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.

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

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

EXAMPLE:
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 18b

[(Anonymous)]

Erik grunted but didn’t say anything.

Realising that he would get no acknowledgement from Erik, Shaw turned and nodded at his demon. With a puff of smoke, the mutant disappeared, leaving Erik temporarily taken aback that no one in the diner seemed to have noticed. In fact, no one had paid the slightest bit of attention to them since they had appeared in the middle of the diner, flashy red demon notwithstanding.

‘You have, of course, my gorgeous Emma to thank for the privacy,’ Shaw said smoothly, noticing Erik’s narrowed eyes. ‘I simply can’t go anywhere without her nowadays. Well, not if I want to leave anyone alive, that is.’

Erik glanced around to where the blonde woman had already seated herself in a booth and was now sitting there with a look of intense boredom upon her face.

‘Emma will be here with us for the duration of our interview,’ Shaw explained. ‘It wouldn’t do, after all, to have you take it into your head to bash my head in with one of these quaint little saltshakers.’ Shaw reached over to the table beside them, picked up the small metal box and rattled it in front of Erik’s face. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t even know she’s there. Unless you think about attempting something singularly stupid, that is.’

Erik snarled and his fingers twitched murderously, but a warning pressure on his mind made him release the tension.

Raking his eyes over Shaw, Erik jerked his chin at his head.

‘I suppose that ridiculous thing on your head is telepath-proof?’ he growled.

‘Oh this thing?’ Shaw rapped his knuckles on his helmet. ‘Yes, you’re right. You always were quick, Erik.’

Erik felt a hot flush of rage work through him, remembering why exactly it was that he had needed to be quick. He felt a probing tendril of curiosity from Emma, but he paid no attention to it. There were no defences against a telepath, after all. If she wanted to do something to him, then there was nothing that he could do about it.

‘Wear it often, do you?’ he asked instead, his lips pulling up in a sneer. ‘Don’t trust your own telepath, is that it, Shaw? I don’t blame you – you aren’t really a person who inspires loyalty and trust in his own people.’

Shaw’s features tightened at that and he nodded at Emma, who gave Erik the mental equivalent of a slap on the head, albeit with a scowl on her face. Erik’s observation had not gone unnoticed, then.

‘Sit down,’ Shaw barked, shoving Erik down onto the faux-leather covered seat of a booth a little way away from the one that Emma was sitting in. Erik stiffly settled himself in, his back ramrod straight as Shaw sidled into the opposite seat. Shaw immediately stretched out, a benevolent smile making its way back onto his face, his momentary bad mood and impatience apparently forgotten. ‘There now, isn’t this nice?’

Erik could think of a few words to describe this situation, but nice wasn’t one of them.

‘Come on,’ Shaw said cajolingly. ‘Give us a smile, Erik! I’ll get you a cheeseburger if you play nice. And maybe – if you’re a good boy – you’ll even get dessert!’

Erik let out an almost inhuman growl and – if it weren’t for the Frost woman overseeing things – he was sure that the knives and forks on the nearby tables would have been whisked off and embedded in Shaw’s hateful chest before the man could so much as blink. Angry, Erik threw a poisonous glare at the woman but she just gave him a smirk in return and went back to gazing idly out the window.

Shaw, meanwhile, seemed to think that he had hit on something as, with a benevolent wave of his hand, he summoned the harried waitress over and immediately ordered for both himself and Erik. The sheer presumptuousness of his actions was enough to make Erik forget about Emma and redirect his animosity in the proper place once again.

There was silence as the waitress finished taking down the orders and walked away.