Disclaimer:
I don't own Spock, or Star Trek. I
believe Gene Roddenberry has that honor. Or, since he's dead, maybe now it's Majel Barret. Either way, I don't own Spock. Although that would be cool.
Destiny
Chapter Thirteen
Greetings and salutations! My name is Henry McCoy. To my colleagues I am known as the Beast. It is my pleasure to relay to you the chapter that includes our triumphant return to our home.
"Hey! We're home!" Skin shouted.
"Woohoo!!" Jubilee exclaimed.
"Hey! There's Scott!" Jean said, running towards her boyfriend, who had emerged out of the bushes. Scott caught her up in his arms, and the rest of us swarmed around him, ecstatic to see him alive.
"Hey everyone." He said. "How'd we do?"
Remy, Logan and Everett all looked at each other. "We won." Everett said sadly.
"And that's a bad thing?" Scott asked.
"It is when we had to kill people."
"They were people?" Storm asked. "I thought they were some sort of demon."
"They were mutants." Everett said. "I could sense their mutant powers. We killed mutants."
"We saved the world." I said.
"At the expense of some of our own."
: You know Spock in Star Trek? : Jono asked. : You know how he used to say 'the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few'? I think that pertains to our situation:
"Wise. Very wise." Angelo said.
: Hey, it seemed to make sense:
"It does indeed." I said. "I will agree with that."
"So what do we do now?" Iceman asked.
"Celebrate?" Husk offered.
"That is an excellent idea." Storm said.
"Ja. We did save the world." Kurt said.
* * * * *
That night, we all met in Kurt's warehouse. Earlier that day we had all went home and told our parents the requisite lies to make them believe that we were going to be having a sleepover with our friends. Then we went for party favors. We were going to have a party.
"Hola everyone!" Angelo exclaimed as he arrived at the Warehouse.
"Bonjour." Remy greeted him.
"Guten Tag." Kurt greeted him as well.
"Yeah, whatever. Look!" He held up a bag of chips, and a 24 case of coke. "I brought refreshments."
"So did everyone else." Scott said, indicating a packing crate about the size of a table, covered in food of all sorts. It was mostly junk food, such as doughnuts and chips of all kinds, and a whole plethora of cans of pop.
"We're going to have fun tonight." Angelo said as he put his contribution on the impromptu table.
And we did. We spent the night recounting our victory to our fearless leader. And Scott told us about how Raiden had brought him back. After a while we split off into little groups, and talked and ate and drank.
"Hey, Hank! You want a soda?" Angelo asked me from across the room, and nowhere near the table.
"Thank you, my friend. That would be much appreciated."
"Okay." From across the room, he grabbed me a soda, by extending the skin of his fingers, and wrapping it around the can. He then flung it over to me. "Catch, Beast!"
I caught it easily, and started tapping it to release the pressure. "Very good throw, my aptly named colleague."
Then Raiden appeared. "I just have to say I am very pleased with you all. Very good job." Then he disappeared again. We never saw him again.
And so ends our story. We all had fun telling it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Beast out.
--The End--
