after all that shit, but hurts herself here. Once she was clear from his field of vision, Nico sat back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling.
Now on to more pressing matters: namely, how to get another knife.
When Vance came down in the morning with some more of Illyana's things, he found her curled up on a bed with Nico. He watched them for a moment, feeling slightly like a voyeur. They'd had a long day, the day before, and looked worse for the wear. At the same time....it was kind of cute? Maybe they'd want a picture of it.
Vance pulled out his phone, aimed, and shot.
Huh? Illyana cracked open one eye and peered blearily at the figure at the foot of her bed, wondering where she was and why...huh. Vance. With a phone. She offered a tentative, sleepy smile as her brain tried to process that, then reclosed her eyes and tightened her arm around her pillow.
Or...not a pillow. She opened her eyes again, just a little wider, and saw familiar looking mussed up black hair. Nico? What...
"Gimme five minutes, and I'm gonna have an explanation for this," she offered in a mumble to anyone who might want to know that, then re-closed her eyes. Right. Maybe going back to sleep was her best plan. Her head felt kind of weird, anyway.
Nico groaned in his sleep and attempted to turn over, only to find his way blocked by a warm thing. Freezing, Nico blinked open his eyes slowly. "Yana...?"
"Mmm?" Illyana mumbled sleepily. "Mmhmm. 'Sokay. Go 'back to sleep."
Vance smiled, just a little, and took another couple pictures before taking a seat in his chair.
More than a little surprised and relieved at the lack of nightmares, Nico decided to just go with it. He closed his eyes and attempted to get more comfortable on the bed that was really only meant for one.
Nico's squirming was enough to remind Illyana that there was something she'd meant to be doing, and she cracked her eyes open a fraction, just enough to see Vance sitting in the chair with an amused look on his face. Blinking, she looked from him to Nico and back again, and blushed a little. "We couldn't sleep?" she offered in a whisper by way of explanation, hoping to not wake Nico. Well, obviously, they eventually < i>had, but...that had been the idea, anyway.
"Don't worry," Vance whispered in response. "I'm glad you guys got some sleep."
Okay, this was really awkward. Nico tried to ignore the company in the room and fall back into blissful sleep, but it was kind of hard when he was so alert.
Illyana relaxed. Okay, so Vance got it - no problem. "Me too," she admitted, still whispering. She jerked her chin towards Nico and gave Vance an apologetic look. "I don't want to wake him up."
"Too late," Nico grumbled, popping one eye open to look at Yana and Vance.
"Sorry, man. You want me to leave?" Vance asked gently.
"It's okay--I'm awake now," Nico responded, trying to figure out how to sit up without completely pushing Yana off the bed. After all, at this point she was more injured than he was.
"Sorry," Illyana offered awkwardly. Making a face, because movement seemed seriously overrated, she unwrapped her arm from over Nico and shifted so she could sit up. "What's up?"
Vance shrugged a little. "Not much. Just was bringing you some more of your stuff, since it's morning, and found you guys curled up like baby cats."
"We are not like cats," Nico mumbled, sitting up himself and shaking out his hair. Man, he needed a haircut.
Illyana giggled, both at Nico's indignation and at the mental image. "Well, maybe a little," she admitted, looking over at Nico, amused. "We were kinda tangled up." She yawned and reached up to comb her fingers through her hair, then made a face and looked over at Vance as pieces fell into place. "You took pictures," she accused. "That's what you were doing with the phone."
He smiled innocently. "You guys looked kinda cute, y'know, like, piled up there. Thought you might want some pictures of it."
"Why would we want pictures?" Nico asked with confusion evident in his voice. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he studied Vance.
"Souvenirs," Illyana explained. "Y'know, so five years from now, we can look back and say 'Oh yeah, that was from the first time the religious nuts tried to kill us. I remember that.'" She glanced over at Vance. "Please tell me that you can't see the bruises in the picture? Because bruises really aren't cute."
"You can't see the bruises. And no, I mean...it's, y'know. I don't know, just seemed like the kind of thing someone should take a picture of."
Nico shrugged because, well, it still seemed a little weird to him. Buuuut oh well. He had just survived a crazy religious sect and being pulled apart to be put back together.
He supposed that was noteworthy. Fucking King of the Dead.
Illyana eyed Nico with concern and rested her hand on his back. "You okay?"
"I'm good," Nico commented because, well, he was alive. That was something, right? "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Illyana said with more conviction than she felt, and gave Nico a half hug (whether he liked it or not, too bad). "I should probably go get changed and see if Dr. MacTaggert's going to let me out of here, though."
"You, uh, you want me to go wait somewhere?" Vance asked. After all, Nico definitely needed his rest and he'd feel weird watching Illyana change in the infirmary.
"No, I want you to help me get back to my room?" Illyana asked, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. "I wall-walked my way here. Unless you want me to stay?" she asked Nico, turning back to him. "Because I can, it's no problem." Part of her wanted to, anyway. The other part realized he probably wouldn't be too keen on having the medical staff walk in on them on the bed. It was probably just as well it had been Vance instead.
"You should go make sure you're okay, Yana," Nico lightly scolded instead. After all, he was a big boy--16 now even-- he could look after himself.
Vance stood up and moved over near the bed, so he could help Yana back to her room. "Do you want me to bring you anything, Nico? Pajamas, phone, anything like that?"
"Nah," Nico responded with a shake of his head. Then, with a frown, he added, "Unless you know where to get me a new knife?"
"Uh, no. Sorry." Vance said, blinking in slight confusion.
"Military surplus store?" Illyana suggested as she slid down off the bed and grabbed Vance's arm for balance, though her head didn't seem to be spinning as badly as it had been the day before. "I know one in California."
"I'm not thinking we're gonna be doing any trips any time soon," Nico pointed out, hand reflexively patting where his pocket usually was. Man, he felt naked without his knife.
Illyana's face fell, and her eyes dropped from Nico's as she nodded. "Yeah, probably not. Nevermind."
"Just a bit of a break," Vance said, wrapping an arm around Yana's waist. "You guys will get better soon, and things will be...well, not the same, but more normal?"
Nico couldn't help but snort at that. Normal, at a school for mutants.
Illyana bit at her lip, but nodded again, and gave Nico one last, resigned look before slipping out of Vance's grasp and heading for the door. She couldn't blame him - their trips had a tendency to be disasters, and she'd already nearly gotten him killed twice. Still, she had to admit it hurt, because at the end of the day? If she wasn't transportation, she wasn't sure she was still anything at all.
Vance followed after her, so that he could catch her if she fell. "D'you need anything, Nico? Aside from a knife?"
Fuck, why did Yana look so sad? Why did he always have to screw things up? "No," Nico responded slowly with a furrowed brow. "Just a knife."
"Okay, well, if you need anything, just ask Simon to have me grab it, okay?" He kept up with Yana's pace, still keeping an eye on her progress back towards her room. "I'll see you later, man."
"Later," Nico mumbled, also keeping half an eye on Yana's progress. That'd be just his luck--she's okay after all that shit, but hurts herself here. Once she was clear from his field of vision, Nico sat back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling.
Now on to more pressing matters: namely, how to get another knife.
