A Series of Unfortunate Saturdays, part the first: MY Post-DoR Fic.
Saturday, 6 am, Xavier Institute
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" There was a shift in the blankets on the bed as Rogue tried to find the sleep button on her alarm clock. A gloved hand reached out, and was just short of the digital menace. A sigh came from the depths of the comforters as the whole works shifted, then tented toward the top edge. A bleary-eyed head emerged and stared evilly at the clock she'd forgotten to reset the night before.
"Stupid clock" she muttered as she smacked the stop button.
The head submerged into the voluptuous covers, only to be excavated by further assault on Rogue's eardrums in the form of Kitty's alarm clock. Rogue grumbled and threw her blankets off, stalked over to the clock. It wasn't until then that she realized she had no idea how to work Kitty's clock. It didn't help that the buttons had no labels. Rogue, who was by now seriously miffed, unplugged the annoying appliance, muttering about having a roommate with an alarm clock that went off at 6 am on Saturday.
Rogue got most of the way back across the room before she realized she was wide awake. Rogue sighed and left for the kitchen while muttering about life in general.
When she got there she wasn't surprised to see Scott and Jean clearing away the remains of their oatmeal. Neither did the sight of Bobby digging through the cereal cupboard for more cocoa puffs shock her. She didn't even flinch when a blue furry guy in white pants appeared with a cloud of sulfurous smoke, right in front of her, blocking the fridge.
"Gut morgen." The cheerfulness in his voice made Rogue momentarily think of hitting him. Morning people irritated her.
"Mornin'. Since you're there, would ya mind handin' me the milk?" Rogue sounded irritated, probably because she was.
Kurt turned and dug through the leftovers, pondering his fate (which is to be perpetually getting on the nerves of the non-morning people). He eventually found the ever elusive milk jug. He poured two glasses, taking one with him as he went to get his cinnamon buns out of their hiding place. This caused Bobby to abandon his quest for the chocolatey food, and beg Kurt, who was temporarily revered as a breakfast god, and beg for a cinnamon bun. Rogue would have shaken her head at the Saturday morning routine, but she was drinking, and didn't like to wear her milk.
"Mail call." A gruff voice said.
Everyone turned to look at Logan as he handed out the assortment of magazines and envelopes.
"Popsicle."
Bobby went over and grabbed the 'Mad' magazine Logan held out to him.
"Red"
Jean used her telekinesis to bring her parent's letter and invitation to the academic awards to her.
"Half-pint"
"She's still asleep." Everyone looked over at Rogue, who looked like she couldn't care less.
"Um, thanks Stripes. Elf." Logan had never known Kurt to get a letter, and this one smelled very strongly.
"Was?"
"Letter with perfume on it for you."
"You're kidding, ja? Who vould send me a letter? Why did they put perfume on it? Where'd my last cinnamon bun go?" Everyone looked for Bobby, but he seemed to have taken the cinnamon bun with him to avoid capture.
"You going to read this or not, Elf?"
"I think I'll read it somewhere else."
"Good call." Logan turned back to his mail. "Stripes."
"Ah know Ah didn't get anythin.'"
"Yeah, take this to half-pint."
Rogue grabbed the letter and stalked back to her room, muttering about how life generally sucked. When she got there she saw Kitty was awake and already on the phone. Never mind that this was the girl who had kept Rogue up last night to talk to Lance, for five hours, about god-knows-what. Rogue was sorely tempted to shove the newest edition of 'Teen' magazine up the offending teenybopper's, er, nose.
"Like, what happened to my alarm clock? It was, like, unplugged when I woke up."
"Power surge. Here."
"Like wow! There's, like, an article on Justin Timberlake in this one. Amara you, like, totally have to get this one."
"You're usin' the phone to talk to Amara? She has the room next to ours for crying out loud! You could walk over there faster!"
"Rogue, could you, like, not yell? Amara can hear you."
Rogue was very mad right about then, and would have communicated this fact to Kitty in a violent way had Kurt not 'ported in between the two.
"Like, Kurt! I get, like, no privacy already, and now you like 'port in here without asking!"
"'Least he doesn't go into the bathroom while you're takin' a shower like a certain roommate Ah could mention." Rogue paused to glare at Kitty, "What the heck are ya doin' in here? We coulda been gettin' dressed for all you know."
[I'm not zat lucky]
"Sorry Rogue, Sorry Keety. I need to talk to you for a second Rogue, if Keety doesn't mind eating breakfast now."
Kitty looked shocked.
[Like, what would Kurt want to talk to her about?]
"Like, okay. 'Mara I'm going to, like, get some breakfast. Meet me in the kitchen." Kitty made her exit through the near-by wall.
"Okay Kurt what's up?"
"Vell, you remember ze letter I got zis morning, ja?"
"Yeah, it was only two minutes ago. What's it got to do with me?" [Ah hate evasive answers when someone asks to talk to you.]
"Ze letter was from Mystique. Ze perfume must have covered up her scent. She vants us to meet her in the park, on ze sculpture park, at nine."
"Ah hope ya mean us as in the X-men, an' not us as in you an' me."
"Ze second vone I'm afraid."
"Good mornin', yeah, sure right."
"Vone more thing. If we don't get a ride we have to start walking now."
"No one would give us a ride without askin' why. An' no way they'd leave if they knew we're meetin' Mystique."
"So we walk." Kurt said, already regretting getting up that morning.
[Vhy can't I just stay in bed? I'm going to start skipping Saturday altogether.]
[Great. She tries ta kill me, an' now Ah'm gonna go meet her pretty much alone. Not only that, but I'm walkin' too. Why must mah life continually suck?]
"Ah gotta get dressed, gimme five minutes."
Kurt 'ported out and Rogue turned to her dresser. She knew that it was a little too close to wash day (Sunday) to hope for much, but she wasn't asking for miracles, just clean clothes. She went to her dresser and began looking through the contents. She looked in her top drawer first. She saw five neatly folded tank tops in the right side, and on the left side, which usually had the green shirts she wore over her tank tops. Today was different though. Rogue slammed the drawer closed with a frustrated grunt.
She opened her second drawer and saw exactly what she hoped she'd see. Five pairs of tights and five mini-skirts, all neat and on their proper side. You wouldn't think Rogue's drawers were so organized looking at her half of the room, but she was actually working by a very trustworthy system. Clean clothes neatly sorted in her drawers, and dirty clothes where ever she dropped them. It hadn't failed her yet. She pulled out black tights instead of her usual green.
[Black to match mah mood]
Rogue looked at her bottom drawer. She knew there was nothing in there but pictures, CDs, and books. She went overs to her closet and was relieved to see a filmy sleeve follow the door as it opened. Rogue quickly got dressed, and was almost done with her make-up when Kurt 'ported in again, fully dressed.
"Ready?" Kurt looked down at his watch, as if being five minutes late for a semi-forced meeting was a crime.
"Yeah, guess so."
Rogue and Kurt had no problems exiting the house undetected, and would have made it out the gate without arousing suspicion, if Rogue had eaten breakfast. Halfway down the driveway her stomach growled, which got Logan's attention momentarily away from his motorcycle. He looked at the two would-be escapees like a hawk looks at rabbit kittens.
"Where are you two goin'?"
"Ze park. Zere's a book signing."
"Yeah." Rogue chimed in, trying to sound apathetic and failing.
"Really. What book?"
Rogue and Kurt answered at the same time.
"Harry Potter." was Kurt's idea, but Rogue said
"Anita Blake."
"Uh huh. Stripes I'm not surprised at you. Elf, why would you walk two hours to have a book signed?"
"Up ze collector's value?"
"Why don't I drive you?"
The two teenager looked at him with shock.
[No vay Logan offered to drive us.]
[There's no way Logan just offahed ta drive us.]
"Vhat's the catch?"
"I check the place out before I leave. You two smell guilty."
"That's fine with us, right Kurt?"
"Ja."
So, in the end, Kurt and Rogue lucked out. Another mutant didn't have quite as much luck as those two. . .
Saturday, 6 am, Xavier Institute
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" There was a shift in the blankets on the bed as Rogue tried to find the sleep button on her alarm clock. A gloved hand reached out, and was just short of the digital menace. A sigh came from the depths of the comforters as the whole works shifted, then tented toward the top edge. A bleary-eyed head emerged and stared evilly at the clock she'd forgotten to reset the night before.
"Stupid clock" she muttered as she smacked the stop button.
The head submerged into the voluptuous covers, only to be excavated by further assault on Rogue's eardrums in the form of Kitty's alarm clock. Rogue grumbled and threw her blankets off, stalked over to the clock. It wasn't until then that she realized she had no idea how to work Kitty's clock. It didn't help that the buttons had no labels. Rogue, who was by now seriously miffed, unplugged the annoying appliance, muttering about having a roommate with an alarm clock that went off at 6 am on Saturday.
Rogue got most of the way back across the room before she realized she was wide awake. Rogue sighed and left for the kitchen while muttering about life in general.
When she got there she wasn't surprised to see Scott and Jean clearing away the remains of their oatmeal. Neither did the sight of Bobby digging through the cereal cupboard for more cocoa puffs shock her. She didn't even flinch when a blue furry guy in white pants appeared with a cloud of sulfurous smoke, right in front of her, blocking the fridge.
"Gut morgen." The cheerfulness in his voice made Rogue momentarily think of hitting him. Morning people irritated her.
"Mornin'. Since you're there, would ya mind handin' me the milk?" Rogue sounded irritated, probably because she was.
Kurt turned and dug through the leftovers, pondering his fate (which is to be perpetually getting on the nerves of the non-morning people). He eventually found the ever elusive milk jug. He poured two glasses, taking one with him as he went to get his cinnamon buns out of their hiding place. This caused Bobby to abandon his quest for the chocolatey food, and beg Kurt, who was temporarily revered as a breakfast god, and beg for a cinnamon bun. Rogue would have shaken her head at the Saturday morning routine, but she was drinking, and didn't like to wear her milk.
"Mail call." A gruff voice said.
Everyone turned to look at Logan as he handed out the assortment of magazines and envelopes.
"Popsicle."
Bobby went over and grabbed the 'Mad' magazine Logan held out to him.
"Red"
Jean used her telekinesis to bring her parent's letter and invitation to the academic awards to her.
"Half-pint"
"She's still asleep." Everyone looked over at Rogue, who looked like she couldn't care less.
"Um, thanks Stripes. Elf." Logan had never known Kurt to get a letter, and this one smelled very strongly.
"Was?"
"Letter with perfume on it for you."
"You're kidding, ja? Who vould send me a letter? Why did they put perfume on it? Where'd my last cinnamon bun go?" Everyone looked for Bobby, but he seemed to have taken the cinnamon bun with him to avoid capture.
"You going to read this or not, Elf?"
"I think I'll read it somewhere else."
"Good call." Logan turned back to his mail. "Stripes."
"Ah know Ah didn't get anythin.'"
"Yeah, take this to half-pint."
Rogue grabbed the letter and stalked back to her room, muttering about how life generally sucked. When she got there she saw Kitty was awake and already on the phone. Never mind that this was the girl who had kept Rogue up last night to talk to Lance, for five hours, about god-knows-what. Rogue was sorely tempted to shove the newest edition of 'Teen' magazine up the offending teenybopper's, er, nose.
"Like, what happened to my alarm clock? It was, like, unplugged when I woke up."
"Power surge. Here."
"Like wow! There's, like, an article on Justin Timberlake in this one. Amara you, like, totally have to get this one."
"You're usin' the phone to talk to Amara? She has the room next to ours for crying out loud! You could walk over there faster!"
"Rogue, could you, like, not yell? Amara can hear you."
Rogue was very mad right about then, and would have communicated this fact to Kitty in a violent way had Kurt not 'ported in between the two.
"Like, Kurt! I get, like, no privacy already, and now you like 'port in here without asking!"
"'Least he doesn't go into the bathroom while you're takin' a shower like a certain roommate Ah could mention." Rogue paused to glare at Kitty, "What the heck are ya doin' in here? We coulda been gettin' dressed for all you know."
[I'm not zat lucky]
"Sorry Rogue, Sorry Keety. I need to talk to you for a second Rogue, if Keety doesn't mind eating breakfast now."
Kitty looked shocked.
[Like, what would Kurt want to talk to her about?]
"Like, okay. 'Mara I'm going to, like, get some breakfast. Meet me in the kitchen." Kitty made her exit through the near-by wall.
"Okay Kurt what's up?"
"Vell, you remember ze letter I got zis morning, ja?"
"Yeah, it was only two minutes ago. What's it got to do with me?" [Ah hate evasive answers when someone asks to talk to you.]
"Ze letter was from Mystique. Ze perfume must have covered up her scent. She vants us to meet her in the park, on ze sculpture park, at nine."
"Ah hope ya mean us as in the X-men, an' not us as in you an' me."
"Ze second vone I'm afraid."
"Good mornin', yeah, sure right."
"Vone more thing. If we don't get a ride we have to start walking now."
"No one would give us a ride without askin' why. An' no way they'd leave if they knew we're meetin' Mystique."
"So we walk." Kurt said, already regretting getting up that morning.
[Vhy can't I just stay in bed? I'm going to start skipping Saturday altogether.]
[Great. She tries ta kill me, an' now Ah'm gonna go meet her pretty much alone. Not only that, but I'm walkin' too. Why must mah life continually suck?]
"Ah gotta get dressed, gimme five minutes."
Kurt 'ported out and Rogue turned to her dresser. She knew that it was a little too close to wash day (Sunday) to hope for much, but she wasn't asking for miracles, just clean clothes. She went to her dresser and began looking through the contents. She looked in her top drawer first. She saw five neatly folded tank tops in the right side, and on the left side, which usually had the green shirts she wore over her tank tops. Today was different though. Rogue slammed the drawer closed with a frustrated grunt.
She opened her second drawer and saw exactly what she hoped she'd see. Five pairs of tights and five mini-skirts, all neat and on their proper side. You wouldn't think Rogue's drawers were so organized looking at her half of the room, but she was actually working by a very trustworthy system. Clean clothes neatly sorted in her drawers, and dirty clothes where ever she dropped them. It hadn't failed her yet. She pulled out black tights instead of her usual green.
[Black to match mah mood]
Rogue looked at her bottom drawer. She knew there was nothing in there but pictures, CDs, and books. She went overs to her closet and was relieved to see a filmy sleeve follow the door as it opened. Rogue quickly got dressed, and was almost done with her make-up when Kurt 'ported in again, fully dressed.
"Ready?" Kurt looked down at his watch, as if being five minutes late for a semi-forced meeting was a crime.
"Yeah, guess so."
Rogue and Kurt had no problems exiting the house undetected, and would have made it out the gate without arousing suspicion, if Rogue had eaten breakfast. Halfway down the driveway her stomach growled, which got Logan's attention momentarily away from his motorcycle. He looked at the two would-be escapees like a hawk looks at rabbit kittens.
"Where are you two goin'?"
"Ze park. Zere's a book signing."
"Yeah." Rogue chimed in, trying to sound apathetic and failing.
"Really. What book?"
Rogue and Kurt answered at the same time.
"Harry Potter." was Kurt's idea, but Rogue said
"Anita Blake."
"Uh huh. Stripes I'm not surprised at you. Elf, why would you walk two hours to have a book signed?"
"Up ze collector's value?"
"Why don't I drive you?"
The two teenager looked at him with shock.
[No vay Logan offered to drive us.]
[There's no way Logan just offahed ta drive us.]
"Vhat's the catch?"
"I check the place out before I leave. You two smell guilty."
"That's fine with us, right Kurt?"
"Ja."
So, in the end, Kurt and Rogue lucked out. Another mutant didn't have quite as much luck as those two. . .