Authors note: WOW!! Look at that, a fic that ISN'T about gambit. I think
hell has frozen over. Annnyway, I don't really know anything about Jamie,
or Jamie's powers or much of Jamie's life. I haven't even seen him in the
cartoon that much. I've never even read a comic with Jamie in it. But I've
read lots of Jamie fics so I guess its ok. I fiddled a bit with Jamie's
powers and his history but this is EVO( and I can do whatever I want. I
know this chapter is pretty short but I'm practically incapable of writing
anything of real length with out taking forever. I'm just too lazy.
Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to think of a witty disclaimer right now. just think it would you?
Jamie Madrox stood in the doorway and glared at the three people in front of him.
"What do you want?" he snapped. Jamie didn't usually open the door to people, but something about the pretty lady with the white hair and dark skin had made him feel at ease. That didn't mean that he had to be nice though.
"Is this the Madrox residence?" said one of the pretty lady's companions, a somewhat short, perky, girl with a brown ponytail.
"Yeah." He glared harder and hoped they weren't social workers.
"Are your parents home Jamie?" asked the pretty lady.
"No they'll be out for a while," more like forever, "can I help you with something?" He didn't stop glaring but it never hurt to be polite.
"Yes." Said the pretty woman regally, "May we come in?"
Jamie mentally glanced around for duplicates, but only found about five or so outside feeding the animals. It would definitely not be fun to have a completely stranger bump into two or three of his clones. After debating the idea for a couple minutes, Jamie nodded and stepped aside, letting them in.
"Come on in."
The talkative girl with the ponytail whistled as they came through the door. "Wow." She said, "This is one clean house."
"Yeah." Mom was a total neat freak, and Jamie wanted everything to be perfect if. no, when she came back. It hadn't been that hard, he'd had all his dupes to help after all, and he'd been able to keep the house clean and the farm working with their help. Although the extra sensory input he got when he reabsorbed them all had knocked him out a couple times.
The third girl, a quiet Goth with twin streaks of white in her hair, moved towards the small door in the den marked 'lab'.
"Don't go in there!" he snapped. The girl's hand jerked away from the knob and his glare got a little stronger.
The two teenagers and the pretty woman sat down on the living room couch and Jamie perched nervously on the edge of a chair to hear what they had to say.
"My name is Ororo Munroe also known as Storm." Started the pretty lady; "I am an instructor at the Xavier Institute for the Gifted. This is Kitty and Rogue, they are students at the institute."
"And?" Jamie asked, relieved that they weren't social workers but still on guard.
Ororo folded her hands in her lap and favored him with an intense stare. "We know about your gifts Jamie," she said, "And we want to help you control them." Jamie's mind went into overload. They knew about his power. They knew! Did they know about his parent's too? Were they going to take him away to 'get his powers under control' and then dump him in a foster home when they found out that his mom had left three months ago. He was mindless with panic, completely frozen to the spot, when he noticed the small folder that Ororo had placed on the coffee table for him.
"Talk to your parents about attending, we'll visit later if you decide to come."
"Oh, okay." Jamie stifled a sigh. They wouldn't take him anywhere without parental permission, and Jamie was pretty sure he wouldn't be getting any. "I'll ask my...uh... parents." Right, if his mother was still alive she sure as hell didn't care, and his dad. . . Jamie didn't like to think about that.
"It'll be, like, totally great to have a new student around," Said Kitty. Rogue rolled her eyes at the other girl's enthusiasm. Jamie ushered them to the door,
"Yeah, yeah," He muttered. Ororo and Kitty walked out to the car but the Goth, Rogue he reminded himself, hesitated a moment before leaving.
"Listen," she said to him, making sure Ororo couldn't hear them. "I know you don't want to come to the institute. But would you at least think about it? They may not be the easiest people to live with and the danger room session's suck, but they really want to help. It's better than the alternative right?"
Jamie smiled at her. The first person he had really spoken to like a person (besides himself of course) for months.
"Yeah, I'll think about it."
She smiled, a thing he figured she didn't do often, and ran to the car. He had already shut the door by the time the car had pulled away from the curb.
"You!" he said, jabbing a finger at a random dupe. "Look these over would you?" The dupe nodded and took the files he had been given by Ororo and the two girls and jogging off to his, their, room to read in peace.
A dupe was straightening out the pillows that the three visitors had been sitting on. Another one was polishing the coffee table. Jamie moved into the field in the back of the house. Three dupes were struggling to work his dad's farming machinery. They had managed to plant two fields without ruining anything. Jamie figured that was about the most they could do. One dupe was leaning against a tree, breathing hard. He was pale as death.
"Tired?" Jamie asked, coming up beside his duplicate. The dupe nodded.
"Rest." Jamie told himself, the dupe smiled and reabsorbed, leaving Jamie with the strange feeling of having duel memories and not knowing if he had absorbed the duplicate or if the duplicate had absorbed him.
'How do I know I'm not a dupe?' He thought to himself as he took the dupe's place under the tree.
A mental nudge drew his attention to his bedroom window. The dupe, no the Jamie (he couldn't be sure if it was a dupe or not) sent him an image of the brochure he had received. It told of the campus and the students and the way they helped the mutants there. It also told of Charles Xavier.
'Maybe he can tell which of us is a dupe. It might be worth it just for that.' Thought Jamie as he watched himself wash a window for the third time that week.
Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to think of a witty disclaimer right now. just think it would you?
Jamie Madrox stood in the doorway and glared at the three people in front of him.
"What do you want?" he snapped. Jamie didn't usually open the door to people, but something about the pretty lady with the white hair and dark skin had made him feel at ease. That didn't mean that he had to be nice though.
"Is this the Madrox residence?" said one of the pretty lady's companions, a somewhat short, perky, girl with a brown ponytail.
"Yeah." He glared harder and hoped they weren't social workers.
"Are your parents home Jamie?" asked the pretty lady.
"No they'll be out for a while," more like forever, "can I help you with something?" He didn't stop glaring but it never hurt to be polite.
"Yes." Said the pretty woman regally, "May we come in?"
Jamie mentally glanced around for duplicates, but only found about five or so outside feeding the animals. It would definitely not be fun to have a completely stranger bump into two or three of his clones. After debating the idea for a couple minutes, Jamie nodded and stepped aside, letting them in.
"Come on in."
The talkative girl with the ponytail whistled as they came through the door. "Wow." She said, "This is one clean house."
"Yeah." Mom was a total neat freak, and Jamie wanted everything to be perfect if. no, when she came back. It hadn't been that hard, he'd had all his dupes to help after all, and he'd been able to keep the house clean and the farm working with their help. Although the extra sensory input he got when he reabsorbed them all had knocked him out a couple times.
The third girl, a quiet Goth with twin streaks of white in her hair, moved towards the small door in the den marked 'lab'.
"Don't go in there!" he snapped. The girl's hand jerked away from the knob and his glare got a little stronger.
The two teenagers and the pretty woman sat down on the living room couch and Jamie perched nervously on the edge of a chair to hear what they had to say.
"My name is Ororo Munroe also known as Storm." Started the pretty lady; "I am an instructor at the Xavier Institute for the Gifted. This is Kitty and Rogue, they are students at the institute."
"And?" Jamie asked, relieved that they weren't social workers but still on guard.
Ororo folded her hands in her lap and favored him with an intense stare. "We know about your gifts Jamie," she said, "And we want to help you control them." Jamie's mind went into overload. They knew about his power. They knew! Did they know about his parent's too? Were they going to take him away to 'get his powers under control' and then dump him in a foster home when they found out that his mom had left three months ago. He was mindless with panic, completely frozen to the spot, when he noticed the small folder that Ororo had placed on the coffee table for him.
"Talk to your parents about attending, we'll visit later if you decide to come."
"Oh, okay." Jamie stifled a sigh. They wouldn't take him anywhere without parental permission, and Jamie was pretty sure he wouldn't be getting any. "I'll ask my...uh... parents." Right, if his mother was still alive she sure as hell didn't care, and his dad. . . Jamie didn't like to think about that.
"It'll be, like, totally great to have a new student around," Said Kitty. Rogue rolled her eyes at the other girl's enthusiasm. Jamie ushered them to the door,
"Yeah, yeah," He muttered. Ororo and Kitty walked out to the car but the Goth, Rogue he reminded himself, hesitated a moment before leaving.
"Listen," she said to him, making sure Ororo couldn't hear them. "I know you don't want to come to the institute. But would you at least think about it? They may not be the easiest people to live with and the danger room session's suck, but they really want to help. It's better than the alternative right?"
Jamie smiled at her. The first person he had really spoken to like a person (besides himself of course) for months.
"Yeah, I'll think about it."
She smiled, a thing he figured she didn't do often, and ran to the car. He had already shut the door by the time the car had pulled away from the curb.
"You!" he said, jabbing a finger at a random dupe. "Look these over would you?" The dupe nodded and took the files he had been given by Ororo and the two girls and jogging off to his, their, room to read in peace.
A dupe was straightening out the pillows that the three visitors had been sitting on. Another one was polishing the coffee table. Jamie moved into the field in the back of the house. Three dupes were struggling to work his dad's farming machinery. They had managed to plant two fields without ruining anything. Jamie figured that was about the most they could do. One dupe was leaning against a tree, breathing hard. He was pale as death.
"Tired?" Jamie asked, coming up beside his duplicate. The dupe nodded.
"Rest." Jamie told himself, the dupe smiled and reabsorbed, leaving Jamie with the strange feeling of having duel memories and not knowing if he had absorbed the duplicate or if the duplicate had absorbed him.
'How do I know I'm not a dupe?' He thought to himself as he took the dupe's place under the tree.
A mental nudge drew his attention to his bedroom window. The dupe, no the Jamie (he couldn't be sure if it was a dupe or not) sent him an image of the brochure he had received. It told of the campus and the students and the way they helped the mutants there. It also told of Charles Xavier.
'Maybe he can tell which of us is a dupe. It might be worth it just for that.' Thought Jamie as he watched himself wash a window for the third time that week.
