A/N: Actually Bazzer, I was plannin' on posting the chapters pretty close to each other. But, I guess a couple a months couldn't hurt. ^.^
Bouccu points for WritingMoose who correctly guessed what was going on. (sorta)
Lance Alvers stood outside the mansion, so many emotions running through him, he was trembling almost as much as the ground beneath him. It couldn't be happening to him again. Fate couldn't be that cruel. Then again, he knew quite well that it could. No. She didn't mean it. She couldn't mean it. Maybe he'd heard her wrong.
He'd barely noticed her teammates, or that the whole mansion was up in arms. None of that was important. This had nothing to do with them. But, then he was wrong, it had everything to do with them. They were her teammates, they were only looking out for her; just like his own teammates standing behind him. Now, there was the surprise. They hadn't done or said anything yet. They were letting him handle the situation as he wanted to, just waiting, ready in case he needed them. Surprisingly her teammates were doing the same thing. But as he glanced at them he realized it was only because they weren't all there. More pointedly, Summers wasn't there yet. Even though Wolverine was, he hadn't bothered to make a move yet. Lance wasn't sure how he felt about that. He was however, sure about how he felt about Kitty. Why didn't she understand?
Rogue rounded the corner, Forge right behind her. She tugged on the gloves of her uniform (a bad habit she'd recently discovered she had) and took in the sight before her. Lance and Kitty stood in the middle of the drive, about two feet away from each other. Rogue felt a sharp pang of sympathy when she saw Lance. His face was contorted into a mask of anger, so was his stance, but his pain was clearly evident. It was all over him, it wasn't hard to see. Apparently it was obvious to everyone, because both the X-men and the Brotherhood were clearly staying out of it. Even Wolverine wasn't moving, and from the looks of it, hadn't said anything either; which was very unlike him.
She slowly trotted over to Warren and Bobby. Casually leaning against the wall between them, she whispered, "What's going on?" Warren shrugged. "I just got here." "Ditto," Bobby replied, "But whatever it is, it's not good." "Well thank you Captain Obvious." Bobby pointed at Warren. "Hey that's Iceman to you. Captain Obvious is a name exclusive to a select few." They both laughed. Rogue looked at Kitty. She was standing there, arms crossed, leaning on one hip, not being affected by the tremors, so obviously intangible, but, her emotions were a little harder to read. It angered Rogue. Kitty was her roommate; she was supposed to know her well, at least well enough. Kitty was usually so easy to read, so why was it so hard now?
There was a sudden gust of wind, and then Pietro was leaning against the wall beside her. "Hey, hey there Rogue. How goes everything?" She turned to face him. "Pietro, ya know what's goin' on?" He smiled. "Take a wild guess...I believe you owe me some money." Rogue gasped, knowing exactly what he meant. Some of her teammates turned to them. Bobby and Warren were openly staring. Rogue thought about what Pietro had just said, then shook her head. "Sorry Pietro but ya owe me money." His eyebrows shot up. "What?! Rogue I said ten!" "Yea, ya did. But, considering the rules, the Sadey Hawkins dance don't count and neither does their last two, and tonight's." Pietro froze, thinking about it. "Dammit!" he cried, handing her twenty dollars, "You're right." "Thank Ya!" she replied, taking the money. She pointed at Lance and Kitty. "Keep watchin', our bet ain't ovah yet." Grumbling, Pietro turned to watch the fight. "Fine, but just so you know, I don't plan on loosing again." "Then stop bettin' wit me. How long's it been?" He looked at his watch. "Ten minutes, 42 seconds." "Come on Kitty," Rogue mumbled.
Logan watched the interaction with a certain sense of pride. He was glad the X-men were learning more from him then just how to win a fight. Cyclops came running out of the mansion. Wolverine sighed. Well some of the students were learning. "Alvers!" Lance looked up at him. "Ha! I win! 2:55!" Bobby cried, looking at his watch. "Cough it up everybody." "I don't think so, I got 2:57," Warren said, shaking his head. "Your watch is fast!" "And yours is slow. I got 2:56!" Sam replied. Roberto shook his head. "No. It was exactly two minutes, 45 seconds. My watch is impeccable." "Oh come off it Roberto!" Rahne cried. Soon a large fight broke out amongst the X-men about exactly how long it had taken Scott to make it outside and get mad. Rogue turned and whispered something to Pietro. He checked his watch and gave her the exact time. For who knew time better than Bayville's resident speed demon? There was a shrill whistle, and everyone stopped arguing and looked at her. "It was 2:59. Ya'll loose." They all turned to Pietro, who nodded smugly. Everyone began grumbling. "But I win. Pay up or-" *SNIK* There was a lot of groaning, but Logan got $100 richer. Storm shook her head, disapprovingly at him. "Sorry 'Ro, but they gotta learn somewhere. N last time I checked, we're a school, ain't we?"
The Professor cleared his throat. He'd come out after Scott. Everyone turned to him. "I believe we must first concentrate on the task at hand. Then you may all disagree on your betting." Wolverine snorted, obviously not happy with whatever comment the Professor had added mentally. Lance was getting annoyed at the whole situation in general. He'd had about enough.
Rogue noticed first. Grabbing Warren's shoulders, she said, "Go!" Warren didn't hesitate. With one graceful beat they were airborne. No sooner then Warren had flapped, a great wave of terra headed toward the mansion. Nightcrawler had watched Rogue and Angel's ascent and ported over to the Professor to get him to safety. Cannonball had also noticed his teammates retreat, and grabbing the two closest people (which happened to be Rahne and Jubilee) took off after them. Sunspot grabbed Magma, following their lead. Jean rose after them. Ororo, who was already airborne, dove and missed Jamie. With each collision with the ground two more Jamie's appeared. Everyone not in the air were being tossed around like clothes in a dryer. Pietro had zipped behind his leader for protection. But Lance was so mad, his power radiated in a fifty- foot radius, so the Brotherhood were thrown down as well.
The wave was getting closer, and it had only a few more feet to go, before it buried them. Anchoring himself, Bobby used all his strength to create a large ice wall. The dirt pounded against the ice as it hit, but the wall was strong. As the rumbling died down Bobby and Lance both collapsed. Kitty screamed and dove for Lance. She somehow managed to catch him before Pietro (which probably had something to do with the blood running down Quicksilver's neck) and fell to the ground cradling him like a child. Jean used her telekinesis to catch and gently lower Bobby to the ground. Warren and Rogue landed beside him. Rogue rushed to him near hysterics. There was a *BAMF* and Kurt and the Professor reappeared. The Professor looked around at the damage and the wounded, and refrained from sighing. As everyone began to collect their bearings, Professor Xavier thought of his dream. "We have so much to do," he said. "And miles to go before we sleep," Beast commented, as he supported a limping Ray. Xavier sighed. "Yes. That we do."
A/N: I dunno where Beast's comment is from. It's a quote from something. (I hope it's even the right words) It was just stuck in my head and fit perfectly. If anyone knows where it's from, could you please tell me? It's driving me crazy.
Okay. We all know Cannonball can fly. (Abstractly, but hey it's still flight) I haven't read a comic with Sunspot in it in a long time. But, my memory is fairly good, and I'm pretty sure he can fly, or could at some time. I'll look it up. I really hate it when one of them goes and stumps me like that. Makes me feel like less of a fan. So, yea, if you know that for sure too, jus tell me in the review please. Thank you.
Bouccu points for WritingMoose who correctly guessed what was going on. (sorta)
Lance Alvers stood outside the mansion, so many emotions running through him, he was trembling almost as much as the ground beneath him. It couldn't be happening to him again. Fate couldn't be that cruel. Then again, he knew quite well that it could. No. She didn't mean it. She couldn't mean it. Maybe he'd heard her wrong.
He'd barely noticed her teammates, or that the whole mansion was up in arms. None of that was important. This had nothing to do with them. But, then he was wrong, it had everything to do with them. They were her teammates, they were only looking out for her; just like his own teammates standing behind him. Now, there was the surprise. They hadn't done or said anything yet. They were letting him handle the situation as he wanted to, just waiting, ready in case he needed them. Surprisingly her teammates were doing the same thing. But as he glanced at them he realized it was only because they weren't all there. More pointedly, Summers wasn't there yet. Even though Wolverine was, he hadn't bothered to make a move yet. Lance wasn't sure how he felt about that. He was however, sure about how he felt about Kitty. Why didn't she understand?
Rogue rounded the corner, Forge right behind her. She tugged on the gloves of her uniform (a bad habit she'd recently discovered she had) and took in the sight before her. Lance and Kitty stood in the middle of the drive, about two feet away from each other. Rogue felt a sharp pang of sympathy when she saw Lance. His face was contorted into a mask of anger, so was his stance, but his pain was clearly evident. It was all over him, it wasn't hard to see. Apparently it was obvious to everyone, because both the X-men and the Brotherhood were clearly staying out of it. Even Wolverine wasn't moving, and from the looks of it, hadn't said anything either; which was very unlike him.
She slowly trotted over to Warren and Bobby. Casually leaning against the wall between them, she whispered, "What's going on?" Warren shrugged. "I just got here." "Ditto," Bobby replied, "But whatever it is, it's not good." "Well thank you Captain Obvious." Bobby pointed at Warren. "Hey that's Iceman to you. Captain Obvious is a name exclusive to a select few." They both laughed. Rogue looked at Kitty. She was standing there, arms crossed, leaning on one hip, not being affected by the tremors, so obviously intangible, but, her emotions were a little harder to read. It angered Rogue. Kitty was her roommate; she was supposed to know her well, at least well enough. Kitty was usually so easy to read, so why was it so hard now?
There was a sudden gust of wind, and then Pietro was leaning against the wall beside her. "Hey, hey there Rogue. How goes everything?" She turned to face him. "Pietro, ya know what's goin' on?" He smiled. "Take a wild guess...I believe you owe me some money." Rogue gasped, knowing exactly what he meant. Some of her teammates turned to them. Bobby and Warren were openly staring. Rogue thought about what Pietro had just said, then shook her head. "Sorry Pietro but ya owe me money." His eyebrows shot up. "What?! Rogue I said ten!" "Yea, ya did. But, considering the rules, the Sadey Hawkins dance don't count and neither does their last two, and tonight's." Pietro froze, thinking about it. "Dammit!" he cried, handing her twenty dollars, "You're right." "Thank Ya!" she replied, taking the money. She pointed at Lance and Kitty. "Keep watchin', our bet ain't ovah yet." Grumbling, Pietro turned to watch the fight. "Fine, but just so you know, I don't plan on loosing again." "Then stop bettin' wit me. How long's it been?" He looked at his watch. "Ten minutes, 42 seconds." "Come on Kitty," Rogue mumbled.
Logan watched the interaction with a certain sense of pride. He was glad the X-men were learning more from him then just how to win a fight. Cyclops came running out of the mansion. Wolverine sighed. Well some of the students were learning. "Alvers!" Lance looked up at him. "Ha! I win! 2:55!" Bobby cried, looking at his watch. "Cough it up everybody." "I don't think so, I got 2:57," Warren said, shaking his head. "Your watch is fast!" "And yours is slow. I got 2:56!" Sam replied. Roberto shook his head. "No. It was exactly two minutes, 45 seconds. My watch is impeccable." "Oh come off it Roberto!" Rahne cried. Soon a large fight broke out amongst the X-men about exactly how long it had taken Scott to make it outside and get mad. Rogue turned and whispered something to Pietro. He checked his watch and gave her the exact time. For who knew time better than Bayville's resident speed demon? There was a shrill whistle, and everyone stopped arguing and looked at her. "It was 2:59. Ya'll loose." They all turned to Pietro, who nodded smugly. Everyone began grumbling. "But I win. Pay up or-" *SNIK* There was a lot of groaning, but Logan got $100 richer. Storm shook her head, disapprovingly at him. "Sorry 'Ro, but they gotta learn somewhere. N last time I checked, we're a school, ain't we?"
The Professor cleared his throat. He'd come out after Scott. Everyone turned to him. "I believe we must first concentrate on the task at hand. Then you may all disagree on your betting." Wolverine snorted, obviously not happy with whatever comment the Professor had added mentally. Lance was getting annoyed at the whole situation in general. He'd had about enough.
Rogue noticed first. Grabbing Warren's shoulders, she said, "Go!" Warren didn't hesitate. With one graceful beat they were airborne. No sooner then Warren had flapped, a great wave of terra headed toward the mansion. Nightcrawler had watched Rogue and Angel's ascent and ported over to the Professor to get him to safety. Cannonball had also noticed his teammates retreat, and grabbing the two closest people (which happened to be Rahne and Jubilee) took off after them. Sunspot grabbed Magma, following their lead. Jean rose after them. Ororo, who was already airborne, dove and missed Jamie. With each collision with the ground two more Jamie's appeared. Everyone not in the air were being tossed around like clothes in a dryer. Pietro had zipped behind his leader for protection. But Lance was so mad, his power radiated in a fifty- foot radius, so the Brotherhood were thrown down as well.
The wave was getting closer, and it had only a few more feet to go, before it buried them. Anchoring himself, Bobby used all his strength to create a large ice wall. The dirt pounded against the ice as it hit, but the wall was strong. As the rumbling died down Bobby and Lance both collapsed. Kitty screamed and dove for Lance. She somehow managed to catch him before Pietro (which probably had something to do with the blood running down Quicksilver's neck) and fell to the ground cradling him like a child. Jean used her telekinesis to catch and gently lower Bobby to the ground. Warren and Rogue landed beside him. Rogue rushed to him near hysterics. There was a *BAMF* and Kurt and the Professor reappeared. The Professor looked around at the damage and the wounded, and refrained from sighing. As everyone began to collect their bearings, Professor Xavier thought of his dream. "We have so much to do," he said. "And miles to go before we sleep," Beast commented, as he supported a limping Ray. Xavier sighed. "Yes. That we do."
A/N: I dunno where Beast's comment is from. It's a quote from something. (I hope it's even the right words) It was just stuck in my head and fit perfectly. If anyone knows where it's from, could you please tell me? It's driving me crazy.
Okay. We all know Cannonball can fly. (Abstractly, but hey it's still flight) I haven't read a comic with Sunspot in it in a long time. But, my memory is fairly good, and I'm pretty sure he can fly, or could at some time. I'll look it up. I really hate it when one of them goes and stumps me like that. Makes me feel like less of a fan. So, yea, if you know that for sure too, jus tell me in the review please. Thank you.
