The trousers are too short, but that's kind of to be expected. Jackson's would have fallen off.
Jono nods, moving forward to put his hand on Gray's shoulder. "Might wanna close yer eyes. Hear tell it's easier on the stomach." He takes another breath before hitting the button to teleport.
Within moments, they appear in a very different room. A study, really, the curtains drawn over the floor to ceiling windows at one end behind the desk. The walls and some of the tables were lined with books the same way Jono's were lined with his music.
In front of the desk stood an imposing woman, dressed all in white. She likely would have been about Jono's height if it hadn't been for her heels. "Jonothon," Emma Frost says in greeting. "And you must be Gray." Walking over, she offers her hand. Not my favorite of names, she adds to Jono, speaking mind to mind.
Emma, he warns her.
She shrugs and nods to the boy. "Jackson is downstairs in the infirmary. There's not much Josh can do for blood loss, so Doctor McCoy has him on an IV drip." Emma tsks softly. "As you can imagine, he's convinced it's very barbaric. You had to find a man who came back from the future."
Jono grins at that. "You don' know the half of it, Emma. Let's jus' say I'm askin' 'im if any of 'is relatives 'ad the las' name of Summers." Given the Summers family complete and utter inability to stay in their own timeline. And sometimes for trying to kill their family members.
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Jono nods, moving forward to put his hand on Gray's shoulder. "Might wanna close yer eyes. Hear tell it's easier on the stomach." He takes another breath before hitting the button to teleport.
Within moments, they appear in a very different room. A study, really, the curtains drawn over the floor to ceiling windows at one end behind the desk. The walls and some of the tables were lined with books the same way Jono's were lined with his music.
In front of the desk stood an imposing woman, dressed all in white. She likely would have been about Jono's height if it hadn't been for her heels. "Jonothon," Emma Frost says in greeting. "And you must be Gray." Walking over, she offers her hand. Not my favorite of names, she adds to Jono, speaking mind to mind.
Emma, he warns her.
She shrugs and nods to the boy. "Jackson is downstairs in the infirmary. There's not much Josh can do for blood loss, so Doctor McCoy has him on an IV drip." Emma tsks softly. "As you can imagine, he's convinced it's very barbaric. You had to find a man who came back from the future."
Jono grins at that. "You don' know the half of it, Emma. Let's jus' say I'm askin' 'im if any of 'is relatives 'ad the las' name of Summers." Given the Summers family complete and utter inability to stay in their own timeline. And sometimes for trying to kill their family members.