Baby Fiona threw up all over the disclaimer saying that I do not own any of
the characters featured on X-Men Evolution.
The sun rose over a clear Bayville sky. Outside a certain boarding house, a sedan pulled up to the driveway. Its occupants looked at it curiously, not entirely certain they had the right residence.
"Are you sure this is the place?" asked the woman in the passenger seat of the sedan.
"I'm not sure," said her husband, sitting at the wheel. "Somehow I didn't imagine that an 'Institute for the Gifted' would be this run down,"
"Maybe we should go ask," suggested the woman.
"Absolutely not!" said her husband. "Besides, what are we going to say if it's the wrong place? 'Hi, can you tell us where the mutants live?'"
The woman sighed and turned around in her seat. She looked at her 7-month old daughter, Fiona, asleep in her car seat. She didn't want to do this, but under the circumstances she had no choice. There was no way she could raise a girl with these sorts of powers, especially now that the general public was aware of the existence of mutants. If word got out that they had a mutant in the family, they could very well face angry mobs storming their house.
"Honey, don't worry. Professor Xavier seems like a nice enough person. I'm sure that the he and the other people that live here will be able to take care of Fiona," said her husband.
"I know, I just wish there was some way we could raise her ourselves without her burning the whole house down," she said sadly. "Well, let's get this over with,"
She got out of the car and opened the back door. She picked up her daughter and placed her in a basket she had brought along. She placed the basket on the porch along with a letter that she had written, explaining their situation. She crouched down to say goodbye to her daughter.
"Goodbye, my little Fiona. I wish I didn't have to do this, but these people will be able to give you a better life than I can. Mommy loves you," she said, a tear running down her cheek.
She gave her daughter one last kiss goodbye, and then rang the doorbell and sprinted back to the car before she could be seen.
Inside the house, Pietro sat on the couch, watching TV. He heard the doorbell ring, and dealt with it in his typical manner.
"Fred!" he shouted. "Get the door!"
There was no answer from Fred, since he was still asleep. Pietro's calls to Lance and Toad met with a similar lack of a response.
"Oh man! Now I've got to get the door myself!" he grumbled. "I'll miss Mucha-Yugi-Lucha-Poke-Oh-Mon Adventures!" he said, referring to his favorite cartoon on the BW channel.
"This better be good," he said as he opened the door. He looked around and saw nothing.
"Great," he said. "10 whole seconds down the drain,"
He was about to go back inside when he heard a cry down at his feet. Looking down, he saw the basket with the baby inside it.
"What is this?" he asked to nobody, picking up the basket.
As Pietro gazed closer at the baby, she laughed and pointed at his head. Pietro sniffed the air and smelled something burning. After a second, he realized it was his hair.
"AAHH!! I'm on fire!" he shouted, and ran back inside, carrying the basket with him. Rushing into the kitchen, he plunged his head into the sink, ignoring the fact that it was still filled with dirty dishwater. The baby continued to laugh at his antics.
"Blech!" he shouted, spitting out a mouthful of grimy water. "Whose turn was it to do the dishes?"
By now, the rest of the Brotherhood was awake. Toad led the way, hopping down the stairs, followed by Fred and a yawning Lance.
"What's all the noise about, Pietro?" Fred asked.
"Hey, what is THAT?" asked Toad, pointing at the basket.
"Guys, we've got a problem," said Pietro. "Somebody left THIS on our front porch," he said, indicating the basket.
"Why would anybody leave a baby on OUR porch?" asked Lance, examining the basket closely.
"I don't know, but whoever it was left this note," said Pietro. He opened the envelope and began to read.
"To whom it may concern, blah, blah, blah, I am leaving my daughter Fiona in your care. Please teach her to control her powers, blah, blah, blah, signed Jessica Franklin,"
"Who's that?" asked Lance.
"I don't know," said Pietro. "But do you have any idea what this means?"
"No," said the other three mutants.
"It means that this baby is a mutant too! Think of what my father will say when he hears about this!" said Pietro excitedly, and ran off to find his cell phone.
Lance looked down at the basket and wrinkled his nose. He had never liked little kids, and he was sure he wasn't going to like this one. It took one look him and began crying.
"Great, now you got it upset," said Toad.
"I didn't do anything!" protested Lance. "It's probably needs changing or something,"
"I'm not changing any diapers," said Fred.
"Me neither," said Lance. "And besides, we don't have any,"
"Well, just have Speedy go to the store and get us some," said Toad.
Pietro walked downstairs with a discouraged look on his face. "Bad news, guys. Gambit's out of town and he won't be back until tomorrow. We'll have to look after it for a while,"
"Great, well you can start by getting some things at the store," said Toad, handing him a list he had written down.
"Fine," said Pietro, and dashed out the front door. He returned 2 minutes later carrying several grocery bags.
"Ok, we got diapers, formula, baby wipes, we should be all set," he said. "Now, who's going to change it?"
Everybody looked at Pietro.
"I'm not changing it! I'd get some kind of infection!" he said.
"Oh honestly!" said Toad. "I'll do it!"
He picked up a diaper and began to change the baby. "See, it's not that bad!" he said.
"Yeah, well you're used to being covered in slime. We aren't!" said Lance.
The baby laughed again and pointed at Lance, igniting his vest. Lance shouted and quickly pulled off the flaming garment. He watched as it was reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds.
"Hey! That thing just blew up my favorite vest!" he shouted. "I'm gonna kill it!"
"Lance, don't you dare!" shouted Pietro. "You harm a hair on that kid's head and my father will skin you alive!"
"Well, it better not blow up any more of my stuff," grumbled Lance.
"Look, we just have to keep it calm for the rest of the day," said Pietro. "How hard could that be?"
"Have you ever taken care of a baby before?" asked Toad.
"No, but come on! It can't be that hard," said Pietro. "Now, I think we should take turns watching it, everybody takes a shift. Who wants to go first?"
"YOU!" came the simultaneous response. Before Pietro could protest, the other mutants all walked out of the house in search of a restaurant that served breakfast.
"Ok, fine. Just you and me, kid," Pietro said. He saw the baby begin to smile again. "Aw, she likes her uncle Pietr-OW!" he shouted as his hair once again caught fire.
Returning from the kitchen after extinguishing his hair again, Pietro sighed and sat down next to the basket.
"Ok, as long as I can keep her from torching my hair, this shouldn't be so bad," he said.
One hour later.
Lance, Toad, and Fred returned from eating breakfast to find the living room in shambles and Pietro curled up in a ball on the couch, quivering and chewing on his knuckles.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Fred.
"Baby." Pietro stammered, before breaking down in tears. "Can't. stop. the baby!"
"Well, looks like fearless leader here got freaked out by a little kid. Ok Pietro, you can relax. I'll look after it for a while," said Lance.
Pietro remained curled up on the couch. Lance sighed. "Somebody want to move THAT upstairs?" he asked. Fred obliged and carried Pietro up to his room.
Next time: Lance finds out that baby-sitting isn't as easy as it looks, and turns to an old friend for help.
The sun rose over a clear Bayville sky. Outside a certain boarding house, a sedan pulled up to the driveway. Its occupants looked at it curiously, not entirely certain they had the right residence.
"Are you sure this is the place?" asked the woman in the passenger seat of the sedan.
"I'm not sure," said her husband, sitting at the wheel. "Somehow I didn't imagine that an 'Institute for the Gifted' would be this run down,"
"Maybe we should go ask," suggested the woman.
"Absolutely not!" said her husband. "Besides, what are we going to say if it's the wrong place? 'Hi, can you tell us where the mutants live?'"
The woman sighed and turned around in her seat. She looked at her 7-month old daughter, Fiona, asleep in her car seat. She didn't want to do this, but under the circumstances she had no choice. There was no way she could raise a girl with these sorts of powers, especially now that the general public was aware of the existence of mutants. If word got out that they had a mutant in the family, they could very well face angry mobs storming their house.
"Honey, don't worry. Professor Xavier seems like a nice enough person. I'm sure that the he and the other people that live here will be able to take care of Fiona," said her husband.
"I know, I just wish there was some way we could raise her ourselves without her burning the whole house down," she said sadly. "Well, let's get this over with,"
She got out of the car and opened the back door. She picked up her daughter and placed her in a basket she had brought along. She placed the basket on the porch along with a letter that she had written, explaining their situation. She crouched down to say goodbye to her daughter.
"Goodbye, my little Fiona. I wish I didn't have to do this, but these people will be able to give you a better life than I can. Mommy loves you," she said, a tear running down her cheek.
She gave her daughter one last kiss goodbye, and then rang the doorbell and sprinted back to the car before she could be seen.
Inside the house, Pietro sat on the couch, watching TV. He heard the doorbell ring, and dealt with it in his typical manner.
"Fred!" he shouted. "Get the door!"
There was no answer from Fred, since he was still asleep. Pietro's calls to Lance and Toad met with a similar lack of a response.
"Oh man! Now I've got to get the door myself!" he grumbled. "I'll miss Mucha-Yugi-Lucha-Poke-Oh-Mon Adventures!" he said, referring to his favorite cartoon on the BW channel.
"This better be good," he said as he opened the door. He looked around and saw nothing.
"Great," he said. "10 whole seconds down the drain,"
He was about to go back inside when he heard a cry down at his feet. Looking down, he saw the basket with the baby inside it.
"What is this?" he asked to nobody, picking up the basket.
As Pietro gazed closer at the baby, she laughed and pointed at his head. Pietro sniffed the air and smelled something burning. After a second, he realized it was his hair.
"AAHH!! I'm on fire!" he shouted, and ran back inside, carrying the basket with him. Rushing into the kitchen, he plunged his head into the sink, ignoring the fact that it was still filled with dirty dishwater. The baby continued to laugh at his antics.
"Blech!" he shouted, spitting out a mouthful of grimy water. "Whose turn was it to do the dishes?"
By now, the rest of the Brotherhood was awake. Toad led the way, hopping down the stairs, followed by Fred and a yawning Lance.
"What's all the noise about, Pietro?" Fred asked.
"Hey, what is THAT?" asked Toad, pointing at the basket.
"Guys, we've got a problem," said Pietro. "Somebody left THIS on our front porch," he said, indicating the basket.
"Why would anybody leave a baby on OUR porch?" asked Lance, examining the basket closely.
"I don't know, but whoever it was left this note," said Pietro. He opened the envelope and began to read.
"To whom it may concern, blah, blah, blah, I am leaving my daughter Fiona in your care. Please teach her to control her powers, blah, blah, blah, signed Jessica Franklin,"
"Who's that?" asked Lance.
"I don't know," said Pietro. "But do you have any idea what this means?"
"No," said the other three mutants.
"It means that this baby is a mutant too! Think of what my father will say when he hears about this!" said Pietro excitedly, and ran off to find his cell phone.
Lance looked down at the basket and wrinkled his nose. He had never liked little kids, and he was sure he wasn't going to like this one. It took one look him and began crying.
"Great, now you got it upset," said Toad.
"I didn't do anything!" protested Lance. "It's probably needs changing or something,"
"I'm not changing any diapers," said Fred.
"Me neither," said Lance. "And besides, we don't have any,"
"Well, just have Speedy go to the store and get us some," said Toad.
Pietro walked downstairs with a discouraged look on his face. "Bad news, guys. Gambit's out of town and he won't be back until tomorrow. We'll have to look after it for a while,"
"Great, well you can start by getting some things at the store," said Toad, handing him a list he had written down.
"Fine," said Pietro, and dashed out the front door. He returned 2 minutes later carrying several grocery bags.
"Ok, we got diapers, formula, baby wipes, we should be all set," he said. "Now, who's going to change it?"
Everybody looked at Pietro.
"I'm not changing it! I'd get some kind of infection!" he said.
"Oh honestly!" said Toad. "I'll do it!"
He picked up a diaper and began to change the baby. "See, it's not that bad!" he said.
"Yeah, well you're used to being covered in slime. We aren't!" said Lance.
The baby laughed again and pointed at Lance, igniting his vest. Lance shouted and quickly pulled off the flaming garment. He watched as it was reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds.
"Hey! That thing just blew up my favorite vest!" he shouted. "I'm gonna kill it!"
"Lance, don't you dare!" shouted Pietro. "You harm a hair on that kid's head and my father will skin you alive!"
"Well, it better not blow up any more of my stuff," grumbled Lance.
"Look, we just have to keep it calm for the rest of the day," said Pietro. "How hard could that be?"
"Have you ever taken care of a baby before?" asked Toad.
"No, but come on! It can't be that hard," said Pietro. "Now, I think we should take turns watching it, everybody takes a shift. Who wants to go first?"
"YOU!" came the simultaneous response. Before Pietro could protest, the other mutants all walked out of the house in search of a restaurant that served breakfast.
"Ok, fine. Just you and me, kid," Pietro said. He saw the baby begin to smile again. "Aw, she likes her uncle Pietr-OW!" he shouted as his hair once again caught fire.
Returning from the kitchen after extinguishing his hair again, Pietro sighed and sat down next to the basket.
"Ok, as long as I can keep her from torching my hair, this shouldn't be so bad," he said.
One hour later.
Lance, Toad, and Fred returned from eating breakfast to find the living room in shambles and Pietro curled up in a ball on the couch, quivering and chewing on his knuckles.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Fred.
"Baby." Pietro stammered, before breaking down in tears. "Can't. stop. the baby!"
"Well, looks like fearless leader here got freaked out by a little kid. Ok Pietro, you can relax. I'll look after it for a while," said Lance.
Pietro remained curled up on the couch. Lance sighed. "Somebody want to move THAT upstairs?" he asked. Fred obliged and carried Pietro up to his room.
Next time: Lance finds out that baby-sitting isn't as easy as it looks, and turns to an old friend for help.