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CHAPTER TWO: The Tension Heats Up (And so does the inside of the elevator…)
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Author's Note: Sorry if the last chapter was sort of short. (Heh, funny. What? Don't you get it? The rhyme? Oh, never mind.) I'll try to make it up to you with this one. Enjoy!
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"Okay, okay, let's back up here, mechanical wiz," Jean said, groping around in the still-dark elevator. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do ANYTHING!" Scott asserted.
"Well, yes, you technically did SOMETHING. You fixed the doors. Isn't that doing something?" Rogue asked.
"Smart aleck," Storm retorted, rolling her eyes in the dark.
"Actually, my name's Marie. You should say 'Smart Marie'."
Storm shook her head, annoyed at Rogue's newly found talent. Annoying people.
Logan tried scratching the walls of the lift, making a very annoying and painful noise. The other four finally got exasperated.
"STOP IT!" They all said simultaneously.
"Whoa, cool," Logan remarked, stopping. "How'd you do that?"
'Do what, claw man?" Scott asked.
"Talk all at the same time."
"Well, I don't know. The author does that, I guess," Jean stated.
"That's irrelevant, you know," Rogue snapped.
"When did YOU start using long, complicated words?"
"Just now. You've got a problem with that?"
"Yes."
"Don't look at me. Not my fault you've got issues."
"Look, KID, just shut up. You're not helping."
"Well, I can't really 'look', now can I? It's too dark."
"Give it up, doc," Storm helped. "You won't win with this kid."
"Yeah. There." Rogue threw a raspberry into the air.
"Why you little…" Jean would've punched the first person she felt if Scott hadn't held her back.
"Not now, sweetheart," he soothed. Logan fisted his right hand in the dark.
Rogue was smiling through and through.
"Okay, now let's all calm down here," Scott said. "It won't help if we keep fighting."
"Oh, and when did you start becoming alpha male slash counselor?" Logan challenged menacingly.
"When this lift stopped."
"Ha!" He laughed through his teeth. "Now you're English."
"No, I'm not. What makes you say that?" Scott was at the edge of his temper.
"Great! I'm stuck in an elevator with a guy who shoots laser out of his eyes and calls an elevator a lift and he denies being English!"
"Yeah. I've got an Irish temper though. You want me to show you?" Scott replied, his patience running extremely thin.
"Must I always be the mediator around here?" Storm complained. "Stop it, you two! We must concentrate on getting this elevator unstuck. Or at least get the lights back on."
Rogue scoffed. "And how are we supposed to do THAT? We can't use our powers inside this thing anyway. Don't know why Professor X had to do that…"
"Oh, at least you could be a little optimistic! Come on, let's see… Jean. We can do this, right?"
The doctor shrugged. "How would I know? I can't tell the future. Besides, if I could, I wouldn't be able to tell in here anyway."
Storm sighed. "Fine. You don't want to help, then don't. Scott, can you try getting the lights back on without lights?"
Scott shook his head, but no one really saw him do it, and you all know why.
"So?"
"No, silly! I can't! It's too dark. And it's getting hot too," Scott finally replied.
"Hey, yeah, thanks for pointing that out, know-it-all," Logan said sarcastically.
"Stop it, you two, AGAIN," Storm started.
"Don't bother them."
"And why shouldn't I, oh great Doctor Grey?"
"They'll figure it out on their own."
"Oh yeah, I remember. They got the elevator moving, remember?" She switched to an angry, sarcastic voice. "AND THEY GOT US STUCK HERE!"
"Women," Logan grumbled.
"I heard that!" A female voice yelled from the other side of the compartment.
"Told you so," he directed to Scott.
"When did WE get into conversing mood?" Scott asked, Storm and Jean still arguing.
"I thought you'd be smart enough to leave it where it was. Aren't you?" He asked tauntingly.
"Well, apparently," Scott said, "I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! HELLO! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO LIKE YOU! AND I DON'T! SO THERE!"
Everyone was staring towards Scott's direction, even the two arguing women. The elevator was quiet. For once.
"WHAT?" Scott asked. "Can't a man vent his anger these days?"
"Told you he had an Irish temper," Storm whispered to Logan.
"YES I DO! NOW EVERYBODY LISTEN TO ME SO WE CAN GET OUT OF THIS…" He started banging the controls and the walls. "ANNOYING… *bang* STUCK…*crunch* SWELTERING… *squeak*…ELEVATOR!"
The compartment suddenly jumped and the lights went back on. Jean squealed again, and Scott said loudly, "Told you I'd fix it!"
"We STILL aren't moving! Duh!" Rogue yelled angrily.
"Start on the wires!" Storm snapped.
"Do something GOOD for once!" Logan said through gnashed teeth.
"Well, at least you could THANK me for helping get this 'elevator' unstuck! None of you are helping, you know."
"Thanks for pointing that out. Like we can do anything," Jean said quietly.
"You know, you should learn more sarcasm." Rogue remarked.
"I don't WANT to be sarcastic, girl. I can be sarcastic when I want to."
"Oh, gee. Whatever."
"Hey! Hey!" Scott announced. "We're moving!"
No one thanked him.
A few minutes later, he said wearily, "We're not stopping. We're just going up."
Rogue's face was terror-stricken. "Whatever goes up…"
"Must come down," Storm finished grimly.
"We're in a heap of trouble this time. Brace!" Logan said, grabbing a rail in preparation for a drop.
TEN SECONDS LATER
Everyone was screaming as the lift plunged downwards.
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Hope you enjoyed that. So it wasn't much longer than the first. Sorry 'bout that. I sort of have partial writer's block now. Anyway chapter three not far behind. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
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Completed Mar. 3, 2002
CHAPTER TWO: The Tension Heats Up (And so does the inside of the elevator…)
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Author's Note: Sorry if the last chapter was sort of short. (Heh, funny. What? Don't you get it? The rhyme? Oh, never mind.) I'll try to make it up to you with this one. Enjoy!
***
"Okay, okay, let's back up here, mechanical wiz," Jean said, groping around in the still-dark elevator. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do ANYTHING!" Scott asserted.
"Well, yes, you technically did SOMETHING. You fixed the doors. Isn't that doing something?" Rogue asked.
"Smart aleck," Storm retorted, rolling her eyes in the dark.
"Actually, my name's Marie. You should say 'Smart Marie'."
Storm shook her head, annoyed at Rogue's newly found talent. Annoying people.
Logan tried scratching the walls of the lift, making a very annoying and painful noise. The other four finally got exasperated.
"STOP IT!" They all said simultaneously.
"Whoa, cool," Logan remarked, stopping. "How'd you do that?"
'Do what, claw man?" Scott asked.
"Talk all at the same time."
"Well, I don't know. The author does that, I guess," Jean stated.
"That's irrelevant, you know," Rogue snapped.
"When did YOU start using long, complicated words?"
"Just now. You've got a problem with that?"
"Yes."
"Don't look at me. Not my fault you've got issues."
"Look, KID, just shut up. You're not helping."
"Well, I can't really 'look', now can I? It's too dark."
"Give it up, doc," Storm helped. "You won't win with this kid."
"Yeah. There." Rogue threw a raspberry into the air.
"Why you little…" Jean would've punched the first person she felt if Scott hadn't held her back.
"Not now, sweetheart," he soothed. Logan fisted his right hand in the dark.
Rogue was smiling through and through.
"Okay, now let's all calm down here," Scott said. "It won't help if we keep fighting."
"Oh, and when did you start becoming alpha male slash counselor?" Logan challenged menacingly.
"When this lift stopped."
"Ha!" He laughed through his teeth. "Now you're English."
"No, I'm not. What makes you say that?" Scott was at the edge of his temper.
"Great! I'm stuck in an elevator with a guy who shoots laser out of his eyes and calls an elevator a lift and he denies being English!"
"Yeah. I've got an Irish temper though. You want me to show you?" Scott replied, his patience running extremely thin.
"Must I always be the mediator around here?" Storm complained. "Stop it, you two! We must concentrate on getting this elevator unstuck. Or at least get the lights back on."
Rogue scoffed. "And how are we supposed to do THAT? We can't use our powers inside this thing anyway. Don't know why Professor X had to do that…"
"Oh, at least you could be a little optimistic! Come on, let's see… Jean. We can do this, right?"
The doctor shrugged. "How would I know? I can't tell the future. Besides, if I could, I wouldn't be able to tell in here anyway."
Storm sighed. "Fine. You don't want to help, then don't. Scott, can you try getting the lights back on without lights?"
Scott shook his head, but no one really saw him do it, and you all know why.
"So?"
"No, silly! I can't! It's too dark. And it's getting hot too," Scott finally replied.
"Hey, yeah, thanks for pointing that out, know-it-all," Logan said sarcastically.
"Stop it, you two, AGAIN," Storm started.
"Don't bother them."
"And why shouldn't I, oh great Doctor Grey?"
"They'll figure it out on their own."
"Oh yeah, I remember. They got the elevator moving, remember?" She switched to an angry, sarcastic voice. "AND THEY GOT US STUCK HERE!"
"Women," Logan grumbled.
"I heard that!" A female voice yelled from the other side of the compartment.
"Told you so," he directed to Scott.
"When did WE get into conversing mood?" Scott asked, Storm and Jean still arguing.
"I thought you'd be smart enough to leave it where it was. Aren't you?" He asked tauntingly.
"Well, apparently," Scott said, "I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! HELLO! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO LIKE YOU! AND I DON'T! SO THERE!"
Everyone was staring towards Scott's direction, even the two arguing women. The elevator was quiet. For once.
"WHAT?" Scott asked. "Can't a man vent his anger these days?"
"Told you he had an Irish temper," Storm whispered to Logan.
"YES I DO! NOW EVERYBODY LISTEN TO ME SO WE CAN GET OUT OF THIS…" He started banging the controls and the walls. "ANNOYING… *bang* STUCK…*crunch* SWELTERING… *squeak*…ELEVATOR!"
The compartment suddenly jumped and the lights went back on. Jean squealed again, and Scott said loudly, "Told you I'd fix it!"
"We STILL aren't moving! Duh!" Rogue yelled angrily.
"Start on the wires!" Storm snapped.
"Do something GOOD for once!" Logan said through gnashed teeth.
"Well, at least you could THANK me for helping get this 'elevator' unstuck! None of you are helping, you know."
"Thanks for pointing that out. Like we can do anything," Jean said quietly.
"You know, you should learn more sarcasm." Rogue remarked.
"I don't WANT to be sarcastic, girl. I can be sarcastic when I want to."
"Oh, gee. Whatever."
"Hey! Hey!" Scott announced. "We're moving!"
No one thanked him.
A few minutes later, he said wearily, "We're not stopping. We're just going up."
Rogue's face was terror-stricken. "Whatever goes up…"
"Must come down," Storm finished grimly.
"We're in a heap of trouble this time. Brace!" Logan said, grabbing a rail in preparation for a drop.
TEN SECONDS LATER
Everyone was screaming as the lift plunged downwards.
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Hope you enjoyed that. So it wasn't much longer than the first. Sorry 'bout that. I sort of have partial writer's block now. Anyway chapter three not far behind. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
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Completed Mar. 3, 2002