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Bearings by ion_bond (PG)
Fandom: X-MEN MOVIEVERSE
Pairing: Erik/Charles (implied), Scott, Jean
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ion_bond
Author Website: LJ Memories
Why this must be read:
This story takes a look back. There was a time that Erik and Charles were (more than?) friends. They taught students, together, but even then their own private agendas might have been surfacing and interfering.
ion_bond takes this premise and shows us what it might have been like to have been one of those students. Scott Summers, mutant, blind, has to learn to see beyond the masks that people wear and learn that even those you have to trust are sometimes not those you want to trust, or can trust.
This is an excellent prequel to the X-Men Movieverse.ion_bond's writing is sharp and vivid and she really enables her readers to see, or not see, through Scott's eyes as he takes this very educational field trip.
Author's Summary: The Xavier School has a long tradition of educational field trips.
Scott forced himself to stop running and groped his way to a wall. His breath was coming fast, but he felt less nauseous now. He leaned back, his shoulders and both palms pressed against the building front. He could smell garbage and exhaust, and the warm, damp smell of laundry steam being released from a sidewalk-level vent nearby. The rough cement pressed back at his hands through the artificial skin of the leather gloves, and people pushed past him, all going somewhere, knowing where they were going. Scott was lost. He hadn’t kept count of the streets he had darted blindly across. It didn’t matter anyway; he had started out south of the surety of the numbered order uptown. He had no idea where he was. He wondered if Mr. Lehnsherr had arranged for that on purpose all along, but the thought was paranoid, ridiculous.
The first rule, according to Mr. Lehnsherr, was to keep the cane moving at all times. Mr. Lehnsherr acted like he knew everything there was to know about it, but Scott didn’t understand why he would. Scott’s own personal first rule was to keep his ears open.
He listened for Chinese being spoken around him, and didn’t catch any. Great, he was definitely north of Chinatown. That was something. There was no reason for him to run and risk getting hit, making drivers slam on their brakes, endangering people’s safety. No one was after him. All he had to do was find a subway station. Mr. Lehnsherr wouldn’t look for him there. From the subway, Scott could make his way to Grand Central Station and take commuter rail back to Salem Center and tell Professor Xavier everything.
Bearings
Pairing: Erik/Charles (implied), Scott, Jean
Author on LJ:
ion_bondAuthor Website: LJ Memories
Why this must be read:
This story takes a look back. There was a time that Erik and Charles were (more than?) friends. They taught students, together, but even then their own private agendas might have been surfacing and interfering.
ion_bond takes this premise and shows us what it might have been like to have been one of those students. Scott Summers, mutant, blind, has to learn to see beyond the masks that people wear and learn that even those you have to trust are sometimes not those you want to trust, or can trust.This is an excellent prequel to the X-Men Movieverse.
ion_bond's writing is sharp and vivid and she really enables her readers to see, or not see, through Scott's eyes as he takes this very educational field trip.Author's Summary: The Xavier School has a long tradition of educational field trips.
Scott forced himself to stop running and groped his way to a wall. His breath was coming fast, but he felt less nauseous now. He leaned back, his shoulders and both palms pressed against the building front. He could smell garbage and exhaust, and the warm, damp smell of laundry steam being released from a sidewalk-level vent nearby. The rough cement pressed back at his hands through the artificial skin of the leather gloves, and people pushed past him, all going somewhere, knowing where they were going. Scott was lost. He hadn’t kept count of the streets he had darted blindly across. It didn’t matter anyway; he had started out south of the surety of the numbered order uptown. He had no idea where he was. He wondered if Mr. Lehnsherr had arranged for that on purpose all along, but the thought was paranoid, ridiculous.
The first rule, according to Mr. Lehnsherr, was to keep the cane moving at all times. Mr. Lehnsherr acted like he knew everything there was to know about it, but Scott didn’t understand why he would. Scott’s own personal first rule was to keep his ears open.
He listened for Chinese being spoken around him, and didn’t catch any. Great, he was definitely north of Chinatown. That was something. There was no reason for him to run and risk getting hit, making drivers slam on their brakes, endangering people’s safety. No one was after him. All he had to do was find a subway station. Mr. Lehnsherr wouldn’t look for him there. From the subway, Scott could make his way to Grand Central Station and take commuter rail back to Salem Center and tell Professor Xavier everything.
Bearings