Summer Daze
By Princess Alexandria
Chapter 1
"What is it?" Scott yelled over the noise while staring at the swirling light on the front lawn, his body tense and ready for battle. Wind whipped his hair and tossed leaves and small branches from the nearby woods into the air.
"What you asking me for bub?" Logan said while using one hand to shelter his cigar. Scott turned to look past Logan to see Hank, the man he'd thought was standing next to him. It didn't sit well with him that he hadn't known that. He needed to know where his people were.
The flash of light drew his attention back at the anomaly, right before it flared out, knocking him to the ground.
"Oh man, feel that rush." A new voice spoke a little shakily. "I hope I made a right turn at Albuquerque." The female's voice chuckled and Scott stood up to face her.
The woman in front of him had shoulder length brown shaggy hair and tan skin. She looked a little like a beach bum, in a tight tshirt that said Mutant? Where, it had the sleeves ripped off. Her shorts were long and baggy with pockets everywhere. She was looking around at the mansion with a slight frown was on her face. "Or was that a left at Albuquerque?" She spoke more quietly.
"Who are you and what are you doing here." He took a step closer to her, and watched as she ran her eyes over him, staring into his glasses. Her own were sitting on top of her head, holding her hair out of her face by acting like a hair band.
Her voice took on a mock deeper tone as she grinned at him. "I am from the future, take me to your leader." She glanced around at Logan and Jean while shaking her head. "Hey what year is it anyway? I think I screwed up. I knew I shouldn't have skipped so many Math classes. I totally blew the equation, didn't I?" She was muttering to herself and Scott just stared at her. Her voice rose again. "So this is the mansion at least. What year?"
………
"The future." Scott shook his head as he stared into the danger room, and the detainment center they'd put the woman, who only called herself Dayz.
"Oh there's more." Hank said and Scott wearily turned his head to see the doctor. "I did a scan of her DNA."
Her voice traveled up to the control center through wires and extraterrestrial high tech circuitry. "Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm beggin of ya please don't take my man. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, please don't take him just because you can." She sang in an exaggerated country drawl.
"She's a Summers." Hank's voice was flat and Scott turned to stare at him.
Chapter 2
Dayz stood at the end of the hall with Scott waiting for the elevator. "Guess you all decided I'm safe as a teddy bear?" She asked while swaying left and right, a little bored. Her stay in the home made cell hadn't even included a magazine.
"Jury is still out on that." His voice was as stiff as his back. Dayz hated people like that, too serious by far. When the elevator started to move she let her knees buckle and moved toward the floor.
"Whoa, powerful." She spoke in a deeper voice, slowly. "Will we reach the moon soon?" Her voice went a little higher, "Straight to the moon Alice." She'd watched a lot of TV in her life. Scott seemed to become even more rigid if that was even possible. "Who, careful, you might snap your poor butt squeezing it that tight. Can't be good for that stick up there."
She turned with a grin, pretending not to see his outraged expression, and stepped out of the stopped elevator into a very nice hallway with more wood than a forest. "Oh, poor dead trees." She muttered and took a few more steps towards the two other men waiting outside an opened door. He moved to her side and she moved to the right. "Oh sorry, lead the way stick boy."
"My name is Scott." His voice held a bit of a growl.
"Of course stick boy." Dayz nodded and turned her attention to the other men. "Hanky Panky! How's it hangin?"
No one smiled at her, well directly at her, Dayz noticed the pretty redhead had a small smirk on her lips as Dayz spoke to the men. "Heya pretty." Dayz spoke slowly and moved to sit in the chair next to the redhead. "So what's a pretty lady like you doing hanging out with these boring guys?"
"We are here," Stick boy's voice rose as he moved toward the older bald man in the room Dayz hadn't even noticed, "to get some answers as to how and why you are here."
"Well, my mama," Dayz started to speak in a southern accent, "was a lusty thing and when she saw my papa that first time she must of said, whoa, that's a stallion I gotta ride."
"That is enough." The older man interrupted her.
"But it was just getting to the good part." Dayz gave her best Daisy Duke impression. "Rosco, surely you want to hear the good part?"
"We'd rather have some names." The bald man said.
"I dub thee," Dayz tilted her head a little and studied him. "Sally, so lets Sally Forth. What is Sally Forth anyhow?" She turned to look at the others in the room, a question in her eyes.
"I already have a name. It's Charles Xavier." He spoke so calmly, it drew her attention back to him. "We'd like to know yours."
"Dayz," She smiled, accepting a temporary defeat. "Dayz Pryor-Grey." All sound stopped in the room, but she continued to talk. "Well, course my mama didn't name me Dayz, no she came up with something boring, dull and boring, so I tell everyone to call me Dayz."
She looked around and sighed theatrically. "Oh I see, you guys are all embarrassed because I'm my own cousin aren't you?"