I like this fic a lot. The character dynamics are great.
Oh, Kitty -- "I always do the reading, and she hates to call on me, because I have opinions." / "Why would she call on you? You always talk anyway." / "I'm not ashamed of speaking up in a class. That's what I'm there for, and my mom says that smart girls are under an obligation to contribute to academic dialogue because the education system is determined to stifle us – there's all kinds of studies, right, Dr. McCoy? – and you'd think Ms. Frost would appreciate that, but instead – Hey, are there more Twinkies?"
And Emma -- [[ "Let me guess," she drawls, in her satiny, bored voice. "I stifle Katherine's genius. I deny Robert his constitutional right to come to class unprepared, I unfairly favor students with telepathic ability and – oh, yes. Once upon a time, men used to pay good money to watch me dance. Once one lays it out like that, even I am surprised that I have not been fired." ]]
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"My conscience is clear." I spread my hands. "There's not a bit of junk food in this lab." This is true. Kitty ate the last one. I make a mental note to do a Twinkie run tonight.
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"Some of the children, in fact, lead rather rich fantasy lives. Miss Pryde for instance." [I hate you for making me want Emma/Kitty.]
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"Using students' performance in their Renaissance Literature class as a psychological profile of suitability for combat missions?" Scott answers. "No, I really don't take that seriously."
"Please," she sniffs, once again looking at me for support. "You think Xavier didn't do that with the lot of you?"
"Leave the Professor out of this," Scott suggests.
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"Bobby. Hank," Cyclops says crisply – and the use of the battle name seems appropriate. He's wearing glasses, not his visor, but the stance is one of a man ready to lead troops into combat. "Please explain to me what you're doing." I open my mouth and Cyclops points. "In five words or less. Two syllables, each. Max."
"Of course," I say, with my best open-armed gesture and innocent smile. "Twinkie run."
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I like this fic a lot. The character dynamics are great.
Oh, Kitty -- "I always do the reading, and she hates to call on me, because I have opinions." / "Why would she call on you? You always talk anyway." / "I'm not ashamed of speaking up in a class. That's what I'm there for, and my mom says that smart girls are under an obligation to contribute to academic dialogue because the education system is determined to stifle us – there's all kinds of studies, right, Dr. McCoy? – and you'd think Ms. Frost would appreciate that, but instead – Hey, are there more Twinkies?"
And Emma -- [[ "Let me guess," she drawls, in her satiny, bored voice. "I stifle Katherine's genius. I deny Robert his constitutional right to come to class unprepared, I unfairly favor students with telepathic ability and – oh, yes. Once upon a time, men used to pay good money to watch me dance. Once one lays it out like that, even I am surprised that I have not been fired." ]]
Also:
"My conscience is clear." I spread my hands. "There's not a bit of junk food in this lab." This is true. Kitty ate the last one. I make a mental note to do a Twinkie run tonight.
*
"Some of the children, in fact, lead rather rich fantasy lives. Miss Pryde for instance."
[I hate you for making me want Emma/Kitty.]
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"Using students' performance in their Renaissance Literature class as a psychological profile of suitability for combat missions?" Scott answers. "No, I really don't take that seriously."
"Please," she sniffs, once again looking at me for support. "You think Xavier didn't do that with the lot of you?"
"Leave the Professor out of this," Scott suggests.
*
"Bobby. Hank," Cyclops says crisply – and the use of the battle name seems appropriate. He's wearing glasses, not his visor, but the stance is one of a man ready to lead troops into combat. "Please explain to me what you're doing." I open my mouth and Cyclops points. "In five words or less. Two syllables, each. Max."
"Of course," I say, with my best open-armed gesture and innocent smile. "Twinkie run."
["Out. For. A. Walk. ... Bitch." !!!]