Lance: Scott is telling this part cause, well, I was not included in it.
Scott: Don't be a story hog.
Lance: Oh, quiet: P
Nekokittykat: Boys, boys! To the story please.
Lance: He started it.
Scott: *-_-
"So we got everything?" Lance asked me as he got in the dark green jeep after loading the groceries. He slipped the key into the ignition and glanced into the back seat to make sure. It'd taken us a while to get everything, it was now two o'clock.
"Yeah, tampons included."
"For someone so disgusted you sure are being obsessive."
"I'm not use to that sort of stuff," I replied as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the house in not uptown Bayville, but a decent, quiet neighborhood none the less. Once on the right street he stopped. "What is…" He covered my mouth and pointed to where at the house there seemed to be a lot of activity, plus the hedges had grown and shifted so that seeing in was difficult.
"Stay, looks like your friends decided to come get you." He parked the jeep and hopped out. Oh great, a battle and I wasn't in it. Wait a minute… a battle and I wasn't in it! I smiled, I'd like to know how it was going and all, but not having to fight was actually kind of, no very nice. Wasn't long lived though as a streak of blue and a moment later I got to find out what happened when a copy cat copies a speed demon and time regulator's powers. It wasn't very pretty.
"Hey, Scott-I'm-suppose-to-tell-ya-the-plan-and-fix-ya." Mimic said fidgeting with the hem of her black gloves that went up to her elbows in hyperactivity.
"Fix me?" It took a while to decipher the speech that was about ten word a second. That was when I noticed that everything was still, there was even a flock of birds motionless in the sky.
"Yeah-Xavier's-whole-little-mind-whatever-thingy. Did-you-know-that- Xavier-was-married-five-times. Oh-and-don't-touch-me, poisonous-skin-at-the- moment." She zipped into the driver's seat and just concentrated on me for a while.
Suddenly a rush of emotions and images consumed me. Some I recognized from my own memory… the plane, the hospital, the headaches, the foster homes, the hospital again, pain, confusion, Xavier. And suddenly I wasn't in Lance's jeep anymore but in the institute looking into Xavier's office and he was talking to… Magneto.
"This is one of the first memories he suppressed," Mimic informed me. She was standing beside me without her sunglasses dressed in her uniform of a dark blue sundress with black bike shorts underneath, a sky blue coat of sorts that was thin and went down to her knees and was sleeveless. "Him discussing his pans with Magneto."
I brought my hand up to my face and found that my own glasses were gone. "I. I remember this know. What happened to my…"
"Glasses? This is in you memory Scott, no need for them. Your eyes are sort of a blue green by the way. It's the same reason I'm not talking like Pietro."
"Yes, Mr. Summers is a prime example of a mutation gone wrong," Xavier was saying and my mouth dropped I did remember. "But with the proper training he'll be a fine member of our side."
"I don't want to relive this, it's making me sick."
"Then what would you like to see?" She asked breaking her glare on the two super mutants to look at me curiously. Her eyes were green like Rogue's.
"I… I remember my memories." The pain had finally given away and it was mostly clear. "I'm not quite sure… maybe." I shook my head. "I have my memories, that's enough." I'd let Lance tell me about Lance, even thinking of asking her had been wrong. "You said something about a plan?"
"Oh yeah," we were back in the jeep and, to my disappointment, my glasses mere back as were hers. "I-put-a-block-on-you-and-the-others, you'd- be-surprised-what-that-telepath-can-do, and-shielded-your-mind-with-Xavier- controlled-like-thoughts." She started walking toward the house. "You're- going-to-go-after-Blob-since-it-won't-hurt-him. Then-you're-going-to-act- like-you're-so-happy-they-got-you-back-and-be-our-inside-link-for-awhile. Don't-worry-moment-you-can't-take-it-anymore-I'm-sure-Lance-has-a-spot-in- his-bed-for-you."
I looked at my feet not wanting her to see my embarrassment. Why did she have to do this to me? "So does Lance know the plan?"
"He's-the-only-one-who-doesn't-but-don't-worry-we're-going-out-for- pizza."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
She shook her head, "We're-going-out-for-pizza-and-Pizza-Plaza-at- seven-o'clock. HINT-HINT-HINT! Aw-never-mind-you'd-never-get-away-form-them- anyway." With that everything was flung forward and things were moving again and she was gone back into the yard.
I looked down the street and got out of the jeep numbly walking down the street. All these memories no longer repressed and what I had to do. I wanted to curl up in Lance's arms, like last night. We'd slept on the couch talking for half the night until a round of voices told us to shut up. It'd been so… normal. Like when I'd have a sleep over as a kid and we'd stay up late talking and laying video games. There hadn't been any kissing though, not then. Now there was, and it felt wonderful that someone actually wanted to touch a freak like me.
Fred came out onto the street hurling Kurt harmlessly away knowing he'd teleport out of it and looking right at me.
I couldn't do it, yet I found my hands reaching for my glasses and taking them off. No, I wanted to stay here where I was wanted and not a 'prime example of a mutation gone wrong'. Here I could try to be normal and be loved and yet I still found myself taking my shades off and blasting Fred. My mind screamed and beat me up cursed me out. He hadn't deserved that you didn't deserve that!
"Scott," Kurt was next to me with the scent of brimstone, "we've been vorried about you, you don't look good did zey do something to you?"
"Yeah," I told him as he grabbed my arm and teleported us to the car, "I'll be ok though, don't worry about it." I think they thought it was a traumatizing experience for me because they just let me go to my room and sit not letting anyone bother me. That was until a soft knock at the door revealed the youngest student at the institute, Jamie.
"Are you ok, Scott?" he asked timidly digging his toe into the ground. "I mean they're talking about what they might've done to you and well…." He was scared and worried. Worried for me.
"Nah, I bet they got it all wrong." I couldn't let the preteen just go on believing what they were probably saying about my new friends. After Cami had thrown the remote for Pietro to go fetch, which he did before it even touched the ground, Todd, Cami, Angela, Fred, and Lance had decided to play Uno. Well, Lance was dragged into it and I was dragged down with him. "Want to hear about it?" I asked him opening the door more. His eyes seemed to light up.
"Yeah." He ran into the room taking my invitation and sat on the bed. "So did they torture you or anything?"
I shook my head savoring the free time before the training sessions with Logan for getting into a fight at school. "Want to know what really happened? And it's a secret." He nodded eagerly and I flopped down onto the bed. I put my hands behind my head and looked up at the ceiling. "I talked with Lance, we worked out our differences and all that. Then the others came home and after a debate about holding me 'hostage' or not Lance's little sister, Cami, and Quicksilver got in a fight for the remote while Toad just tried to do his homework."
"Lance has a sister?" Jamie asked looking confused.
"Yeah, her names Cami or Whirlwind, she's interesting. After that whole fiasco and Scooby Doo was over I got dragged into a game of Uno that lasted like an hour or something. For dinner Irene warmed up a pizza and we ate it in the living room, I was put furthest from the door with Keith watching me," I rolled my eyes remembering that, he had looked at me like I was going to kill them all. Of course that was before Lance finished his dinner, nuzzled my neck and commented on how I smelt like vanilla. Then he didn't look at us at all. "We watched The Fast and The Furious and got small slices of cold apple pie."
"Gotta love Irene's cold apple pie." I turned my head sharply to see Rogue standing in the doorway. She came in, closed the door, and sat on the bed next to Jamie. "Don't worry, Scott, Ah know what's goin' on." She covered Jamie's ears with gloved hands. "Jewels informed me and Ah go to see Irene once in a while. Now that Ah know the truth also Ah'm considerin' leavin' myself, not like the Professor has helped me any."
Now that I thought about it he hadn't helped her at all really. "Did she… you know." Rogue nodded. "And you know about Lance and…" Again she nodded. "Well I was in the middle of a story, let go of Jamie so I can finish."
"All right." She let her hands fall from Jamie's ears and smiled at him. "Sorry, high school stuff." I could only imagine what it'd been like when Jewels had touched her and not fainted, I couldn't stand life without physical human contact.
"Anyway, before Rogue so rudely interrupted," I smiled at her and gave her a light push. She pretended to scowl at me before letting me continued. "After the pie I went downstairs with Lance, Zac, Jordan, Todd, and Calvin and played video games. Then we went to bed and that was pretty much it. No torturing involved."
"They do have it all wrong. Jean even canceled her date with Duncan to stay and make sure you're all right." Jamie chirped probably thrilled to be chatting and hanging out with the 'leader' of the X-men.
"Actually they rescheduled for tomorrow night," Rogue corrected fidling with the hem of her see through green over shirt before sighing, "School should be interesting tomorrow."
"Yeah," I replied, "it should."
((A/N: TA DA! Scott's point of view plus I found Sprite can actually help with writer's block. Who knew? Now here's something for you people to decide on:
Should I make an acceptation to my 'only one Evo/OC' rule?
Should it be Rogue and Mimic? (whole touch thingy)
If not then who the hell should it be?
It's not really a decide on, but I'm going to have a little part in a future story about the mutants Mystique actually found homes for. If you have a persona of your own you want to be included in this just email me the person's stats or just review w/ name/codename/age/location/power if ya want to give me some room to be creative.
There are your assignments, say bye Lance and Scott
Lance & Scott: Bye Lance and Scott
That has been so overdone *-_-
Scott: Why did you say Lance first?
Scott: Don't be a story hog.
Lance: Oh, quiet: P
Nekokittykat: Boys, boys! To the story please.
Lance: He started it.
Scott: *-_-
"So we got everything?" Lance asked me as he got in the dark green jeep after loading the groceries. He slipped the key into the ignition and glanced into the back seat to make sure. It'd taken us a while to get everything, it was now two o'clock.
"Yeah, tampons included."
"For someone so disgusted you sure are being obsessive."
"I'm not use to that sort of stuff," I replied as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the house in not uptown Bayville, but a decent, quiet neighborhood none the less. Once on the right street he stopped. "What is…" He covered my mouth and pointed to where at the house there seemed to be a lot of activity, plus the hedges had grown and shifted so that seeing in was difficult.
"Stay, looks like your friends decided to come get you." He parked the jeep and hopped out. Oh great, a battle and I wasn't in it. Wait a minute… a battle and I wasn't in it! I smiled, I'd like to know how it was going and all, but not having to fight was actually kind of, no very nice. Wasn't long lived though as a streak of blue and a moment later I got to find out what happened when a copy cat copies a speed demon and time regulator's powers. It wasn't very pretty.
"Hey, Scott-I'm-suppose-to-tell-ya-the-plan-and-fix-ya." Mimic said fidgeting with the hem of her black gloves that went up to her elbows in hyperactivity.
"Fix me?" It took a while to decipher the speech that was about ten word a second. That was when I noticed that everything was still, there was even a flock of birds motionless in the sky.
"Yeah-Xavier's-whole-little-mind-whatever-thingy. Did-you-know-that- Xavier-was-married-five-times. Oh-and-don't-touch-me, poisonous-skin-at-the- moment." She zipped into the driver's seat and just concentrated on me for a while.
Suddenly a rush of emotions and images consumed me. Some I recognized from my own memory… the plane, the hospital, the headaches, the foster homes, the hospital again, pain, confusion, Xavier. And suddenly I wasn't in Lance's jeep anymore but in the institute looking into Xavier's office and he was talking to… Magneto.
"This is one of the first memories he suppressed," Mimic informed me. She was standing beside me without her sunglasses dressed in her uniform of a dark blue sundress with black bike shorts underneath, a sky blue coat of sorts that was thin and went down to her knees and was sleeveless. "Him discussing his pans with Magneto."
I brought my hand up to my face and found that my own glasses were gone. "I. I remember this know. What happened to my…"
"Glasses? This is in you memory Scott, no need for them. Your eyes are sort of a blue green by the way. It's the same reason I'm not talking like Pietro."
"Yes, Mr. Summers is a prime example of a mutation gone wrong," Xavier was saying and my mouth dropped I did remember. "But with the proper training he'll be a fine member of our side."
"I don't want to relive this, it's making me sick."
"Then what would you like to see?" She asked breaking her glare on the two super mutants to look at me curiously. Her eyes were green like Rogue's.
"I… I remember my memories." The pain had finally given away and it was mostly clear. "I'm not quite sure… maybe." I shook my head. "I have my memories, that's enough." I'd let Lance tell me about Lance, even thinking of asking her had been wrong. "You said something about a plan?"
"Oh yeah," we were back in the jeep and, to my disappointment, my glasses mere back as were hers. "I-put-a-block-on-you-and-the-others, you'd- be-surprised-what-that-telepath-can-do, and-shielded-your-mind-with-Xavier- controlled-like-thoughts." She started walking toward the house. "You're- going-to-go-after-Blob-since-it-won't-hurt-him. Then-you're-going-to-act- like-you're-so-happy-they-got-you-back-and-be-our-inside-link-for-awhile. Don't-worry-moment-you-can't-take-it-anymore-I'm-sure-Lance-has-a-spot-in- his-bed-for-you."
I looked at my feet not wanting her to see my embarrassment. Why did she have to do this to me? "So does Lance know the plan?"
"He's-the-only-one-who-doesn't-but-don't-worry-we're-going-out-for- pizza."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
She shook her head, "We're-going-out-for-pizza-and-Pizza-Plaza-at- seven-o'clock. HINT-HINT-HINT! Aw-never-mind-you'd-never-get-away-form-them- anyway." With that everything was flung forward and things were moving again and she was gone back into the yard.
I looked down the street and got out of the jeep numbly walking down the street. All these memories no longer repressed and what I had to do. I wanted to curl up in Lance's arms, like last night. We'd slept on the couch talking for half the night until a round of voices told us to shut up. It'd been so… normal. Like when I'd have a sleep over as a kid and we'd stay up late talking and laying video games. There hadn't been any kissing though, not then. Now there was, and it felt wonderful that someone actually wanted to touch a freak like me.
Fred came out onto the street hurling Kurt harmlessly away knowing he'd teleport out of it and looking right at me.
I couldn't do it, yet I found my hands reaching for my glasses and taking them off. No, I wanted to stay here where I was wanted and not a 'prime example of a mutation gone wrong'. Here I could try to be normal and be loved and yet I still found myself taking my shades off and blasting Fred. My mind screamed and beat me up cursed me out. He hadn't deserved that you didn't deserve that!
"Scott," Kurt was next to me with the scent of brimstone, "we've been vorried about you, you don't look good did zey do something to you?"
"Yeah," I told him as he grabbed my arm and teleported us to the car, "I'll be ok though, don't worry about it." I think they thought it was a traumatizing experience for me because they just let me go to my room and sit not letting anyone bother me. That was until a soft knock at the door revealed the youngest student at the institute, Jamie.
"Are you ok, Scott?" he asked timidly digging his toe into the ground. "I mean they're talking about what they might've done to you and well…." He was scared and worried. Worried for me.
"Nah, I bet they got it all wrong." I couldn't let the preteen just go on believing what they were probably saying about my new friends. After Cami had thrown the remote for Pietro to go fetch, which he did before it even touched the ground, Todd, Cami, Angela, Fred, and Lance had decided to play Uno. Well, Lance was dragged into it and I was dragged down with him. "Want to hear about it?" I asked him opening the door more. His eyes seemed to light up.
"Yeah." He ran into the room taking my invitation and sat on the bed. "So did they torture you or anything?"
I shook my head savoring the free time before the training sessions with Logan for getting into a fight at school. "Want to know what really happened? And it's a secret." He nodded eagerly and I flopped down onto the bed. I put my hands behind my head and looked up at the ceiling. "I talked with Lance, we worked out our differences and all that. Then the others came home and after a debate about holding me 'hostage' or not Lance's little sister, Cami, and Quicksilver got in a fight for the remote while Toad just tried to do his homework."
"Lance has a sister?" Jamie asked looking confused.
"Yeah, her names Cami or Whirlwind, she's interesting. After that whole fiasco and Scooby Doo was over I got dragged into a game of Uno that lasted like an hour or something. For dinner Irene warmed up a pizza and we ate it in the living room, I was put furthest from the door with Keith watching me," I rolled my eyes remembering that, he had looked at me like I was going to kill them all. Of course that was before Lance finished his dinner, nuzzled my neck and commented on how I smelt like vanilla. Then he didn't look at us at all. "We watched The Fast and The Furious and got small slices of cold apple pie."
"Gotta love Irene's cold apple pie." I turned my head sharply to see Rogue standing in the doorway. She came in, closed the door, and sat on the bed next to Jamie. "Don't worry, Scott, Ah know what's goin' on." She covered Jamie's ears with gloved hands. "Jewels informed me and Ah go to see Irene once in a while. Now that Ah know the truth also Ah'm considerin' leavin' myself, not like the Professor has helped me any."
Now that I thought about it he hadn't helped her at all really. "Did she… you know." Rogue nodded. "And you know about Lance and…" Again she nodded. "Well I was in the middle of a story, let go of Jamie so I can finish."
"All right." She let her hands fall from Jamie's ears and smiled at him. "Sorry, high school stuff." I could only imagine what it'd been like when Jewels had touched her and not fainted, I couldn't stand life without physical human contact.
"Anyway, before Rogue so rudely interrupted," I smiled at her and gave her a light push. She pretended to scowl at me before letting me continued. "After the pie I went downstairs with Lance, Zac, Jordan, Todd, and Calvin and played video games. Then we went to bed and that was pretty much it. No torturing involved."
"They do have it all wrong. Jean even canceled her date with Duncan to stay and make sure you're all right." Jamie chirped probably thrilled to be chatting and hanging out with the 'leader' of the X-men.
"Actually they rescheduled for tomorrow night," Rogue corrected fidling with the hem of her see through green over shirt before sighing, "School should be interesting tomorrow."
"Yeah," I replied, "it should."
((A/N: TA DA! Scott's point of view plus I found Sprite can actually help with writer's block. Who knew? Now here's something for you people to decide on:
Should I make an acceptation to my 'only one Evo/OC' rule?
Should it be Rogue and Mimic? (whole touch thingy)
If not then who the hell should it be?
It's not really a decide on, but I'm going to have a little part in a future story about the mutants Mystique actually found homes for. If you have a persona of your own you want to be included in this just email me the person's stats or just review w/ name/codename/age/location/power if ya want to give me some room to be creative.
There are your assignments, say bye Lance and Scott
Lance & Scott: Bye Lance and Scott
That has been so overdone *-_-
Scott: Why did you say Lance first?