round 3 overflow post

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Round 3 Overflow Post

This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.

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SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
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--- Entire text of the fill

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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174

Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942

Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...

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Heat - Part 20a

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: So glad to see that there are people still reading this! It makes me so happy! Thanks for sticking around! :D

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‘Well, Emma,’ Shaw said, brushing down his suit and turning to her. ‘What did you think of our young Master Lehnsherr?’

Emma made no move to answer and merely stood there, tight-lipped and silent.

‘Of course you didn’t see him at his best there,’ Shaw said, tipping his head in acknowledgment. ‘I actually don’t think that being in a pleasant, family-filled diner agreed with him very much. It would, of course, be akin to trapping a wild panther in a nursery full of noisy children.’ Shaw sighed happily at the image.

Emma’s mouth tightened imperceptibly.

‘That being said,’ Shaw continued in a rueful tone. ‘I meant what I told him; I cannot allow him to interfere any longer. He has trespassed on my kindness for long enough, and now he is simply taking advantage of my affection for him.’

Emma barely prevented her lips from turning up in a sneer.

‘So it is that I must now lay out precautions against my little protégé,’ Shaw sighed. ‘I can’t tell you how much I despair of his stubbornness. He always was a headstrong little boy. I don’t see why he can’t just swallow his pride and do what he was always meant to and join me at my side.’ He shook his head sadly. ‘Children never do appreciate their parents.’

Emma, who knew exactly what had happened to Erik’s actual parents from her time in his head, said nothing.

‘Now here’s what I want you to do,’ Shaw said abruptly, turning and looking at Emma with a thoughtful glint in his eye. ‘I want you to leak the idea that my location has been compromised. Plant it so that the information spreads quickly but not too suspiciously. Allow it to flow through to the usual channels. Use the location of that pretty little hotel that we stayed in a few weeks ago.’ Shaw allowed himself a smile. ‘I’m sure that Erik’s little mole will cotton onto the news soon enough. And so if dear Erik chooses to ignore my warnings and to come after me - well …’

‘You will be waiting for him,’ Emma finished, sounding supremely unimpressed.

But Shaw shook his head.

‘No, my dear,’ he said. ‘I’m afraid not. I think Azazel and Janos will be able to take care of it for me.’

‘No doubt because you don’t want to raise a hand against your precious former protégé,’ Emma said snidely.

Shaw raised an eyebrow at her.

‘Nonsense, my dear,’ he said coolly. ‘It will be because you and I will have better things to do with our time.’

But Emma shook her head.

‘Maybe you will,’ she said grimly. ‘But I won’t.’

Heat - Part 20b

[(Anonymous)]

Shaw stared at her, uncomprehending. He was not at all used to being refused.

‘I beg your pardon?’ he asked, frowning.

‘I’ve had enough, Shaw,’ Emma turned to look at him, her spine rigid and her face full of icy determination. ‘I will do this one thing for you, but then I am leaving.’

‘I see,’ Shaw was silent for a moment. ‘May I ask why?’

Emma inclined her head.

‘You may,’ she said. There was a pause. When she next spoke, her voice was perfectly calm but there was a note of something in her expression that surprised Shaw. ‘I found out today that I was completely wrong about you.’

Shaw raised an eyebrow.

‘Oh?’

‘You are not what I thought you were,’ Emma shook her head. ‘I don’t know why I didn’t see it before – my only excuse is that horrible helmet that you wear. But I saw into that man’s head tonight – your Erik’s.’ Emma’s hands clenched into fists. ‘And it was monstrous. You are monstrous.’

Shaw seemed genuinely shocked by this. Then, after a moment to digest this statement, he started to laugh.

‘Oh my dear,’ he laughed, clutching his stomach. ‘Is that a surprise to you? After all that we have been through together, after all that you have seen me do – that is what surprises you? That is what moves you? A few highly coloured memories in an overly-emotional boy’s head?’ He clucked his tongue. ‘Really, Emma, I had a higher opinion of you than that. Don’t tell me you are turning squeamish on me now. I’m almost offended.’

Emma shook her head.

‘It’s not squeamishness,’ she said calmly. ‘It’s realisation. I have been a fool. All this time I thought that you genuinely cared for our kind – that what we were doing was for the sake of all mutants. Now – after seeing into Erik’s head – I can tell that that was never your plan. That all you wanted was power and that you will step on anyone who gets in your way, human or mutant, to get it. That’s not what I want Shaw – that was never what I wanted. And now I have come to the realisation that you and I must part ways.’

Shaw was frowning again.

‘I see,’ he said coolly. ‘And what makes you think that I will let you go, just like that?’

‘I want no quarrel with you,’ Emma said evenly. ‘I will not go against you and I will not aid others in doing so. I merely want us to go our separate ways and to have nothing to do with you. That is all.’

‘And I refuse?’ Shaw’s tone was suddenly dangerous.

Emma gave him a scornful look.

‘I hardly think that you will be able to,’ she sniffed. And then, before Shaw could so much as move, she had reached out with her mind and snagged Azazel, forcing him to use his power to appear in front of her. In the time it took for Shaw to blink, Emma had grabbed Azazel’s arm and, with an ironic salute to Shaw, had disappeared in a puff of smoke, gone to god knows where. Shaw knew that, by the time Azazel returned – if he returned at all – he would have no idea what had happened or where he had gone or indeed, any memory that he had gone anywhere at all.

Shaw couldn’t help it. He laughed.

Emma always had had style.

Smiling, he turned around and walked away.

He had plans that needed adjusting.







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Re: Heat - Part 20b

[renuki.livejournal.com]

*gives Emma thumbs up* Getting away in style. :D

Re: Heat - Part 20b

[(Anonymous)]

I'm glad you liked! :D

Thanks for reading! x