A Common Scenario
There are three things that meant a common scenario to Erik Lehnsherr: those he disregards especially the cases at hand, sanctions to officers who their malicious actions were foreseeable, and he could take a day to mention about the things he doesn’t care about. What’s important is the other meaning of the phrase, which is an irony that was stated bluntly by Logan over Saturday Night Barbeque they had months ago but he already had it in mind without a label. Now he tries his best not to feel guilt about not thinking about it first, not that he is mad about the old man but c’mon, he had more chances to formulate one.
Dwelling aside, they have the same perspective with it comes to situations involving mutants and human… deception. Such camaraderie still perceives by his husband Charles is absurd. But violence won’t always be an answer that’s why he entered the force, to serve and protect the minority. He was about to become a lawyer, but being alone in a country he didn’t even desire to be in was a struggle to enroll himself into law school with the amount of money left from his mother’s account when she was still alive. A life full of joyous commercial breaks and series of despair accommodated his mind set of how life actually is, but that doesn’t mean he gave up on it though.
For it doesn’t end, and it’s the least he could do when he was still young and thriving.
The only mutants during his academy days and as an officer were Frost, Az, Braddock, Cassidy and that asshole named Worthington. They had tried not mentioning about what they were since they don’t even know if they were mutants since they were in different troops, but blending in didn’t satisfied Erik. During a tremendous amount of rain was raging while they were in the training grounds where the intermediate obstacle course was located, he was waiting for the previous troop to finish when a comrade fell from the 40 feet rock climbing course. The people holding on rocks were shunned they didn’t move a muscle, even the strong winds were deafening by the moment he did, as if they were all awaiting his fall for they’d also risk their lives saving a person they might be fighting for a position one day.
All selfishness revealed upon the leash, and the asshole rescued him despite the loss of velocity for flight for his wings and falling into the mud pool filled with accumulated rain. That day changed their course of…what he calls now as a resonated scrutiny.
While he was afloat in his office lying on his back reading the code case thrown in the pool of evidences he was choosing over his vinyl collection at his office to play for the day’s work. 3 hours ago he dropped Charles in the hospital for his 3-day shift at the neonatal ward, and 2 hours ago he just got his nap from being awake for almost 24 hours due to the transfer of investigations from the case they were trying to solve. All he needed was a rest when he was roaming around the station when he saw a case folder falling from one of the officers who were rushing their way to an office of a colleague and grabbed t to his office for something to do. He usually supervises as much as he could but in a county almost full of petty crimes he isn’t in any use unless a state investigation is conducted.
All he wants was to lie down on bed with Charles hearing him talk about the neonate patients he has and how long and short their durations were while eating the sinful alleged addiction of his husband, cookie dough mix.
But there’s one thing that keeps him on the loop, with the rank he has attained he has the connections for those cases involving the same race that he has. First we might as well address that he has revealed himself as a mutant since his training days and so he became one of those that even if his deeds were levitating and brought honor to the force he’ll remain as a competitor of survival of species, as they call it. Bishop who was in the higher ranks as his for a short amount of time gave him the courage to disregard the prejudice assholes who think they are deceived.
A good fella, and a time traveler in which his kids will be able to witness and should be friends with.
But there isn’t as much more discrimination to the office than into the streets, where minority lies in the spectrum. A revolving world filled with labels and differences triggers a taunting chaos neglecting comprehension and acceptance, if he was to ask he believes in that people never had been used of the word change, or difference, hesitates at which they do not understand. It’s a nature to keep in mind, and what drives him, for the betterment of his race he must serve to his extent and if, if only, violence was the measure he is given, it’s all or nothing.
(Bonus rule: Charles is only in one category of a common scenario, in which helps them in a lot of ways their professional life’s colliding in one place.)
“Erik sit down on a chair.” Emma after the door closed, with her hands crossed and shifting weight on her right side. He returns to a chair and lifts the vinyl player by a flicker of a hand.
“What’s up?”
“What are you reading?”
“A mutant was shot dead in Jean’s school? How come no one has ever told me?”
She approaches his desk and tries not to grab the stash of cigarettes lying on the edge, near his name plate. “Told me it was a code case, immediately issued by Bart.”
“Bart doesn’t even have the—”
“I know right? And further, they said there wasn’t any bullet. How come she died on site and a hole at the back of her head, so what’s the verdict attorney?”
“I have left that course in my life and settled for something I think would benefit us.”
“That’s what I told myself when I entered the force. How hard it is to just be sitting around on your office waiting for the president or your state superior to call you for a meeting about regulations and inspections of offices, and only to be necessary when they desperately need your powers for an information.”
He huffed, for he knows as much further as she does, but she got the job while he remains here, closer to his colleagues, his fellow mutant force who has the same goal as he. “I told you, don’t comply.”
“Compliance is sometimes the only key, jackass. I keep them out of my loop, it keeps them out of the complaining bubble. Beneficial.”
“What are you contributing to our cause…anyway?”
Her mischievous smile caught Erik scowled and thinking of what could it possibly be, true Emma can be reckless about using her powers to fool him around about unnecessary babbles since she cannot grasp Scott’s attention when he’s out and about. But a smoking Emma Frost doesn’t hesitate, and that’s what he likes about her.
She’s direct to the point.
“What now Erik?”
After some moments he collects his thoughts, he answers a question of assurance. “Is this what am I thinking?”
Before Emma uttered the words she wanted to confirm, she slides her hands on the table with a swift object hidden on her prone hand, and when their eyes met they both smirked and said to one another.
“It’s a common scenario.”
"Glad to comply."
Dr. Henry Philip Mccoy was alone at the forensic laboratory which where he was investigating about the said file in the disregarded files shelf, specifically in the center of the occipital bone and tests to validate from the first and rushed results from his colleague who wanted to proceed to his holidays. He doesn’t hate anyone in the force, nor tries to conceal the grudge that he was supposed to have for he believes he can’t please other people with their opinions and perspectives in lives. Coexisting with others with his furry blue appearance may seem to be difficult, since the discrimination still prevails yet he remained humble until much time he knew the Westchester County Police Department.
“Hello, Scott?”
“What’s up Hank?” They call him Hank, the only people who calls him in his preferred nickname asides from: Blue guy, Beast and more in the list he doesn’t care much of.
“I’m at the lab and just to inform you the body you were trying to access has already been brought to the morgue, no one’s picking it up they are deciding to send it to the... pool.”
Pool, you mean the formalin pool. Scott thought, skimming over the files being showed to him while they were still at the crime scene. “When are they doing it?”
“If you don’t file the follow up of this case.”
“We got the case.”
“You don’t have any approval from the—”
Deputy Chief Lehnsherr knocked from the glass window for entry and when their eyes met and he jerked his head while pacing around his lab, the door opened without any hand contact from the knob. He was with Deputy Lieutenant Elizabeth Braddock, Betsy in short, a longtime colleague, or a work wife if you ask some people like Pietro. “Boss is here, I’ll keep in to—”
“Hank—”
He hangs up and drops his new phone at the scattered paperwork on his desk and straightens the crease of his coat before approaching them at the aisle of the covered bodies and empty steel tables outside of his office. The room was dimly lit, only the lamp light on his desk and an x-ray light box with nothing to show for.
“Never thought of seeing the sun?” The dark-haired woman with a Japanese accent said.
“My work hours are double as yours, when someone calls me I come right up. Unlike you.”
Betsy provided the light from her abilities and leaned her hips on the steel table. “Here comes the sun.”
“You’re not Phoenix.”
“Don’t make that joke, it’s not funny.”
“Do you even have a right to ditch me around?’
They both went silent when Erik cleared his throat, jerked his head and crossed his arms. “What are you doing?”
“Just fixing things. What brought you here?” He proceeds back to the office cubicle and they were led to sit down. “Fancy a coffee?”
“No, we’re here for a favor.”
“In what concern does bring the Deputy Chief in the forensic laboratory and his associate if they had been reluctant about my certain importance in this field that may jeopardize any investigation if it weren’t present?”
“Take it down Beast.” Betsy making coffee for herself, turning her head and smiling to intimidate. It doesn’t work anymore, but it is still something to be cringe-worthy for. Erik brushed his hair and laid back to the sit he was sitting and after stretch he puts his hands right to his pockets fishing for something. Betsy squinted and quickly smirked before sipping on her freshly made coffee, which tasted better rather than the cafeteria supplies from the sponsored supermarket, they had been asking for refunds for the lack of supply.
“Here we are again, Ms. Braddock. Just because Warren just gone AWOL.”
“Why are you bringing such a sensitive topic now, Mccoy?”
“How offensive of you not thinking of the consequences you make from just being yourself.”
“Who has the upper hand?”
“No one has the upper hand here.” Stern voice from the man reaching further to his second set of pockets from his jacket throws out a USB that almost fell from the table, luckily the Beast caught it mid-air.
“What is this?”
“Common scenario, have you forgotten?”
“What common scenario?”
Betsy answered. “What’s with you Hank? Forgotten that your colleagues like McTaggert and Corbeau still keep secrets from you?”
Hank shakes his head, becoming restless of the said fact he shrugged off a long time ago. “It can’t be, we had been solving cases for quite a long time now.”
The face of the woman serious, she deeply breathes in before saying. “I’m just being blunt, Hank. Keep it real will you?”
His palm grasps his whole face and his lips drawn back, frowning upon facing Erik and slamming the table. Betrayal has become one of his life experiences he likes to mask with uncertain trust from others, but no matter what he attempts onto pleasing others he is still caught from vulnerability. The two people in front of him weren’t surprised for this reaction, and waited for his response. “What’s in it?”
“Like I said—” leaning his head towards his, his teeth clench and fiery upon his blue eyes. “—common scenario.”
Scott was flipping another page of the case file on a parking lot of the hospital when a familiar car horned and parked beside his, he was still with his pals inside the car while Logan lays his arms on the roof of his car, talking to Kurt about last Sunday’s event in church. Pietro was browsing over his phone when Erik offered dismissively a cigarette stick and receiving a response of. “Sorry, don’t smoke.”
“Okay then.” He lights his cigarette from Logan’s lighter that was passed to him and Scott got out of his car to converse with his boss. “Good to see you, Erik.”
“Hello Scott.”
The young man never ever knew the story behind Erik, asides from facts that he is a German who ran away from his abusers and having a husband named Charles from the Saturday Barbeque Night, nothing else is revealed. True, he sees him wearing turtle necks and lock plaid shirts in casual days that he tried imitating on how he dress just to grab his attention but no luck as attained. There are only two things he considers as their mutuality (and he thinks it’s more important than knowing someone’s past if not he becomes comfortable of mentioning about it) are: he buys him frames with custom-made ruby quartz that is deducted to his salary whenever his glasses are about to break, and most of all they are both mutants with the same perspective and their concern about the minority is uncanny.
“Why did you call us here? Where’s Hank?”
“Hank went home, he had done his job.”
Pietro cleared his throat and he received a wincing glance from the both people outside of the car. “What are we doing here?”
“Inside of the station, I’m your boss and now you’re going to disrespect me even if we’re outside of the protocol?”
“Mind you, we were on our way to sleep.” That was a fact, Scott and Pietro were out of duty after they went to the crime scene but still in the covert investigation that was showed to him this morning. For the others, they received a separate call from Erik himself commanding their presence at the middle of the night in the hospital where his husband works. “I know that, but Hank informed you about it yes?”
Scott replied while holding his waist, sighing beforehand. “He did, all we got to do is to extend the duration but we don’t have any paper work that’ll solidify such request, and even if we do, it may be too late.”
Kurt turned his head and said. “The file said the woman had family, but how come they dismissed this so quickly and receiving a call that she’s being thrown to the pool?”
“Pool?” Erik flinched, in what he knows the pool is where the cadavers are placed. “the pool? This is absurd.”
“I know, so what are we doing here?” Pietro didn’t even need to ask but Erik has a solution that Logan smirked and smoked another stick before they went inside the hospital.
“Should I say it?”
Erik quickly responded. “No.”