New York -- Abandoned Lower Level Under the 42nd Street Station -- Manhattan. Monday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had warned Jack to wear something he didn't mind getting a bit dirty in, but she didn't bother to confirm his suspicions, even after they'd slipped past a grate and down a tunnel, eventually taking a labyrinth set of twists, turns, and ladders.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Jack. It was just what you did down here.

"Hank?" she eventually called, stepping from a tunnel into a space that was actually brightly lit and clean. "I brought a friend, like you said I could."

Well, he'd said 'bring that boy sometime,' but close enough.

[OOC: NFB, for the person with her.]

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[bitten_notshy]

<<I would never think such a thing>>, Jack replied with great dignity.

(Yes, he would.)

"What sort of research do you do, Hanks?" he asked, as he followed along.

[icecoldfrost]

"Biology, physiology, anatomy, genetics," Hank rattled off, giving Jack an approving glance. "Specializing in mutation across mammalian, reptilian, and plantae species. Although my strength appears to be in the evolutionary mutation of homo sapiens and homo superior."

"Don't worry, there's a Rule," Emma supplied cheerfully, swapping one mood for another as she ducked past Hank into the next room. "'No Science On Emma's Friends.' Right, Hank?"

A moment later they emerged in a large cavern, fully-tiled with high ceilings and rows of sinks. It had clearly been a restroom at one point, but Hank had refitted it to serve as his lab. There was a single dissection table, a cadaver tray, and various beakers with projects and jars filled with selected body-parts lining hand-built shelves.

[bitten_notshy]

"I wouldn't be much good to do science on anyhow," Jack said, equally cheerful. "No mutations."

He was discomfited by the bodies, but managed not to show it. His stomach was strong.

"It's amazing all of this fit down here; it must have taken years to gather."

[icecoldfrost]

Luckily there were only two today, both in still decent condition and not hideously messy or smelly.

"No science on Emma's friends," Hank agreed, nodding, before swatting away Emma's hands as she start pulling things off the shelves. "Stop that. How many times do I need to tell you that shaking the eyeball jar will not give you your fortune?"

"It took him years," Emma agreed, making a face and putting back the eyes. "Although we've scavenged some newer pieces from stuff the NYU medical school just tosses in the dumpster, and stuff like that."

"But it is quite the collection, isn't it?" Emma poked at the jar one more time, just to make Hank frown. "I've started naming them, much to Hank's amusement."

[bitten_notshy]

"How often do you get up here?" Jack wondered, hands carefully behind his back as he wandered about.

... don't stare at the things in jars, Jack.

[icecoldfrost]

"Not often enough," Emma said, at the same time Hank replied "Too often."

Emma found herself a mostly-clean section of counter that she could sit on. "Once or twice a month," she clarified for Jack. "Usually just half-days. Long enough for me to make sure Hank is eating, that there's more food left for him, and for us to try and work on his memory."

"I'm thinking about bringing Karla out, and seeing what she can do, since she has more experience with this sort of thing, but..."

She'd wanted Jack to meet Hank first.

[bitten_notshy]

"Ah," Jack said, as he picked up something metal and hooked and tried to puzzle out what it would be used for. "That's about as often as I see my guardian ... Any progress on the memory?"

he aimed a quick smile at Emma, showing he appreciated the honor.

[icecoldfrost]

That was because Emma had the emotional maturity of a five-year-old sometimes, and whenever Jack went off-island on his little trips, Emma made it a point to seek out Hank or cause trouble with some of her girlfriends.

"I remember more at once, or things for longer. Emma is good with puzzles," Hank replied, oddly sanguine about his memory loss. "I know formulas, equations, facts; it's the context that continues to elude me. But I'm better at remembering the here-and-now, and that's a good start."

He looked over at Emma, who was drumming her heels against the cabinets. "I remember enough to be able to tell that our darling little Emma has the potential to become what is known as an Omega Class mutant. Absolutely phenomial power, the top of the scale, in a tiny angry blonde package."

"I'm right here, and I can HEAR YOU, Hank."

[bitten_notshy]

"You say this as if you didn't think I'd guess," Jack pointed out to her. "Not that I'm the expert on mutations, but I've felt what you can do and I know it's just a sliver. You're young."

To Hank, he added, "The question is how we'll keep her from destroying the world."

[icecoldfrost]

"I am not that much younger than you, Mr. Priest, and I am not an 'angry blonde package' and I'm not going to destroy the world. Why would I destroy it when I want to be queen of everything?" she pouted, giving both of them her best angelic puppy-eyes.

"You two are cruel."

[bitten_notshy]

"But you like us," Jack said, walking over to nuzzle into her neck. "And what's the job market like for a consort to the queen of everything, hmm?"

He was flirting. And he meant it.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma laughed, turning her her face into his hair to press a kiss against his curls, the earlier spat forgotten in the face of such outrageous flirting and flattery.

Until Hank gave a low warning growl, and Emma sighed, leaning her head against his for a moment before pulling back. "Well, it comes with--"

"What are your intentions towards Emma?" Hank broke in, still growling slightly.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's back stiffened, and he tensed in a way that Emma might know presaged a strong fight-or-flight reflex.

"No intentions, sir," he said carefully. He almost wanted to ask what business it was of Hank's, but the growl made that seem unwise. "I care for her. More than that is up to her."

[icecoldfrost]

"Emma, you should not be kissing boys. You're too young," Hank muttered, giving them both a glare. "Boys are bad, they're trouble."

"You have no idea, Hank," Emma retorted brightly, but she discreetly settled a hand on Jack's hip out of Hank's line of vision. A nonverbal promise that she wasn't going anywhere. "Boys are worlds of trouble."

"But Jack is my very good friend, okay? He's not bad."

Except in the fun way.

[bitten_notshy]

<<Unless you want me to be>>, Jack thought slyly at Emma.

"I try to take good care of Emma," he added aloud, to Hank. He was trying to look as innocent and young as he could; it was a good act. "You needn't worry about me."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma kept a matching innocent look on her face, despite Jack's naughtiness, but Hank still wasn't happy; he looked between the two suspiciously, but stopped growling. "Okay," he allowed reluctantly. "If you take good care of her. But the moment you don't..."

A smile full of very sharp, predator's teeth was not reassuring. "I deal with the boys who have bad intentions towards Emma."

"HANK!"

[bitten_notshy]

"You'll never have to fear anything from me," Jack promised, moving away from Miss Frost. "What could I do to convince you of that?"

TEETH.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma scowled and hopped off her perch, marching towards Hank. "Hank, no," she said firmly, planting herself between him and Jack and putting her hands on her hips. "Now you're just being mean."

"She doesn't let me have any fun," he sighed, shaking his head, once more a mournful puppy. "Don't worry, boy, I won't eat you."

After all, he hadn't eaten the last boys that had threatened Emma. Just killed them.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed. "What about killing me without eating me?" he asked, thinking it a joke. "I don't so much care what you do with the corpse; my personal interest stops well before that point."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma went pale and her eyes flicked to Hank, who simply turned to reach down four jars, containing various internal organs.

"Larry," he stated, thunking one after another on the table. "Moe. Curly. Shemp."

Emma was just going to look at the floor, and not comment about naming her four attackers after the Stooges.

[bitten_notshy]

<<This is a story for another time>>, Jack decided, with a cool, hard glance to Emma -- not from anger, but simply because he hadn't expected to get blindsided with something like that.

To Hank, he said, "I'll do my best not to do anything that would put me in a jar."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma hadn't exactly expected Hank to spill the beans either, and she clenched her hands, trying to keep from shaking before taking a deep breath.

"Hank, put them away," she said mildly. "You know I don't like it when you have them out."

Something in their body-language tipped Hank off, and he immediately replaced them before moving to Emma. "Oh my stars and garters, I made you sad," he said, clearly distressed. "I didn't mean to make you sad. I'm sorry, Emma."

The large man gave Jack an apologetic glance. "Being around people besides Emma is hard. She is teaching me about how people interact, but I am not very good at it yet." Especially given that Jack was male, and Emma was clearly fond of him. It grated on his protective stance towards the girl.

[bitten_notshy]

"It's all right," Jack said. "You just surprised me." He clasped his hands, briskly, as if rubbing the awkwardness away. He had no idea what to make of the news Hank had killed to protect Emma. For now, he was putting it out of his head -- as much as he would have loved to demand answers.

"Is there anything I can help you with, while I'm here?" he asked, glancing around the lab again. "I'm sure you don't have willing aides very often -- I'd hate to leave you in the lurch."

[icecoldfrost]

"Can you make decent mac and cheese? Emma always burns the bottom."

Hank had very, very simple needs.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had to think about it for a moment. "Give me a mix and I'm aces at it," he answered. "I'm not really the cheese sauce from scratch sort, unfortunately."