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CoH Fic: Aftermath, Part Two

Title: Aftermath, Part One
Word count: 988
Warnings: Some innuendo
Fandom: City of Heroes/Sunday 9s
Characters: Ray "Heat Lightning" Jeffries & family, Jamie & family, Winged Vixen, Boneshatter, Lektronic

Timeline: Takes place after "And the Verdict Is...".

If you've read the previous fics, you know who these people are and what's going on. If you haven't, you might want to go read them first, 'cause this will make lots more sense after you read the other ones. Check the Memories section, under "CoH Fiction" in my LJ info.

Copyrights 'n stuff: The City of Heroes universe is copyright Cryptic Studios/NCSoft. The individual characters of the Sunday 9s were created by their players. I created Heat Lightning, Boneshatter, most of the NPCs, the shard and all of the Aligned and their concepts.

This is shorter than I intended, but at least I'm posting something! Comments welcome, as always.

Aftermath, Part Two

"...And we hadn't even seriously thought about getting married until everyone showed up at once," Ray finished. "I mean, we're just dating right now. That's all it's been. We met back in December on a blind date and started going out, and, well, that's all."

At the moment, here in his office, Ray's audience consisted of his parents. Jamie was talking to hers in one of the other rooms. Ray was, to the best of his knowledge, the only person who seriously used his office as an office. Lapis had one, but hadn't even known it until Ray mentioned it a short while ago. Jamie had originally aimed for the third, unoccupied office to talk to her parents, but Lektronic had made a strangled sort of "Hn-nn!" noise and Ray quickly intervened, finding a different room for the Najjars to discuss things in.

"Well, I'll admit we overreacted a bit," Alan Jeffries said. "But your grandparents fought hard against anti-mutant prejudice, Ray. I remember it all too well."

"Yes, yes, Dad, I know," Ray interrupted, hoping to avoid the verbal flashback. As the elder Jeffries got older, it seemed he became much more prone to repeating the old stories in the family, and Ray much preferred only hearing them once or twice a year.

"We all remember it," Ramona Jeffries said at about the same time, lightly touching her husband's arm. "Ray, if you're dating someone, that's fine. That's wonderful. It just surprised us to see that you were hurt and then to hear that sort of talk."

"Mom, you guys insulted them, too."

"Well, we do want our children to be happy, and my concern is that you might have difficulty together if her family is so... hostile to people like us."

"It's not because she's not a mutant?" Ray asked, trying to keep wariness out of his voice and not sure if he was succeeding.

His mother sighed. "Ray, if she's not a mutant, that's fine. You know that magic is what we disapprove of most, in terms of the bloodline, and it doesn't appear that she's of magical heritage. Now, you say you're not interested in anything more serious at this time, so it's hardly something we need to worry about, is it?" She smiled at him.

"I guess not." Ray smiled back. He hoped this was it, because he really wanted to get a shower and some sleep. There was still so much to do, and he hoped everyone else was capable of doing it on their own for a while. He wondered how Jamie was doing.

~ ~ ~

(translated from Lebanese)

"He's probably incapable of even having children, but if he did they'd be green-haired monstrosities! Jamila, are you out of your mind?"

"Dad, he's perfectly fine, just a little different from us. You don't even know him!"

"She's right, husband. But Jamie, it is more than 'a little different.' He's very different from us. What is the attraction?"

Jamie knew what she should say. But at that moment her inner common sense threw caution to the wind and said instead, "He likes to cook and he's good in the sack."

The verbal and visual outrage from her parents was entertaining, though Jamie knew she was already paying the price for her words.

~ ~ ~

Work my fingers to the bone getting the place ready and all anyone notices are the damn donuts - Lektronic fumed quietly to himself as most of the strike team hit the showers, Doc and Flames tried to give a report to Lapis about the interrogation, and Lapis tried to find out from Epsilon and Pyro why they'd let the Crey go. Ep and Pyro were very tight-lipped about the whole thing, from what Lek could see, and Lapis was getting frustrated over it.

Then he saw Vixen and Boneshatter walking together into the highbay. Hey, so is he still one of us, or not, or what? Lek decided to find out.

~ ~ ~

"I slept up there?" Eric looked up at the top of the rack. It looked perilously close to the ceiling, and by extension, awfully far away from the ground.

"You did," Vix agreed. "Don't know why, but... well, maybe it was because you liked to be alone."

Eric stared upward for another moment, then began to climb the rack before remembering he could fly. Vixen teleported up about the same time he reached the top.

It was a bit messy up here, but given recent events, Eric supposed he shouldn't be surprised. There was a pillow and some kind of futon or mattress thingy, and a blanket that was attached to the perforated metal of the rack by zip-ties along one edge. A shoebox full of personal effects. Evidently he'd been a man of few possessions in the recent past. He poked through the shoebox's contents; nothing jogged any memories.

"Didn't I fall down?" he asked.

Vixen shrugged. "If you did, we never heard about it. Of course, you can regenerate, so you would've healed up quickly if you did fall off."

"Ah." He still wasn't sure he wanted to sleep up here. "Maybe there's a room somewhere else, or a cubicle or something, closer to the ground."

"There probably is," Vixen agreed.

"Hey," said a voice from behind Eric. Fortunately, he was down on one knee when it happened, so he only started a little, and not nearly enough to fall off the rack. He turned to look, and saw, hovering just beyond the rack, a traditionally-garbed superhero with lightning bolts all over his outfit, and a wild mane of whitish hair somewhat reminiscent of the Heat Lightning guy's. Except, of course, this hair was white.

"Hey," Eric replied, unsure of what else he could say.

"So, are you with us now, or a prisoner, or what?" the other hero said.

After a pause, Eric said, "I'm not sure."
Tags: fiction: city of heroes/villains, heat lightning, sunday 9s
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