One Word

by Cosmic

 

 


Disclaimer: Marvel owns all, no money involved, but the story’s mine. Any and all feedback would be loved at cosmic1982@hotmail.com

Notes: This one just came to me suddenly, while I was folding laundry. No, the fic has absolutely nothing to do with laundry, but that’s not the point. The point is Cable is evil and he keeps talking in my head. And he keeps pissing me off almost as much as he pisses off Domino. ;)

This one is for Threnody.


“Nathan.”

“What?”

“Nathan...”

“I don’t care.”

“Nathan!”

“Dom, I’m not hungry. Go away.”

“Nathaaaan.”

“I’m sick, I don’t want anything to eat, my head feels like it’s just about to explode.”

“Nathan.”

“Don’t look at me like that, it wasn’t my fault.”

“*Nathan*.”

“How was I supposed to know I could get a strain of the space flu?”

“Nathan.”

“So you told the kids to come to the med lab for flu shots, but you didn’t tell me.”

“...”

“Fine, I was in the room and I should have listened, but...I was distracted.”

“_Nathan?_”

“Was it my fault you were wearing a costume that was too small ten years ago?”

“...”

“Oath, I didn’t mean it like *that*. I meant very snug and *fitting*. So I was...distracted, thinking back to the last time you were wearing it. Or not wearing it, as the case was.”

“Nathan!”

“Dom! Stop hitting me, I know very well my parents are in the other room with Henry and that they can hear almost every word we say. I’m just not feeling well enough to mindlink with you right now.”

“Nathan?”

“Stop worrying, I’m fine. Although I wouldn’t mind if you and your old costume came to cheer me up later, after Jean and Scott leave. And Dr. McCoy goes to do whatever he does when he isn’t here.”

“Nathan...”

“I take it that was a yes?”

“_Nathan_...”

“I do appreciate you taking me care of me, Dom, and I will try to eat some of that, whatever it is. But for now, I’d like to show you just how much I appreciate this...”

“Oh, Nathan...”

~fin


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