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Elevator Problems
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The Mandatory Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. You all know that. I know that. The people at Marvel know that. SO DON'T SUE ME, OKAY?!
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Author's Note: A break from my usual Star Wars writing, I decided to give this a try. I'm just a newbie at X-Men stuff, but give me a break! I love the movie, the comics, and the TV series! So there!
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"Hi," Logan greeted casually as three of his comrades entered the elevator at Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
"Hi," Scott (Cyclops) replied, annoyed that he would be sharing space with the regenerating clawed human.
Storm (I'd use Ororo, but it's much faster to type "Storm". You try it, if you don't believe me.), who quickly spotted the coming tension, immediately intervened. "Give it up, boys."
"Yeah," Rogue tried.
Just as the elevator doors were halfway closed, Jean yelled from the hallway, "WAIT! WAIT! GEE, I JUST SAID WAIT! OPEN THE DOORS!"
Logan tried punching the buttons, but the doors continued to close. "It's ain't my fault! He yelled back.
Scott tried frying the buttons, but it didn't work, and the doors still continued their slow trek. "Ah, oh well."
"I'm not making a tornado in HERE!" Storm said.
Everyone turned to Rogue. 'What?" She said. It took her a second to get her excuse. "Hello!" She waved her gloved hand in front of their faces. "If the doors were ALIVE, I could help! But I CAN'T, now CAN I?"
"Gee, a simple 'not me' could've helped," Logan said, shaking his head.
The doors, they noticed, were stuck. Jean slipped in. "Thank goodness for telekinesis."
"Riiiiiiiigggggghhhhhht." Rogue said sarcastically.
"I thought Wheels made this elevator so you couldn't USE your powers," Logan remarked, making obvious his new use of his nickname for Professor X.
"Cut it out, Wolverine." Jean replied.
"What did I do this time?" Logan defended, acting hurt.
"Just close the stupid door."
Logan began pounding on the buttons again. "It isn't working! I bet it got wrecked by your powers."
"Shut up. You've been doing all the smacking."
Scott shook his head. "Step aside, kids! Let a PROFESSIONAL do this."
"Fine, try your best, fry boy."
"Ha, ha."
Scott stepped in front of the buttons and started opening a panel.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing, Scott? X paid a lot for this new installment, you know!" Jean intersected.
"Put it on my tab," he replied cockily, working on the wires. "There."
The doors squeaked as it closed. "Where to, passengers? The buttons won't respond, you know. So I will have to be your savior. Uh, uh, no need to thank me," he said with a smile.
"Fourth," Storm and Rogue said together. They were in a corner, not minding the fuss.
Jean rolled her eyes and said, "Second."
"I'm with her," Logan provoked.
Scott shot him a hot glare. Good thing he had his glasses on.
After thirty seconds of smooth riding, it suddenly stopped and the lights went out. Jean squealed.
"What's going on?" someone asked.
"You tell me," came the reply.
"It's okay, I got it," Scott assured them.
"I don't think so," Logan sighed.
That was the beginning of their elevator problems.
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The first chapter is always the shortest. So I hope you review this and if I get good reviews I will post more chapters. And if I don't get good reviews I'll post more chapters anyway. I promise they'll be funnier. Anyone read my Star Wars Survivor yet?
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Completed Mar. 2, 2002
Elevator Problems
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The Mandatory Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. You all know that. I know that. The people at Marvel know that. SO DON'T SUE ME, OKAY?!
***
Author's Note: A break from my usual Star Wars writing, I decided to give this a try. I'm just a newbie at X-Men stuff, but give me a break! I love the movie, the comics, and the TV series! So there!
***
"Hi," Logan greeted casually as three of his comrades entered the elevator at Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
"Hi," Scott (Cyclops) replied, annoyed that he would be sharing space with the regenerating clawed human.
Storm (I'd use Ororo, but it's much faster to type "Storm". You try it, if you don't believe me.), who quickly spotted the coming tension, immediately intervened. "Give it up, boys."
"Yeah," Rogue tried.
Just as the elevator doors were halfway closed, Jean yelled from the hallway, "WAIT! WAIT! GEE, I JUST SAID WAIT! OPEN THE DOORS!"
Logan tried punching the buttons, but the doors continued to close. "It's ain't my fault! He yelled back.
Scott tried frying the buttons, but it didn't work, and the doors still continued their slow trek. "Ah, oh well."
"I'm not making a tornado in HERE!" Storm said.
Everyone turned to Rogue. 'What?" She said. It took her a second to get her excuse. "Hello!" She waved her gloved hand in front of their faces. "If the doors were ALIVE, I could help! But I CAN'T, now CAN I?"
"Gee, a simple 'not me' could've helped," Logan said, shaking his head.
The doors, they noticed, were stuck. Jean slipped in. "Thank goodness for telekinesis."
"Riiiiiiiigggggghhhhhht." Rogue said sarcastically.
"I thought Wheels made this elevator so you couldn't USE your powers," Logan remarked, making obvious his new use of his nickname for Professor X.
"Cut it out, Wolverine." Jean replied.
"What did I do this time?" Logan defended, acting hurt.
"Just close the stupid door."
Logan began pounding on the buttons again. "It isn't working! I bet it got wrecked by your powers."
"Shut up. You've been doing all the smacking."
Scott shook his head. "Step aside, kids! Let a PROFESSIONAL do this."
"Fine, try your best, fry boy."
"Ha, ha."
Scott stepped in front of the buttons and started opening a panel.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing, Scott? X paid a lot for this new installment, you know!" Jean intersected.
"Put it on my tab," he replied cockily, working on the wires. "There."
The doors squeaked as it closed. "Where to, passengers? The buttons won't respond, you know. So I will have to be your savior. Uh, uh, no need to thank me," he said with a smile.
"Fourth," Storm and Rogue said together. They were in a corner, not minding the fuss.
Jean rolled her eyes and said, "Second."
"I'm with her," Logan provoked.
Scott shot him a hot glare. Good thing he had his glasses on.
After thirty seconds of smooth riding, it suddenly stopped and the lights went out. Jean squealed.
"What's going on?" someone asked.
"You tell me," came the reply.
"It's okay, I got it," Scott assured them.
"I don't think so," Logan sighed.
That was the beginning of their elevator problems.
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The first chapter is always the shortest. So I hope you review this and if I get good reviews I will post more chapters. And if I don't get good reviews I'll post more chapters anyway. I promise they'll be funnier. Anyone read my Star Wars Survivor yet?
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Completed Mar. 2, 2002