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Scott said he'd be there with information in five minutes. He was at the door, fully dressed and with his glasses replaced by a visor, in four. It took him that long to grab a cup of coffee and walk to the lounge where Sandy was waiting.

He got his debriefing on the move, and directly into his brain.

He felt better for having been looped in, however perfunctorily.

He walked in, and stayed standing up. Looked the guy over, and wondered why the hell this kid was the recon specialist and then moved on.

"New mutant manifested in Chicago. She's sitting in a jail cell, supposedly for her protection. We're going to get her. How long do you need to pack?"

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"There was an incident with an old foe of Wesley's. I wasn't really involved so I don't know all the details, but I know that the end result was that Sand woke up, exactly the same as he went in."

He took a sip of his water.

"He took some time off, spent a few years finishing school, devoured the library in the brownstone, and" he rubbed his chin, "I think it was just about the time Wes passed that he started having flare ups. Just... poofing into the floor, turning into a pile of sand. I'm not sure exactly how he straightened himself out, but from what he's mentioned, something happened while he was swimming down in the earth that got him settled with his powers. If anything, they've gotten more extensive."

He leaned back a little and took another sip of water. Then he looked over at Scott.

"Don't want to ask him about any of it?"

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"I'm not going to ask him about any of it."

Which was different than not wanting to. He wasn't as driven by a need to know everything the way some people were, tended to prioritize and recognize what he needed to know as opposed to didn't, but he wasn't incurious. He was probably closer to it now than he would have been before Jean's death, but he also had fewer resources now than he'd previously had, because he was stretched so damn thin with the school, the team, and ignoring his own grief.

"Sandy and I have a deal. We don't ask each other uncomfortable questions." Yeah, he'd break that deal if it was do or die, but satisfy his own interest? No way. It'd open the door for the reverse, amongst other things.

"And most of those changes develop and grow with time, even when they're naturally occurring. When Iceman showed up here he could just about cover himself in snow."

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Alan nodded as he heard about the 'deal' and he couldn't help but smile a little. It made sense, after all. He knew the folks at the brownstone, and while they were all people who wanted to help, to connect with him, most of them tended towards the pushier methods of handling issues that seemed to need work. Plus, Scott didn't have the history with Sand that most of them did. Sand could start fresh without anyone thinking of him as a bouncing teenager... or Wesley's shadow.

"You know, I've wondered if Sand might not have been one of you folks before the accident ever happened," Alan admitted as he listened to Scott talk. "After all, the gun might explain the transformation into sand, but it doesn't explain the connection he has with the planet itself. Doesn't explain a lot of things, honestly. But I've never known enough about the whole thing to do much more than wonder about it."

He shrugged.

"Idle musing. All the same, we should probably go looking for them. I'm sure you want to get your hand on those files" since he'd seen how interested Scott had been in them, "and check in on the little girl."

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"It's possible. There weren't as many mutants then as there are now, but they were certainly around and had been for a while." Hello, Magneto. "It may even be probable, given the trajectory in the development of his abilities and that he survived the transformation into sand to start with." Maybe not on that one, but given how frequently those sort of forced changes broke down and led to death.

"It wouldn't be hard to find out, but I don't see much benefit to it, either." He glanced around, then remembered he'd given his coat to Allison. He'd grab that back, but he wouldn't be doing much checking in. He was good with kids, but he tried to maintain distance.

He headed toward the door, and was steadier on his feet. He needed to swap out the visor Sand had made for him for a pair of glasses, too. Grab a cup of coffee. Grab those files and settle in with them, while avoiding the hell out of Warren. "I'll make sure she's settled, but I'm sure Storm's taken care of her and she's asleep by now."

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"Nor do I," Alan agreed. Because while he'd tried to figure out a few ways to help Sand, he didn't think that was precisely the way to go about things. It wasn't the fact that he had strange powers over earth that had him keeping himself awake for twenty-something days in a row like a madman half the time.

Alan followed along with the clothes and the briefcase, trying to be unobtrusive and mostly succeeding.

"I wouldn't bet against you," Alan assured him as they walked. "If Storm was that capable-looking woman who walked off with them. I think we might have skipped a few introductions in our haste earlier. That happens."

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There was only one way out of the basement - with Cerebro, the Danger Room, and Medical Labs - and that was the elevator they'd come down in. Once they were up, Scott was plotting what was, frankly, a route of escape and avoidance. Not of everyone just... of everyone who knew him, and especially Warren.

"The guy with wings is Angel - Warren Worthington. The capable looking woman," who was also the only woman, "is Storm. Ororo Munroe. Weather control. The friendly looking young man was Iceman - Robert Drake. His relationship with water is... similar to Sandy's relationship with earth, with added temperature control. Moves through it, reforms from it, builds from it, heals with it, and occasionally turns up naked. The blue furry guy is Hank McCoy. Beast. I'm guessing his mutation's as obvious as Angel's."

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"Good to know. And if I hadn't mentioned, my name is Alan Scott. I happen to have the privileged of being the Keeper of the Green Flame, which mostly entails making constructs and a few other things I've figured out over the years."

It wasn't like he was integrated with a significant portion of the conglomerated magic of an entire universe or anything. Alan had never been one to crow, after all.

"And all of your" he glanced at Scott, "associates seemed like splendid folks. I wasn't particularly troubled at the alliance that we've all been working on, but I'm now firmly convinced that Kara and Michael made the right decision, if you don't mind me saying so."

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Scott got into the elevator and pushed the button that would take them to the ground floor, stepping out of the way so Alan could move past him easily. "I'm not prepared to call this an alliance." Because he was paranoid and skeptical and Alan had seen a lot more of them than he'd seen of the JSA, but. "This worked well, and I'm glad to have had the support and assistance."

Which was to say he wasn't rejecting anything. He was... reserving judgement. He had more than ample reason to do that, though he wasn't lying about being appreciative.

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"Agreement, then" because he wouldn't call it that yet either. That's why they were working on it. Alan liked to think of himself as, if not an optimist, then at least a polite sort of realist.

"Have you gotten to meet Michael or Karen yourself by any chance?" because he'd never been one for 'leading' when it came to it. At least not in the JSA. Being the backbone suited him just fine, even the heart, and Ted always called him and Jay the moral compass of the group, but the head wasn't where his talents lay.

"I'll be honest and admit I wasn't really aware of how far along things had gotten when I got the call from Sandy. It's good to hear that you're feeling like it worked well enough, though. Especially since you both got a bit roughed up."

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"I have not had the opportunity to meet with them," he said, levelly. He dropped a shoulder against the wall of the elevator and watched the indicator light. "I only met Sand moments before he left to do surveillance on the prison Allison was held in."

Which was enough of an explanation for him, and really he didn't feel like hashing out any kind of details at the moment. They were willing to help and were proving reliable. He would have more questions if those files weren't waiting, but they were and that was a ...positive sign of not being the source of any leak.

Then he looked toward Alan and made a low, bemused, sound. "It isn't the first time. It won't be the last." For him or Sandy or anyone else who did this work. "It worked out. Allison's here and safe. For now, anyway."

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"I certainly know that old song and dance," Alan agreed with a soft nod and a light chuckle. "And I certainly agree with you: the girl's safe and among friends. That's the most important thing."

He watched Scott pick their floor and kept half an eye on him to make sure that he was as healed as he appeared to be, looking for any sign small or large that he still needed to heal. It was subtle, though. He'd had plenty of practice.

He backed up a little as he realized what Scott had said, though.

"Really? You only just met?"

That was... interesting.

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Scott still had blood in his hair, and until or unless he decided he could live without the headaches he was going to have near constant pain on some level -

but he was used to the headaches, and he really was back on his feet. Somewhat tired, maybe, but walking and moving normally and using both arms equally. Basically, he really was okay, and he was aware that Alan was still keeping an eye on him. Still less frustrating than if it had been one of his teammates (friends).

The question caught him off guard, and his eyebrows drew down for a moment before he stepped out of the elevator and immediately headed toward the back of the building. "Yes. Why?"

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Alan considered the question as he stepped out, bit his lip a time or two, and gave a short shake of his head.

"I understand it might sound a bit odd, considering some of the things I talked to you about earlier but... to be honest, I don't feel like it's my place to say."

Because he'd seen how Sand had regarded an injured Scott; Sand wasn't used to guarding his expressions after all that time behind the mask. And he'd seen a man watching an injured friend.

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HIs eyebrows appeared over the visor, but he said only: "All right."

The not pushing thing applied by proxy, too, it seemed. "I need to take a shower and change clothes before I find those files. It's a big place, but nearly everyone should be asleep by now. You shouldn't run into any trouble looking around the place until you find Sandy." Or Sandy found him. "Almost anyone still awake will be able to help."

He assumed.

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Alan considered what Scott said before--

"Where's your library?"

Because he knew Sanderson well enough to know that he'd need much more than just coffee to keep himself awake. And at this point, Sandy would want to be awake. Just because he kept his peace didn't mean he didn't see certain things.

The boy had made it clear he was going to take care of himself but that didn't mean Alan didn't worry over him.

"I plan to keep my searching to where he actually is."

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"Third floor, west wing."

Scott didn't know Sanderson well enough to know where he'd be, but it was an easy question to answer. "I'll catch up with one of you tomorrow. IF you run into Warren again, tell him I went to bed with the files."

Which was also an easy avoidance for him, for now.

Warren wouldn't hang around, long. He wasn't on active duty anymore. Mostly he was running his company and providing a... counter example, in his way.

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"I'll do that if I see him," Alan said peaceably enough. Then he gave the other man a nod. "Thank you, Scott."

And it wasn't just for the directions to the library. Though he left it at that as he headed towards the room in question.

Edited Date: 2015-10-14 10:56 pm (UTC)