It was about an hour later that Scott flopped down in an armchair, which,
if you're counting, makes it about half one in the morning. The baby was
back asleep (she'd only woken up about six times to be fed, sang to, just
to cry, and horrors of horrors, be changed), and Scott was exhausted. "We
are NEVER having kids," he informed Jean wearily.
Kurt, Evan, Kitty and Rogue had only just stopped arguing about what to name her, after Scott suggested they leave it until the adults get back. Now all four of them were collapsed in chairs like Scott, along with Jean.
"Please come home soon, Professor," Scott begged the ceiling. It was all very well being in charge of however many teenagers who refused to go to bed at the right time and ate all the chocolate from the fridge and played tricks on him and whinged all the time and refused to do their homework, but it was quite another having to look after a baby.
There was a loud crash outside the front door.
"That could be them," Kitty said optimistically. Optimistically considering she had a splitting headache and Evan kept throwing bits of paper at her with "Rover" written on them.
There was a thud. Then a crash. Then a very loud "oops" that would have sounded like Logan if Logan happened to go round pretending to be a woman.
"Oh, Lord," mumbled Scott. "Someone go and open the door." He was too tired to even move.
"Can't move," Kurt moaned. "Too tired to move."
"I'm not going," Kitty said.
"I've done the work, I've changed two diapers this evening," Evan sighed.
Jean just clutched her head. "How can one baby cause so much pain and suffering?" she asked.
"It's the way it SCREAMS," Kitty said helpfully. "And the way it always wants you to sing to it, and change it, and feed it, and..." She sighed. "I never knew babies were so awful."
"Go open the door," Scott wailed as he heard another thud. "I think Mr McCoy's trying to run through it or something."
"I'm dead," Evan said.
"M'sleep," mumbled Kurt.
There was a squeal from outside.
"That was Logan," Kitty said.
"Shut up, I'm dead," Evan said.
"Open the door... open it..." Scott said into a cushion. "Someone do it."
There was a loud pounding, like someone hammering their fist on the front door. Probably Mr McCoy.
"Didn't one of them take a key with them?" Kitty asked.
"They probably can't find the lock," Scott replied.
Kurt started snoring. Kitty threw a cushion at him but he ignored it and carried on.
There was a huge crash as the door fell inwards off its hinges. The adults came into the living room (Ororo and Logan were giggling) as the baby woke up and started to scream.
Logan stopped giggling, but Ororo didn't.
"Baby," mumbled Kurt, possibly still asleep, if not, pretending to be. "Make it stop."
No one moved.
"I'm still dead," Evan announced.
"Professor... make it stop..." Scott begged.
"Ah'm goin' insane, make it STOP!" Rogue said, the first thing she'd said for ages. Scott blinked (not that you'd see it, but he did). He'd thought Rogue was asleep. Well, she probably was, but she wasn't now.
Ororo was still giggling, but Logan dug her hard in the ribs. She stopped for a moment and then carried on.
Xavier tried to get his eyes to focus... and his brain... and work out what that noise was.
"I'm going to bed," Mr McCoy informed them, as if he hadn't just ripped the Institute front door off by kicking it in. He headed for the stairs.
"What happened?" The Professor asked, trying to make his voice steady. He was trying to work out if the noise was a fire alarm or a burglar alarm.
"Everythin'," Rogue said drowsily.
"Make that noise stop, I'm dead," Evan said insistently.
Kurt, Evan, Kitty and Rogue had only just stopped arguing about what to name her, after Scott suggested they leave it until the adults get back. Now all four of them were collapsed in chairs like Scott, along with Jean.
"Please come home soon, Professor," Scott begged the ceiling. It was all very well being in charge of however many teenagers who refused to go to bed at the right time and ate all the chocolate from the fridge and played tricks on him and whinged all the time and refused to do their homework, but it was quite another having to look after a baby.
There was a loud crash outside the front door.
"That could be them," Kitty said optimistically. Optimistically considering she had a splitting headache and Evan kept throwing bits of paper at her with "Rover" written on them.
There was a thud. Then a crash. Then a very loud "oops" that would have sounded like Logan if Logan happened to go round pretending to be a woman.
"Oh, Lord," mumbled Scott. "Someone go and open the door." He was too tired to even move.
"Can't move," Kurt moaned. "Too tired to move."
"I'm not going," Kitty said.
"I've done the work, I've changed two diapers this evening," Evan sighed.
Jean just clutched her head. "How can one baby cause so much pain and suffering?" she asked.
"It's the way it SCREAMS," Kitty said helpfully. "And the way it always wants you to sing to it, and change it, and feed it, and..." She sighed. "I never knew babies were so awful."
"Go open the door," Scott wailed as he heard another thud. "I think Mr McCoy's trying to run through it or something."
"I'm dead," Evan said.
"M'sleep," mumbled Kurt.
There was a squeal from outside.
"That was Logan," Kitty said.
"Shut up, I'm dead," Evan said.
"Open the door... open it..." Scott said into a cushion. "Someone do it."
There was a loud pounding, like someone hammering their fist on the front door. Probably Mr McCoy.
"Didn't one of them take a key with them?" Kitty asked.
"They probably can't find the lock," Scott replied.
Kurt started snoring. Kitty threw a cushion at him but he ignored it and carried on.
There was a huge crash as the door fell inwards off its hinges. The adults came into the living room (Ororo and Logan were giggling) as the baby woke up and started to scream.
Logan stopped giggling, but Ororo didn't.
"Baby," mumbled Kurt, possibly still asleep, if not, pretending to be. "Make it stop."
No one moved.
"I'm still dead," Evan announced.
"Professor... make it stop..." Scott begged.
"Ah'm goin' insane, make it STOP!" Rogue said, the first thing she'd said for ages. Scott blinked (not that you'd see it, but he did). He'd thought Rogue was asleep. Well, she probably was, but she wasn't now.
Ororo was still giggling, but Logan dug her hard in the ribs. She stopped for a moment and then carried on.
Xavier tried to get his eyes to focus... and his brain... and work out what that noise was.
"I'm going to bed," Mr McCoy informed them, as if he hadn't just ripped the Institute front door off by kicking it in. He headed for the stairs.
"What happened?" The Professor asked, trying to make his voice steady. He was trying to work out if the noise was a fire alarm or a burglar alarm.
"Everythin'," Rogue said drowsily.
"Make that noise stop, I'm dead," Evan said insistently.