Chapter 1: Aftermath
Kurt grumbled angrily as he attempted to pick the remnants of slime from his fur that hadn't come off in the twenty or so showers that he had taken since the end of the battle. Everyone understood the necessity of his showering so much but that hadn't stopped the torrent of angry yelling in his direction from various occupants of the household for using all the hot water.
While Kurt's worries were only cosmetic others were more serious. Ororo Monroe was in the Medical Lab, wake and feeling fine other then slight pain from her fall but Beast refused to release her until he had run more tests. Jean was in the bed next to her, Hank had run tests on her first when they came in and had a slight concussion but was otherwise fine. Though Scott had asked that she be allowed to awaken in her own room Beast refused to release her until she was conscious.
Scott sat back in the couch in the Rec. Room, holding an ice pack to his jaw as he watched the channels being flipped through on the TV by an angry Rogue that sat in at the other end as she scowled forward, most likely thinking of her inability to catch the speedster the night before.
Laura's only reaction to the entire battle was rage at Gambit's interference and had been slashing her way through danger room sessions all morning. Kitty sat at the kitchen table, poking at her breakfast with her fork, a slight glare worn on her face as she thought of Quicksilver and his stupid speed.
Piotr on the other hand was completely fine, not angry, not hurt, he merely stood before Charles Xavier in his office, Logan standing behind him in the corner of the room. The Professor had offered him a seat but looking at it he was afraid he would break the thing if he had so he decided to stand.
"Why did you help us last night Mr. Rasputin?" Xavier asked calmly as he looked up at the man.
"Simple. Magneto made promises then he left, abandoned us, I believe you to be good people, I decided to help the good of my own will rather than to join the misguided ways of the Brotherhood." Piotr stated mater-o-factly.
"I see." Xavier interlinked his fingers before him as he rested his elbows upon the desk, thinking. (Quick AN: From now on 'cause I suck at describing this I'm gonna be calling this his "classic thinking pose") "Does this mean that you wish to join us here at the Institute after all?"
The colossal man nodded but was quick to add, "But if I join then you must help me locate my sister. That is the promise Magneto made, but since he fled he either intends to bar my path to my sister or knows nothing."
With a slight smile Xavier nodded and leaned back in his chair. "Welcome to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Piotr Rasputin. Logan will escort you to your room so that you may become more situated."
-Brotherhood House-
Blood soaked bandages sat piled on the coffee table as Fred sat on the on the couch just looking at his bloodied hands and busted open knuckles, as if he couldn't believe it. But before he could move to touch the knuckles to make sure they instantly re-wrapped as if he were wearing fingerless gloves of white and being glared at by Pietro. "Quit-doing-that!" He spat out rapidly before sitting down next to him on the couch, snatching up the remote, and turning on the television.
Wanda was locked in her room sitting on her bed wearing a scowl of confusion and anger as she looked at the object the swamp rat had set in her hand. It was a playing card, a simple queen of spades. It was stupid, idiotic in her mind, but she wouldn't just throw it away, with what little she knew, or at least thought she knew, of the little thief it was that he was tricky but also arrogant when he was sure that thing would go his way, there had to be some hidden meaning, some hint to what he was planning. Her nose scrunched as she glared at the card in her hand a crushed it in her palm before dropping it off the side of her bed.
In Mystique's room the unconscious Pyro finally stirred a wake and Todd was there to greet him. "Mornin' yo!" But his greeting was met by a swift kick to the face followed by a fireball wising past his head, as Todd's eyes opened again he saw John standing at the other side of bed, lighter out and lit. Toad mentally kicked himself for no one remembered to search for a lighter when they disarmed him of his flamethrower.
"Where am I and what do ya want sloimeh!?" The aussie demanded as the flame of his lighter grew and rose to levitate over the palm of his hand round and about the size of a baseball.
Todd was already cowering on the ground, hidden by the bed. "You're in our house man! Ya helped out shnookums, didn't wanna leave ya in the hands of the X-geeks!"
"Bullshit!" There was a squeak as John jumped up on to the bed and sent the ball of flames down at the Toad to which Todd quickly hopped away and throw the door way screaming. "Come back here ya damn kangaroo!"
There was the sound from the second floor screams, insults, and fire that filled the house. Lance sat at the kitchen table, glaring down at his now soggy cereal, trying to tune it all out. But as it grew closer and Todd came bounding into the room followed by an enraged pyromaniac Lance quickly stood up and screamed at them to shut up as the entire house began to shake violently. John stopped, his hand back to throw another fireball at Todd who had squished himself in the small space between the top of the fridge and the bottom of the cabinet, both looking Lance was now downing a handful of pain pills as he rubbed his temples with his other hand, his head pounding from the last few days of excessive use of his abilities. "Pyro… You're here 'cause you helped us. Leave if you want, we don't care. But if you stay then shut the hell up.."
John and Todd both just watched in silence as Lance walked out of the room. It wasn't until they heard the front door close that both let loose with their own attack. For John it was the fireball he still held, for Todd he had sent his usual slime at him. The two attacks collided and as they hit each other the slime exploded sending Pyro flying out of the kitchen and land on his back, sliding along the wood floor. "Oih! That was awesome!" He exclaimed as he sat up and grinned at a slightly singed Todd who was laughing as he climbed down from the fridge.
-An Apartment Building somewhere in Massachusetts-
The monkey of a man managed to stand against the blonde for mere moments before his knees buckled and he crumpled to the floor as if he were a mere puppet let go by it's master. The girl's ice blue lips smirked as the beast of a man next to him charged her but was thrown back by the sheer force in which her mind lashed out. There she stood, the girl almost looked angelic in her white attire as the light hit her, white leather pants, a tiny white jacket covering a white shirt that barely made it past her navel, blonde hair so light that it almost looked platinum, lips painted ice blue to match her eyes. "Bad kitty." She said with a slight giggle as she eyed the beast of a man that had rushed her. "Tsk tsk." She gave another slight giggle but it was cut short as something struck her in the back of the head and everything went black for her as she entered unconsciousness.
