STORY SUMMARY: He made her flesh and blood, a woman.

DISCLAIMERS: All characters and organizations (with the exception of small, mostly unnamed minor characters) throughout the story arc are the product of Marvel.

CANONICAL NOTES: This story arc accepts X1, X2, and X3 as canon. All other sources of canon are ignored or modified as desired.

LANGUAGE AND ACCENTS: Cajun French is courtesy of Heavenmetal (many thanks). I will attempt to reproduce accents in this story arc.


- 1a -

Story Summary: She wanted off the pedestal. Romy drabbles.

Canonical Notes: Post X3.

Author's Note: Don't ask. Let's just say Moments is doing whatever it's doing, and I still wanted to write drabbles. I asked the muse and this was the reply.

First Touch

He'd never meant to touch her. Girl on a pedestal, burn you if you dare come hither, everybody warned him no. He didn't mean to, hadn't tried, but that didn't mean a thing.

She drew back, flinching like he'd hurt her. Those green eyes went wide and glittering and what had started out as a friendly conversation between the new team member (him) and his new training partner (her) ended abruptly with an abandoned mug of coffee, still steaming where she dropped it, a chip of its porcelain bottom broken on the floor, and a migraine roaring in his skull.