Mwa ha haa! Bet you thought I wouldn't write another fanfiction huh? "She's
too weak!" they said. "She's to busy with winter track!" they said. "She's
too lazy!" they said. Well they were wrong! I've come up with a truly
original story. FINALLY! An idea that hasn't been so over used that people
don't even bother to read the fics because they're all the same!!! Well NO
MORE!
But enough of ZANNE'S bodacious babble! Time for the disclaimer haiku:
X-Men Evolu-
tion is a cartoon that ZANNE
does not own oh woe
Ok, now I'm sure that you're all itching for the FULL summary. So here you go!
Charles Xavier: A man without a past. Or at least that is what everyone thinks. No one really bothered to ask him about it right? But what happens when a few nosy students find his biography...?
Ok, so it's the same as the one on the outside, wanna fight about it? So without further ado, I present to you, the first actual chapter story of ZANNE!
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"Finally finished!" Charles Xavier said happily as he pulled a piece of paper out of his type writer, "It took me a whole year, but it was worth it."
He then picked up a large pile of papers and placed the freshly typed sheet at the bottom. Then he punched three holes on their left side and bound them all together, making them into a book. He put the book down on top of his desk and then turned around his wheel chair to face the clock. It was 2:00 am.
'I've been doing too much lately,' he thought, 'Maybe I should take a break. Just one day away won't hurt.'
And with that, he wheeled out of his study to take a much needed rest. But he left his book behind on the desk. Little did he know that he would regret it later...
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"GAH!" yelled Kurt as he ran down the hall of Charles Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters.
"I'm gonna rip your tail out and like use it for a belt you big jerk!"
"But Kitty! I swear I didn't eat your cheese!" Kurt yelled.
"Lance gave me that cheese!" screamed Kitty from behind him, "And I'm gonna get it back no matter what!"
"No way! I'm out of here!" and with that, Kurt teleported. But since he as kind of distracted by the ceramic plate flying at his head, he teleported blindly. As a result, he ended up landing in a heap.
"Ouch!" Kurt groaned as he picked himself up off the floor, "Where am I?"
As he looked around he realized he was in the Professor's study. It was a very nice room, large and lavishly decorated. Up against the far wall was an antique wooden bookcase and a burgundy sofa with some gold tassels. It placed so that the one sitting in it could have a nice view out the tall window that overlooked the forest and the cliff overlooking the bay. There were also some random busts set on pillars of John F. Kennedy, Mozart, and Plato and a few arm chairs here and there. But the most noticeable thing was the lovely wooden desk near the wall opposite of the bookcase. It was very large and instead of just stubby wooden pegs for legs it had lion paws. It was decorated with intricate designs and looked extremely expensive.
But aside from all these things, the thing that Kurt noticed most was what was on top of the desk. It was a book. But it wasn't really a book at all. It was just a large stack of papers bounded with metal rings. But still...
Kurt walked over to the desk and looked at the book. On the cover where the words "Who is Charles Xavier?" printed thick and black. 'Should I touch it?' he asked himself. Inside his mind he was debating with himself. 'The Professor wouldn't ever violate HIS privacy, so why should he violate his?' a little voice in the back of his head said. 'On the other hand,' said another voice, maybe the Prof. had left it out in the open on purpose in hopes that someone WOULD read it.
The latter voice in his head won and Kurt found himself picking the book up and examining it.
"Oh when I get my hand on him!" he could hear Kitty mumbling from outside the study door. "PROFESSOR!" she yelled as she knocked on the door, "Kurt's being a jerk and now I can find him!"
Kurt held his breath and stood very still, hoping she would just go away.
"Professor?" Kitty asked more calmly, "Are you in there?"
Getting impatient she phased through the door and locked eyes with the very same person she was looking for.
"YOU!" she screamed as she lunged at him.
"Eeep!" said Kurt as he jumped, dropping the book, and stuck to the ceiling out of her reach.
"Come down here right now!" Kitty yelled as she jumped up and down trying to reach him. Then she noticed the book on the floor.
"What's this?" she asked.
"If I tell you will you promise not to hurt me?"
"Fine, fine." she mumbled.
"Good," said Kurt as he jumped down and landed next to here, "It's a book that I found on the Professor's desk."
"What? And you just picked it up without permission? Do you have a conscience at all?" she asked, waving her arms at him, "First my cheese, then the Professor's book!"
"HEY! I wasn't the one who ate your cheese," he said defensively, "If you must know, it was Scott. He made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for him and Jean."
"Oh, sorry," she said, "Where is the Prof. anyway?"
Kurt thought for a minute, "I think Logan said something about him taking a little vacation.. But I can't remember where he said he was going."
"Well, I don't think we should read it," Kitty said, "That's a total violation of trust!"
"Yeah, I know." Kurt said looking at the ground.
"But...." she said more connivingly, "He's not here to catch us right ?"
They both looked at each other and then at the book on the floor.
"Soooo.. Who's gonna read it first?" Kurt asked slowely..
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HA HA HA HA HAAAAA! Cliffhanger! I HATE cliffhangers! But only when I'm the one reading the story, not when I'm the one writing it! But don't worry; I have this fic actually planned out, unlike my other ones so the chapters should come along pretty quickly. To pass the time why don't you visit my site?
And here's a little fun fact. The reason I had Scott make grilled cheese and tomato soup is because my brother's name is Scott and he used to eat grilled cheese and tomato soup ALL the time! It just seemed to fit.
To all my faithful friends and reviewers out there, keep on truckin!
~ZANNE
But enough of ZANNE'S bodacious babble! Time for the disclaimer haiku:
X-Men Evolu-
tion is a cartoon that ZANNE
does not own oh woe
Ok, now I'm sure that you're all itching for the FULL summary. So here you go!
Charles Xavier: A man without a past. Or at least that is what everyone thinks. No one really bothered to ask him about it right? But what happens when a few nosy students find his biography...?
Ok, so it's the same as the one on the outside, wanna fight about it? So without further ado, I present to you, the first actual chapter story of ZANNE!
________________________________________________________________
"Finally finished!" Charles Xavier said happily as he pulled a piece of paper out of his type writer, "It took me a whole year, but it was worth it."
He then picked up a large pile of papers and placed the freshly typed sheet at the bottom. Then he punched three holes on their left side and bound them all together, making them into a book. He put the book down on top of his desk and then turned around his wheel chair to face the clock. It was 2:00 am.
'I've been doing too much lately,' he thought, 'Maybe I should take a break. Just one day away won't hurt.'
And with that, he wheeled out of his study to take a much needed rest. But he left his book behind on the desk. Little did he know that he would regret it later...
________________________________________________________________
"GAH!" yelled Kurt as he ran down the hall of Charles Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters.
"I'm gonna rip your tail out and like use it for a belt you big jerk!"
"But Kitty! I swear I didn't eat your cheese!" Kurt yelled.
"Lance gave me that cheese!" screamed Kitty from behind him, "And I'm gonna get it back no matter what!"
"No way! I'm out of here!" and with that, Kurt teleported. But since he as kind of distracted by the ceramic plate flying at his head, he teleported blindly. As a result, he ended up landing in a heap.
"Ouch!" Kurt groaned as he picked himself up off the floor, "Where am I?"
As he looked around he realized he was in the Professor's study. It was a very nice room, large and lavishly decorated. Up against the far wall was an antique wooden bookcase and a burgundy sofa with some gold tassels. It placed so that the one sitting in it could have a nice view out the tall window that overlooked the forest and the cliff overlooking the bay. There were also some random busts set on pillars of John F. Kennedy, Mozart, and Plato and a few arm chairs here and there. But the most noticeable thing was the lovely wooden desk near the wall opposite of the bookcase. It was very large and instead of just stubby wooden pegs for legs it had lion paws. It was decorated with intricate designs and looked extremely expensive.
But aside from all these things, the thing that Kurt noticed most was what was on top of the desk. It was a book. But it wasn't really a book at all. It was just a large stack of papers bounded with metal rings. But still...
Kurt walked over to the desk and looked at the book. On the cover where the words "Who is Charles Xavier?" printed thick and black. 'Should I touch it?' he asked himself. Inside his mind he was debating with himself. 'The Professor wouldn't ever violate HIS privacy, so why should he violate his?' a little voice in the back of his head said. 'On the other hand,' said another voice, maybe the Prof. had left it out in the open on purpose in hopes that someone WOULD read it.
The latter voice in his head won and Kurt found himself picking the book up and examining it.
"Oh when I get my hand on him!" he could hear Kitty mumbling from outside the study door. "PROFESSOR!" she yelled as she knocked on the door, "Kurt's being a jerk and now I can find him!"
Kurt held his breath and stood very still, hoping she would just go away.
"Professor?" Kitty asked more calmly, "Are you in there?"
Getting impatient she phased through the door and locked eyes with the very same person she was looking for.
"YOU!" she screamed as she lunged at him.
"Eeep!" said Kurt as he jumped, dropping the book, and stuck to the ceiling out of her reach.
"Come down here right now!" Kitty yelled as she jumped up and down trying to reach him. Then she noticed the book on the floor.
"What's this?" she asked.
"If I tell you will you promise not to hurt me?"
"Fine, fine." she mumbled.
"Good," said Kurt as he jumped down and landed next to here, "It's a book that I found on the Professor's desk."
"What? And you just picked it up without permission? Do you have a conscience at all?" she asked, waving her arms at him, "First my cheese, then the Professor's book!"
"HEY! I wasn't the one who ate your cheese," he said defensively, "If you must know, it was Scott. He made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for him and Jean."
"Oh, sorry," she said, "Where is the Prof. anyway?"
Kurt thought for a minute, "I think Logan said something about him taking a little vacation.. But I can't remember where he said he was going."
"Well, I don't think we should read it," Kitty said, "That's a total violation of trust!"
"Yeah, I know." Kurt said looking at the ground.
"But...." she said more connivingly, "He's not here to catch us right ?"
They both looked at each other and then at the book on the floor.
"Soooo.. Who's gonna read it first?" Kurt asked slowely..
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HA HA HA HA HAAAAA! Cliffhanger! I HATE cliffhangers! But only when I'm the one reading the story, not when I'm the one writing it! But don't worry; I have this fic actually planned out, unlike my other ones so the chapters should come along pretty quickly. To pass the time why don't you visit my site?
And here's a little fun fact. The reason I had Scott make grilled cheese and tomato soup is because my brother's name is Scott and he used to eat grilled cheese and tomato soup ALL the time! It just seemed to fit.
To all my faithful friends and reviewers out there, keep on truckin!
~ZANNE