Hey. There's beer in the fridge, knock yourself out.
[Cable's cleaning his rifle. It's in bits on the kitchen table, on a towel. It smells of oil and metal.]
[He's sitting at the table, shirt off. One side of his chest is deeply bruised. The other is metal, starting at his shoulder (or his arm, really), crawling up the side of his neck and down his left side, across his left pectoral. There's an open bottle of beer at his elbow.]
I figured we don't know each other very well, so I'd ask. Next time I'll just kick down your door.
You're supposed to be in bed. [ But it comes out less scolding and more like an observation he knows won't inspire any change. It's almost bizarre how similar Cable is to him, but he takes a seat at the table and sets a box of tea down on what empty space is there. ] Here.
[ It's black tea. ]
And y'know, back when I was teaching, everyone knocked my damn door down. You wouldn't be the first.
[Cable picks up the tea, takes one out of the box to smell.]
We need to drink this.
[He gets up to start the kettle, but it doesn't work out well. Bones are still grinding, his incision too fresh, and it hurts to move. He only grunts, but it's written on his face. Must. Make. Tea.]
Logan stands, touching at Cable's shoulder gently to get him to sit back down. ] Come on, I brought the damn thing. Let me do it. [ His lips press into an unimpressed, but mostly worried line, and he shakes his head as he goes to find wherever the kettle is to boil the water himself. ]
I'm not gonna argue against you walking around, but you ain't doing anything extra for me, all right?
[ Logan is unaware of Cable's cooking experience, or lack thereof. He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, anyway. ] Lucky me. [ Meaning he can dig it.
Even if he shakes his head with a short, amused huff. ] If you can make gun parts out of random crap, I'm sure you can cook.
Nah, he just needed help running the lab, and... [ He tilts his head from side to side in a gesture of things happened. ] It's along Route 7, named STRANGE. I can take you when you ain't about to fall over.
[ Logan dips his bag in and out of the water a couple of times. ]
The kid I live with ain't even a little bit the science-y type.
[Cable takes a sip of his tea, finds it pleasing, and takes another sip. He's putting off talking about what he asked Logan here for. He doesn't want to talk about it, but it's necessary.]
He was, yeah. But no one could ever agree on what he stood for and why. This Magneto, while I don't quite trust him, I want to give him a chance to change my mind.
[He takes another sip of tea and decides he likes the stuff. Now that it's not scalding, he'll take a bigger drink.]
If you need help with training, I'm happy to lend a hand. When I'm not doing FEAR things. Or killing monsters.
[Cable's heard of the Danger Room. It's a simulation room in which their own technology in the future was based off of. They trained as much as they could in the non-lethal environment before being thrown to the wolves.]
I know something about that sort of tech. I could even suggest some improvements.
[Cable smiles around his tea. He nods.]
And that's why I'm giving him a chance. I trust your instincts.
[ There's a warm feeling in his chest at that-- I trust your instincts-- and Logan doesn't know what to do with it, so he looks down at his tea to hide his smile. ] ...thanks, man.
If he does anything shitty I'll fight him myself.
[ Another gulp of tea. ] "Improvements", huh? I'm guessin' that kinda tech's common as shit where you come from?
Not really. It's used in our military, but only one of the rooms exist. Unless there's another I don't know about. [He drinks his tea.] Makes me wonder what we might have been if not for the war. I would like to have been an engineer.
[He finishes his tea.]
Mm. Gotta trust someone. [He stares into his empty mug.] Which is why I asked you over here. If this town ever takes my telekinesis.
[ Logan guesses this is what Cable wanted to talk about. He doesn't push him, but he does finally return to sit across from him at the table, watching him intently.
He hasn't finished his tea. Fortunately, he doesn't mind it cold. ]
[With a grunt, Cable stands up and takes off his shirt. Underneath is his now familiar half-metal, half-flesh chest. His real half is covered with deep bruises, and a bandage is taped over his abdomen. He traces the places where the metal has met flesh, bursting from the surface and corrupting the flesh.]
This is a virus. A techno-organic virus. I was infected with it when I was a child. It's still active. Eventually, it'll likely kill me.
[He says this close to a monotone, as if he's divorced himself completely from the truth of it all.]
My eye is part of it as well. I hold the spread back with my telekinesis. I'm... I'm not sure what might happen if it's left unchecked.
[Cable's thinking of that dream, where Logan saved him, all the to virus spread over walls and engulfing the dead. He's terrified it might happen just like that.]
[ Logan's brows tighten just a little when Cable shows him his body-- and yes, he does remember the dream. Remembers with obvious, burning clarity how the technology on Cable's body now had covered the labyrinth... and how fucking eerie that had been.
He glances up from the metal on Cable's skin to look up at him instead. ]
Might be better not to take that chance. [ By that, he means leaving it unchecked shouldn't be an option. ]
...unless. [ Logan remembers what this place has done to his powers, to Erik's powers, to Jean-Paul's. His jaw stiffens a fraction. ] Does Deerington fuck with your telekinesis, too?
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Be there in 3. Don't get up. I'll just pick your lock.
[ And true to form, in three minutes Logan's entered the house, shutting the front door behind him and locking it again.
Sniffing Cable out makes it easy to find him, wherever he is. ]
Hey.
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[Cable's cleaning his rifle. It's in bits on the kitchen table, on a towel. It smells of oil and metal.]
[He's sitting at the table, shirt off. One side of his chest is deeply bruised. The other is metal, starting at his shoulder (or his arm, really), crawling up the side of his neck and down his left side, across his left pectoral. There's an open bottle of beer at his elbow.]
I figured we don't know each other very well, so I'd ask. Next time I'll just kick down your door.
[The smile means he may or may not be joking.]
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[ It's black tea. ]
And y'know, back when I was teaching, everyone knocked my damn door down. You wouldn't be the first.
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[Cable picks up the tea, takes one out of the box to smell.]
We need to drink this.
[He gets up to start the kettle, but it doesn't work out well. Bones are still grinding, his incision too fresh, and it hurts to move. He only grunts, but it's written on his face. Must. Make. Tea.]
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Logan stands, touching at Cable's shoulder gently to get him to sit back down. ] Come on, I brought the damn thing. Let me do it. [ His lips press into an unimpressed, but mostly worried line, and he shakes his head as he goes to find wherever the kettle is to boil the water himself. ]
I'm not gonna argue against you walking around, but you ain't doing anything extra for me, all right?
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The kettle's in the sink.
[Setting the cleaning things aside, he begins to rebuild the gun.]
Heard.
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[ But he fills the kettle and puts it on, and now it's just a matter of waiting for water to boil.
Leaning against the counter the sink is in, Logan looks at the gun, letting out a 'hm'. ] That the latest model where you come from?
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[Cable cracks a smile.]
I'll bake you a casserole when you're stuck in bed.
[He's never made one in his life. He just read about them as being comfort food, whatever that is.]
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Even if he shakes his head with a short, amused huff. ] If you can make gun parts out of random crap, I'm sure you can cook.
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[With the last snap of metal against metal, he finishes building the gun.]
Now I just need to set up to make bullets.
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Yep. He finds two. ]
I got a lab if you need space to make 'em. [ In the hot water goes, and then the bags of tea are put in. He slides the mug over to Cable. ]
...well. I work there with this kid. But we got tools and a couple materials.
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[Cable wraps his human hand around the mug, nice and warm.]
You live with the kid?
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[ Logan dips his bag in and out of the water a couple of times. ]
The kid I live with ain't even a little bit the science-y type.
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[Cable takes a sip of his tea, finds it pleasing, and takes another sip. He's putting off talking about what he asked Logan here for. He doesn't want to talk about it, but it's necessary.]
[Even so, he hesitates.]
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He can let Cable take his time. ]
Got a friend who told me I'd end up mother henning all the kids I met here. [ He snorts. ] Worst thing is he's not all wrong.
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[He recalls his conversation with Erik.]
Erik Lensherr is here. He wants to help young mutants.
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And yeah, I know about Erik. He comes from my timeline. We were gonna do the training together.
[ His brow lifts, mouth curving in slight amusement. ] Guess your Magneto must still be an asshole, huh?
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[He takes another sip of tea and decides he likes the stuff. Now that it's not scalding, he'll take a bigger drink.]
If you need help with training, I'm happy to lend a hand. When I'm not doing FEAR things. Or killing monsters.
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[ It's technically still something he's considering with Peter, but the deal's good as done for it. ]
And you know, Erik's my best friend. I'd do anything for him. He's still an ass, that's for sure, but he knows better. He and I both do.
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I know something about that sort of tech. I could even suggest some improvements.
[Cable smiles around his tea. He nods.]
And that's why I'm giving him a chance. I trust your instincts.
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If he does anything shitty I'll fight him myself.
[ Another gulp of tea. ] "Improvements", huh? I'm guessin' that kinda tech's common as shit where you come from?
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[He finishes his tea.]
Mm. Gotta trust someone. [He stares into his empty mug.] Which is why I asked you over here. If this town ever takes my telekinesis.
SHIT BE GETTIN SERIOOOOOOOUS
He hasn't finished his tea. Fortunately, he doesn't mind it cold. ]
RIGHT
This is a virus. A techno-organic virus. I was infected with it when I was a child. It's still active. Eventually, it'll likely kill me.
[He says this close to a monotone, as if he's divorced himself completely from the truth of it all.]
My eye is part of it as well. I hold the spread back with my telekinesis. I'm... I'm not sure what might happen if it's left unchecked.
[Cable's thinking of that dream, where Logan saved him, all the to virus spread over walls and engulfing the dead. He's terrified it might happen just like that.]
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He glances up from the metal on Cable's skin to look up at him instead. ]
Might be better not to take that chance. [ By that, he means leaving it unchecked shouldn't be an option. ]
...unless. [ Logan remembers what this place has done to his powers, to Erik's powers, to Jean-Paul's. His jaw stiffens a fraction. ] Does Deerington fuck with your telekinesis, too?
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