Chapter 1: Wanda's Stud
Disclaimer: I own nothing so far, but I'm keeping my hopes up!
It was a beautiful morning-well as beautiful as a morning could be at the BoM's house.
It was the typical beginning to a typical day with the BoM. Blob was parked in front of the tube (tv) with a bowl of cereal watching cartoons, while Toad sat on the couch staring into space. Pietro was zooming around the grounds and Lance had already left for work.
Wanda was in the kitchen reading a magazine by the sink when Pietro came in through the back door.
"Oh, Wanda I didn't know you were in here," he said coming to a complete stop and walked over to the fridge.
She watched her brother walk over and open the door.
Pietro looked over at his twin; it was odd that she hadn't responded to him, "You look a little pale-here." He handed her a glass of orange juice.
Wanda took the glass a little hesitantly, but drank from it all the same-
PPPPPPPHHHHhhhhhhhttttttttt!
Just as quickly as she took the juice into her mouth she spit in into the sink.
"What?!" asked Pietro rather bewildered at his twin's reaction, "Is it expired?"
That's when Pietro looked in the sink, "Oh my God! Where did all that blood come from?!"
Sure enough the orange liquid that coated the sink was tinted red.
"C'mon," he pulled her toward the door.
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Meanwhile at the Xavier Institute things were heating up and not in the romantic sense-but just sit tight it should by the last chapter!
"Damn it, Kurt, I'm going to turn you into a throw rug!" yelled Kitty as she chased the Fuzzy Dude around outside through the sprinkler system.
BAMF!
Kurt ported on to a lawn chair, "Easy, Kitty-Vould it help if I said I vas really, really sorry?!"
She lunged for the chair-
BAMF!
"Like hold still!" shouted Kitty.
"Kitty, I swear I-"
"Eye-Yai-Yai-Shee-YA!" screamed Kitty doing her best Xena the Warrior Princess battle cry.
"Mein Gott," yelped Kurt as Kitty pounced on him.
BAMF!
Both parties disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"The hell was that about?" asked Logan as he drank his coffee in the foyer.
"Oh, Kurt hacked into Kitty's computer and read her diary again," stated Rogue nonchalantly as she flipped through a scary story anthology.
"I never knew she could get that pissed," remarked Logan.
"Ah nevah new she watched Xena," said Rogue trembling a bit.
"Sooo-" Logan trailed off a bit, "When's Gumbo gonna show up?"
SLAM!-Rogue threw the book shut.
"Look, Logan, the Prof. an' Buckethead may have made it a rule that Gambit and Ah spend half an hour everyday in the commons room of each team evah since that incident (Bushwhacked ref.), but they didn't specify a tiahme. So unless if you want meh to kick another field goal-(another Bushwhacked ref.-Mwahahaha!)"
"Fine," growled Wolverine.
~Meanwhile up stairs~
BAM!-Jean mentally blasted her door shut.
"Scott, I am perfectly capable of choosing my own outfit!" yelled the telepath in a dangerous tone.
"I don't see how," reasoned Scott, "It's chaos in that closet: jeans, capris, shorts, hot pants, Daisy Dukes, long sleeve shirts, ¾ sleeve shits, T-shirts, tube tops and every style of shoe known to man all mixed together!-I'd be more than happy to organize it for you!"
Jean groaned inwardly-Why had she let her telepathic guard down when went to brush her teeth?! She should have know the result would have been catastrophic!
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And now back to the twins-who were at this moment rapidly approaching their father's hide out.
Once inside they shook off the snow and headed toward the commons room where Colossus and St. John were sitting on the couch watching cartoons on two separate channels using the picture in picture function, but enough about them for now anyway.
"Hey, Shi-er-Wanda," Pyro greeted.
"Where's Magneto?" asked Pi frantically.
"In a meeting, Comrade, why?" asked Colossus.
"Thanks," said Pietro over his shoulder.
"I wouldn't, Mate!" warned St. John, "He said the only reason to bug 'im would be if Apocalypse was beatin' down the front door."
"This is worth the risk," said Pietro dragging his sister behind him, "grab a roll of paper towels and follow us!"
BANG!-Pietro kicked the door to the conference room wide open.
"Pietro, what is the meaning of this?!" roared the Master of Magnetism.
"Trust me," assured Quicksilver, "This is an emergency!"
"It had better be," growled his father.
"Here's those towels you wanted, Mate," said John running up to the threshold with Piotr at his heels.
*COUGH*-Wanda spit a mouthful of blood into her hand.
"Christ!" exclaimed Creed, "What were you little morons doin'?!"
"Here, I'll take those," Mystique took the roll of paper towels and attempted to clean Wanda up, "Colossus, go get a dishtowel!" yelled Mystique.
"Right," said Colossus running for the kitchen.
"Open your mouth," said Mystique wadding up quite of few sheets of the paper towel.
Wanda shook her head "No."
"No?!-What do you mean 'No'?!-You're bleeding everywhere!"
Wanda froze for a minute and then reluctantly opened her mouth-
"A TONGUE STUD?!" yelled Mystique.
(AN: Oh, come on you know me better than that!-I'm a sucker for double meanings-Mwahahaha!)
~5 Minutes Later~
Both the adults and the kids were sitting at conference table. Magneto had removed said tongue stud with the aid of his powers. The bloody piece of metal sat in front of him on a napkin.
"Care to tell us why you had your tongue pierced?" asked her father, trying with every fiber of his being to remain seemingly calm.
Wanda who had a folded up paper towel on either side of her tongue picked up a piece of paper and a pen and wrote, "I don't see how that's important."
"Humor me," Magneto narrowed his eyes.
Wanda looked over at John-well, more like his belt buckle-and wrote, "It's kind of personal."
(AN: MWAHAHAHAHA!)
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Thank you, all for being so patient. I'm sorry it took so long, but I used this time interval between tales to work on another story or two.
I'm Clinically Insane-
Thanks for droppin' by!
Disclaimer: I own nothing so far, but I'm keeping my hopes up!
It was a beautiful morning-well as beautiful as a morning could be at the BoM's house.
It was the typical beginning to a typical day with the BoM. Blob was parked in front of the tube (tv) with a bowl of cereal watching cartoons, while Toad sat on the couch staring into space. Pietro was zooming around the grounds and Lance had already left for work.
Wanda was in the kitchen reading a magazine by the sink when Pietro came in through the back door.
"Oh, Wanda I didn't know you were in here," he said coming to a complete stop and walked over to the fridge.
She watched her brother walk over and open the door.
Pietro looked over at his twin; it was odd that she hadn't responded to him, "You look a little pale-here." He handed her a glass of orange juice.
Wanda took the glass a little hesitantly, but drank from it all the same-
PPPPPPPHHHHhhhhhhhttttttttt!
Just as quickly as she took the juice into her mouth she spit in into the sink.
"What?!" asked Pietro rather bewildered at his twin's reaction, "Is it expired?"
That's when Pietro looked in the sink, "Oh my God! Where did all that blood come from?!"
Sure enough the orange liquid that coated the sink was tinted red.
"C'mon," he pulled her toward the door.
-------------
Meanwhile at the Xavier Institute things were heating up and not in the romantic sense-but just sit tight it should by the last chapter!
"Damn it, Kurt, I'm going to turn you into a throw rug!" yelled Kitty as she chased the Fuzzy Dude around outside through the sprinkler system.
BAMF!
Kurt ported on to a lawn chair, "Easy, Kitty-Vould it help if I said I vas really, really sorry?!"
She lunged for the chair-
BAMF!
"Like hold still!" shouted Kitty.
"Kitty, I swear I-"
"Eye-Yai-Yai-Shee-YA!" screamed Kitty doing her best Xena the Warrior Princess battle cry.
"Mein Gott," yelped Kurt as Kitty pounced on him.
BAMF!
Both parties disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"The hell was that about?" asked Logan as he drank his coffee in the foyer.
"Oh, Kurt hacked into Kitty's computer and read her diary again," stated Rogue nonchalantly as she flipped through a scary story anthology.
"I never knew she could get that pissed," remarked Logan.
"Ah nevah new she watched Xena," said Rogue trembling a bit.
"Sooo-" Logan trailed off a bit, "When's Gumbo gonna show up?"
SLAM!-Rogue threw the book shut.
"Look, Logan, the Prof. an' Buckethead may have made it a rule that Gambit and Ah spend half an hour everyday in the commons room of each team evah since that incident (Bushwhacked ref.), but they didn't specify a tiahme. So unless if you want meh to kick another field goal-(another Bushwhacked ref.-Mwahahaha!)"
"Fine," growled Wolverine.
~Meanwhile up stairs~
BAM!-Jean mentally blasted her door shut.
"Scott, I am perfectly capable of choosing my own outfit!" yelled the telepath in a dangerous tone.
"I don't see how," reasoned Scott, "It's chaos in that closet: jeans, capris, shorts, hot pants, Daisy Dukes, long sleeve shirts, ¾ sleeve shits, T-shirts, tube tops and every style of shoe known to man all mixed together!-I'd be more than happy to organize it for you!"
Jean groaned inwardly-Why had she let her telepathic guard down when went to brush her teeth?! She should have know the result would have been catastrophic!
-------------
And now back to the twins-who were at this moment rapidly approaching their father's hide out.
Once inside they shook off the snow and headed toward the commons room where Colossus and St. John were sitting on the couch watching cartoons on two separate channels using the picture in picture function, but enough about them for now anyway.
"Hey, Shi-er-Wanda," Pyro greeted.
"Where's Magneto?" asked Pi frantically.
"In a meeting, Comrade, why?" asked Colossus.
"Thanks," said Pietro over his shoulder.
"I wouldn't, Mate!" warned St. John, "He said the only reason to bug 'im would be if Apocalypse was beatin' down the front door."
"This is worth the risk," said Pietro dragging his sister behind him, "grab a roll of paper towels and follow us!"
BANG!-Pietro kicked the door to the conference room wide open.
"Pietro, what is the meaning of this?!" roared the Master of Magnetism.
"Trust me," assured Quicksilver, "This is an emergency!"
"It had better be," growled his father.
"Here's those towels you wanted, Mate," said John running up to the threshold with Piotr at his heels.
*COUGH*-Wanda spit a mouthful of blood into her hand.
"Christ!" exclaimed Creed, "What were you little morons doin'?!"
"Here, I'll take those," Mystique took the roll of paper towels and attempted to clean Wanda up, "Colossus, go get a dishtowel!" yelled Mystique.
"Right," said Colossus running for the kitchen.
"Open your mouth," said Mystique wadding up quite of few sheets of the paper towel.
Wanda shook her head "No."
"No?!-What do you mean 'No'?!-You're bleeding everywhere!"
Wanda froze for a minute and then reluctantly opened her mouth-
"A TONGUE STUD?!" yelled Mystique.
(AN: Oh, come on you know me better than that!-I'm a sucker for double meanings-Mwahahaha!)
~5 Minutes Later~
Both the adults and the kids were sitting at conference table. Magneto had removed said tongue stud with the aid of his powers. The bloody piece of metal sat in front of him on a napkin.
"Care to tell us why you had your tongue pierced?" asked her father, trying with every fiber of his being to remain seemingly calm.
Wanda who had a folded up paper towel on either side of her tongue picked up a piece of paper and a pen and wrote, "I don't see how that's important."
"Humor me," Magneto narrowed his eyes.
Wanda looked over at John-well, more like his belt buckle-and wrote, "It's kind of personal."
(AN: MWAHAHAHAHA!)
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Thank you, all for being so patient. I'm sorry it took so long, but I used this time interval between tales to work on another story or two.
I'm Clinically Insane-
Thanks for droppin' by!