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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...

Comments

Opposition - Alex - Part 3c/3 - Reposting for italics fail.

[(Anonymous)]

“Jesus Scott!” Alex yelled, ignoring the strain the action put on his ribs. “I attacked you. I mean you… you clearly weren’t yourself back there but I knew exactly what I was doing. I could have killed you!”

Scott pulled a face and walked over, dragging a chair with him. For a second Alex thought (deep down hoped) that Scott looked like he was about to break years of macho brotherly tradition and attempt a hug, but instead he wrapped on hand around Alex’s uninjured wrist in a firm grip that was probably inescapable but not uncomfortable.

“Defending yourself and completely your assigned tasks it what I trained you for,” Scott lectured, “I was very aware of the difficulties of the situation. If it had been a training exercise I would have expected you to fight back sooner,” Alex frowned, suddenly feeling like he was being criticised for not being eager to attack his brother, but then Scott added, “You made the best decisions you could in a challenging and unprecedented field situation,” which was an impersonal and militaristic thing to say but, in Alex’s experience, the closest Scott could manage to a ‘you did good’.

They sat for several moments in a thoughtful, comfortable sort of silence before Scott opened his mouth.

“If you’re going to apologise again, shut up,” Alex ordered, “We aren’t girls. You were brainwashed and crazy and we got in a fight but now it’s over and we’re good again.”

“But…”

Alex glared. “No. If this gets any mushier I’ll be forced to hug you into shutting up and if that got out it’d take months to get the students back up to the appropriate levels of thinking we’re intimidating.”

Scott cocked his head, looking not a little confused by Alex’s threat, so Alex responded by yanking his wrist from Scott’s grip and grabbing his brother’s hand in his own. Scott’s eyebrows shot up about his visor.

“Not a word,” Alex hissed, letting his eyes drift shut, “I’m drugged up to the eyeballs and if you leave and I move in my sleep, Jean will find a way to make it my fault, so you’re staying.”

Scott’s tried to pull his hand away, but it was little more than a token effort – Alex could still feel Scott’s reassuring grip as he drifted back into unconsciousness.