Scott Summers

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Title: Feeling Human
Authors: flewtoohigh and greater_scott
Fandom: Xmen-movie verse and Fallen Angel + author fanon on FA as Supergirl
Warnings: M/NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Scott Summers/Lee Danvers
Word count: 6081 words
Standard disclaimer: Not mine, not even close. Not making money, just having some fun.

Author’s Notes: This pairing developed during RP at fandomtropolis. Scott is taken from movieverse canon at the end of X2. Lee is taken from Fallen Angel before the move to IDW, and has reunited with her Supergirl-past owing to an unlikely friendship with Tim Drake (Robin).

RPed up to where sex begins to look imminent, then written by technosage, continuing in an RP style of alternating POVs.

Author's Note 2: As much as I would love to say I had a ton to do with this, I didn't. So if you enjoy it, please please please, go tell Allie. ;)

Summary: They'd met in the bar, flirted or at least what passed for flirting with Lee, then they swapped bodies. Of course, Lee being Lee, she'd not passed up the chance for sex in Scott's body, which led to all kinds of awkward when they swapped back. All kinds of awkward led to Lee and Scott having sex, and then Scott, boyscout that he is, inviting Lee to be his dinner date.

This scene follows dinner with Tara Maclay (BTVS), Bobby Frost (Xmen movieverse), Jonathan Crane (Batman Begins), Bruce Wayne (Batman Begins), Cassandra Fraiser (SGA). They've returned to Lee's apartment, for not!cuddling and sex. But Scott's not content with just sex. He wants to make love, which is a problem for Lee. Revelations, hot sex, wicked Lee, and totally-OCD Scott ensue, with a lot of sweetness along the way for the boyscout and the bitch.

( Feeling Human, 6801 words - NSFW )


{OOC: Wow that took a while to finish. Not open of IC interaction.}

( Apologies and Goodbyes, Only Not )

{OOC: Preplayed with flewtoohigh. No IC interaction. OOC ok.}

( The Boy Scout and the Bitch )

Not open for IC interaction, but feel free to throw popcorn.

He woke up. The ceiling was red.

"Thank God."

He went to the bathroom, then made coffee.

Then he pulled out the phone book. He was looking for a gym.

Scott opened his eyes.

The ceiling was white. Not some shade of red, but white. What the fuck? Coffee. Coffee makes everything better. He started to get up, but there was someone else in the bed. "What the hell?" Not only was there someone else in the bed, but the someone else was young and male.


And in color.


"What the fuck is going on?" he said loudly.


{OOC Open to no_pixie_shoes and flewtoohigh.}

Scott was just about to go to bed when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Scott, it's Professor Xavier. I'm sorry to call so late, but I need you to do something for me."

Scott listened as Xavier outlined what he needed Scott to do. He'd have to leave town for a few days. He should probably wait til late the next night.





{OOC just setting up an IG reason for Scott to not be around for a bit while I'm gone.}

After talking to Xavier on Tuesday last, Scott tried to figure out what he'd say when he saw Bobby. He was fairly certain Bobby wasn't happy with him after his reaction to Lee the night at The Triangle.

He knew his tux was suppose to be delivered before the weekend. It was a good thing that he hadn't needed it this weekend.



{OOC: post is for emo_popsicle, OOC is fine.}

"Xavier's School for the Gifted, this is Ororo, how can I help you?"

"Hey Ro. It's Scott."

"Scott! It's good to hear from you. You sound well.

"Thank you. Listen, is Xavier around? I need him to send me somethings."

"Sure, Scott, hold on."

He heard the background sounds of the mansion, the kids running around. He missed it. But he was having a good time here.

"Scott?"

"Yes sir. Did Ro tell you?"

"What do you need?"

"My tux, actually. There's an opening for a corporation, and I've been invited. There's a courier service here, if you wouldn't mind. Bobby works there."

"Not at all, Scott. I'm glad you're getting out. How is Bobby?"

"He seems to be doing well here." Scott left it at that.

"Good. Tell him I said hello. I'll have it sent right away."

"Thank you sir."

Voicemail:


You've reached Scott Summers. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.


Email:

cyclops@xavierinstitue.org


stickupmyarse @ yahoo.com


[OOC working email, IG, please comment below, otherwise, feel free to send one off!]

He stayed around the mansion for a couple more months, getting everything arranged. And it was harder to leave than he thought it would be.


He had finally packed what few things he was taking with him. Mostly clothes and books--nothing to remind him of Jean.

Xavier rolled into his room. "Yes Professor?"

"I was wandering, Scott, if you had given thought to taking your uniform with you?"

He stopped. He had been thinking about it, but was still undecided.



Of all the things that reminded him of Jean, the suit did the most. Reminded him that he hadn't been able to save her--that it had been his fault she had to hold the water back in the first place.

But he had heard how dangerous Fandom Tropolis was, and they just might need a good guy.



"I'm not sure." He let his shields down so Xavier could hear what he was thinking.

"A compromise then, Scott. Leave the suit here, but if you need it, you'll have it within the day."

"Thank you sir."

"Take the visor, just in case. You never know when you might need it," Xavier said leaving Scott to his thoughts.

Jean was gone.

Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't sleeping in one of the guest
rooms.

He wasn't sleeping at all. When he wasn't grading papers — because
classes still had to be taught, students still needed to learn, needed that
consitancy — he read. Books on wars, on grieving, on cars. It didn't
help, but it passed the time.

As the semester wore on, it was obivous to himeself, the professor, and even the kids, that he wasn't living up to his job. So when Xavier offered him a chance to escape, a sabbatical, he took it.