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Mar 7 2018, 05:55 PM
This isn't a date.
The phrase that had become something of a mantra had lodged itself in Shane's head and had been set to repeat for the past two hours as he struggled to do something as simple as pick out what to wear. Should he dress casually or should he dress up a little bit? Should he do something different with his hair than normal?
Why was a totally-not-a-date outing so complicated? They were going to Harry's, of all places, so things shouldn't be as difficult as Shane's brain was making them out to be. Shane had considered the idea of taking Bobby out for sushi, considering his friend's claim that he could pretty much eat anything, but he had decided against it. Choosing someplace that was familiar to them both had been his idea simply because it was a kind of neutral ground. Both of the men were familiar with Harry's and that might help alleviate any potential awkwardness. If things got weird then they were simply two friends spending time in a place they'd been numerous times before.
Or that's what he tried to tell himself.
After having sent Bobby the texts asking if he'd like to go out somewhere he had not received a response and had spent several hours wondering many things. Were his messages sending properly after the weird time warp shenanigans of the Savage Land? Was Bobby simply busy and had no time to reply? Was Bobby not at all interested and just didn't feel like replying? The extreme latter, that Bobby lacked interest, was the one that had worried him the most, but Shane felt that if he wasn't he'd have simply said so. Bobby wasn't generally the type to beat around a bush or remain silent. When the replies finally came three hours, thirty minutes, and twelve seconds later (if the time stamps and his own personal mental counting were accurate) he had felt a huge wave of relief, followed by an entirely new wave of a totally different kind of anxiety.This isn't a date.
He needed to calm down. If he showed up to take Bobby to Harry's as a big ball of anxiety then the man would clearly suspect something or become uncomfortable himself. So while he showered Shane considered several things:You're already friends with Bobby Drake. He knows you. You don't have to worry about not getting along with him.Things will be fine. It's just a night out with someone you like. Someone you've really liked for a long time.This isn't a date!
The shower and the series of silently repeated phrases had served to calm Shane's nerves well enough. His intentions were to tell Bobby that he liked him (as in liked
liked him) but he realized that even if the feeling wasn't the least bit mutual that didn't mean that they couldn't still be friends. Even great
friends. Though he'd probably never pass Jean as the man's best friend he would be okay with just having the guy being closer to him than he was. The distance that they had, and the bit of distance that he had long had even with those who were
somewhat close, was entirely his fault and had been on his way toward rectifying that when he had wound up in a magical land of lost world craziness, dinosaurs, carnivorous plants, evil gods, and sound eating psychic monsters. Having been trapped there for what felt like one thousand, two hundred, and forty one days was another reason that he simply needed to be more open with the guy and with people in general. There was never any way of knowing when it would be too late.
Eventually Shane found himself dressed and ready, having taken things just a slight notch above absolutely casual, knowing that Bobby generally dressed as casually as humanly possible even when it didn't make sense to do so, and kept his hair brushed simply as he usually did.
Wanting to make the night as worry free as possible for Bobby, Shane had driven them to Harry's. Being a weeknight there were plenty of booths available, and after they were seated and had placed their drink orders Shane casually glanced over the menu despite knowing it well apart from the occasional changes. His appetite upon returning to the normal world was still somewhat finicky. Three years worth of days eating anything but
comfort or junk food made him almost not want either. He knew however that once he had some of the food at Harry's he might be fine with it again. Still, it was difficult to find something that he really wanted
from the menu this time, which had never really been a problem before.“So,”
he said, finding his anxieties had faded a decent bit now that he was actually sat face to face with Bobby, “how have things been with you? I'd say it's been far too long but... it's really only been about a week or so.”
Shane felt that being asked about his time in the Savage Land was inevitable, and he would answer any questions his friend had regarding the weird place if asked, but for the time being he wanted to keep things simple.“What's new with you?”Iceman
Mar 2 2018, 01:08 PM
Adjusting to life back in New York was probably going to take more time than Shane liked to admit. Returning home to find that the mansion had been attacked by the Brotherhood didn't really surprise him as much as it probably should have, and he had mostly found himself rolling his eyes when he had learned exactly why the attack had happened in the first place. All in all it seemed that things had continued as usual while he and the others were gone. No surprise really, seeing as they weren't really gone all that long. That was another thing he would have to get used to: so little time having really passed.
Real showers were amazing however.
It was also jarring to return to the bustling city after having spent so much time in the mostly quiet wilderness. The noises, the smells, and the crowded streets just felt so... unusual. Shane had no doubt that he would re-acclimate quickly enough, but his first steps back into the city proper had been uneasy. Some time would be needed before things were back to some semblance of normal, but he knew that it would eventually happen.
There were also many things that he needed to do, but he knew better than to try to cram too many important activities into the span of a a mere couple of days. He would ask Bobby out soon, not wanting to suddenly reappear with the others and spontaneously throw himself at the man upon returning. Speaking to Luca to find out how he was holding up after everything that had happened to him both during the mission and prior to it was important, but that would come in time as well –crowding the young man probably wouldn't yield the best results. Reviewing his forgotten lesson plans was definitely a good idea, and would happen upon his return to the mansion that very evening.
After stopping off early for an appointment with his barber for a much needed trim and clean-up, Shane set out for Brooklyn. As he traveled he jokingly wondered if he should just return to the Savage Land so that he didn't have to worry about so many little obligations he had on his plate. But no, he wouldn't do that. As interesting of an adventure as it was, he was more than glad to be back in modern civilization where he belonged.
Normally Shane would have been content to invite Clint back to the mansion, but the man had only left the morning before after spending the night there, and he had honestly wanted to see where his friend lived. Besides, asking him to travel all that way from Brooklyn was asking a lot, and he didn't want their friendship to be a one-sided effort with all of the traveling done by Clint alone. With travel time being a bit over an hour that would have just been unfair. Besides, he still hadn't met Clint's dog, which was something he simply needed to do.
Arriving at Clint's building a bit earlier than expected, Shane silently hoped the he wasn't imposing. Traffic had been more forgiving than usual, and he found himself arriving nearly an hour earlier than he had planned. Getting used to city travel was yet another thing he'd have to do. He hadn't driven in over three years (in practice, so to speak) but driving was a skill he knew he would never really forget.
Knocking on the door to the apartment Clint had told him was his, Shane waited patiently for a few moments for any signs that the man was home. No sounds came from the other side of the door, and it was easy to surmise that his friend may have taken Lucky out for a walk or that he had gone shopping to prepare for the afternoon.
Oh well. There was little to do in the meantime but to wait. Instead of hanging out beside Clint's door like some kind of a creeper however, Shane instead considered simply strolling about the building to take things in and to catch up on possible missed messages from... anyone and everyone.Scarlet Witch
Jan 18 2018, 02:44 AM
8 DAYS, 7 HOURS
Things weren't going as planned.
If Shane had a dollar for every time he or someone he knew had been able to say that or something like it, he'd probably have a nice hefty savings account. Initially he had agreed to join Merry and Trevor on their journey into the unknown for support. With the general location of Malice having been narrowed down to a sort of lost world in Antarctica, it had then become a matter of hopping across the globe in order to help Merry regain herself. That was where Calvin came in. He had been asked to acquire long range teleportation so that he could ferry them in and then out when they completed their mission.
They were to search the jungles for Malice and then be on their way back. Shane just wanted to protect his friends and to help with any difficult terrain they might encounter. It was simple.
Unfortunately, things were rarely simple and almost never
went according to plan. Reece's presence had been an unsettling surprise, because while Shane was willing to look past her allegiance for the greater good it seemed that Trevor had been less keen on the notion. Not that he could fully blame the guy –the Brotherhood as an organization had performed some unspeakable acts. Calvin had brought the young woman as a stand in teleporter, because she could just do it better. That much had made sense to Shane, and seeing as they were to be visiting the unknown it was probably safer to have a fully powered telporter rather than one whose powers would be limited
So from the start things hadn't gone entirely as planned, things only got worse after they had teleported. The original plan was for Reece and/or Cal to leave and then later return to take them back to New York, but for whatever reason Blink couldn't “blink.” Well, she could
, but for whatever reason she couldn't go far enough to get them anywhere except for maybe random places nearby.
Or something like that.
What it boiled down to was that they were stuck there until they could figure out what was blocking Reece's full range of teleportation or the X-Men decided to search for them. Merry had apparently provided Logan with their coordinates, so Shane felt that it was only a matter of time before they realized where the trio of Gold Team members had gone. But that was several days ago. About eight, according to the tally marks in his journal. How long should it take for the X-Men to take action?
When it became apparent that legitimate shelter was necessary, Shane had helped to seek out a decent spot by getting a mental map of the surrounding terrain. Once he had located a rather steep cliff –more akin to a nearly vertical wall of rock– he began carving out layer after layer of rock. The process was easy enough for him, as he could dig in and destabilize large portions of the stone making up the cliff, reducing it to rubble that could be easily cleared away. It was tedious and messy work, but it wasn't difficult. The important thing had been to make sure that he didn't do anything that might cause a cave-in, but his ability to sense the movements of the earth around him clued him in when it seemed like things might go south, at which point he worked to reinforce whatever was necessary.
With copious amounts of input and some help clearing the rubble away from the modest rooms he created within the cliff, after the better part of a day they had something into which they could retreat and remain safe. Lines leading from each area to the outside would allow for proper airflow, and there was adequate space for them to actually have a small bit of privacy as well as potential food storage. It wasn't fancy, but it could serve as a makeshift home or base of operations until they found Malice and were found by the X-Men.
Whenever that would be.
Though he hadn't expressed his concerns outside of his journal, Shane was actually becoming somewhat worried. What was taking them so long?
Dec 29 2017, 11:13 PM
2010 - NYU
“You're not getting any younger, you know.”
Turning his head, shooting the young woman a playful glare, Shane almost immediately shot back, “Well thanks, grandma,” before breaking out into an almost childish giggle fit. Raising his hands to block the coming onslaught of gentle slaps, he quickly added, “Okay, I'm sorry I'm sorry. You're pretty–”
“Thank you,” she interjected quickly and somewhat smugly.
“–well preserved for your age.” And that was that. Laughing as it happened, Shane accepted his fate as Amelia Bradshaw grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him sliding off of his dorm-room bed and onto the floor. “Whoa!” From his position, laying back with his head hanging backwards over the side of the bed as Amelia had sat beside the bed on the floor, the world was already upside down. Now he was left with his head, neck, and upper back on the floor and his legs still on the bed. It was anything but comfortable, but seeing the fake indignant expression on Amelia's face made it all worth it.
“And this, Shane Michael Adler, is why you're single,” the young woman said with an airy chuckle, giving his nose a single boop with her index finger.
Countering Amelia's false exasperation with a look of confusion, Shane said “Because I'm a dork?”
“You mispronounced 'total jerk.'”
“Hey, I'm not a total jerk! You take that back!”
Despite their back and forth, Shane and Amelia had become good friends at NYU, with their mutual love of geology bringing them together and to the top of their class. At first the young woman had kept to herself, but a bit of friendly prodding and a partners assignment had brought her out of her shell fairly quickly. When she realized that Shane wasn't just some dumb jock who was taking the courses to fill science requirements for some other degree, Amelia had warmed up to him.
Every Friday night the two would get together to study and just generally goof off. He enjoyed it. Despite the fact that Amelia was not a mutant, the camaraderie of it sort of reminded him of Xavier's.
“I'm joking and you know it,” Amelia said, cocking her head and placing her hands on her hips before she pulled Shane completely off of the bed. “But getting back to my point before you called me a grandma, don't think I haven't seen you chatting up that hottie in class. You should totally go for it.”
“You mean Ryder?”
“I believe his name's Rick.”
Shane nodded. “It's actually Richard, but everyone calls him Ryder.”
Rick had joined the class a few days later than most, having been the victim of a scheduling error that wasn't caught quite in time for the start of the semester. When he had first arrived he had occupied an empty seat beside Shane and had almost immediately asked if he had missed anything important. While he had not yet missed anything of note, Shane had quickly taken something of a shine to the blond student. To his surprise, the feeling seemed almost mutual. In the days that followed Rick had opened up a bit and had made efforts to make time for Shane outside of class. Though the geokinetic had only imagined that the two could only be friends, he had more than once questioned whether or not there was potentially more. Amelia seemed to think so, and she was pretty damned astute.
Shane had never come out at Xavier's, and while he was certain that the resident telepaths knew the truth about him he never really saw much of a point in announcing his sexuality. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it, but rather that he just didn't think it was as big of a deal as some made it out to be. For whatever reason however Amelia had picked up on it quickly, often teasing him about the other boys, though she had the decency to only do so privately.
She also knew that he was a mutant, but that was a different matter entirely.
* * *
FIVE WEEKS LATER
If it hadn't been for Amelia's prodding, Shane wouldn't have ever asked Rick the important questions that had led them to becoming something of a couple. Rick had initially balked when Shane had come out to him, but after roughly half an hour of nearly agonizingly awkward conversation the blond had admitted that he had been interested from the first week they had met. Only his fears of what the others on the soccer team might say had caused him to hesitate.
That should have been a bit of a red flag, but having never actually been in a relationship before Shane had dismissed it. Besides, everything had started off well enough. He and Rick would meet up on some days after classes had let out, watch movies, eat out whenever they could, and were generally happy to spend time together. Despite not being particularly into sports, Shane had even attended a couple of his boyfriend's soccer games.
Unfortunately, while things had started off well it didn't take too long for Shane to see the deep cracks forming in both their relationship and their friendship. Spending time with Rick was generally enjoyable, but it didn't take long to notice that he was all but fully excluded from Rick's social life as a whole –bringing what should have been a red flag to begin with to wave far more noticeably. Despite paltry reassurances that he was over-thinking things and that he'd be introduced to Rick's friends as the boyfriend that he was, Shane fast realized that Rick had no intention of doing so.
It was only a matter of time before tensions boiled over, and on a Saturday night in Rick's dorm Shane found himself embroiled in an argument with his boyfriend.
“I'm nothin' to you,” Shane said, his expression offering little but anger. The argument had begun when Shane had asked once again why he couldn't be around Rick's friends despite being told that he wasn't being left out.
Rick rolled his eyes with a bit of dramatic flair, which he often did when he felt that someone was being unreasonable. “Don't start that shit again. How many times have I told you? You're not 'nothin' to me.” And naturally, as he was prone to doing during an argument, he was mocking.
“You know I hate when you do that! Stop mockin' me!”
“Well, if you'd stop talking like some kind of hick, I might.”
Though Shane had lived for nearly twelve years in Texas, he had spent most of his life in New York. Hints of his heritage remained in his speech even when he normally tried to hide them –most notably when he was upset or drunk. Taking care to pronounce things “properly” sometimes took a back seat when his temper flared. “If you weren't such an asshole it wouldn't be a problem, would it?”
“Oh, I'm the asshole? You're the one who's hopelessly needy. Why don't you just go hang out with your freak friend Amelia?”
“Excuse me? Freak?” Shane could generally withstand scathing remarks about himself, but he refused to stand by and allow someone to hurl insults about one of his friends.
Rick nodded, clinching his fists tightly, aggressively. “Yeah, she's a freak. People are talking, Shane. Saying she's probably a mutant.”
That's when the biggest red flag of them all rose and overshadowed all of the others that had been popping up over the course of the previous weeks. The tone, the loathing in Rick's voice when he uttered the phrase “she's probably a mutant” rang in the geokinetic mutant's head for what felt like minutes. “And what would be so wrong with that?” Shane asked, his voice surprisingly calm, though all the while he felt a powerful desire to reach for the cobblestone resting in his left pocket.
“Mutants are fucking gross.”
A small, very irrational part of Shane wanted to take the stone in his pocket in hand and wrap himself in gray rock armor. That same part of his mind wanted to then show Rick just what a “gross mutant” could do when enraged. Clinching his fists, awash with anger and a small amount of pity, Shane breathed deeply of the air in the room.
His education at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had been about more than general studies. There he had learned to both control and respect his mutation. Wrecking Richard Ryder would have been so easy, but it would have flown in the face of everything he had learned. The young jock was a pitiable fool, but Shane had learned to be the better man. The X-Men wouldn't have approved of him lashing out, and he while he decided he wouldn't physically... there were always words. “Lemme tell you somethin' you miserable dumbass,” he said, moving into his very soon to be ex-boyfriend's personal space bubble. “Amelia is a million times better than you'll ever be. You don't have the guts to let your prick friends know you've got a boyfriend, and you're worried about someone you barely know bein' a mutant? God damn, your priorities are all kinds of fucked up.”
Rick opened his mouth to speak, anger lined etched into every feature, virtually erasing the face of the young man Shane had once fallen for. “No no, you don't need to say anything else. I read ya loud and clear. You hate mutants. You hate me.”
Before Shane turned to walk away he watched as the meaning of his words fully set in. If it hadn't been for the time he had wasted with the young man, the argument might have been worth it for Rick's expression of realization alone. “I see ya get it now.” Grinning in spite of everything, as Shane turned to leave Rick's room for the final time he said, “I hope you grow up someday, because right now you're a fuckin' joke, Dick Ryder.” Before he slammed the door behind him he added, “And ya weren't even good at that!”
* * *
ONE WEEK LATER
Shane had skipped a few days worth of classes, informing his teachers via E-Mail that he had fallen ill but that he would work on his assignments from his dorm. It wasn't technically a full lie, as he did pour himself into his studies when Amelia and a few others from class weren't checking on him. Naturally, Amelia was fully on his side, but that was to be expected –she too had noticed some of the problems that he and Rick were having.
“I'm sorry I pushed you to talk to him,” Amelia said again for the umpteenth time, handing Shane another beer.
Accepting the bottle, his third, without hesitation Shane offered little more than a shrug, “Not your fault. Neither of us knew he was a xenophobic douchecanoe.” Taking a swig from the bottle, he couldn't help but to smile lightly. “Glad I got to have the last word in the fight though –you shoulda seen his face.” Then he laughed, unable to really help himself.
Amelia couldn't help but to chuckle herself. News of their fight had spread quickly, with their raised voices having caught the attention of Rick's dorm neighbors. While the finer details of Shane being a mutant weren't really known, it hadn't been difficult for his neighbors to figure out that Rick had just been dumped by a boyfriend he didn't want anyone to know about. “I kind of wish I had. The rumors started spreading as early as the next morning; Rick was dumped by his secret boyfriend.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Shane shot Amelia a quizzical glance. “You forgettin' somethin' there Ami?”
“I don't think so,” she replied before sipping from her own beer. “What did I miss?”
“That he was dumped by his smarter and better lookin' secret boyfriend.”
And then she punched him in the arm.
Dec 21 2017, 05:37 PM
Not long after the literal dust settled in the Danger Room, Shane had returned to his room for a shower and to change into more comfortable clothing. The time spent with Julian Keller, while a bit taxing in some ways, had been highly educational in many others. Despite the experiments being amazingly unorthodox and likely to have been frowned upon by the likes of the other X-Men, Shane felt that they had been necessary. Pushing himself to his limits and learning from the experience was bound to make him stronger.
Or dead. In this case it could have made him dead.
Okay, so maybe he still wasn't in his right mind. Ever since the night at the bar, and perhaps a bit before that, Shane had been questioning many things. When did he start becoming full rock when he, well, transformed? Why hadn't he told anyone sooner? Was he still able to classify himself as... himself? That last one was definitely the one weighing heaviest on his mind, and one of the most befuddling.
As he stood in the shower, allowing the water to wash over him, he considered the question repeatedly. There were two distinct facts to take into account: that he was decidedly human when he wasn't in rock form, and that he still seemed to retain his consciousness when he was. That very important distinction had given him some kind of hope to hold onto. It was the idea that he might not remain
himself that bothered him. If his body could change over time, then could the same not happen to his mind?
Heaving the heaviest of sighs, Shane twisted the knobs of the shower cutting off the flow of water. Perhaps it was time to finally meet with one of the only other mutants he could truly relate to on the matter. Bobby had returned from total vaporization nearly two weeks prior, and while he had initially used the excuse of giving the man space as a reason to not talk to him that excuse was long expired. Following that, Shane had no logical reason to avoid the Iceman
but had done so regardless.
He just didn't know what to say. Every time he even considered it he drew blanks or his thoughts just wound up stammering all over the place. Shane hated that, seeing as he generally liked to have at least some
sort of plan to work with even if his words sometimes left his mouth too quickly for him to refine them into something more controlled.
After drying off and dressing
, Shane left his private quarters and made his way slowly toward Bobby's, all the while fighting off the slowly growing temptation to simply return to his room. He needed this and he knew it. He needed to see the face of his friend and of the X-Man he had looked up to perhaps more than any other. If nothing else he needed to at least apologize for not seeing him sooner.
When he reached Bobby's door and raised a fist to knock he balked momentarily. He hated it. Hated the hesitation, hated the fact that he'd put things off for so long, and hated the possibility that he'd be hated for
it –all nearly enough to overshadow the burning questions that had been bother him for the past week.
Nope! Rapping on the door before he could have second thoughts, Shane had more or less sealed the deal. He was going to talk to Bobby Drake.