A/N - Okay next part. And thank you 'me!' I feel so privileged to have such wonderful fans! *gives her biggest grin* Wow. Thanks a bunch. I'm glad you consider Toby and Mel not part of the Mary-Sues. I feel exactly the same way and it's a great honour for me as a writer to have made some really loved and believable characters!
"Ooff," Lance gasped as Pietro rounded a corner and ran straight into him. "Hey! Watch it!"
"Logan's pissed!" Pietro said breathlessly. "I mean really - ooh is that a cigarette?"
"Yes."
"Where the hell did you get a cigarette from around here and more importantly where's mine?"
"Jamie," Todd grinned, peeping over Lance's shoulder.
"Nice," Pietro smirked, snatching the cigarette from Lance's fingers and taking a drag, "maybe Multiple ain't so bad."
"Guys, are you forgetting that we have a seriously pissed off Wolverine on our tails!?!" Toby yelled, his voice growing gradually louder.
"WE WHAT!?!" Lance yelped.
"Ahh, yeah," Pietro ducked his head, "my bad. Sorry Lance."
"Arrgh!" Lance snarled, reaching for Pietro's neck, "sometimes I could just.......strangle you!"
"Try it and I'll set my guard dog on you," Pietro said, zipping behind Toby and pushing Toby's head up by the chin with one hand.
"Ah-haaaa," Toby gave a small sigh and a dopey, dreamy look passed over his face as Pietro's fingers pressed against his skin.
"God!" Pietro rolled his eyes, "I know I'm irresistible, but damn it Toby do you have to do that!?!"
"Hmm?" Toby blinked and turned his dreamy, ice-blue eyes on Pietro.
"Oh God!" Todd yelped, "I think I just heard something."
"Like what?" Lance asked.
"LIKE AN ANGRY, HAIRY X-GEEK TRAINER!"
"BREAK!" Pietro yelled.
Logan rushed into the hall to a chorus of slamming doors. He growled deep in his throat and wrenched open the first door.
"That was close," Todd gasped. "Too close."
"I'll say," Freddy panted, "where are we anyway?"
The two teenagers looked up and about the large open room.
"Uh-oh.........." Todd said.
"DUCK!" Freddy yelled.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Todd yelped, leaping out of the way, "WE'RE IN THE DANGER ROOM! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!"
"Do you think we lost him?" Pietro asked.
"Ooh-er," Lance moaned, "you ever realise how very much like an out of control rollarcoaster you are when you freak out at super speed?"
"No," Pietro frowned, "what the hell are talking about? Rollarcoaster?"
"I think I'm going to be sick," Lance groaned, placing a hand over his mouth.
"Well, do it over there......away from me."
"Oh that's nice," Lance said, "never mind the fact that you just made your friend sick by going nuts; just shove him off to the side and make sure he pukes out of sight. Well I think I'll just puke right on your feet!"Lance began to make hacking noises as he walked towards Pietro.
"Ahh! Get away!"
"NO! I'm going to barf on your feet whether you like it or not!"
"Don't-touch-me-DON'T-TOUCH-ME-DON'T-TOUCH-ME!" Pietro yelled, zipping away from Lance as he walked towards the speed demon making barfing noises. Suddenly, Pietro came to an abrupt halt, in exactly the same way a cat does, with no extra forward momentum just a dead halt from a fast run. In a tenth of a second he was at Lance's side, a hand pressed over his mouth.
"Shh!" Pietro hissed.
"Wha?" came Lance's muffled reply.
"I think I heard something."
"Pietro?" Toby called out cautiously as he peered around the door. "Lance? Todd? Freddy?" No answer came. Toby moved out slowly and he tried even more cautiously, "Mr. Logan?"
Still nothing.
Toby wandered further into the room and looked about.The room had one bed, and a large mirrored dressing table, covered in make-up. A picture of Scott and Jean sat on one side whilst the year book photo of Toby sat in the middle, framed in a silver heart. Toby raised an eyebrow and walked further into the room.
'This is so weird,' Toby thought as he picked up the framed photo, 'she's got a framed photo of me. I don't know why she keeps doing this. Do I send out signals? Straight people are mental.'
Toby put the photo back on the dresser. Beside the frame was a red, leather bound book with it's small clasp undone. Toby raised his eyebrows and picked it up. Opening it he read:
The Diary Of Jean Grey
A small smile spread over Toby's lips. He flicked through to the most recent entry and began to read:
'Dear Diary,
Today was such a wonderful day. I woke up and the sun was shining, the birds were singing and it was a school day! I also knew I would be seeing Toby today because I have chemistry with him. You know, I had the most wonderful dream about him last night. I dreamt that he had joined the X-Men and would no longer associate himself with those Brotherhood boys; and that he was absolutely devoted to me, which meant -'
"Ooh-err," Toby made a disgusted noise and stuck his tongue out as he held the book away, almost as if it had acquired a nasty smell. He held the book in one hand as he reached into his satchel bag and pulled out a pen. He then began to write underneath:
'Dream Analysis by Dr. Sugmund Freud:
The talk about lack of communication in which "Toby," 'does not associate himself with those Brotherhood boys,' suggests that you are can be a jealous person and like to dance naked under the full moon. The talk of two opposing teams tells me that one day all your hair will fall out and you will become as bald as Professor Xavier himself. The boy you mention is a symbol of your overwhelming desire to stay true to your emotions and finally take that step, get the operation and become no longer Jean, but Jeremy Grey.'
Toby slammed the diary shut and placed it back on the dresser.
"Right," Toby said, "now that that's done, time to find the guys."
"I've said it once and I'll say it again," Todd gasped as he leant on Freddy, out of breath, 'that was close. Too close."
"Hey, neat!" Freddy said, stepping towards a shiny, black B.B Gun that sat on the desk in front of them.
"Wooah!" Todd yelped as his prop disappeared and he fell to the floor with a crash. 'Oww. Fred, why'd you do that?"
"Look Todd," Freddy turned around, the gun in his hands. An evil smile played on his lips, "we got ourselves a weapon. And plastic bullets."
"Alright!" Todd whooped.
"And what do we do with weapons?"
"Uhh..."
"We go on a safari!" Freddy grinned.
"Huzzah!" Todd crowed, "and what pray tell is on the safari agenda?"
"X-Geeks of course."
"Excellent," Todd cackled as he rubbed his hands together.
"Wolverine has gone like, totally mental," Kitty said to Kurt as they wandered the gardens in search of the Brotherhood.
"Tell me about it!" Kurt said, "I've not seen him this angry since the incident with the X-Jet."
"Do you think we'll like, find any of them?" Kitty asked as she peered behind a bush.
"Nein," Kurt answered, "they've probably run by now. You know how they are. None of their attacks on the X-Mansion have worked so far."
Behind the two X-Men Pietro shot out of a bush his arms raised as if to strangle Kurt. Lance shot up beside him and dragged him back down in a minor, silent struggle.
"So like, how long do you think this search will go on for?"
"Not too much longer. Logan should cool down soon - " Behind Kurt, Kitty's yelp was stifled as Pietro grabbed hold of her, slapped a hand over her mouth and pulled her into the undergrowth " - but I could be wrong," Kurt continued. "What do you think Kitty?.........Kitty?.......KITTY!"
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Oooh! What will happen next!?! To tell you the truth I don't even know. It'll depend where the story takes me. Oh, if anyone wants a pic of Toby in battle costume just put your e-mail in the review. Till the next chapter; Becs.