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Simple as That
Simple as That
I don’t own XM:E or Shatterstar/Ben or Rictor. Probably isn’t the most original idea in the world either.
I suppose I, as the author and such, should explain why exactly I’m putting this in Evolution. I love Rictor and I love Shatterstar and I love them that much more when they’re together. And I wanted to try my hand at a Ric/Shatty fic and, after some major thinking, which I am capable of, I decided to do a ’What if?’ type of story. As I plotted with the aid of my lovely sister and best friend we decided that instead of setting it in the usual Marvel-verse, not that there is a usual Marvel-verse thanks to all those damn realties and time-jumpers, it might work better in Evolution. See, pretty basic.
Other: It’s in the same universe and time period as my other WiPs, Normal and Walking Wounded.
Pairings: Julio/Ben, Bobby/John, Bobby/OC, Amara/Ray, Sam/Tabitha, and Roberto/Jubilee. Some hints of Scott/Jean.
Warnings: Slash, Angst, insanity, fluff, sap, dark themes, death, mentions of drug use, illegal activities, etc, etc. Oh, and Emma Frost is present. Yeah, she gets a warning all her own.
Summery: Fate is a rather self-serving thing. When something isn’t right in a timeline, fate will intervene in another, as Julio Richter and Ben Russell find. But not even fate can stop what’s always been.
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Chapter one
But he stole my bagel!
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Somewhere in Mexico…
Julio looked sideways at Shatterstar who was watching the TV in the cheap motel room they’d rented with amazing interest. Amazing because it was some cheesy Spanish soap opera that made Julio wish ‘Star had never learned Spanish. Maybe if the other man couldn’t speak it he wouldn’t be forced to listen to this crap.
Star turned and looked at him, silver eyes curious. “What are you staring at?”
“You. Wondering how you can stand watching that garbage.” Julio shook his head slightly. Shatterstar quirked an eyebrow in what could very well have been amusement then turned back to the TV. For a moment neither spoke then ‘Star picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels at alarming speeds, reminiscent of what he had done when they were apart of X-Force.
Julio’s eye twitched at ‘Star’s odd form of retaliation. “I get the point. I’ll keep my mouth shut about what you watch from now on, as long as you stop that.”
Star stopped, back that the soap and Julio buried his face in the pillow, book he’d been reading long forgotten. Star wasn’t going to be satisfied until Julio was forced to kill him.
Not that he ever would, though there had been moments…but he’d never actually considered doing it…seriously…for long periods of time…recently.
He smiled wryly. Okay, so he’d thought about it many a time, but he knew he’d never actually do it. Because…Star was Star. That was it. Annoying and at times totally oblivious, but he was who he was. And that’s why Julio liked him.
Loved him even.
It came as sudden revelation right then, not a shocking one like lightening striking, but a small insignificant thing, like it’d always been there and hardly mattered that he hadn’t noticed until now. It seemed so…natural that it barely warranted a blink out of him.
He did blink though, more taken aback by how calm a feeling it invoked in him.
So he loved Star. It meant a lot, but at the moment it was nothing. Something to go over later maybe. But for now he was going to attempt some sleep.
Bayville
The Xavier Institute
5:46 AM
Julio sighed and sat up, unable to get any sleep. He couldn’t put a finger on why, but he wasn’t able to sleep, in spite of that Geometry test waiting for him in school. Maybe he could fake sick…no, he lived with three telepaths; that would never work.
He glanced at the clock, cursing the hour, before getting out of bed, tired body making its protest very apparent. Maybe he shouldn’t have been up so late with the other New Mutants. He wasn’t sure why he did, since they’d all pretty much paired off at some point in time. He wasn’t sure when, so he assumed he had slept through it.
Jubs was with the Icicle and Pyro all the time, Ray was with Amara, as in *with*, and Sam spent all of his time with Roberto. New kids came and went, but they usually ended up in Europe or Massachusetts.
He managed to dress and not cause himself any minor injuries, which was always a plus early in the morning. He walked downstairs, not at all surprised to see Kitty floating through the hallways. She was, along with Mr. Logan, one of those annoying early riser types. He hated those types with the passion of a thousands suns…or something.
‘Mind…sleep deprived…no good analogies right now. Should have slept. Stupid Julio.’
*I agree completely*
“Get out of my head woman.” Julio grumbled, almost falling into a seat at the table. In a moment he would gather enough brain cells to make himself some toast. Maybe. He might just pass out first.
That wasn’t ironic, now that he was resigned to not getting any sleep he was finally ready to pass out. Wonderful.
A bagel with grape jelly, a personal favorite of his, floated past him. He looked up to see it land, courtesy of Jean-I-can’t-wait-for-my-last-name-to-be-Summers-Gray, in front of some kid he’d yet to meet.
“You should be nicer Julio, or else you might scare Ben away.” The redhead winked good-naturedly. Julio grunted and let his head drop onto the table.
“Is everyone around here this coherent?”
Jean giggled. “Fortunately no. Julio is a very special case.”
Julio had the presence of mind to make a rude gesture at Jean. He could almost feel her sticking her tongue out at him. He picked up his head fully and looked at her again.
“Don’t you have an apartment? Away from here? Where you can stop pestering me?”
“I am not pestering you Julio, get over yourself.” She said with a dismissive gesture. “And I’m just dropping off Ben and telling him a little bit about all of you.”
“Ah. Whatever she said its all lies. All of it. Unless she said good stuff…in which case she’s really lying. Shame on you Jean.”
Jean raised an eyebrow. “Are you high?”
“Officially? No.”
“Rictor, you aren’t still comatose. Damn.” Emma Frost, in all her I-could-SO-be-a-Victoria’s-Secret-Model glory, walked in. Wearing next to nothing, as usual. “I was hoping for a peaceful morning.”
Julio shrugged, because Emma Frost was, quite simply, not a woman to be fucked with. She was the type to bust out with a ’private’ collection of whips and kill someone. And Julio didn’t want it to be him; so quiet he was going to be.
He decided after a moment of listening to Jean chatter while Emma managed to bend over twice, just to spite his teenage hormones, that it might be a good time to eat. So he got up and went to the freezer, where he kept his stash of cinnamon raisin bagels. It seemed like a dumb thing to hide, but with this group nothing was safe.
Case in point, his last bagel was gone. The scandal. The culprit had to be caught and…and…skinned! Yeah, that sounded good.
“Who ate my bagel?” He turned and faced the now more full kitchen. Same and Roberto were going for the dry cereal, Frosty was drinking her coffee, Jean had her grapefruit juice, and that new guy…who had indeed had a bagel.
Sam and Roberto, being as wise as they so obviously were, glanced at each other then ducked out of the kitchen to await the storm.
“Sorry about that Ric, but I gave it to Ben. I didn’t think you’d mind.” Jean said, obviously not realizing the magnitude of the act she had just committed.
Julio blinked then turned and left the kitchen. Jean stared after him, eyebrow going up as a manicured nail picked at her muffin absently.
Sam and Roberto peeked back in, wondering if that was it. Just when they were sure it was safe to come back the entire house shook for a moment then Jean’s muffin vibrated before exploding, sending cranberries, nuts, and muffin everywhere.
Jean gaped at the mess that had been her breakfast.
Julio walked back in and sat down once again. Took a look around and sighed. “I was aiming for Jean’s car.”
Jean blinked then looked over her shoulder at the car, which was parked outside about twenty feet away in the drive. It had formally belonged Scott’s but was now hers. Just one of the many perks of having such a wonderful, generous and thoroughly whipped boyfriend like Summers.
“Impressive none the less Rictor.” Emma said, brushing a strand of her too white to be real hair back. Julio nodded and rested his head back on the table. Sam and Roberto walked back in and recommenced their hunt for a cereal that wouldn’t have them acting like idiots for the next two hours.
The new guy looked around. “Was a bagel really that serious?”
One angry eye peeked from the recesses of Julio’s arms. “You want to be my next subject?”
Silvery-blue eyes looked at him with total disinterest. “If you were actually aiming for me I don’t think I’d have anything to worry about.”
Sam sighed and shot Julio a look that said ’Remember, new guy, do not being the entire mansion down on our heads. Again.’
He decided, in his sleep deprived mind, combined with his bagel-less status and his at times infamous temper, that he didn’t like this new kid at all.
I don’t own XM:E or Shatterstar/Ben or Rictor. Probably isn’t the most original idea in the world either.
I suppose I, as the author and such, should explain why exactly I’m putting this in Evolution. I love Rictor and I love Shatterstar and I love them that much more when they’re together. And I wanted to try my hand at a Ric/Shatty fic and, after some major thinking, which I am capable of, I decided to do a ’What if?’ type of story. As I plotted with the aid of my lovely sister and best friend we decided that instead of setting it in the usual Marvel-verse, not that there is a usual Marvel-verse thanks to all those damn realties and time-jumpers, it might work better in Evolution. See, pretty basic.
Other: It’s in the same universe and time period as my other WiPs, Normal and Walking Wounded.
Pairings: Julio/Ben, Bobby/John, Bobby/OC, Amara/Ray, Sam/Tabitha, and Roberto/Jubilee. Some hints of Scott/Jean.
Warnings: Slash, Angst, insanity, fluff, sap, dark themes, death, mentions of drug use, illegal activities, etc, etc. Oh, and Emma Frost is present. Yeah, she gets a warning all her own.
Summery: Fate is a rather self-serving thing. When something isn’t right in a timeline, fate will intervene in another, as Julio Richter and Ben Russell find. But not even fate can stop what’s always been.
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Chapter one
But he stole my bagel!
******************
Somewhere in Mexico…
Julio looked sideways at Shatterstar who was watching the TV in the cheap motel room they’d rented with amazing interest. Amazing because it was some cheesy Spanish soap opera that made Julio wish ‘Star had never learned Spanish. Maybe if the other man couldn’t speak it he wouldn’t be forced to listen to this crap.
Star turned and looked at him, silver eyes curious. “What are you staring at?”
“You. Wondering how you can stand watching that garbage.” Julio shook his head slightly. Shatterstar quirked an eyebrow in what could very well have been amusement then turned back to the TV. For a moment neither spoke then ‘Star picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels at alarming speeds, reminiscent of what he had done when they were apart of X-Force.
Julio’s eye twitched at ‘Star’s odd form of retaliation. “I get the point. I’ll keep my mouth shut about what you watch from now on, as long as you stop that.”
Star stopped, back that the soap and Julio buried his face in the pillow, book he’d been reading long forgotten. Star wasn’t going to be satisfied until Julio was forced to kill him.
Not that he ever would, though there had been moments…but he’d never actually considered doing it…seriously…for long periods of time…recently.
He smiled wryly. Okay, so he’d thought about it many a time, but he knew he’d never actually do it. Because…Star was Star. That was it. Annoying and at times totally oblivious, but he was who he was. And that’s why Julio liked him.
Loved him even.
It came as sudden revelation right then, not a shocking one like lightening striking, but a small insignificant thing, like it’d always been there and hardly mattered that he hadn’t noticed until now. It seemed so…natural that it barely warranted a blink out of him.
He did blink though, more taken aback by how calm a feeling it invoked in him.
So he loved Star. It meant a lot, but at the moment it was nothing. Something to go over later maybe. But for now he was going to attempt some sleep.
Bayville
The Xavier Institute
5:46 AM
Julio sighed and sat up, unable to get any sleep. He couldn’t put a finger on why, but he wasn’t able to sleep, in spite of that Geometry test waiting for him in school. Maybe he could fake sick…no, he lived with three telepaths; that would never work.
He glanced at the clock, cursing the hour, before getting out of bed, tired body making its protest very apparent. Maybe he shouldn’t have been up so late with the other New Mutants. He wasn’t sure why he did, since they’d all pretty much paired off at some point in time. He wasn’t sure when, so he assumed he had slept through it.
Jubs was with the Icicle and Pyro all the time, Ray was with Amara, as in *with*, and Sam spent all of his time with Roberto. New kids came and went, but they usually ended up in Europe or Massachusetts.
He managed to dress and not cause himself any minor injuries, which was always a plus early in the morning. He walked downstairs, not at all surprised to see Kitty floating through the hallways. She was, along with Mr. Logan, one of those annoying early riser types. He hated those types with the passion of a thousands suns…or something.
‘Mind…sleep deprived…no good analogies right now. Should have slept. Stupid Julio.’
*I agree completely*
“Get out of my head woman.” Julio grumbled, almost falling into a seat at the table. In a moment he would gather enough brain cells to make himself some toast. Maybe. He might just pass out first.
That wasn’t ironic, now that he was resigned to not getting any sleep he was finally ready to pass out. Wonderful.
A bagel with grape jelly, a personal favorite of his, floated past him. He looked up to see it land, courtesy of Jean-I-can’t-wait-for-my-last-name-to-be-Summers-Gray, in front of some kid he’d yet to meet.
“You should be nicer Julio, or else you might scare Ben away.” The redhead winked good-naturedly. Julio grunted and let his head drop onto the table.
“Is everyone around here this coherent?”
Jean giggled. “Fortunately no. Julio is a very special case.”
Julio had the presence of mind to make a rude gesture at Jean. He could almost feel her sticking her tongue out at him. He picked up his head fully and looked at her again.
“Don’t you have an apartment? Away from here? Where you can stop pestering me?”
“I am not pestering you Julio, get over yourself.” She said with a dismissive gesture. “And I’m just dropping off Ben and telling him a little bit about all of you.”
“Ah. Whatever she said its all lies. All of it. Unless she said good stuff…in which case she’s really lying. Shame on you Jean.”
Jean raised an eyebrow. “Are you high?”
“Officially? No.”
“Rictor, you aren’t still comatose. Damn.” Emma Frost, in all her I-could-SO-be-a-Victoria’s-Secret-Model glory, walked in. Wearing next to nothing, as usual. “I was hoping for a peaceful morning.”
Julio shrugged, because Emma Frost was, quite simply, not a woman to be fucked with. She was the type to bust out with a ’private’ collection of whips and kill someone. And Julio didn’t want it to be him; so quiet he was going to be.
He decided after a moment of listening to Jean chatter while Emma managed to bend over twice, just to spite his teenage hormones, that it might be a good time to eat. So he got up and went to the freezer, where he kept his stash of cinnamon raisin bagels. It seemed like a dumb thing to hide, but with this group nothing was safe.
Case in point, his last bagel was gone. The scandal. The culprit had to be caught and…and…skinned! Yeah, that sounded good.
“Who ate my bagel?” He turned and faced the now more full kitchen. Same and Roberto were going for the dry cereal, Frosty was drinking her coffee, Jean had her grapefruit juice, and that new guy…who had indeed had a bagel.
Sam and Roberto, being as wise as they so obviously were, glanced at each other then ducked out of the kitchen to await the storm.
“Sorry about that Ric, but I gave it to Ben. I didn’t think you’d mind.” Jean said, obviously not realizing the magnitude of the act she had just committed.
Julio blinked then turned and left the kitchen. Jean stared after him, eyebrow going up as a manicured nail picked at her muffin absently.
Sam and Roberto peeked back in, wondering if that was it. Just when they were sure it was safe to come back the entire house shook for a moment then Jean’s muffin vibrated before exploding, sending cranberries, nuts, and muffin everywhere.
Jean gaped at the mess that had been her breakfast.
Julio walked back in and sat down once again. Took a look around and sighed. “I was aiming for Jean’s car.”
Jean blinked then looked over her shoulder at the car, which was parked outside about twenty feet away in the drive. It had formally belonged Scott’s but was now hers. Just one of the many perks of having such a wonderful, generous and thoroughly whipped boyfriend like Summers.
“Impressive none the less Rictor.” Emma said, brushing a strand of her too white to be real hair back. Julio nodded and rested his head back on the table. Sam and Roberto walked back in and recommenced their hunt for a cereal that wouldn’t have them acting like idiots for the next two hours.
The new guy looked around. “Was a bagel really that serious?”
One angry eye peeked from the recesses of Julio’s arms. “You want to be my next subject?”
Silvery-blue eyes looked at him with total disinterest. “If you were actually aiming for me I don’t think I’d have anything to worry about.”
Sam sighed and shot Julio a look that said ’Remember, new guy, do not being the entire mansion down on our heads. Again.’
He decided, in his sleep deprived mind, combined with his bagel-less status and his at times infamous temper, that he didn’t like this new kid at all.