Note: This chapter probably merits a PG rating, for alcohol consumption and
"multiple" cases of child abuse :-D
"She did WHAT?" Charles Xavier yelled incredulously into his cell phone.
"You heard right, Chuck," Logan said on the other end of the line. "Kitty went and got herself a job as a stunt driver for this movie they're filming in town,"
Xavier groaned loudly. Just when it seemed things couldn't get ANY worse.
"Can't Trask let another one of those Sentinel robots loose instead?" he asked. "I'd rather deal with 10 of those things than open tomorrow's paper to find that half of Bayville's in ruins because of Kitty's driving," he said.
"Hey, it's not all bad," said Logan. "At least they're paying her,"
"Paying her?" asked Xavier. That was a whole new ballgame.
"Yeah. Five grand," said Logan.
"Hmm," said Xavier, thoughtfully stroking his chin. With that sort of money, he could get his limo at least partially repaired. Or maybe pay to fix one of the other dozen or so things around the Institute that Kitty's driving had demolished.
"Alright, Logan. I suppose Kitty can pursue this opportunity wherever it leads her," Xavier said. "But I want her closely supervised at all times!"
"Don't worry Chuck, she won't get within 2 feet of a car unless I'm right next to her," said Logan.
"Glad to hear it," said Xavier. "Who knows, Kitty's driving may take her all the way to Hollywood,"
"Wherever, just as long as it's someplace far away from us!" said Logan, a rare laugh escaping his lips.
X
Gordon Crane had been drinking heavily for the last hour and a half. After being fired as the stunt driver for the movie, he had gone into the nearest bar and ordered a drink, hoping to drown his sorrows. One pint led to another, and after a while, he was ranting to anybody would listen, in increasingly slurred tones, about the injustice of the world and how a 17- year old girl had cheated him out of his career.
He was so far gone that he hardly noticed when a man with flame-red hair sat down next to him at the bar. "Sounds like you've had a pretty rough day," the man observed.
"You said it," Gordon mumbled back, not noticing the man's Australian accent. At that stage of intoxication, everybody sounded the same, no matter where they were from. "Darn kid cost me my job!"
"Tell me about it," the man said curiously.
"Here I am, filming the chase scene for this movie they're shooting in town, and this kid comes up from out of nowhere and crashes me! And then that idiot director gives her MY job!"
"Tell me, what did she look like?" the man asked.
Gordon described Kitty from the brief glance he had gotten of her. "Say, why are you so interested?" he asked the man.
"Well, I represent a man, never mind who, who would not mind it one bit if some amount of harm were to befall this girl," he said. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is St. John Allerdyce. But most people call me Pyro,"
"Pyro. That's an interesting name. Irish?" Gordon asked.
"Not exactly," Pyro responded. "Now what do you say I get the next round and you tell me more about this movie they're making," he said, grinning a sly grin.
X
Over the next few days, Kitty had intensely studied her scene for the upcoming shoot. The film was about a daring jewel thief on the run from gangsters, and this particular scene was possibly the wildest of the whole film. Kitty's eyes had gone wide with excitement the first time she had read about what one particular stunt called for.
"Can you imagine, driving through a glass wall at 80 miles an hour?" she asked Kurt excitedly.
"Ah, I'm trying not to!" Kurt said nervously.
"Hmmph! You're no fun at all!" she said and walked off in a huff. As she walked past the kitchen, she heard Jamie and Bobby arguing over something.
"What are you two arguing about?" she asked them.
"Bobby doesn't think we'll be able to feel the shockwaves from here," Jamie said.
"What shockwaves?" Kitty asked, confused.
"The ones from all the explosions you're gonna cause tomorrow!" he said, laughing.
"That is like, so NOT funny!" Kitty shouted, and kicked his chair so hard that Jamie fell over onto the floor. He landed with a thud, followed quickly by 3 other copies of himself.
"See, Logan was right! She DOES have a temper!" said one of the Jamies.
"AAGH!" Kitty screamed. "I do NOT have a temper!" The Jamies got up and ran out of the kitchen with Kitty in hot pursuit. Bobby could hear the sounds of a scuffle coming from the den. He could heard Kitty yelling "If I had more arms I'd smack all four of you!", and several choruses of Jamie's laughter.
He poked his head in to see Kitty wrestling with one of the Jamies while the other three were hitting her with couch pillows. Bobby rolled his eyes as feathers flew everywhere.
"Why can't I just live with normal people?" he asked despondently, and walked away from the feathery carnage.
X
Next episode: How does Lance take all of Kitty's driving? Hopefully, with some extra-strength Tylenol!
"She did WHAT?" Charles Xavier yelled incredulously into his cell phone.
"You heard right, Chuck," Logan said on the other end of the line. "Kitty went and got herself a job as a stunt driver for this movie they're filming in town,"
Xavier groaned loudly. Just when it seemed things couldn't get ANY worse.
"Can't Trask let another one of those Sentinel robots loose instead?" he asked. "I'd rather deal with 10 of those things than open tomorrow's paper to find that half of Bayville's in ruins because of Kitty's driving," he said.
"Hey, it's not all bad," said Logan. "At least they're paying her,"
"Paying her?" asked Xavier. That was a whole new ballgame.
"Yeah. Five grand," said Logan.
"Hmm," said Xavier, thoughtfully stroking his chin. With that sort of money, he could get his limo at least partially repaired. Or maybe pay to fix one of the other dozen or so things around the Institute that Kitty's driving had demolished.
"Alright, Logan. I suppose Kitty can pursue this opportunity wherever it leads her," Xavier said. "But I want her closely supervised at all times!"
"Don't worry Chuck, she won't get within 2 feet of a car unless I'm right next to her," said Logan.
"Glad to hear it," said Xavier. "Who knows, Kitty's driving may take her all the way to Hollywood,"
"Wherever, just as long as it's someplace far away from us!" said Logan, a rare laugh escaping his lips.
X
Gordon Crane had been drinking heavily for the last hour and a half. After being fired as the stunt driver for the movie, he had gone into the nearest bar and ordered a drink, hoping to drown his sorrows. One pint led to another, and after a while, he was ranting to anybody would listen, in increasingly slurred tones, about the injustice of the world and how a 17- year old girl had cheated him out of his career.
He was so far gone that he hardly noticed when a man with flame-red hair sat down next to him at the bar. "Sounds like you've had a pretty rough day," the man observed.
"You said it," Gordon mumbled back, not noticing the man's Australian accent. At that stage of intoxication, everybody sounded the same, no matter where they were from. "Darn kid cost me my job!"
"Tell me about it," the man said curiously.
"Here I am, filming the chase scene for this movie they're shooting in town, and this kid comes up from out of nowhere and crashes me! And then that idiot director gives her MY job!"
"Tell me, what did she look like?" the man asked.
Gordon described Kitty from the brief glance he had gotten of her. "Say, why are you so interested?" he asked the man.
"Well, I represent a man, never mind who, who would not mind it one bit if some amount of harm were to befall this girl," he said. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is St. John Allerdyce. But most people call me Pyro,"
"Pyro. That's an interesting name. Irish?" Gordon asked.
"Not exactly," Pyro responded. "Now what do you say I get the next round and you tell me more about this movie they're making," he said, grinning a sly grin.
X
Over the next few days, Kitty had intensely studied her scene for the upcoming shoot. The film was about a daring jewel thief on the run from gangsters, and this particular scene was possibly the wildest of the whole film. Kitty's eyes had gone wide with excitement the first time she had read about what one particular stunt called for.
"Can you imagine, driving through a glass wall at 80 miles an hour?" she asked Kurt excitedly.
"Ah, I'm trying not to!" Kurt said nervously.
"Hmmph! You're no fun at all!" she said and walked off in a huff. As she walked past the kitchen, she heard Jamie and Bobby arguing over something.
"What are you two arguing about?" she asked them.
"Bobby doesn't think we'll be able to feel the shockwaves from here," Jamie said.
"What shockwaves?" Kitty asked, confused.
"The ones from all the explosions you're gonna cause tomorrow!" he said, laughing.
"That is like, so NOT funny!" Kitty shouted, and kicked his chair so hard that Jamie fell over onto the floor. He landed with a thud, followed quickly by 3 other copies of himself.
"See, Logan was right! She DOES have a temper!" said one of the Jamies.
"AAGH!" Kitty screamed. "I do NOT have a temper!" The Jamies got up and ran out of the kitchen with Kitty in hot pursuit. Bobby could hear the sounds of a scuffle coming from the den. He could heard Kitty yelling "If I had more arms I'd smack all four of you!", and several choruses of Jamie's laughter.
He poked his head in to see Kitty wrestling with one of the Jamies while the other three were hitting her with couch pillows. Bobby rolled his eyes as feathers flew everywhere.
"Why can't I just live with normal people?" he asked despondently, and walked away from the feathery carnage.
X
Next episode: How does Lance take all of Kitty's driving? Hopefully, with some extra-strength Tylenol!