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Jono had known it was likely to happen at some point. He'd been far too deep into Jackson's mind to not know why exactly he had run to the Nexus and why he was so insistent on not going back. Not, mind, that Jono wouldn't have tried talking him out of returning to his world, but it was easier that he didn't want to.
And, after about six months with nothing happening, Jono started to relax, as well.
The first one, he met in the Nexus, asking questions about Jackson. The second one he met there as well, though she was more subtle. Both wore the same sort of clothing Jackson had arrived in. Normal grunts, nothing more. Dangerous enough, he supposed, but mostly poor sods who were in the same bad position Jackson had been in.
He sent them home with no memory of Jackson, the Nexus or their mission. He'd been foolish enough to believe that would be enough.
The third one actually made it to his apartment, luckily while Jackson was out. While Jono had been out, too, but he arrived home first from practice to find the soldier--more advanced and better trained than the first two--pointing a gun at him and demanding to know where Jackson was. He'd probably have gotten off lightly if he hadn't shot Jono's guitar to make a point.
Jono made a point right back. Even with future medical advancements, it would take a long time to heal from first degree burns over most of the body. And then they'd have to straighten out his mind. It was possible the soldier could recover from the mental fucking Jono'd given him, but he'd embedded a message for the first telepath that looked at him to find. Jackson was under his protection.
He'd thought that had been the end of it. It certainly seemed to be for about a month. Then Jono woke up to a strange mental signature in the flat. He slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Jackson before putting on a pair of pajama pants and heading for the living room. Where he had to stop for a moment and stare at the man with white-blond hair and what could, maybe, have passed for the uniform of a Redcoat. Maybe. Once upon a time. And the wide leather wristband he knew held a vortex manipulator.
Time Agent.
Jono let out an explosive breath, hands on his hips. "Don't you bloody fools know when t' give up already?"
And, after about six months with nothing happening, Jono started to relax, as well.
The first one, he met in the Nexus, asking questions about Jackson. The second one he met there as well, though she was more subtle. Both wore the same sort of clothing Jackson had arrived in. Normal grunts, nothing more. Dangerous enough, he supposed, but mostly poor sods who were in the same bad position Jackson had been in.
He sent them home with no memory of Jackson, the Nexus or their mission. He'd been foolish enough to believe that would be enough.
The third one actually made it to his apartment, luckily while Jackson was out. While Jono had been out, too, but he arrived home first from practice to find the soldier--more advanced and better trained than the first two--pointing a gun at him and demanding to know where Jackson was. He'd probably have gotten off lightly if he hadn't shot Jono's guitar to make a point.
Jono made a point right back. Even with future medical advancements, it would take a long time to heal from first degree burns over most of the body. And then they'd have to straighten out his mind. It was possible the soldier could recover from the mental fucking Jono'd given him, but he'd embedded a message for the first telepath that looked at him to find. Jackson was under his protection.
He'd thought that had been the end of it. It certainly seemed to be for about a month. Then Jono woke up to a strange mental signature in the flat. He slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Jackson before putting on a pair of pajama pants and heading for the living room. Where he had to stop for a moment and stare at the man with white-blond hair and what could, maybe, have passed for the uniform of a Redcoat. Maybe. Once upon a time. And the wide leather wristband he knew held a vortex manipulator.
Time Agent.
Jono let out an explosive breath, hands on his hips. "Don't you bloody fools know when t' give up already?"
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Date: 2010-02-04 12:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-04 12:41 am (UTC)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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Date: 2010-02-04 12:56 am (UTC)In the study, Gray looks completely out of his element and blinks away the dizzying array of stars that spark across his field of vision after the teleport. This is ... weird, to say the least.
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Date: 2010-02-04 01:04 am (UTC)Emma looks amused. "The firelizard still follows you around."
"Oi. 'At firelizard loves me," Jono replies. "Though I reckon some days I run a close second." Right behind Jackson. She always did like him.
Emma just smiles. "Come with me, then. We'll head downstairs. The elevator is this way." The shortest route to the elevator went by a large bank of windows. So Emma takes the longer way, telling Gray about the house. Anything to try to keep him engaged.
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Date: 2010-02-04 01:16 am (UTC)Meanwhile, a lot of what Emma says goes in one of Gray's ears ... and manages to get stuck. It's probably the way she says it or maybe that her accent isn't quite as incomprehensible as Jono's is at times or ... well, who knows. He's listening but not paying strict attention, soaking up the information and using it to plugs the leaks in his mind. It's better than nothing and at least it makes a little more concrete sense than whatever Jono had told him.
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Date: 2010-02-04 01:27 am (UTC)Siouxie curls up on the pillow, nudging up as close as she can to him. At least the doctors know better than to shoo her out. And she does croon nicely.
Emma finally stops, hitting one of the buttons in the wall to open a panel. Behind it is a fair sized elevator. "Do you have a problem with enclosed spaces, Gray?" she asks. "I should have asked before, but I forget you're not from this time."
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Date: 2010-02-04 01:34 am (UTC)At the direct question, rather than the exposition she's been giving, Gray blinks and pulls his focus together. "No," he answers, though he sounds uncertain. He has a lot of problems with a lot of things, but if they have to take a lift ... well, he should be all right, shouldn't he?
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Date: 2010-02-04 01:43 am (UTC)Jono glances to Gray, noting that he's already more relaxed in Emma's presence. Which may have something to do with her not having been witness to what happened in the Nexus and may just be Emma. "If yer sure yer awroight?" Because he does want to go directly to Jackson. There's still stuff to explain before Gray arrives.
That's his story and he's sticking to it.
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Date: 2010-02-04 01:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-04 07:51 pm (UTC)Be careful, he tells Emma. Not that I 'spect you wouldn' be, but he's not terribly stable at the moment.No, he's not. Emma states it as fact. She already knew, after all. You and I will speak while you're here, but he may not be safe to allow to leave the island. A moment, then, But that's why you brought him here, isn't it?
Brought 'im fer Jackson. Gettin' 'im the help 'e needs is a rather major bonus. He hears her hmph in the back of his mind as he enters the lift, pressing the button for the basement. He almost would rather have taken the stairs because he could go down them faster, but it was better for Gray to be out of his presence at the moment.
Though once the doors opened, he bolts for the infirmary, nearly slipping as he rounds the corner to go through the door.
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Date: 2010-02-05 02:57 pm (UTC)"Hey," he greets quietly, both for the sake of Siouxie and due to weakness caused by loss of blood. "You okay? What happened?"
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Date: 2010-02-05 03:05 pm (UTC)He sits on the edge of the bed, laying his hand against Jackson's leg. "I'm fine. Tired an' a bit worried 'bout you, but fine." He sighs, rubbing his forehead with the other hand. "Well. Can say conclusively that they ain't comin' back. Didn' mess about this time with warnin's. They've all forgotten 'bout the Nexus an' one'll be deletin' all files pertaining to you in their system. Far as the government's gonna be concerned, you don' exist.
"There's jus' one...minor complication."
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Date: 2010-02-05 03:29 pm (UTC)But easy to think such things after it's said and done, isn't it?
He reaches out carefully for Jono's hand. "Complication?"
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Date: 2010-02-05 03:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-05 04:54 pm (UTC)"I'd know, wouldn't I?" Jackson wonders after a pause, now worried that there's something he's forgotten. Something he's missed.
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Date: 2010-02-05 06:04 pm (UTC)He exhales a slow breath, deflating quite visibly as the idea finally sinks in. Unfortunately, Jackson doesn't know what to say. Except ... "And he tried to kill me?" His tone is full of regret, as if he can only wonder what he did.
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Date: 2010-02-05 08:15 pm (UTC)It all makes a logical sort of sense, but the fact that he can't remember anything relevant to the situation is beginning to hurt his head. And his heart, like someone's stabbed him all over again, but in the chest this time.
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