Aah. so sorry for the slow update. I've been sick lately so I seem to have
more free time than usual. Very bad cough virus attacking my system, but I
have faith in my white blood cells.
Thanks to all reviewers! And to my beta reader Gracia, aka "lotrmatrixstarwarsfan". Phew. Sigh. So much work lately. but I _will_ be uploading chap 4, hopefully in the next two weeks. Wish me luck. :)
Inner Obsessions
Professor Xavier stared out of the window wistfully. Ah, the pressures of being smart, intelligent, and incredibly redundant! He heaved a sigh of importance and did a 180-degree turn on his wheelchair. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. The ground started to blur as the world span so fast that he couldn't really see what was in front of him. He let out an exhilarated cry of "Whee!" and tried to spin faster. How fun! It almost made him want to stop drinking so much scotch. Of course, one couldn't really _drink_ if he was already going to throw up from excessive- compulsive spinning, right?
Suddenly, he felt the wheelchair disappear underneath him as he was flung off in a very undignified manner. His thoughts twirled around in his head. who was he? What was his purpose in life? He felt sorrowful, but he couldn't quite explain why. Was it because *sob* he had no purpose in life? Ah! The terror!
With that, he threw up on the Persian rug and fainted.
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"Damn, damn, DAMN," Logan snapped as Ororo helped him heave the unconscious Professor onto a chair. "You woke me up for _this_????"
"He's not well!" Ororo cried indignantly. "Look at the poor man!"
"Look at him indeed," Logan scoffed. His eyes flicked over the mess on the carpet, then to the innocent-looking wheelchair about five feet from it. "What d'you think he was trying to do?"
Ororo bit her lip. "Maybe he was trying to walk. Or something like that."
Logan snorted in reply. "Knowing _him_, he probably spun himself right off the chair."
Ororo glared. "Now, I know he's been temperamental lately," she admonished. "But that doesn't mean he's as stupid as to do something like _that_."
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Lance was doing his flaming ritual once more, only in the living room. With the entire Brotherhood gang watching him nervously.
"Lance? What're you doing?" Fred asked, exchanging looks with Todd.
"What?" he asked, slightly distracted from his tribal dance. "Oh, I'm warming up my fingers to start my flaming."
"Flaming?" Wanda echoed. "As in, you're going to set the house on fire?"
Lance looked irritated. "_No_," he snapped, doing a little twirl on the spot. "Kill Scott&Jean4ever." He then smiled at them and continued doing his ballerina twirls around the room, knocking down several objects as he did so.
"Did you hear that?" Pietro hissed, after ushering the remaining sane Brotherhood members out of the room and into the kitchen. "He said, 'Kill Scott and Jean forever!'"
Todd's jaw dropped. "As in, he's gonna . gonna _murder_ them?!"
"Looks like it," Pietro said grimly. "I think he took it hard when he flunked history."
Fred looked anxious. "Should we call a doctor?"
Wanda snorted. "No cash, remember?"
"We could raise funds yo," Todd piped up. "The annual 'Rescue Lance's Sanity Drive'."
"We could bake cookies!" Fred suggested happily.
"NO!" Pietro fought down the urge to scream his head off. "No drive. No bake sale or whatever. We have to do this the manual way."
"The manual way?" Wanda folded her arms across her chest. "You mean the barbaric way."
"That too." Pietro admitted. He had hoped it wouldn't have to come to this. "Let's get ready."
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Scott sat back in his chair, satisfied with himself. After three continuous hours of spamming, it looked like the deed was done at last. His fingers ached like crazy from all the excessive keyboard pressing, but no matter. In fact, he was feeling pretty proud of himself.
In all, he'd sent out about a thousand flames to Logan&Jean4ever. He found that if he pressed the control+c and the control+v key, he could simply copy and paste his flames, again and again. It saved time, but he kept pressing the wrong key in his excitement and had to redo his flames several times over. His flames went something like this:
DIE LOGAN&JEAN4EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!! U SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UR FICS SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!! CAN'T U SEE THAT SCOTT AND JEAN ARE SO MADE 4 EACH OTHER ??????????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And much, much, more. In fact, after Scott finally decided to settle down and write down the 291st chapter of his fic (the infamous "Scott and Jean Chronicles: How they overcame all"), he found out that several keys were a bit. _wonky_.
*
Scott stared at the dark starlit sky, with the cool night wind blowing through his distinctly ruffled hair. "The pain of love," he whispered under his breath, clutching the locket Jean had given him in his undoubtedly muscular hand, and staring at it in his usual manly way. "How I can ever live without her is an eternal mystery."
"Oh, Scott." Scott heard Jean's voice from behind him. "How could I ever - ever leave you for that creep of a Wolverine I love you so We're simply made for each other"
*
At this point, Scott was hit with a horrible realization. The exclamation and question marks didn't work any more! He wondered why. [A/n: Hmm.] Deciding to improvise, he (not so) cleverly inserted little brackets that read, "Insert question mark here" and so on. In the end, the whole page simply looked like a mass of words and not much else. Being an avid user of expressive punctuation, one of the paragraphs actually read:
"Oh, Scott [insert exclamation mark here][insert another exclamation mark here][and another][and another, please {A/n: Scott is very polite.}][how about another one?][another][another][and another][one more][make that two][okay, three.] I love you so much it hurts [insert excla - oh, never mind. Insert many many exclamation marks.]"
Scott smiled and clicked the "Upload Chapter" button.
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Lance yawned with drowsiness and opened his eyes. Blinked once. Twice. Was it just him, or was that. _Pietro_??? He was wearing some sort of African tribal suit.
"Pietro?" he asked incredulously. "What're you wearing?"
Pietro grinned at him. "G'night, Lance."
And then the world went black.
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[A/n: A nice little cliff for you all to hang onto. :) I kinda like the idea of Pietro in a tribal costume anyway. Review! *spins on computer chair*]
Thanks to all reviewers! And to my beta reader Gracia, aka "lotrmatrixstarwarsfan". Phew. Sigh. So much work lately. but I _will_ be uploading chap 4, hopefully in the next two weeks. Wish me luck. :)
Inner Obsessions
Professor Xavier stared out of the window wistfully. Ah, the pressures of being smart, intelligent, and incredibly redundant! He heaved a sigh of importance and did a 180-degree turn on his wheelchair. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. The ground started to blur as the world span so fast that he couldn't really see what was in front of him. He let out an exhilarated cry of "Whee!" and tried to spin faster. How fun! It almost made him want to stop drinking so much scotch. Of course, one couldn't really _drink_ if he was already going to throw up from excessive- compulsive spinning, right?
Suddenly, he felt the wheelchair disappear underneath him as he was flung off in a very undignified manner. His thoughts twirled around in his head. who was he? What was his purpose in life? He felt sorrowful, but he couldn't quite explain why. Was it because *sob* he had no purpose in life? Ah! The terror!
With that, he threw up on the Persian rug and fainted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Damn, damn, DAMN," Logan snapped as Ororo helped him heave the unconscious Professor onto a chair. "You woke me up for _this_????"
"He's not well!" Ororo cried indignantly. "Look at the poor man!"
"Look at him indeed," Logan scoffed. His eyes flicked over the mess on the carpet, then to the innocent-looking wheelchair about five feet from it. "What d'you think he was trying to do?"
Ororo bit her lip. "Maybe he was trying to walk. Or something like that."
Logan snorted in reply. "Knowing _him_, he probably spun himself right off the chair."
Ororo glared. "Now, I know he's been temperamental lately," she admonished. "But that doesn't mean he's as stupid as to do something like _that_."
~~~~~~~~~~
Lance was doing his flaming ritual once more, only in the living room. With the entire Brotherhood gang watching him nervously.
"Lance? What're you doing?" Fred asked, exchanging looks with Todd.
"What?" he asked, slightly distracted from his tribal dance. "Oh, I'm warming up my fingers to start my flaming."
"Flaming?" Wanda echoed. "As in, you're going to set the house on fire?"
Lance looked irritated. "_No_," he snapped, doing a little twirl on the spot. "Kill Scott&Jean4ever." He then smiled at them and continued doing his ballerina twirls around the room, knocking down several objects as he did so.
"Did you hear that?" Pietro hissed, after ushering the remaining sane Brotherhood members out of the room and into the kitchen. "He said, 'Kill Scott and Jean forever!'"
Todd's jaw dropped. "As in, he's gonna . gonna _murder_ them?!"
"Looks like it," Pietro said grimly. "I think he took it hard when he flunked history."
Fred looked anxious. "Should we call a doctor?"
Wanda snorted. "No cash, remember?"
"We could raise funds yo," Todd piped up. "The annual 'Rescue Lance's Sanity Drive'."
"We could bake cookies!" Fred suggested happily.
"NO!" Pietro fought down the urge to scream his head off. "No drive. No bake sale or whatever. We have to do this the manual way."
"The manual way?" Wanda folded her arms across her chest. "You mean the barbaric way."
"That too." Pietro admitted. He had hoped it wouldn't have to come to this. "Let's get ready."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scott sat back in his chair, satisfied with himself. After three continuous hours of spamming, it looked like the deed was done at last. His fingers ached like crazy from all the excessive keyboard pressing, but no matter. In fact, he was feeling pretty proud of himself.
In all, he'd sent out about a thousand flames to Logan&Jean4ever. He found that if he pressed the control+c and the control+v key, he could simply copy and paste his flames, again and again. It saved time, but he kept pressing the wrong key in his excitement and had to redo his flames several times over. His flames went something like this:
DIE LOGAN&JEAN4EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!! U SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UR FICS SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!! CAN'T U SEE THAT SCOTT AND JEAN ARE SO MADE 4 EACH OTHER ??????????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And much, much, more. In fact, after Scott finally decided to settle down and write down the 291st chapter of his fic (the infamous "Scott and Jean Chronicles: How they overcame all"), he found out that several keys were a bit. _wonky_.
*
Scott stared at the dark starlit sky, with the cool night wind blowing through his distinctly ruffled hair. "The pain of love," he whispered under his breath, clutching the locket Jean had given him in his undoubtedly muscular hand, and staring at it in his usual manly way. "How I can ever live without her is an eternal mystery."
"Oh, Scott." Scott heard Jean's voice from behind him. "How could I ever - ever leave you for that creep of a Wolverine I love you so We're simply made for each other"
*
At this point, Scott was hit with a horrible realization. The exclamation and question marks didn't work any more! He wondered why. [A/n: Hmm.] Deciding to improvise, he (not so) cleverly inserted little brackets that read, "Insert question mark here" and so on. In the end, the whole page simply looked like a mass of words and not much else. Being an avid user of expressive punctuation, one of the paragraphs actually read:
"Oh, Scott [insert exclamation mark here][insert another exclamation mark here][and another][and another, please {A/n: Scott is very polite.}][how about another one?][another][another][and another][one more][make that two][okay, three.] I love you so much it hurts [insert excla - oh, never mind. Insert many many exclamation marks.]"
Scott smiled and clicked the "Upload Chapter" button.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Lance yawned with drowsiness and opened his eyes. Blinked once. Twice. Was it just him, or was that. _Pietro_??? He was wearing some sort of African tribal suit.
"Pietro?" he asked incredulously. "What're you wearing?"
Pietro grinned at him. "G'night, Lance."
And then the world went black.
~~~~~~~
[A/n: A nice little cliff for you all to hang onto. :) I kinda like the idea of Pietro in a tribal costume anyway. Review! *spins on computer chair*]