Disclaimer:
I own a piece of broccoli. That's it. So if you sue, that's all you get.
Author's Note:
I'm so sorry about not posting sooner. PLEASE don't tell Santa that I've been bad. Well this is my Holiday gift to all of you, another chapter. Again, I'm sorry. And I want everyone to know that I had only planned on having the Uncanny X-team make one appearance. Obviously, it's taken on a life of it's own in this story. ~hee hee~ So please bear with me, I'm doing my best to do these other characters just, although ~Feh~ I am not. Let me know if I wander ooc with them, or if you have any tips or suggestions. Oh and I asked Santa for reviews. . . so uh, just remember . . . I still believe!
P.S. If anyone is interested in having me do any artwork to illustrate this story, let me know. And the first person to e-mail on the easiest way to get the bold and italics to work, I'll put whatever they want to see in the story.
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Bobby craned his neck back to look at the enormous man towering above him. In most respects this seemed vaguely familiar, and he wondered to himself, italics Why do I always end up as the human punching bag whenever I'm with X-men? He grinned letting it stretch across his face as he brought his hands up innocently. "Oh hey, yeah, sorry bout that, I got a little carried away. But it's okay. Ice melts." The man was silent, and Bobby's instincts started flaring. Spider-sense tingling! He mused to himself. Onlookers began to move away in apprehension. The bouncer stood stoic still, staring the young man down.
Out of the corner of her eye, the inactivity caught Stacy's attention. She stopped her dancing, and her eyes widened. "Oh no!" She forced past the couples and crowds, bumping and jostling bodies out of her way as she cut across the dance floor. Several people yelled after her, and she muttered incoherent apologies as an afterthought to the curses from angered dancers. She made a turn to where Warren and Kurt where standing against the wall, grabbing Warren's wing to tug on it.
"Whoa, Stacy." Warren was taken by surprise. His body turned awkwardly at her insistent tugging, causing him to spill some of his drink. He held it out away from him as it spilled carelessly on the ground. He studied her face and the look of anxiety crinkled into lines of frustration on her forehead. "What's going on," he yelled, calling out over the pounding music.
"It's Bobby!" She fired back. Even as she yelled, Warren had to strain to hear her over the noise. She flailed her arm, motioning wildly to the corner over by the door. His instantly caught the strange activity, finding two figures struggling in the midst of the crowd. Something oddly familiar caused him to take a second glance. Warren squinted, peering past the pulsating lights and strobes to see Bobby desperately trying to free himself from the grip of an enormous man as he was drug towards the door.
"Mein gott!" Kurt exclaimed.
Bobby didn't notice his friends realization, however, having other things preoccupying him at the moment. The behemoth of a bouncer had hoisted him off the ground by the collar, and carrying him bodily towards the door. His arguments had died off and he squirmed wildly, not for the sake of getting free, but in response to the fact that iron grip the man had on his shirt was cutting off his breathing. His vision began to blur and swim and a cynical part of his brain taunted him. Thousands upon thousands of battles with the world's deadliest killers, who's sincere goals was to see him dead one way or another, and here he was suffocating to death at the hands of a mere bouncer. He was utterly mortified. The next thing he was aware of was the sensation of his body being flung through the air. He peered through clouded lids, and was able to make out wet pavement just before he met it, with crunching accuracy. Ice slide! His brain hissed, once again pitching the brilliant ideas when it was too little, too late. He shook his head to regain his bearings, and propped himself up as the door opened again.
"Oh, god, no," He closed his eyes, severely wondering if the man had changed his mind and was coming back to finish the task. When he didn't feel the death grip return, he carefully opened one eye. He saw Kurt's blue hand in front of him, and he took it, getting to his feet.
"New tactic, nein?" He grinned, the white fangs a stark contrast to the dark fur. He smiled, as regained his composure.
"Throws them off guard," he grimaced and rubbed his jaw. It felt swollen, and he presumed there would be bruising in the next few days.
Stacy walked over to Bobby, and grinned on him. She reached over slugged him in the shoulder, positioning her hands back on her hips. "Didn't know you had it in you, Frost Boy."
He rolled his eyes, and Warren sighed. "Just trying to do my part to promote mutant - human relations."
"How? By suggesting that we're idiots?" Warren frowned.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad! I mean I thought for sure that they would've kicked us out for these outfits." He raised an eyebrow at Kurt's get up, having been the only one in the group that had actually been enthusiastic about the items Stacy had picked out for him. He was sure that he would have Emma do a physic analysis on that one when they got back. He leveled an accusing finger at Stacy, but she dismissed it. She batted it away.
"Sure thing. Next time we go, we'll just bring the X-Zamboni as a get away vehicle."
"Har, har, har. So what now, ice princess?"
"Let's not argue about this. Perhaps that bar down the street would be suitable to everyone's taste." The group turned to where Kurt was pointing. A large banner hung inscribed "Karaoke Night" hung above the dim neon sign.
Stacy shrugged and started walking towards the building. Kurt followed, and Bobby removed a pair of sunglasses from his pocket. He grinned as he strutted past Warren, humming the theme to Miami Vice.
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That's part one. This chapter section will have three parts I think. I just wanted get this part up now. Review and let me know what you think.
I own a piece of broccoli. That's it. So if you sue, that's all you get.
Author's Note:
I'm so sorry about not posting sooner. PLEASE don't tell Santa that I've been bad. Well this is my Holiday gift to all of you, another chapter. Again, I'm sorry. And I want everyone to know that I had only planned on having the Uncanny X-team make one appearance. Obviously, it's taken on a life of it's own in this story. ~hee hee~ So please bear with me, I'm doing my best to do these other characters just, although ~Feh~ I am not. Let me know if I wander ooc with them, or if you have any tips or suggestions. Oh and I asked Santa for reviews. . . so uh, just remember . . . I still believe!
P.S. If anyone is interested in having me do any artwork to illustrate this story, let me know. And the first person to e-mail on the easiest way to get the bold and italics to work, I'll put whatever they want to see in the story.
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Bobby craned his neck back to look at the enormous man towering above him. In most respects this seemed vaguely familiar, and he wondered to himself, italics Why do I always end up as the human punching bag whenever I'm with X-men? He grinned letting it stretch across his face as he brought his hands up innocently. "Oh hey, yeah, sorry bout that, I got a little carried away. But it's okay. Ice melts." The man was silent, and Bobby's instincts started flaring. Spider-sense tingling! He mused to himself. Onlookers began to move away in apprehension. The bouncer stood stoic still, staring the young man down.
Out of the corner of her eye, the inactivity caught Stacy's attention. She stopped her dancing, and her eyes widened. "Oh no!" She forced past the couples and crowds, bumping and jostling bodies out of her way as she cut across the dance floor. Several people yelled after her, and she muttered incoherent apologies as an afterthought to the curses from angered dancers. She made a turn to where Warren and Kurt where standing against the wall, grabbing Warren's wing to tug on it.
"Whoa, Stacy." Warren was taken by surprise. His body turned awkwardly at her insistent tugging, causing him to spill some of his drink. He held it out away from him as it spilled carelessly on the ground. He studied her face and the look of anxiety crinkled into lines of frustration on her forehead. "What's going on," he yelled, calling out over the pounding music.
"It's Bobby!" She fired back. Even as she yelled, Warren had to strain to hear her over the noise. She flailed her arm, motioning wildly to the corner over by the door. His instantly caught the strange activity, finding two figures struggling in the midst of the crowd. Something oddly familiar caused him to take a second glance. Warren squinted, peering past the pulsating lights and strobes to see Bobby desperately trying to free himself from the grip of an enormous man as he was drug towards the door.
"Mein gott!" Kurt exclaimed.
Bobby didn't notice his friends realization, however, having other things preoccupying him at the moment. The behemoth of a bouncer had hoisted him off the ground by the collar, and carrying him bodily towards the door. His arguments had died off and he squirmed wildly, not for the sake of getting free, but in response to the fact that iron grip the man had on his shirt was cutting off his breathing. His vision began to blur and swim and a cynical part of his brain taunted him. Thousands upon thousands of battles with the world's deadliest killers, who's sincere goals was to see him dead one way or another, and here he was suffocating to death at the hands of a mere bouncer. He was utterly mortified. The next thing he was aware of was the sensation of his body being flung through the air. He peered through clouded lids, and was able to make out wet pavement just before he met it, with crunching accuracy. Ice slide! His brain hissed, once again pitching the brilliant ideas when it was too little, too late. He shook his head to regain his bearings, and propped himself up as the door opened again.
"Oh, god, no," He closed his eyes, severely wondering if the man had changed his mind and was coming back to finish the task. When he didn't feel the death grip return, he carefully opened one eye. He saw Kurt's blue hand in front of him, and he took it, getting to his feet.
"New tactic, nein?" He grinned, the white fangs a stark contrast to the dark fur. He smiled, as regained his composure.
"Throws them off guard," he grimaced and rubbed his jaw. It felt swollen, and he presumed there would be bruising in the next few days.
Stacy walked over to Bobby, and grinned on him. She reached over slugged him in the shoulder, positioning her hands back on her hips. "Didn't know you had it in you, Frost Boy."
He rolled his eyes, and Warren sighed. "Just trying to do my part to promote mutant - human relations."
"How? By suggesting that we're idiots?" Warren frowned.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad! I mean I thought for sure that they would've kicked us out for these outfits." He raised an eyebrow at Kurt's get up, having been the only one in the group that had actually been enthusiastic about the items Stacy had picked out for him. He was sure that he would have Emma do a physic analysis on that one when they got back. He leveled an accusing finger at Stacy, but she dismissed it. She batted it away.
"Sure thing. Next time we go, we'll just bring the X-Zamboni as a get away vehicle."
"Har, har, har. So what now, ice princess?"
"Let's not argue about this. Perhaps that bar down the street would be suitable to everyone's taste." The group turned to where Kurt was pointing. A large banner hung inscribed "Karaoke Night" hung above the dim neon sign.
Stacy shrugged and started walking towards the building. Kurt followed, and Bobby removed a pair of sunglasses from his pocket. He grinned as he strutted past Warren, humming the theme to Miami Vice.
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That's part one. This chapter section will have three parts I think. I just wanted get this part up now. Review and let me know what you think.