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FIC: It's Called E.S.P. (Ch. 2/?) (Psych!/X-Men)
Title: It's Called E.S.P.
Fandom: Psych! and X-men crossover
Prompt: 63 - enamored at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse
Warnings: Spoilers for the X-men movies and some general spoilers for Psych!
Rating: Teen - some language, potential violence
Summary: Shawn claims to be a psychic. Some people believe him.
Disclaimer: None of the lovelies are mine. But I have enjoyed playing with them!
A/N: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostacanthus for the beta! As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Chapter 2
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“Gus, I don’t know how I’m going to find this Mystique woman. I'm figuring it out as I go. Have a little faith.” Shawn leaned back and flipped the page of his magazine.
“You’re in over your head.”
“Come now, Gus. I’ve been a champion swimmer since the third grade.” Shawn replied without looking up, his attention focused on the magazine.
“You nearly drowned in third grade, Shawn!” Gus paused in his flipping through the materials that Bobby had left to stare up at his best friend incredulously. “At Tommy Batton’s birthday party, remember?”
“Of course I remember.” Shawn frowned at the page in the magazine as if it were lying to him. “But after that, my father made me take swim lessons. And because of swim lessons, I made the swim team in high school.”
“You were an alternate.” Gus corrected, looking between the photo of a blue Mystique and the photo of Senator Kelly that the somewhat scary Logan had told them was actually Mystique pretending to be Senator Kelly. “You never even swam in a meet.”
“Yeah, but you’re missing the point. I was on the team.” Shawn looked up to make his point. “And then, that got me a job as a life guard with the Pacific Emerald Cruise Lines, remember?”
Gus stopped flipping between photographs to glare at Shawn. “As a matter of fact, I do remember that job, Shawn. You lost it after six weeks because you kept showing up to work hung over and hitting on the girls.”
Shawn pushed his lips for a second, then shrugged. “I didn’t say it was a hard job.”
Rolling his eyes, Gus tried to pull his attention back to the matter at hand. “Whatever, Shawn. That doesn’t mean that you are capable of fooling actual mutants into thinking that you’re a psychic. And it doesn’t mean that you’ll be able to find this Darkholme woman.”
Shawn waved a hand dismissively. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. This is exactly like every other case we’ve ever had. Only… with mutants.”
For a second, the two friends grinned at each other. “That thing with the frost was really cool,” Gus finally admitted. “But how did you figure everything out?”
“You mean about Bobby?”
“Yeah.”
“Elementary, my dear Gus. Elementary.” Shawn smirked. “I saw him get out of a cab outside… him and his friend. It’s a cab company that works from the airport. His clothes were wrinkled enough that I knew he’d slept in them, plus, mutant or not, he needed a shave. That Logan guy, who is kinda scary, by the way, went around the corner, obviously scoping us out.” Shawn shrugged, thoughtfully. “His accent was clear enough, even though it’s obvious he’s worked on keeping it muted. I think it must have come out stronger because he was so tired.”
“How did you know he was looking for someone?” Gus demanded, impressed despite himself, but determined not to show it.
“Simple. I guessed.” Shawn was staring at the magazine in his hand again.
“What? You guessed?”
“I guessed right,” Shawn pointed out.
“What if you hadn’t guessed right?”
“I dunno.” Shawn looked up. “We wouldn’t have gotten hired?”
The amusement that Gus had felt earlier was quickly melting away. “Maybe we should tell them to find someone else. That Logan guy doesn’t really seem to have much of a sense of humor.”
“What?” Shawn looked astonished. “I take my work seriously.”
Gus snorted, but didn’t contradict his long time best friend, knowing it would just push him into doing something crazy to prove himself right. “Besides,” Shawn continued, dropping down the magazine he was looking at. “I think I have a pretty good idea where to start.”
Gus picked up the magazine and frowned at it. “This is a trade magazine from Central Coast Pharmaceuticals, Inc. What could you possibly have found in there?”
“Remember that business on Alcatraz two months ago?”
“You mean when that crazy Magneto guy ripped up the Golden Gate Bridge and stormed Alcatraz?” Gus demanded sarcastically. “That’s a little hard to forget.”
“Then you remember,” Shawn sat down on the sofa next to Gus close enough that Gus scooted over, “that Worthington Labs were located in Alcatraz.”
“Yeah?” Gus prompted. “And?”
“And,” Shawn drawled, “you know where there second biggest lab is?”
“Here,” Gus answered, the light going on over his head. “It’s in Santa Barbara. You think that has something to do with what Bobby and Logan are looking for?”
“Sort of,” Shawn shook his head exaggeratedly. “I think it has something to do with what Mystique is looking for.” He tapped the magazine. “Flip to page 21.”
Obediently, Gus opened the magazine and looked at a picture with an article on the rebuilding going on at Worthington Labs, complete with a photograph of Worthington II and one of his vice-presidents.
“Notice anything about Mr. Weymouth?” Shawn asked.
Gus stared at the photograph for a long second, noting the casual way that the two men stood, shaking hands as they congratulated each other on something or other in the article. “He seems to be awfully happy for someone whose lab was blown to bits and whose name has been dragged through the mud.” Gus replied.
“Look at his expression, and the way his free hand is holding onto Worthington’s.” Shawn instructed.
“What about it?”
Instead of answering, Shawn pulled out the photograph of Senator Kelly that Bobby had provided. Gus took it and instantly noticed that the Senator was shaking someone’s hand the same way, and that his expression was identical, although it was on the face of a man twenty years older than the Senator.”
“Oh my God, Shawn. You think that’s her?”
Shawn nodded, his expression uncharacteristically sober. “It fits too well to be a coincidence. The expression, the labs…”
“Why would she be in Worthington Labs?” Gus asked.
“That,” Shawn answered, slowly, “I don’t know.” He grinned suddenly. “But we’re going to find out.”
“How?” Shawn’s tone made Gus wary and he looked up cautiously.
“That’s where you come in.” Shawn grinned. “You’re going to get a ticket to that black tie benefit you were telling me about.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because Mr. Weymouth will be there. If he’s not who he looks like, we’ll find out then.”
“We?” Gus demanded.
“Yeah, I’m going as your date.”
“You are not, Shawn!” Gus answered, appalled. “I’m not taking a man as my date.”
“Why not?” Shawn feigned hurt. “I’ve always thought we’d make a lovely couple.”
“No.” Gus stood up. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on.” Shawn pleaded.
“No. Forget it, Shawn. You can’t go.”
“You’ll change your mind.” Shawn predicted.
“I won’t.” Gus grabbed his jacket and walked towards the door. “You got yourself into the mess. You figure it out.”
“I have figured it out!” Shawn yelled at Gus’ retreating back. “The benefit is this weekend. Pick me up at 8! I like carnations!!”
The only answer he got was the slamming of the door and he grinned for a long moment before turning back to the pictures and laying them side by side. His smile faded as he stared at the two photos. He was pretty sure he was right, and he was glad that he’d gotten bored enough to read Gus’ magazine the day before, but he really could not fathom what would have drawn Mystique to Santa Barbara.
He couldn’t ask Gus while Gus was sulking about their impending date. That left one other person that he thought might know, but that person wouldn’t tell him anything. Still, that person had someone that might be able to both get information and could be talked into sharing it.
Reaching into his pocket, Shawn pulled out his cell phone and pressed a few buttons. Holding the receiver to his ear, he grinned when he heard a familiar voice answer. “Jules! I’ve had a vision…”
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“I don’t know what you expect me to do.” Juliet O’Hara slid into the opposite side of a booth in MacNally’s bar.
“I just need some information.” Shawn explained. “I know that there is a problem and it involves Worthington Labs.”
Juliet gave him a scathing look. “You don’t have to be a psychic to know that, Shawn. Everyone in the world knows that Worthington Labs has been nothing but problems since they announced a cure for mutants five months ago.” She dropped her bag and dug out a file. “Not to mention that being attacked by a crazy bunch of mutants is a big clue.”
“Jules, I never expected you to be anti-mutant.” Shawn scolded lightly.
“I’m not anti-mutant. I’m anti-terrorist.” Juliet snapped and Shawn took a serious pause.
“What is it, Jules?”
The blonde detective scowled at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Shawn’s eyebrows drew together and he studied her carefully. “Who do you know that’s’ a mutant?”
She glared at him, her face flushing slightly. “It’s nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“I had a cousin, alright? He’s found out he was a mutant when he was 14. He could make copies of himself.”
“Really?” Shawn struggled to keep his expression neutral. “That seems like it would be useful.”
“It is useful,” Jules answered acidly, “if you want to rob banks and not split your take.”
Shawn made a face. “Oooh.”
“Yeah, oohhh.” Juliet crossed her arms over the folder that she’d set on the table. She sighed. “Sorry. I don’t dislike mutants. I’ve just really only seen evidence of the bad ones.” She looked down at the table and then held up a hand to flag down a passing waiter. “I need a drink.”
After placing her order, she opened the folder. “This is a list of all complaints we’ve had at the Worthington Satellite lab.”
“That’s a big list,” Shawn whistled as she pulled out a thick report.
“Yeah, well,” she dropped the list on the table in front of him, “they haven’t exactly been all that popular with the public. Most of these are simply nuisance calls – protestors, mild vandalism, some scary types loitering.” She eyed him sharply. “But you were right about something else. Four weeks ago, there was a fairly serious break-in and assault. One of the higher ups got attacked after someone hacked the security codes on the door. The attacker got away.”
“Let me guess,” Shawn held up his hands, lightly pressing his fingers into his temples. “I’m seeing a name… Bass… No… Bigmouth Bass… wait… Not Bass… Bigmouth.. Way big mouth… No! Waymouth! Yes! Weymouth!”
Juliet was staring at him in stunned disbelief. “How did you know that?” she hissed, taking her beer from the waiter.
“I told you, I had a vision.”
“I don’t know how you do this.” Juliet flipped through the report and tapped a page near the end. “Here it is. Mr. Weymouth was attacked just outside the security door. He didn’t get a look at his attacker. We never caught anyone.”
“What about security cameras?” Shawn flipped through the report quickly, trying to glean as much helpful information as possible.
“They weren’t working.” Juliet shrugged. “We thought that seemed really weird. Lassiter thought it might have been an inside job.”
“The very most inside of jobs,” Shawn muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Shawn flipped the report shut and gave Juliet his most blinding smile. “I am enamored with you, as always.”
She smiled back, her expression suggesting that she knew he was holding back. “As long as I’m useful, anyway.”
“That and pretty.” Shawn took some money from his wallet. “I’d love to stay…” he paused, looking at her with regret. “You have no idea how much I’d like to stay, actually, but I have to go.”
“Sure,” Jules hid her surprise. “Hey, what are you doing Friday night?”
“I have a date.” Shawn replied without thinking. Seeing Juliet’s expression, Shawn shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just Gus.”
“You’re going on a date with Gus?”
“Yeah!” Shawn grinned and bounced out of the bar before Juliet could react.
For a minute she just stared at the door where he’d left, then she waived down the waiter again. “I’m going to need a second drink.”
Chapter One
Fandom: Psych! and X-men crossover
Prompt: 63 - enamored at
tamingthemuseWarnings: Spoilers for the X-men movies and some general spoilers for Psych!
Rating: Teen - some language, potential violence
Summary: Shawn claims to be a psychic. Some people believe him.
Disclaimer: None of the lovelies are mine. But I have enjoyed playing with them!
A/N: Many thanks to
lostacanthus for the beta! As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.***************
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Chapter 2
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“Gus, I don’t know how I’m going to find this Mystique woman. I'm figuring it out as I go. Have a little faith.” Shawn leaned back and flipped the page of his magazine.
“You’re in over your head.”
“Come now, Gus. I’ve been a champion swimmer since the third grade.” Shawn replied without looking up, his attention focused on the magazine.
“You nearly drowned in third grade, Shawn!” Gus paused in his flipping through the materials that Bobby had left to stare up at his best friend incredulously. “At Tommy Batton’s birthday party, remember?”
“Of course I remember.” Shawn frowned at the page in the magazine as if it were lying to him. “But after that, my father made me take swim lessons. And because of swim lessons, I made the swim team in high school.”
“You were an alternate.” Gus corrected, looking between the photo of a blue Mystique and the photo of Senator Kelly that the somewhat scary Logan had told them was actually Mystique pretending to be Senator Kelly. “You never even swam in a meet.”
“Yeah, but you’re missing the point. I was on the team.” Shawn looked up to make his point. “And then, that got me a job as a life guard with the Pacific Emerald Cruise Lines, remember?”
Gus stopped flipping between photographs to glare at Shawn. “As a matter of fact, I do remember that job, Shawn. You lost it after six weeks because you kept showing up to work hung over and hitting on the girls.”
Shawn pushed his lips for a second, then shrugged. “I didn’t say it was a hard job.”
Rolling his eyes, Gus tried to pull his attention back to the matter at hand. “Whatever, Shawn. That doesn’t mean that you are capable of fooling actual mutants into thinking that you’re a psychic. And it doesn’t mean that you’ll be able to find this Darkholme woman.”
Shawn waved a hand dismissively. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. This is exactly like every other case we’ve ever had. Only… with mutants.”
For a second, the two friends grinned at each other. “That thing with the frost was really cool,” Gus finally admitted. “But how did you figure everything out?”
“You mean about Bobby?”
“Yeah.”
“Elementary, my dear Gus. Elementary.” Shawn smirked. “I saw him get out of a cab outside… him and his friend. It’s a cab company that works from the airport. His clothes were wrinkled enough that I knew he’d slept in them, plus, mutant or not, he needed a shave. That Logan guy, who is kinda scary, by the way, went around the corner, obviously scoping us out.” Shawn shrugged, thoughtfully. “His accent was clear enough, even though it’s obvious he’s worked on keeping it muted. I think it must have come out stronger because he was so tired.”
“How did you know he was looking for someone?” Gus demanded, impressed despite himself, but determined not to show it.
“Simple. I guessed.” Shawn was staring at the magazine in his hand again.
“What? You guessed?”
“I guessed right,” Shawn pointed out.
“What if you hadn’t guessed right?”
“I dunno.” Shawn looked up. “We wouldn’t have gotten hired?”
The amusement that Gus had felt earlier was quickly melting away. “Maybe we should tell them to find someone else. That Logan guy doesn’t really seem to have much of a sense of humor.”
“What?” Shawn looked astonished. “I take my work seriously.”
Gus snorted, but didn’t contradict his long time best friend, knowing it would just push him into doing something crazy to prove himself right. “Besides,” Shawn continued, dropping down the magazine he was looking at. “I think I have a pretty good idea where to start.”
Gus picked up the magazine and frowned at it. “This is a trade magazine from Central Coast Pharmaceuticals, Inc. What could you possibly have found in there?”
“Remember that business on Alcatraz two months ago?”
“You mean when that crazy Magneto guy ripped up the Golden Gate Bridge and stormed Alcatraz?” Gus demanded sarcastically. “That’s a little hard to forget.”
“Then you remember,” Shawn sat down on the sofa next to Gus close enough that Gus scooted over, “that Worthington Labs were located in Alcatraz.”
“Yeah?” Gus prompted. “And?”
“And,” Shawn drawled, “you know where there second biggest lab is?”
“Here,” Gus answered, the light going on over his head. “It’s in Santa Barbara. You think that has something to do with what Bobby and Logan are looking for?”
“Sort of,” Shawn shook his head exaggeratedly. “I think it has something to do with what Mystique is looking for.” He tapped the magazine. “Flip to page 21.”
Obediently, Gus opened the magazine and looked at a picture with an article on the rebuilding going on at Worthington Labs, complete with a photograph of Worthington II and one of his vice-presidents.
“Notice anything about Mr. Weymouth?” Shawn asked.
Gus stared at the photograph for a long second, noting the casual way that the two men stood, shaking hands as they congratulated each other on something or other in the article. “He seems to be awfully happy for someone whose lab was blown to bits and whose name has been dragged through the mud.” Gus replied.
“Look at his expression, and the way his free hand is holding onto Worthington’s.” Shawn instructed.
“What about it?”
Instead of answering, Shawn pulled out the photograph of Senator Kelly that Bobby had provided. Gus took it and instantly noticed that the Senator was shaking someone’s hand the same way, and that his expression was identical, although it was on the face of a man twenty years older than the Senator.”
“Oh my God, Shawn. You think that’s her?”
Shawn nodded, his expression uncharacteristically sober. “It fits too well to be a coincidence. The expression, the labs…”
“Why would she be in Worthington Labs?” Gus asked.
“That,” Shawn answered, slowly, “I don’t know.” He grinned suddenly. “But we’re going to find out.”
“How?” Shawn’s tone made Gus wary and he looked up cautiously.
“That’s where you come in.” Shawn grinned. “You’re going to get a ticket to that black tie benefit you were telling me about.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because Mr. Weymouth will be there. If he’s not who he looks like, we’ll find out then.”
“We?” Gus demanded.
“Yeah, I’m going as your date.”
“You are not, Shawn!” Gus answered, appalled. “I’m not taking a man as my date.”
“Why not?” Shawn feigned hurt. “I’ve always thought we’d make a lovely couple.”
“No.” Gus stood up. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on.” Shawn pleaded.
“No. Forget it, Shawn. You can’t go.”
“You’ll change your mind.” Shawn predicted.
“I won’t.” Gus grabbed his jacket and walked towards the door. “You got yourself into the mess. You figure it out.”
“I have figured it out!” Shawn yelled at Gus’ retreating back. “The benefit is this weekend. Pick me up at 8! I like carnations!!”
The only answer he got was the slamming of the door and he grinned for a long moment before turning back to the pictures and laying them side by side. His smile faded as he stared at the two photos. He was pretty sure he was right, and he was glad that he’d gotten bored enough to read Gus’ magazine the day before, but he really could not fathom what would have drawn Mystique to Santa Barbara.
He couldn’t ask Gus while Gus was sulking about their impending date. That left one other person that he thought might know, but that person wouldn’t tell him anything. Still, that person had someone that might be able to both get information and could be talked into sharing it.
Reaching into his pocket, Shawn pulled out his cell phone and pressed a few buttons. Holding the receiver to his ear, he grinned when he heard a familiar voice answer. “Jules! I’ve had a vision…”
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“I don’t know what you expect me to do.” Juliet O’Hara slid into the opposite side of a booth in MacNally’s bar.
“I just need some information.” Shawn explained. “I know that there is a problem and it involves Worthington Labs.”
Juliet gave him a scathing look. “You don’t have to be a psychic to know that, Shawn. Everyone in the world knows that Worthington Labs has been nothing but problems since they announced a cure for mutants five months ago.” She dropped her bag and dug out a file. “Not to mention that being attacked by a crazy bunch of mutants is a big clue.”
“Jules, I never expected you to be anti-mutant.” Shawn scolded lightly.
“I’m not anti-mutant. I’m anti-terrorist.” Juliet snapped and Shawn took a serious pause.
“What is it, Jules?”
The blonde detective scowled at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Shawn’s eyebrows drew together and he studied her carefully. “Who do you know that’s’ a mutant?”
She glared at him, her face flushing slightly. “It’s nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“I had a cousin, alright? He’s found out he was a mutant when he was 14. He could make copies of himself.”
“Really?” Shawn struggled to keep his expression neutral. “That seems like it would be useful.”
“It is useful,” Jules answered acidly, “if you want to rob banks and not split your take.”
Shawn made a face. “Oooh.”
“Yeah, oohhh.” Juliet crossed her arms over the folder that she’d set on the table. She sighed. “Sorry. I don’t dislike mutants. I’ve just really only seen evidence of the bad ones.” She looked down at the table and then held up a hand to flag down a passing waiter. “I need a drink.”
After placing her order, she opened the folder. “This is a list of all complaints we’ve had at the Worthington Satellite lab.”
“That’s a big list,” Shawn whistled as she pulled out a thick report.
“Yeah, well,” she dropped the list on the table in front of him, “they haven’t exactly been all that popular with the public. Most of these are simply nuisance calls – protestors, mild vandalism, some scary types loitering.” She eyed him sharply. “But you were right about something else. Four weeks ago, there was a fairly serious break-in and assault. One of the higher ups got attacked after someone hacked the security codes on the door. The attacker got away.”
“Let me guess,” Shawn held up his hands, lightly pressing his fingers into his temples. “I’m seeing a name… Bass… No… Bigmouth Bass… wait… Not Bass… Bigmouth.. Way big mouth… No! Waymouth! Yes! Weymouth!”
Juliet was staring at him in stunned disbelief. “How did you know that?” she hissed, taking her beer from the waiter.
“I told you, I had a vision.”
“I don’t know how you do this.” Juliet flipped through the report and tapped a page near the end. “Here it is. Mr. Weymouth was attacked just outside the security door. He didn’t get a look at his attacker. We never caught anyone.”
“What about security cameras?” Shawn flipped through the report quickly, trying to glean as much helpful information as possible.
“They weren’t working.” Juliet shrugged. “We thought that seemed really weird. Lassiter thought it might have been an inside job.”
“The very most inside of jobs,” Shawn muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Shawn flipped the report shut and gave Juliet his most blinding smile. “I am enamored with you, as always.”
She smiled back, her expression suggesting that she knew he was holding back. “As long as I’m useful, anyway.”
“That and pretty.” Shawn took some money from his wallet. “I’d love to stay…” he paused, looking at her with regret. “You have no idea how much I’d like to stay, actually, but I have to go.”
“Sure,” Jules hid her surprise. “Hey, what are you doing Friday night?”
“I have a date.” Shawn replied without thinking. Seeing Juliet’s expression, Shawn shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just Gus.”
“You’re going on a date with Gus?”
“Yeah!” Shawn grinned and bounced out of the bar before Juliet could react.
For a minute she just stared at the door where he’d left, then she waived down the waiter again. “I’m going to need a second drink.”
Chapter One
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“What? You guessed?”
“I guessed right,” Shawn pointed out.
even though he knows exactly what Shawn is like.
As always, your way with dialogue, particularly, makes this a pleasure to read.
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I'm also glad you liked the dialogue! I was nervous that I might not have captured Gus and Shawn this time, since they're talking about something serious for a change.
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I wonder what they'll think when they find out he's not psychic - I wonder if they'll even find out!
This part made me crack up:
“I have figured it out!” Shawn yelled at Gus’ retreating back. “The benefit is this weekend. Pick me up at 8! I like carnations!!”
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Hehehehe, it does make one wonder. *grins*
Thanks! I'm really glad you liked it! I'm super glad you found it funny. Humor really isn't my strong suit, so I'm working on that.
*bounces*
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“Yeah!” Shawn grinned and bounced out of the bar before Juliet could react.
For a minute she just stared at the door where he’d left, then she waived down the waiter again. “I’m going to need a second drink.” *giggles*
This was made of awesome. You kept it light throughout and captured their voices very well without getting lost in the dialogue. Very nice.
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I'm really working to keep this story more in the vein of Psych (funny) than in X-men (more angsty), although I imagine the tone will change slightly depending on what is happening.
I really appreciate the comment on the dialogue! I was afraid it got a bit heavy in this section.
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I don't know anything about X-men, but I'm dying to find out what happens next! You make this crossover work beautifully.
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And the X-Men movies are great! I highly recommend. :)
Thanks again!
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But, I'm really glad you're enjoying this anyway!
Yeah, Shawn doesn't really seem to have much of an appreciation for Mystique yet. Still, he's pretty intuitive. ;)
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*bows*
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im a bit confused though.
you're describing the events of the third movie, but in that one Mystique gets 'cured', therefore she can no longer transform into anyone
is that still valid or are you ignoring that?
i mean, i'd understand if she wants it reserved, but it seems odd that Bobby doesn't know what happened to her.
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One small nit-pick -- “And,” Shawn drawled, “you know where there second biggest lab is?” -- it should be 'their' instead.
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Very intriguing, well done!
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I loved the line about Logan being scary. Yeah, Shawn, I'd watch out for him. I see him appreciating your humor even less than Henry.
Off to read more!