Rory and Freya's Room

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

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Freya was angry. Actually, that was an understatement. Freya probably would have destroyed everything in sight if it weren't for the fact that she didn't want to be blamed for more deaths.

She paced the hall outside her's and Rory's room like an agitated big cat, figuratively baring her fangs at everyone who dared come near the corridor. Finally, a brave soul among the X-men dared to enter her hall, sweat beading on his brow from both nerves and heat. The whole hall was so hot, it would be dangerous for any normal person to stay in the corridor for more then a few minutes. Hearing him kindly (and nervously) ask that she go into her own room, she fixed him with probably the dirtiest look anyone had ever seen her give. After giving him a death glare that just might have caused actual death, she obliged, slamming the door so loud the sound was heard all the way down on the main floor! Door closed, she locked it. She didn't want one of the infuriating X-men coming to scold her like a child again. Not to mention... She hadn't seen Rory since the incident, and it made her think he believe she'd done it..

She didn't lower the temperature in the hall, no, she wasn't going to be that kind. She'd make everyone suffer her wrath. Of course, she wasn't keeping it elevated anymore, so it'd slowly lower over time....

Freya didn't know where Rory was. She didn't even care at this moment. She was so angry. She did not set that block on fire! She did not kill all those innocent people. And NO ONE BELIEVED HER! She didn't even know if Rory would believe her, considering he believed she was just as violent as everyone believed. Okay, so she was violent, but setting a block full of innocent people on fire?!

Muttering far to many french curses under her breath (You REALLY didn't want to know what they were either, they were bad enough to even shock a Sailor!), she began pacing the length of her's and Rory's room, the temperature rising higher with each passing moment.

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[Rory Ashe]

Silence. It was a rare thing to find in the world anymore, and for many it was cherished above all other things. Rory was one of those people, while his favorite place to be was in the middle of chaos and death, a battle, sometimes it was the more quiet moments in life that meant more to him. Times like when he was with Freya, he always seemed more relaxed then, amazing considering the woman had been his enemy only weeks earlier. Much of his memory was coming back, but much more was still nothing but a fog to him.

Slowly Rory leaned forward in his chair, rubbing his head. Only a few moments ago he had been asked to become a permanent member of the X-Men, and more than that, a mentor to a few students. It was a big decision, especially considering Rory had never been a member of a group his entire life (which was a long one). He had always been something of a lone wolf, but the fact that he liked Freya being with him was proving that to be a little incorrect. Either way he had been sitting in the danger room observatory ever since Professor Xavier asked him to be a mentor. It was a quiet place, allowing him to think. In the corner of the observatory though, was a small TV he had turned on earlier, but hadn't really been watching.

Suddenly what had once been just noise in the background came blaring to the foreground as the sudden change to news caught his attention.

"And here is the scene before us where only moments ago a fight broke out at a Human Enthusiasts Rally. As you can see, there are many people that have been wounded or killed, several buildings have been destroyed, and most of the block at which it was held has been completely burned and demolished when a gas line was blown up earlier today.

Eye witness reports claim that the Freya Elensar, of the world famous Elensar family, intentionally blew up the block in an attempt to kill another mutant as well as all those that were still fighting against her." A picture of Freya appeared at the top right corner of the tv, as the camera showed utter destruction in New York. Needless to say, the small tv set had Rory's complete attention now.

There was no telling how long Rory continued to watch the news, completely glued to the show, obviously the battle was already over so there was no point in him going out there. Instead, his mind raced, wondering if Freya was ok, where she was, and... if she really killed all those people.

Suddenly, the door to the observatory burst open. Rory instinctively jumped out of his chair, kicking it behind him towards the door and toward his potential attacker. After hearing a 'thud' and fall to the ground, he spun on his heel to see... a small boy laying on the ground. Rory forced himself to calm down, unless the Agency was now sending small boys to kill him, it was no doubt one of the students. Letting out a sigh, he stepped forward and pulled the chair off of the child and helped him to his feet.

"What do ye want boy-o?" Rory asked a little more aggressively than he should have, but what could he say, he hated surprises.

"S-s-sorry... I-It's Freya... She's been back for a while now, and she's about so set the mansion on fire... No one can talk to her..." The boy said somewhat shakily. Though if Rory wasn't mistaken, the boy sounded more afraid of what Freya was doing than the fact that Rory had just attacked him. Without asking where she was, or saying another word, he tore off down the hall, knowing exactly where Freya had most likely locked herself away...

After a few moments he was standing outside he and Freya's door. The corridor was so hot that sweat was running down Rory's brow and his shirt was already wet... Wow... She was pissed. Rory hadn't seen her this mad since... well... since he said that he was betting on Tari to beat Freya in a fight...

"Freya... Freya, alainn, ye in there?" Rory pounded on the door, the wood was hot to the touch... Oh how he wished he was wearing his suit right now...

Slowly he reached down and tried to turn the door handle, it was locked and the metal immediately seared his skin. He jerked his hand away, shaking it. Swear words flew out of Rory's mouth fast and furious in Gaelic, and very loudly, everyone in the building probably knew he burnt his hand by now.

"Freya... Open this door, er I swear lass... I'll break it down..." If Freya knew anything about Rory it was that a door would not stop him, and Rory was going to try this diplomatically before he took his usual tactic... That is "Destroy everything, destroy some more, and then ask questions". He knew Freya knew that tactic because she often used it as well... It was one of the more attractive things about her to Rory.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya wanted to murder the person that was framing her. She wanted to kill them, and take their dead body to the Senate and force them to formally apologize for accusing her of setting the block on fire. She wanted to torture the person until they went insane. If she ever got her hands on him….

Her attempts to leave the room ‘mostly’ untouched were failing, just from the sheer heat she was giving off. Everything she touched burned. The inside of the door already had several scorch marks.

Oh the things the news was probably saying about her. Of course they were announcing to the whole world that she was a mass murderer, so intent on killing her targets that she didn’t care who got in her way. That she was a menace that needed to be stopped. That she should be locked away with one of those power restricting collars. If the world believed what the American news was telling them… Even France wouldn’t protect her as long as she was in the States.

Freya had finally settled down. Physically, not mentally. She sat on the floor, back against the wall, head in her hands. If anyone saw her, they’d think she might be crying or having a mental breakdown. Not only was just angry, she was upset. She’d done so much for the X-men, and none of them believed her! Everyone, mutant and human, thought she was to blame.

The pounding on the door made her jump. What the hell? Who would… oh…. There he was. She stared at the door for a few moment, her cursing silenced. After a few moments though, she bowed her head, her hair hiding her face. She didn’t want to face him. She’d locked the door just so he couldn’t get in after all! ”Go away…” She whispered, muttering to herself. He might hear her, with that freakish hearing of his, but it wasn’t intentional. If he didn’t hear her, he’d know she was ignoring him.

His threat to break the door down though… Wasn’t exactly something she could ignore. She looked up, fixing the door with that same death glare from before. ”Don’t. you. DARE.” She was silent for a moment, bowing her head once again, the temperature raising a little more. She wasn’t in control at the moment, her power reacting to her distress. ”Just leave me alone.”

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[Rory Ashe]

Sweat was running down a little bit more on Rory, which by itself was impressive because it took a large amount of heat to. Had a normal person been standing in front of that door, they likely would have passed out by now. In all liklihood, he was the ONLY one who literally could stand to talk to Freya right now. As such, he leaned closer to the door as he heard Freya speak from the other side. She didn't sound angry at him, she sounded incredibly... upset? Almost sad even. It was obvious she was trying desperately to hide it, but he could still hear the sorrow in her voice, mixed with anger. Rory had never heard anything like that in her voice before, this was serious.

Rory took a step back, staring at the door. The doors were a good three to four inches thick, sure he could break it down without a problem but he'd probably do more injury to himself without his suit on. His power had few limits, but his body had plenty. Slowly he glanced up and down the hall, there was nothing he could use... It looked like there was only one way in that room.

He took a step forward, let out a sigh, then grabbed the door handle. It was hotter than it was only moments again, and his skin sizzled loudly against the hot steel. Rory gripped the door handle tighter, and tighter, the metal began to buckle and crush under the force of his grip. Then he began to turn it, against the lock even. There was a slight groaning noise, then a loud snap as if metal had been broken against metal. On the other side of the door, the door handle fell off and hit the ground, and the door slowly swung open; revealing Rory standing in the door way with a door handle in has hand.

The crushed and twisted door handle fell to the ground as Rory let go of it, smoke rising from his hand from being so badly burned. Rory was far to accustomed to pain to let it get to him though, instead he was focused on Freya on the far side of the room. Slowly and calmly he took a step inside, closing the broken door behind him; which, without door handles now, it became permanently locked. Rory didn't want anyone to come into this room and get hurt by whatever happened.

Inside it was like being in a convection oven, heat waves were actually visible in the dark room. However, Rory simply stood there, staring at Freya huddled up on the ground. It almost hurt him to see her like this, but he had to be sure first...

"I'm going to ask ye somethin before I say or do anythin else.... I want ye to be very clear in yer answer... Look at me." Rory said, giving her a moment to look at him, "Did ye do it?" Rory asked, kneeling down on one knee and leaning toward her, listening and Rory had an unnatural gift at being able to read people, and while he didn't believe Freya did it, he wanted to hear what she said first...

(Blegh sorry, sucky post again but there you go, hope you're happy ^ ^)

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

There was silence for several minutes. A part of Freya believed he’d actually listened and left. But no, this was Rory. He was just as stubborn as she was. Maybe though… Maybe the heat would chase him off. Unlikely, but she could hope, right?

She twitched when she heard the door handle clatter to the ground. Her eyes narrowed as she slowly looked up, right when the door opened. And there he was, just standing there. It irritated her, the woman thinking he was taunting her, asking if she’d really just tried to lock him out. Any other day, she might have found it funny, wondering herself why she’d thought it might work. Right now though… She really wasn’t in the mood. Thankfully, Rory was smarter than that, and she managed to convince herself she was just looking for reasons to stay mad.

Freya would only look at him for a few moments, before forcing herself to look away, gaze downward. Her mood worsened a little. She couldn’t face him, not now...

She hated it. She was violent, and short tempered. She’d been called a killer before. So why… Why did this affect her so much? Why couldn’t she shrug it off like all the other times she’d done something that wouldn’t be called honorable?

Obviously though, Rory wasn’t going to let her ignore him. In no mood to argue, she reluctantly looked back at him, forcing her expression to stay as unreadable as she could. Even so, she was upset, and no matter how hard she tried, she knew she couldn’t hide it. ”I didn’t.”

((>.< Mine is sucky to. Oh well. ))

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[Rory Ashe]

While Rory's powers gave him abilities far beyond that of any human, it wasn't his powers alone that made him so lethal. No, what made him so effective in what he did was a certain skill he had picked up over decades of hunting people down as well as having it honed in the agency. That skill was the art of reading people, much like a book. Every single person, no matter who they were, gave away signs in their speech, movements, anything they did. These signs could be read to learn their patterns, how they thought, how they acted, or even what they were thinking, whether they were lying or telling the truth, any number of things. Rory used this to find weaknesses in people and to learn how to effectively kill anything and anyone.

However, those skills were being put to a much different use as he knelt down in front of Freya. He was trying to tell if she really killed all those innocent people or not. Though, to be honest Rory really didn't care about the fact that they were "innocent", all of them were those bastards from "Friends of Humanity" so in his book they deserved to die.

The problem was that if she really did kill all those people, it was no doubt going to be a burden on her, and whether or not she did it the entire free world was going to be coming for her like a bat out of hell. Needless to say he was listening and watching intently as she spoke.

From the sorrow in her voice to the attempt at looking calm, but really showing how upset she was, it was obvious she was telling the truth. Slowly Rory reached up and placed his left hand on her cheek (his left because his right hand was still burnt to a crisp). Her skin was almost as hot as that door handle, but wasn't quite burning him, it was only hot to the touch. He didn't shy his hand away from her though, leaving it on her cheek.

"I believe ye." He said as he moved forward and then turned and leaned back against the wall beside her. Without saying a word he put his arm around her neck and pulled her towards him into a comforting, one armed, embrace. He gave her a slight kiss on her forehead before speaking again, "I knew the news was lyin' as soon as I turned I heard ih alainn... But if ye didn't blow up tha' gas line, love... Who did?" Rory spoke calmly, and comfortingly, honestly wanting to know what really happened.

He had only known this woman for a few weeks, but strangely it felt as though he'd known her for years almost. As much as he tried to distance his emotions from her, he couldn't help but like her. In fact, the more he fought it, the more he fell for her. It was like quicksand. Only, quicksand just killed you, love gave you a weakness big enough that anyone with half a brain could use it against you. Strangely... He was ok with that, for now at least.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

If Freya knew he was even considering that she'd done it.... She would have roasted him on the spot, not even letting him in the room. Of course, she didn't like killing Rory, or even considering it, but when she was this upset... She wouldn't even hesitate. It helped he'd come back after... And would probably spend weeks trying to get on her good side again. The woman was always mad at Rory for something, but he always managed to calm her down. This time though... Even his Irish charm wouldn't have been enough.

Freya was silent as Rory took a seat next to her, forcing her into his embrace. Her nerves were completely shot at the moment, as you could tell, to the point where even Rory would have his work cut out for him. At least she'd settled down some, enough that she wasn't cursing and trying to cook everyone in sight. That was progress....

Until, of course, he brought up who had really done it.

Freya twitched in his embrace. She jerked away from him, on her feet once more as she started pacing... Again. She was speaking rapidly in French, so fast even a native speaker would be scratching their head trying to figure out what she was saying. What Rory would know, was more then half of what she said was curses. Finally... She stopped everything. Stopped moving, stopped speaking, just... Stopped.

Finally though, she looked at Rory. "If I knew who did it, I wouldn't be here right now." Before now, she'd actually forgotten she was speaking French, since she always resorted to her native tongue when she was angry. Thankfully though, she'd realized it right at the end, hence why she'd switched back to English, for Rory's sake. Now, whether he needed it or not... She didn't know. He'd heard her speak French hundreds of times now, but never hinted at speaking the language himself.

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[Rory Ashe]

Calmly and patiently, Rory simply watched as Freya jerked away from him, jumped to her feet and began pacing. She was talking so fast that it took Rory a moment to realize she was even speaking French. Even if she had been speaking English it would have sounded like gibberish with how fast she was talking. In fact, she was talking so fast he was only able to make out a word here and there, though made no motion as if he understood how much she said. Really he wasn't sure if Freya knew he could speak any other language besides English and Gaelic, she had never asked after all. Either way, it didn't take an idiot to see how upset she was.

When she finally did speak in English, Rory still made no motion and his face remained featureless for a several minutes. It was obvious he was deep in thought. If only Freya knew just how deep in thought he was, and just what he was thinking about, she probably wouldn't like it. His mind was turning to darker and darker things, formulating a plan that had been in his mind for months now. A plan that had needed a catalyst to start it. An opportunity to bring to pass a series of events that had been carefully and meticulously planned out by Rory... An opportunity like this...

Slowly Rory looked up from the ground, his eyes traveling up Freya; oh how amazingly gorgeous she was when she was this pissed off. Of course, it did hurt to see her this upset, he couldn't help but still be attracted to her. After several minutes of silence Rory stood up and slowly walked toward Freya, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him whether she wanted to or not. He wanted her to pay careful attention to what he said next.

"Wha' if.... I told ye tha' I coul'... Find the person tha' did this?" Rory knew that would pique Freya's interest. A small smark slowly touched the corner of Rory's mouth. Though, it wasn't like the usual smirk that graced his lips, it almost looked... diabolical? That was perhaps the best way to describe it. Rory had a plan, a dark plan and Rory with a plan was a dangerous thing...

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya was fuming again. Bringing up the person who’d really set the block on fire had been like adding oil to the fire. By some miracle though, the temperature didn’t change in the room, because any hotter and Rory wouldn’t survive. No, her thoughts were too preoccupied with plans for revenge.

She wouldn’t kill the person. No, death was far too good for him or her. She would make them suffer. Beg for death but never give it to them. And when they were finally on deaths door, she’d personally take them to the President of this country, and make him formally apologize to her.

While she was contemplating ways to actually torture the person, Rory seemed to have come to some sort of conclusion. Before she could even pull herself from her own thoughts, he had her tightly in his arms, obviously expecting her to try and escape. He was right, the French woman trying to step out of his arms before he got a firm enough hold of her. She completely and totally failed. Foiled, she fumed in his arms, obviously not happy with him now.

Hearing what he said though…. The growing rage towards him was put on hold. She would have questioned how he’d do that, but that smirk… He was serious? She was suddenly calm, unusually calm. ”I’d say bring them to me.”

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[Rory Ashe]

It was becoming more and more obvious how upset freya really was about this, as the more they talked the more she let her emotional guard down to show what she was really thinking about it all. When Rory grabbed her, she almost immediately tried to pull away, probably to continue pacing or ranting. Which was exactly why Rory held onto her more firmly, not only to hold her close to him, but to help calm her down so that she'd listen to him.

When she saw how serious he was about capturing the person who did blow up that gas line, she almost immediately relaxed in his arms and an eery sort of calm set over her. Rory could see the hatred in her eyes, the burning desire to do more than kill, the darkness that he himself had in his own eyes and to be honest... It turned him on in a way.

"I can do more than tha', alainn." Rory spoke quietly and calmly as he pulled Freya closer to him, leaning in toward her. Her skin burned to the touch, but pain was something that Rory was so used to that in a way, he sort of liked it.

"No one has ever escaped once I started me hunt for 'em." Rory was now almost whispering, giving Freya a soft kiss on her neck. "Does tha' satisfy ye, love?"

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Rory knew Freya to well. He knew every move she’d make before she even considered it. It was frustrating, to say the least, but luck was on Rory’s side. She was far too upset about everything else she seemed to fail to realize how predictable she was being. Well… Predictable to Rory.

And now he was trying to seduce her. Well, if anything could calm her down, it’d be that. Well…. Maybe not calm her down…. Just redirect her frustration and anger. Sadly, this was actually one of the only ways to force her to settle down. So if Rory wasn’t actually around at the time…. Well, it was unlikely she’d get over it. Still, the fact that Rory had figured out how to seduce Freya in the short time he’d been back was quite the accomplishment. Ninety percent of the time, she was the one seducing him. Looks like the tables were turning…

”Why does it sound like you’re referring to me there…?” Dammit, she didn’t want to be seduced right now! So why did he have to do this every single time she was frustrated?! It only proved her theory. Always the same way. Her angry, him seducing her so she couldn’t stay angry, and then making it up to her.

Damn him and his seduction....

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[Rory Ashe]

To say that Rory had "figured" Freya out in such a short time would be a little bit of an understatement. Rory was what one could easily call a predator, he was a hunter to put it in the most simple terms. Like any skilled hunter he did not just 'kill' his prey, he stalked them, tracked them, learned their motives, their patterns, what they liked, what they hated, and did it all in a very short amount of time. Often times Rory acted far more clueless than he really was, Freya probably knew that to an extent, but he doubted she knew just how much he feigned ignorance...

Rory couldn't help but smirk at what Freya said, so she had caught the subtle hints? Well, perhaps they weren't as subtle as he intended, either way she was going along with it all very well. Rory didn't speak for a moment, instead wrapping both his arms around Freya's waist and pulling her tighter toward him; kissing her neck a little bit more.

"We hear wha' we wanna hear lass." Rory spoke softly and relaxingly into her ear before softly kissing her neck again. One of his hands run under her shirt slightly, touching the skin on the small of her back; it burnt to the touch, but didn't stop Rory. "But perhaps ye are being..." he kissed her neck softly again, "...Hunted."

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Oh, Freya knew he was smarter then he let people know. After being with him for so long, how couldn’t she? He might not have all his memories, but some things never changed. She didn’t mind though. It wasn’t like his feigned ignorance was hurting anyone. Not to mention, it was interesting to see just what he did observe when he finally spoke up about it.

She let out a content sigh as he started to kiss her neck. He’d found her weakness for the small act their first time together, and was determined to exploit it whenever he got the chance. It always left her dizzy and light headed, even now, when she was trying desperately to hang on to her rage. She leaned into his embrace, shivering slightly when she felt his much colder fingers touch her skin.

”I don’t mind…. Being hunted.” It took quite a bit of effort to make herself speak, considering she rarely could at these moments. ”As long as… You’re the one…. Doing the hunting …” Why did he have to do this right now..? Why couldn’t he let her stay mad….

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[Rory Ashe]

It was interesting how quickly her mood had changed, from being so mad she was about to blow up the school one moment. To being sexy, seductive, and relaxed the next. She had done a complete and total one-eighty, and deep inside Rory almost appaluaded himself for causing that. He knew it wasn't just because of his touch, a large part of it was probably because he eased her fears by telling her he was going to find the person who blew up that street. If only she knew what he really meant by it...

The more she leaned into his touch, the more he in fact touched her. He slid his hand up her back, under her shirt, letting it run across her skin. He had to let to stop moving it occasionally as the combination of her literally hot body mixed with friction was almost too much to bear, especially considering his right hand was already blistering from touching the door handle earlier.

As she spoke, Rory continued to kiss down her neck, knowing how hard it was making it for her to talk. The moment she ended, he turned around, and gently pushed her back onto the bed; laying on top of her he moved his position of kissing from her neck, to her lips. "Well consider yer self..." He said between kisses, sliding his hands down to the edge of her shirt, and began pushing it up, "Prey."

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya had always been one for mood swings. It was sometimes so extreme that it could make you feel like you’d get whiplash. Rory was a constant victim in those cases, but he was usually the cause of the mood swings… Like now for example. He should be used to it by now, but apparently even he could still be taken by surprise.

It took her a moments to really be aware of the potential danger he was in. That he literally couldn’t handle this sort of heat for long periods. And, thankfully, with her calming nerves, it seemed the heat was dropping a little. At least it would be tolerable from now on. Maybe not comfortably…. But he wouldn’t burn himself.

Freya didn’t fight him as he pushed her onto their bed. She couldn’t even if she wanted to, the woman dizzy from his kisses. When he moved to kiss her lips though, she seemed to come out of it. At least enough to enjoy each and every one. Sighing into his kisses, she relaxed under his touch. Finally, she kissed him back, ten times rougher then he was kissing her, but considering her previous mood… You couldn’t really blame her. He had her stomach uncovered when she reached between them, catching his right hand so she could see just how much damage it’d taken getting into the room. ”I’m sorry…” She was careful, softly kissing his hand before moving back to his lips.

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