AUGH.

[xp_cyclops]

Fifteen minutes! I do paperwork for fifteen minutes and I get a migraine. I hate this.

Comments

[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

Might want to remind yourself that we have trainees for JUST this type of grunt work? And with Dr. McCoy leaving across the pond, that leaves Miss Moonstar out of a job around here - you need a secretary.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Grunt work?

I swear, if I could, I'd perk my ears.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Watch it, you. Dani has a very important job as the manager of my the kitchen.

[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but she ain't getting paid for that. And she was pretty riled up about earning her keep.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

Anything I can help with, Mr. Summers?

[x-havok.livejournal.com]

I have Jean's permission to come pounce on you if we hear your over working yourself. Don't make me use that permission big brother.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

What do you mean she's not getting paid for it? She's supposed to be drawing a salary for it just like Rahne and Jamie...

Do I have to go down there and kick some paperwork ass myself? Dani Moonstar, so help me, if I find you're screwing yourself over...

[x-cannonball.livejournal.com]

That would be why I've been doing the lion's share of your paperwork, sir.

I'm not afraid to sic Jean or Alex on you if you're overexerting yourself. That's one of an XO's jobs, too, to make sure his CO doesn't put himself in the hospital. Or in this case, the Medlab.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

You know, this came up when I broke my hand, too, and now I'm wondering just why the hell neither Ororo nor I have ever had a secretary. Then I remind myself that the school's never been as big as it is now, so what used to be managable paperwork really isn't anymore.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

When they actually let me do team stuff again, care to be recruited?

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

You know, I don't even remember what I was looking at, pre-migraine. It's all a blur, and then Jean scolding me.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Eee! Eeeeee!

Sir, yes sir!

(May I come and uh. Be recruited before team stuff for Captain hugs? Not that there will be any hugging, no. Anti hugging, in fact. A negative amount of hugging. You will be manly and... manly and I will be very mature and age appropriate and there will be No Hugging.)

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

No pouncing. You pounce me and I'm still liable to fall over. The balance is getting better but let's not test it.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Overexerting myself? It's just paperwork!

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Can we be manly and age appropriate if I don't get off the couch?

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Well. Usually that is an entirely different kind of manly and age appropriate, however! I will somehow manage to contol myself or you or whoever decides to murder yourself or myself by assuming the incorrect something.

Therefore, yes.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

...

It's just, my head hurts...

I should not try and speak before painkillers. Except I shouldn't speak afterwards because it turns into violent Munchkins.

I seem to have a dilemma.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Oh. That's okay.

I'm sure you're getting your anti-hug requirement.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

But I made innuendo! Bad innuendo... and now Jean's taken the television remote away from me because she says there's no telling what I'll do watching American Idol while on drugs.

If Simon Cowell shows up in my bedroom I'm shooting him and I don't care if I make another new window in the wrong wall.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

I missed the bad innuendo! See what happens when I don't get enough time with my Captain? Our brains are no longer all... that thing where people run into each other. Smoosh! It's a sound effect that I can't transfer to letters.

...so that is what the boom was the other day? Bad Captain...

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

It was a Munchkin and it was going to attack Jean. I stand by that.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

It would be an entirely unpounce-like sort of pouncing, don't worry, love. Alex knows better. And we can get you a secretary, but it's not going to help much with the concentration.

And why am I typing this again? I'm on my way upstairs, will see you soon and we can talk. I won't even scold you (this time) for whatever that is you're trying to keep me from noticing you doing.