Xavier found St. John Allerdyce sitting at the kitchen table with a dazed expression on his face. A very important phone call was waiting for the Professor in his office, along with three bills, a motion in Congress to go over, and a letter from Moira McTaggert with questions he didn't know how to answer, but Xavier had never been able to force himself to pass by unheeding of such a disconsolate cloud of thoughts as the one hovering over St. John's head.
So he sighed and wheeled over to the table. He did not even get a chance to ask what was wrong before St. John opened his mouth and told him.
"I asked Mr. Summers," St. John said, still sounding a little dazed. He was holding up a box of perfectly exquisite diamond studs. "And she kicked me out."
Xavier glanced briefly over at the clock (it was still before seven in the morning) and winced. "Perhaps your timing?"
"She said she was a traditional sort of girl and Jean is too, so I asked him, and it didn't work at all."
The entire scene played out before Xavier's mental eyes and he realized this was more—and less—serious than he thought.
"Jean is not Kitty," Xavier told him gently. "Jean likes solid, lasting gifts from Scott as long-term reminders of his love."
St. John finally actually looked at the Professor, an encouraging sign.
Xavier went on. "Kitty has not been in a relationship long, and she wants the romance symbolized by things like flowers and chocolates, things that are comforting and exciting, but which don't last as long as diamonds."
St. John nodded. "Exit strategy."
Xavier frowned at that, but not all battles would be fought today (Moira was waiting after all). He smiled. "I do have a use for those diamond earrings if you would like the money back."
St. John looked at him oddly.
"A gift," Xavier added, chuckling at the visual of himself wearing them. "For a very old friend."
~~o~~
Nobody else ever did find out the story behind a dozen boxes of chocolate that showed up on Kitty's bed that evening—or the small package that arrived on Mystique's birthday and drew a small, satisfied smile.
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Chocolate for a Lady [2/2]
Date: 2011-06-23 06:35 pm (UTC)So he sighed and wheeled over to the table. He did not even get a chance to ask what was wrong before St. John opened his mouth and told him.
"I asked Mr. Summers," St. John said, still sounding a little dazed. He was holding up a box of perfectly exquisite diamond studs. "And she kicked me out."
Xavier glanced briefly over at the clock (it was still before seven in the morning) and winced. "Perhaps your timing?"
"She said she was a traditional sort of girl and Jean is too, so I asked him, and it didn't work at all."
The entire scene played out before Xavier's mental eyes and he realized this was more—and less—serious than he thought.
"Jean is not Kitty," Xavier told him gently. "Jean likes solid, lasting gifts from Scott as long-term reminders of his love."
St. John finally actually looked at the Professor, an encouraging sign.
Xavier went on. "Kitty has not been in a relationship long, and she wants the romance symbolized by things like flowers and chocolates, things that are comforting and exciting, but which don't last as long as diamonds."
St. John nodded. "Exit strategy."
Xavier frowned at that, but not all battles would be fought today (Moira was waiting after all). He smiled. "I do have a use for those diamond earrings if you would like the money back."
St. John looked at him oddly.
"A gift," Xavier added, chuckling at the visual of himself wearing them. "For a very old friend."
~~o~~
Nobody else ever did find out the story behind a dozen boxes of chocolate that showed up on Kitty's bed that evening—or the small package that arrived on Mystique's birthday and drew a small, satisfied smile.