Note: I do not own any of the X-Men, or Hollywood (but oh the fun I'd have
with both!)
This was inspired by Red Witch, and picks up right at the end of "X-Treme Measures" Kitty's driving lands her a job as a Hollywood stunt driver! Will Kitty bring down the house, or just crash into it? Enjoy!
Xavier wheeled away from Sharp as the beverage maker waved back at him and walked back inside his factory. Hopefully, this would be the end of all the troubles that Sharp's drink, "Power-8" was causing. He wheeled down to his limo, and the back door opened up automatically and a special ramp for his wheelchair extended. After a few moments, he was situated in the back seat. "Take us home, Logan," he said.
The person in the driver's seat turned, and Xavier saw, to his horror, that it was not Logan under the red chauffeur's cap, but Kitty. "Sorry, but Logan's back at the Institute," she said. "But it's ok, he said I could drive!" She started up the car and gunned the engine as Xavier vainly tried to open the door before it was too late. With a squeal of tires, the limo roared away from the factory, leaving a cloud of dust and strips of burnt rubber in its wake.
A half hour later, the limo pulled up to the front of the Xavier Institute, but it was in a much less pristine condition than it had been in when it had left its garage earlier in the day. Two of the tires had been cut down, there were numerous dents in the front fender and both quarter-panels, and the small figurehead that sat atop the hood was bent at a 45o angle. Kitty got out of the car. "That was like, SO much fun, professor! I can't wait to drive again!" She giggled and ran inside the house.
Xavier slowly got out of the car and surveyed the damage to his limo. "I just had it restored!" he moaned, clutching the sides of his head.
Logan had watched the limo arrive back home from the front porch. "Payback is so-ooo good!" he chuckled to himself. He walked up behind Xavier. "Have a good trip, Chuck?" he asked.
Xavier groaned. Logan had gotten him back, and good. But he wasn't about to let Logan have the last laugh. "Logan, I'm glad to see you. I have an announcement to make and I want you to be the first to hear it. Until Kitty gets her driver's license, I am declaring the Institute to be a dry campus!"
Logan narrowed his eyes. No beer? He'd go insane!
"You wouldn't!" he growled.
Xavier simply shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "Try me,"
"I can't believe you'd do this, Charles!" Logan cried. "You know what this is going to do to me!"
"Well, I might consider making a few exceptions to that policy, IF you do me one small favor," Xavier said.
"What's that?" Logan asked suspiciously.
"Become Kitty's driving instructor, full time," Xavier said.
Logan gritted his teeth as he considered his choices. Go without beer until the half-pint got her license, or put his life on the line and teach her himself. Both options were extremely distasteful to say the least. Finally, he picked his poison and said, "Alright Charles, you win. I'll teach the kid how to drive,"
"Excellent," grinned Xavier, and wheeled inside the mansion.
"This job better have hazard pay!" Logan called after him.
Up next: Hollywood's had its fair share of monsters, but can it handle. Kitty's driving?
This was inspired by Red Witch, and picks up right at the end of "X-Treme Measures" Kitty's driving lands her a job as a Hollywood stunt driver! Will Kitty bring down the house, or just crash into it? Enjoy!
Xavier wheeled away from Sharp as the beverage maker waved back at him and walked back inside his factory. Hopefully, this would be the end of all the troubles that Sharp's drink, "Power-8" was causing. He wheeled down to his limo, and the back door opened up automatically and a special ramp for his wheelchair extended. After a few moments, he was situated in the back seat. "Take us home, Logan," he said.
The person in the driver's seat turned, and Xavier saw, to his horror, that it was not Logan under the red chauffeur's cap, but Kitty. "Sorry, but Logan's back at the Institute," she said. "But it's ok, he said I could drive!" She started up the car and gunned the engine as Xavier vainly tried to open the door before it was too late. With a squeal of tires, the limo roared away from the factory, leaving a cloud of dust and strips of burnt rubber in its wake.
A half hour later, the limo pulled up to the front of the Xavier Institute, but it was in a much less pristine condition than it had been in when it had left its garage earlier in the day. Two of the tires had been cut down, there were numerous dents in the front fender and both quarter-panels, and the small figurehead that sat atop the hood was bent at a 45o angle. Kitty got out of the car. "That was like, SO much fun, professor! I can't wait to drive again!" She giggled and ran inside the house.
Xavier slowly got out of the car and surveyed the damage to his limo. "I just had it restored!" he moaned, clutching the sides of his head.
Logan had watched the limo arrive back home from the front porch. "Payback is so-ooo good!" he chuckled to himself. He walked up behind Xavier. "Have a good trip, Chuck?" he asked.
Xavier groaned. Logan had gotten him back, and good. But he wasn't about to let Logan have the last laugh. "Logan, I'm glad to see you. I have an announcement to make and I want you to be the first to hear it. Until Kitty gets her driver's license, I am declaring the Institute to be a dry campus!"
Logan narrowed his eyes. No beer? He'd go insane!
"You wouldn't!" he growled.
Xavier simply shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "Try me,"
"I can't believe you'd do this, Charles!" Logan cried. "You know what this is going to do to me!"
"Well, I might consider making a few exceptions to that policy, IF you do me one small favor," Xavier said.
"What's that?" Logan asked suspiciously.
"Become Kitty's driving instructor, full time," Xavier said.
Logan gritted his teeth as he considered his choices. Go without beer until the half-pint got her license, or put his life on the line and teach her himself. Both options were extremely distasteful to say the least. Finally, he picked his poison and said, "Alright Charles, you win. I'll teach the kid how to drive,"
"Excellent," grinned Xavier, and wheeled inside the mansion.
"This job better have hazard pay!" Logan called after him.
Up next: Hollywood's had its fair share of monsters, but can it handle. Kitty's driving?