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crossoverficTitle: Mortal Enemies We Are
Author: rosie1234
Fandom: Heroes/X-Men
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Elle/Wolverine, Sylar
Characters: Elle Bishop, Wolverine, Sylar
Spoilers: Season Three
Notes: Marry Christmas! :) Warning: Filled with lots of crack.
For: restlessme
Summary : “Did you have to cut his head off (and you didn't even cut it all the way off) or did you just want to?”
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Did you have to cut his head off (and you didn't even cut it all the way off) or did you just want to?”
“A little bit of both, kiddo.”
-
Every time we see each other (which comes sooner then either of wishes it to) a new name for the big monster comes from me 'hairy' 'beast' and many more just like that.
But he only has one for me, one that he knows gets under my pink childish skin every time he growls it out, ' kiddo'
(because as everyone in the world should know, I'm not child, no 'kiddo'. I'm twenty-five goddammit!)
“Sweet-cheeks, if you say your age one more goddamn time I'll call you something even worse, got it?”
“Fine, big-foot.”
-
It was a act (one that never seemed to end, even with hundreds of miles between us) that became more then we thought it would.
(which meant that we didn't hate each other like Tom and Jerry anymore)
How did we know the moment that we became a step up from mortal enemies you ask?
The moment he decided that my life (which needed a whole lot of saving this year alone) was worth saving.
The man (if he's even a man at all) that shell remain name-less for the rest of my life (which looks like it will be a very short one) was about put two fingers up and rip me apart starting with the brain, but then cue my hero.
(the last person in the world who should be saving me, Wolfy and his X-Men)
“Need a hand, kiddo?”
-
“I still hate you, every last part of you isn't worth not hating, got it? (hairy, Mchairy!)”
Even at that one place in time, it didn't seem so but I was thankful to my savior, but there was no way in hell I was going to say it out loud.
“I'll take that as a thank you, Bishop.”
Author: rosie1234
Fandom: Heroes/X-Men
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Elle/Wolverine, Sylar
Characters: Elle Bishop, Wolverine, Sylar
Spoilers: Season Three
Notes: Marry Christmas! :) Warning: Filled with lots of crack.
For: restlessme
Summary : “Did you have to cut his head off (and you didn't even cut it all the way off) or did you just want to?”
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Did you have to cut his head off (and you didn't even cut it all the way off) or did you just want to?”
“A little bit of both, kiddo.”
-
Every time we see each other (which comes sooner then either of wishes it to) a new name for the big monster comes from me 'hairy' 'beast' and many more just like that.
But he only has one for me, one that he knows gets under my pink childish skin every time he growls it out, ' kiddo'
(because as everyone in the world should know, I'm not child, no 'kiddo'. I'm twenty-five goddammit!)
“Sweet-cheeks, if you say your age one more goddamn time I'll call you something even worse, got it?”
“Fine, big-foot.”
-
It was a act (one that never seemed to end, even with hundreds of miles between us) that became more then we thought it would.
(which meant that we didn't hate each other like Tom and Jerry anymore)
How did we know the moment that we became a step up from mortal enemies you ask?
The moment he decided that my life (which needed a whole lot of saving this year alone) was worth saving.
The man (if he's even a man at all) that shell remain name-less for the rest of my life (which looks like it will be a very short one) was about put two fingers up and rip me apart starting with the brain, but then cue my hero.
(the last person in the world who should be saving me, Wolfy and his X-Men)
“Need a hand, kiddo?”
-
“I still hate you, every last part of you isn't worth not hating, got it? (hairy, Mchairy!)”
Even at that one place in time, it didn't seem so but I was thankful to my savior, but there was no way in hell I was going to say it out loud.
“I'll take that as a thank you, Bishop.”
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