Summers Daze
By Princess Alexandria
Chapter 9
Dayz had immediately gone upstairs and back to bed once she'd gotten out of the early morning session. With the break in her sleep getting up in time for lunch was hard, but she forced herself out of bed and onto her feet anyhow.
Tossing items of clothing onto the bed and amazed at how much she had in there when she hadn't been living here long, Dayz looked for something to wear to her training, something perfect, and she didn't have anything. "This is sad. Shopping has just moved to the top of the list, these hand me downs are sad." She muttered as she stared at a shirt that Jean or one of her friends had owned at one time. "Money, well, I guess I can beg Gramps for some." She muttered as she just tossed on some jeans and a tshirt for now. Working Scott would be hard, but she could probably get some money out of him.
Of course she needed money right now. Dayz remembered Bobby's stories to her when Dayz was younger, the pranks he'd played and how many times he'd borrowed Warren's credit card to do it. "Just a loan." Dayz thought as she slipped out the door. Scott wasn't rich, but he surely had enough to pay for her idea. Her smile became wicked as she imagined the looks on people's faces when she pulled off this idea.
This world better be close to home, or this wouldn't work. Dayz walked down a different hallway from her own and looked both ways before carefully picking the lock on a door and slipping inside. It was a decent size room with boring art and a bedspread any man should be embarrassed to sleep under. Dayz smirked at the bed and started to look through the drawers for a wallet.
Five minutes later she was on the phone placing an order.
Chapter 10
Scott stopped his jog near the trees and leaned down to catch his breath. Exercise helped him get out the urge to really beat Dayz down during the session this afternoon. Jean wouldn't like it, but Scott really thought the discipline and embarrassment would do Dayz good.
"She's really getting to you isn't she?" Emma's cool voice sounded amused and Scott looked up to see Emma leaning against a tree. "Dayz right? She is a different kind of Summers, so untamed and playful."
"She's a Grey." Scott muttered, wishing to put all the blame for Dayz on Jean's genetic code, and feeling a little guilty about that.
"Oh please, in this patriarchal society, we both know she's a Summers." Emma smirked at him and then leaned back a little seductively. "The conference was a bore."
"I'm sorry you had to suffer through then." Scott smiled just a little at her.
"Yes, it was quite dreadful." Emma was flirting again and Scott felt a rush of guilt and excitement at that.
He stepped a little closer to say something, but the truck driving up to the main building distracted him. A man got out of the truck and grabbed a box. Scott started to walk towards him to see about the unexpected delivery when the front door flew opened.
"Yes." Dayz' voice carried to them easily as she jumped down several steps to get to the delivery man. "You are da man. I'm impressed, wanna marry me?"
"Oh God." Scott put a hand over his eyes and looked down shaking his head. Part of him really hoped that Dayz only acted like that with them. He wasn't sure he'd want to be seen in public with her now that he knew it wasn't an irritating act just to bother him.
Emma's hand on his shoulder had him looking to his side to see Emma staring at the man and at Dayz with a considering look on her face. "What do we know about her past?"
"Not a whole heck of a lot. She just starts telling jokes when I ask. Why?" Scott started to wonder about that as well, because Emma was right, they should know more by now.
"I recognize that man." Emma spoke quietly and Scott turned to see Dayz happily walking up the steps with a bit of a dance in her step, carrying her box of who knows what.
Chapter 11
Dayz felt like it was Christmas as she opened her box and stared at its contents. She was giddy and knew she'd have to try and control that if she was going to pull this off. She tried to give a more emotionless expression to the mirror as she looked up, but her grin wouldn't go away completely.
Making sure her bedroom door was locked Dayz started to pull out the new costume and laid it out piece by piece, checking sizes as she went to make sure it was all the way it was supposed to be. Taking off her current clothes Dayz couldn't help but remember her mother's upset expression the last time Dayz wore something like this, but then that might have had something to do with what Dayz was doing at the time as well.
Pulling on the first piece, Dayz smoothed out the fabric and smiled again. She'd work on the ice maiden act after she was dressed, right now she just wanted to imagine people's expressions and revel in the experience.
Once she was dressed Dayz went into the bathroom and worked to tame her hair. Once it was controlled and partially tied back on the sides Dayz pulled the cloak over her head and just stared at herself.
The grey of her thigh high boots was light, but clearly grey. The boots were new and Dayz would have to break them in over weeks most likely, but they looked good. Her eyes carefully checked how the grey underwear fit her, using a mirror to see her backside as well. The corset wasn't quite fitting right, so Dayz tightened it again. It made her have to stand up straight. Well, all the help she could get, Dayz thought with a sigh. The flowing grey cloak was darker grey on the inside and had a bit of fluff on the collar.
"Lady Grey." Dayz spoke as if she were a rich woman introducing herself.
Her grin was wicked as she looked at the clock. Now she had a half hour before she had to go train. She'd already eaten, she'd done that while waiting. That meant she had a half hour to cause trouble before she had to go downstairs.
She struggled with that, debating the idea of hiding until she could unveil her new costume, or getting to play right away. She stood and stared at her reflection, the only Hellfire Lady in Grey stared back at her and she looked so commanding. "I'm hot." She spoke quietly, impressed with what the clothes did for her normally tomboyish self. She looked a lot better in this sort of thing than she had at fifteen. She decided to finish it off by actually using some of her eyeliner, a good deal of it and then Lady Grey left the room.
Chapter 12
"By the Goddess, what is she up to now." Ororo muttered as she saw the woman walking down the stairs. The cloak billowing behind her did little to cover her flesh and the students milling in the halls all seemed to stop and stare for a moment. "Get to your classes." Ororo's voice rose as she glared around at the hormonal teenagers. She took a few steps toward the bottom of the stairs and noticed that Sage walked with her.
"Hello Dayz." Ororo spoke while watching the controlled way that the woman walked now. "Do you really think that outfit is appropriate for a school?"
"You let Emma walk around in her white power ranger clothes." Dayz answered and grinned just a little at Ororo. "Stormy, you look so young, not that you didn't always look amazing, but you look like a kid, a very sexy kid." Dayz took another step down to the floor and her grin was teasing, "But your hair is still white, you worry too much. You'll be an old lady before your time."
Before Ororo could say something about the teasing Dayz looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes a little. "Speak."
"I, ah, what?" A young boy spoke.
"You're voice still hasn't changed, so don't bother looking at me like that. You can't deliver." Dayz looked stern for a moment, but then it turned to a mischievous grin when Ororo assumed the boy ran away. "Like my new clothes?" Dayz spun like a little girl showing off, and the cloak spun out hitting her and Sage and slipped up enough to see all of the outfit. More children were watching now. Dayz noticed Sage. "Stormy, who's your little friend?"
"Dayz, this is Sage. Sage, Dayz." Ororo said mechanically, making it clear she knew a delaying tactic when she saw it. Sage had been in the booth with her so it wasn't like Sage wouldn't recognize this woman.
"Hey," Dayz smiled flirtatiously at a stiffly standing Sage and Ororo did her best to not smile at the hopelessness of Dayz' new goal. "These panties are really nice, want to touch them?"
Sage just raised an eyebrow, "No thank you. I have a pair of my own."
"Really," That one word practically dripped with sexual interest. "Can I see?"
"Dayz," Ororo interrupted her. "Where did you get this outfit?" It wasn't in the mansion and it wasn't something the local stores would sell.
"Called the Hellfire club." Dayz smiled a little and looked around at the watching teens, distracted from the conversation. "You look like a lot of fun, what you doing after school?" She called out and Ororo couldn't resist the urge to turn and look at the poor targeted teen. Jubilee looked like a deer in headlights.
"Dayz, don't proposition the students." Ororo's voice was harsh.
"Oh please, like they don't have sex? I was having sex with my own Mrs Robinson when I was fifteen." Dayz' answer disturbed Ororo. "But I like mine older anyhow, I'm just playing." Ororo could feel a headache starting and could really sympathize with Scott now. Dayz' version of play was troubling.
Chapter 13
Dayz stepped into the danger room with confidence and elegance. She just let herself smile a little when she saw Scott's look of shock, and the shock went through most of the team, but Emma just raised an eyebrow. "Lady Grey I presume?"
Dayz smiled more fully and bowed while holding her cape out. "Yes, it is I, Lady Grey."
"What are you wearing?" Jean's voice rose a little and Dayz looked over at her.
"Well, these are panties." Dayz pointed at the article of clothing. "These are boots." She pointed a little lower.
"She's in Hellfire regalia." Emma interrupted Dayz before Dayz could go on about her cloak. "Directly from the club." Emma stepped closer and seemed to study the grey clothing carefully. "In non standard color. Complete with Inner circle style boots and cape."
"You know the club?" Dayz asked the blonde, while studying her white clad form just as carefully as she was being studied.
"I'm the White Queen." Emma's words managed to surprise Dayz and earned a shocked look. "Surprised I see."
"I never saw you there." Dayz thought of Courtney, the current White Queen and tried to remember if any mention had ever been made about an Emma Frost. If so she couldn't remember it. She grinned more widely. "Go change into your clothes. This will be so much fun. Get that Sage woman to do it too. What did she wear? Was it black, I can see her in black." Her voice went a little deeper, "So much fun."
"This is not a game of dress up, this is a danger room session." Scott spoke up and Dayz frowned a little.
"Who says it can't be both?" Dayz pushed back her cloak, revealing more of herself to the others and grinned just a little at how Hank couldn't even look at her. "Hanky Panky, you know you wanna look. Come on, just a peek." She teased him with a sex kitten voice.
"Let's just get this going." Scott sighed in that irritating way he had and stared at Dayz. "And then we'll be having a bit of a talk about you and the Hellfire club."
Dayz just glanced at the blonde. If Dayz had already met two others from that place, why was this such a big deal? "Okie Dokey, so how did we want to do this? How about I play the evil villain that already took Jean hostage and Jean can be tied up in my evil lair wearing a flowing dress that leaves little out of my evil grasp?" She grinned at Jean and wiggled her eyebrows. "Hey, I could have room for two in that evil lair, gimme blondie too."
"Well, at least we know sexism is alive and well in the future." Emma spoke with a weary tone. "I can fight you know, I'm not just an unbelievably sexy woman, I'm also an Xman."
"I wasn't saying you couldn't fight." Dayz stared into Emma's eyes and gave her a wicked smile. "I was just saying it would be more fun to do something else with you."
"How charming. You get many women this way?" Emma asked and Dayz looked away for a moment, a little irritated with the personal direction that question took.
"Hey, I don't need many if I find one or two with some stamina." Dayz glanced over at Jean as she said that and winked exaggeratedly.
"Look, pick up chicks on your own time." Logan actually interrupted them. "Let's just get this session over with."
"Oh wait," Dayz clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked around with a fake sincere expression, "Before we start all of this I think I should tell you all something. I know it's a shock," She bit her lower lip, "And I've struggled with how to tell you all for so long," Her eyebrows moved up as she widened her eyes. "But I'm gay."
"No shit Sherlock, now let's fight." Logan muttered.
"Now, I am still the same loveable, sexy, woman you've all longed for." Dayz tried not to smile too much as she laid this on thick, "But future science tells us that if your grandfather is gay, you'll be gay too." She grinned evilly at Scott. "And the news of your and Logan's love affair, well, it's still talked about at the mansion." Her voice became a fake whisper, "Is his stick bigger than the one you already have up there?"
Scott shook his head and sighed. "You have two minutes to run and then we'll chase."
"This is because I'm a mutant isn't it?" Dayz looked around at the others with a sad look on her face. "You're prejudiced against me."
"No, it's because the stick up my butt is bigger." Scott spoke and Dayz was a little shocked, but then so was Logan. As Logan glared at Scott's teasing insult, and that was a rare thing for Dayz to hear, Dayz took the chance to run. The fake forest trees brushed against her as she tried to get some distance before this session really started.