Disclaimer: Okay, if you want me to, I can ipretend/i I own something.
But I wouldn't really. I'd just be pretending for your benefit.
Author's notes: I love you reviewers! You're awesome, okay? Thank you all
for reading and actually isaying/i something. Much love to y'all.
And to "me": I'm glad you pointed that out. Yes, the only person entirely
out of character is the Professor, and with good reason. You see, if I were
to make ieveryone/i out of character, readers would have one devil of a
time keeping everyone straight. I mean, people have enough trouble keeping
the ioriginal/i characters straight, and I'm iadding/i characters in
this fic. So I'm just going to enhance everyone's personalities a little,
with a few exceptions. See if you can spot them! Hee-hee-hee...
To Chrissy: This is for you, babe.
Chapter Two: Here are the Crossovers!
p...a troupe of four people on the doorstep. There was an old man with a
long, white beard, two teenage boys, one with brown hair, one with black
hair, and a teenage girl, who looked pleasant to be around. They were all
dressed rather conspicuously in what seemed to be...well...dresses, for lack
of a better word, and were looking expectantly at the Professor, who tilted
his head slightly and said, "Welcome to the Xavier Institute for Gifted
Youngsters, ass-"
pJust then Scott clamped a hand over his mouth, having just detangled
himself from the crowd near the doorway and bolted all the way across the
wide lobby. Turning to the group outside, he took a moment to catch his
breath, then explained the Professor's "experiment" hastily, finishing up
with a "so you'll have to pardon anything that he says that seems offensive"
and a sheepish look. After which he removed his hand from the Professor's
mouth, looking apologetic.
p"Won't you come into our fucking abode?" Looking slightly puzzled at his
wording, but relieved to be admitted, the group stepped inside. Before
Wolverine could close the door behind them, however, or offer to take their
baggage inside, the old man turned around and waved a istick/i around in
the air. Four large trunks lifted themselves off the ground and floated into
the cavernous room. Shaking his head in bewilderment, Logan pushed the giant
wooden door closed.
p"Thank you, Professor Xavier," the old man (the one who had hair) nodded
at the other old man (the one with no hair), and extended his hand to be
shaken. "I'm Albus Dumbledore, and these are my students James Potter," he
gestured to the black-haired boy, who waved brightly, "Remus Lupin," he
gestured to the boy with brown hair now, and this one nodded with a slight
smile, "and Lily." Lily waved with a broad grin. [1]
p"It is very damn nice to meet you," said the Professor. "Now perhaps our
students can go to the common room and introduce themselves and shit."
pThe X-Men, who had by now picked themselves up off the floor and dusted
themselves off, smiled at the newbies invitingly. They had all soon trooped
off to the common room. Wolverine followed them, looking tough.
pOnce they were alone, Xavier smiled warmly at Dumbledore, who leaned over
to speak into Xavier's ear once the last noise had died down from the
direction of the students. "It might suit you," he whispered, "to speak as
one who normally uses that language to speak." He laughed right by the
Professor's ear, then straightened up, holding his back at an ache. "Now,"
he said in a normal voice. "Where am I to sleep?"
***
pOnce the common room had been filled with people, the questions had
begun.
p"How did he ido/i that thing with all the floating suitcases? Is he
telekinetic?"
p"Why are you wearing dresses?"
p"What are your powers?"
p"Do those dresses chafe?"
p"What kind of a name is 'Remus,' anyway?"
p"What are your powers?"
p"Wanna see my powers?"
p"Are you from England?"
pJames finally managed to get a word in. "Yes. And you're from Germany,
right?"
pThe X-Men finally quieted down to let Kurt speak. His hologram was
blushing (although the newbies didn't know it was a hologram yet). "Ja, I am
from Germany." He smiled big. "Want to see what I really look like?" All the
British people in the room shrugged and smiled, so Kurt pressed a button on
his watch. There was a pause.
p"Erm...do all Germans look like that?"
***
[1] What is her maiden name, anyway?
I will love you forever if you review. ^_^
But I wouldn't really. I'd just be pretending for your benefit.
Author's notes: I love you reviewers! You're awesome, okay? Thank you all
for reading and actually isaying/i something. Much love to y'all.
And to "me": I'm glad you pointed that out. Yes, the only person entirely
out of character is the Professor, and with good reason. You see, if I were
to make ieveryone/i out of character, readers would have one devil of a
time keeping everyone straight. I mean, people have enough trouble keeping
the ioriginal/i characters straight, and I'm iadding/i characters in
this fic. So I'm just going to enhance everyone's personalities a little,
with a few exceptions. See if you can spot them! Hee-hee-hee...
To Chrissy: This is for you, babe.
Chapter Two: Here are the Crossovers!
p...a troupe of four people on the doorstep. There was an old man with a
long, white beard, two teenage boys, one with brown hair, one with black
hair, and a teenage girl, who looked pleasant to be around. They were all
dressed rather conspicuously in what seemed to be...well...dresses, for lack
of a better word, and were looking expectantly at the Professor, who tilted
his head slightly and said, "Welcome to the Xavier Institute for Gifted
Youngsters, ass-"
pJust then Scott clamped a hand over his mouth, having just detangled
himself from the crowd near the doorway and bolted all the way across the
wide lobby. Turning to the group outside, he took a moment to catch his
breath, then explained the Professor's "experiment" hastily, finishing up
with a "so you'll have to pardon anything that he says that seems offensive"
and a sheepish look. After which he removed his hand from the Professor's
mouth, looking apologetic.
p"Won't you come into our fucking abode?" Looking slightly puzzled at his
wording, but relieved to be admitted, the group stepped inside. Before
Wolverine could close the door behind them, however, or offer to take their
baggage inside, the old man turned around and waved a istick/i around in
the air. Four large trunks lifted themselves off the ground and floated into
the cavernous room. Shaking his head in bewilderment, Logan pushed the giant
wooden door closed.
p"Thank you, Professor Xavier," the old man (the one who had hair) nodded
at the other old man (the one with no hair), and extended his hand to be
shaken. "I'm Albus Dumbledore, and these are my students James Potter," he
gestured to the black-haired boy, who waved brightly, "Remus Lupin," he
gestured to the boy with brown hair now, and this one nodded with a slight
smile, "and Lily." Lily waved with a broad grin. [1]
p"It is very damn nice to meet you," said the Professor. "Now perhaps our
students can go to the common room and introduce themselves and shit."
pThe X-Men, who had by now picked themselves up off the floor and dusted
themselves off, smiled at the newbies invitingly. They had all soon trooped
off to the common room. Wolverine followed them, looking tough.
pOnce they were alone, Xavier smiled warmly at Dumbledore, who leaned over
to speak into Xavier's ear once the last noise had died down from the
direction of the students. "It might suit you," he whispered, "to speak as
one who normally uses that language to speak." He laughed right by the
Professor's ear, then straightened up, holding his back at an ache. "Now,"
he said in a normal voice. "Where am I to sleep?"
***
pOnce the common room had been filled with people, the questions had
begun.
p"How did he ido/i that thing with all the floating suitcases? Is he
telekinetic?"
p"Why are you wearing dresses?"
p"What are your powers?"
p"Do those dresses chafe?"
p"What kind of a name is 'Remus,' anyway?"
p"What are your powers?"
p"Wanna see my powers?"
p"Are you from England?"
pJames finally managed to get a word in. "Yes. And you're from Germany,
right?"
pThe X-Men finally quieted down to let Kurt speak. His hologram was
blushing (although the newbies didn't know it was a hologram yet). "Ja, I am
from Germany." He smiled big. "Want to see what I really look like?" All the
British people in the room shrugged and smiled, so Kurt pressed a button on
his watch. There was a pause.
p"Erm...do all Germans look like that?"
***
[1] What is her maiden name, anyway?
I will love you forever if you review. ^_^