Title: Invincible 4: Who's Coming Over?!

Author: Monica

Series: Invincible

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I think I forgot this in the other ones, so here it goes. I don't own any of these characters, Marvel does.

Summary: A bit more into the future than the other ones. Ororo brings home a guest for dinner. Scott and Remy aren't too pleased.  This is just fluff while I'm trying to get through finals.

Remy hated math. He liked to have a little wiggle room when you got to the end. Math was too constricting. He was glaring at the page of calculus, willing it to ignite and turn to ash.

                Across the table, Scott wasn't doing much better. Scott hated literature. He hated that there were a hundred ways to say 'happy' and two hundred ways to say 'sad.' Why can't people just say what they mean instead of wading through similes and metaphors? He sighed dejectedly at the essay outline he was supposed to complete.

                Ororo rolled her eyes as the boys sat at the kitchen table and switched homework. Scott was taking courses at the local junior college and Remy was a junior in high school. She had calmly passed down Scott's offer to join in some classes, remarking that someone needed to be the breadwinner. He was so excited he took her out to dinner - with dessert and everything.

                "Don't you need to learn that?" she asked, peering over Scott's shoulder at the complicated formulas that looked like the ABC's went through a blender.

                Remy wrinkled his nose at the comment. "It's only homework. I pass all the tests and I know the stuff, I jus' don' like it. Homework is jus' busy work anyway, t' keep the kids off the street or somet'ing."

                Scott zipped through the page of equations while they were talking. He now leaned back and freed Remy from Ororo's inquisition. "How was work 'Ro?" Just the question made Scott smile. Ever since she'd been promoted to manager of the diner, he'd been able to quit two of his jobs. He liked helping out the garage, though.

                She blushed. Scott and Remy stared at the spots of color that appeared on her cheeks and began to laugh.

                "Sheriff Logan came by?" Remy had the nerve to ask. She slapped the back of his lightly and glared at him.

                "Actually, he did and I invited him to dinner." The laughter stopped immediately. Ororo noted the two pairs of wide eyes with satisfaction. There was silence for a few moments as jaws worked soundlessly to reconnect with the brain.

                "You didn't!" Scott said, disappointed that with all the thoughts running through his head, this was the one that came out.      

                "A cop? Here?" Remy squeaked.

                "Are you out of your mind? You don't cook!" Scott said. That's not what he meant to say. He furrowed his brow, trying to concentrate on becoming the calm, cool guy that he normally was. A cop? Honestly!

                Ororo put on her sweetest smile and turned towards Remy. "You know how much I love that Italian dish you make. I brought home all the ingredients, fresh."

                Remy groaned. She knew he wouldn't say no to her. Especially when she pouted like that. He protested halfheartedly, knowing he was doomed.

                "Y' know he hates me." Even as he spoke, he shoved Hamlet to the side and started poking around in the bag she had dropped in the middle of the table.

                "And me," Scott piped up. He stared down at the paper he'd have to write now.

                "He doesn't hate you guys. He may have been a little suspicious in the past about certain things that seemed to happen when you – we – were around. Just promise me that you'll be nice, okay?" They stared stupidly after her as she glided around the house. Humming.

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                "No, 'Ro. I am not wearing that," Remy said, backing away from the offending object.

                "Remy!"

                "'Ro! The guy doesn' care if I have a tie on! Go bot'er Scottie." Ororo opened her mouth as if to reply, but she interrupted by a knock.

                "Ahh!" Remy quickly escaped to the living room and plopped himself down next to Scott. Their scowls matched as they watched 'Ro fix her skirt. When did the smart-ass become so infuriatingly female?

A/N: Part 2 will be coming up tomorrow (the dinner). I promised my sister I'd post today, so here it is. Also, for those watching for Convergence and/or Family Ties That Bind, I've had a hellish month so I haven't done anything on these stories. Finals are finally finished, projects have been presented, and I'm going home so my sister will ride my ass to get something out in the next week. Thanks for hanging in there. As always, please review this story! I love getting feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks!!!