"Mmprh... mrr mrr hmph," mumbled Rogue into the arm of the sofa she'd
crashed on the night before. Or that morning, depending on which way you
look at it. She really didn't want to get up, but someone was snoring
really loudly, and all Rogue could imagine was that it must be Kitty.
"Shuddup," Rogue mumbled.
Evan sat up. He must have fallen out the chair during the night -well, morning-when he'd been asleep- because he was on the floor. Rogue was on one sofa, mumbling to herself, and Logan and his aunt (well, you know, Evan's aunt, not Logan's) were on the sofa, Ororo on top of Logan. Logan was snoring. Kitty was curled up in an armchair. Everyone else must have found the energy to get to bed, Evan assumed (not much energy needed on Kurt's part. Teleport, and wham, he's there).
Kitty was sucking her thumb, and Rogue was mumbling still. Evan was just about to pull himself up onto the chair and go back to sleep when a scream rung throughout the mansion. A baby's scream. Crud.
"Morning!" Jamie called cheerfully, bounding into the room.
Aaaaaaaaaaarrrghhhhh! Thought Rogue. Go away!
Evan stuck his wrist out and stared at his watch. 7:30. Seven thirty? In the morning? On a SATURDAY??? No...
"Go'way," Rogue mumbled. She still wasn't anywhere near awake, and couldn't work out what Jamie was doing in her room; all she knew was that he had to go away right now.
The baby cries had stopped. Evan suddenly sat up. Where WAS Rover? Whoever was looking after her better have been doing a good job of it. Ah, who cares? Evan needed to sleep. Even though the noise had started up again.
The snoring stopped, because Logan had woken up. He was worried when he found he couldn't move, and even more worried when he realised he couldn't move because Ororo was lying on top of him. Now he wished he hadn't drunk so much... screw Charles and his "drinks are on me"... and what on earth was that noise? A baby crying???
"What is everyone doing asleep down here?" Jamie pondered out loud. He shrugged and made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Scott appeared in the doorway, looking stressed. He was holding the baby in his arms. He was mumbling, "milk," as he headed towards the direction of the kitchen to feed her-Betty Ann, as he'd started referring to her as.
"Go awaaay!" Rogue wailed. "Ah need to sleep!"
Logan really wanted to get up (and his leg was starting to go numb) but Ororo was still asleep and he wasn't too keen on being hit by a lightning bolt at this time in the morning. So he tried to stay still. Arrrghhh, no, now his leg was itching and he couldn't reach it...
Scott had got all he'd come for, and came back through to go back upstairs. No one even noticed him, since Betty-Ann/Rover was silent in his arms.
There was a loud ringing as someone rang the doorbell, and then walked straight through the gap where there used to be a door.
"Urrrghhh," Rogue complained. "Shut up."
Whoever it was let themselves into the living room.
"Ah'm tryin' to sleep!" Rogue yelled without even rolling over to see who it was.
Logan grunted in agreement. Except it was impossible to fall asleep with someone asleep on top of you.
"Has anyone seen the-" Scott began, coming back into the living room. "Er, hi Lance, what are you doing here?"
"Er..." Lance said, looking around the room. "Some party you had last night." Then he glanced at Scott. "And where'd that come from?"
"It's just a baby," Scott said casually. "She's called Betty-Ann."
"Right... I just came to see Kitty... she said early this morning..." he looked over at Kitty, who was sat curled up in the armchair asleep, still sucking her thumb. "I guess I was too early."
"Right, well, I have to go and change Betty-Ann, so if you'll excuse me..." Scott said, and left.
Lance stared around him. There were people in various stages of awakeness spread all over the floor and the furniture. "Er, excuse me, anyone?"
"I'm dead," Evan called.
Lance had two choices. One, he could go home and come back later. Two, he could help himself to breakfast at the Institute, since they didn't have any food back home (Fred had had a midnight feast). Hmm, breakfast sounded good. They might even have milk for their cereal. Or perhaps toast! They did have a toaster at the Brotherhood house; it just happened that Todd had broken it when he jammed his tongue in it (yes, it was on at the time). And no one wants Toad slime on their toast.
The kitchen contained a real, working toaster, Jamie, and a whole lot of baby junk. "Where did all this stuff come from?" Lance wondered out loud. "Which one of the X-Geeks has a baby?" He saw Jamie staring at him. He jumped. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know you were there... I just came to get some breakfast..."
Jamie gave him a funny look, but didn't question it.
"Do you know how to work the toaster?" Lance asked.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Jean groaned as Scott reappeared in the doorway. She'd slept on the floor in his room to help keep an eye on Rover/Betty- Ann/Emily, and although Scott acted as if he'd done all the work, he'd actually slept through her crying. Emily crying that is, not Jean. Jean felt like crying though, she was so exhausted. Hopefully it was time to hand the whole thing over to the adults. Xavier would know what to do. So long as he named her Emily.
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Okay, I'd just like to stop here to say a HUGE thank you for all the reviews I've got. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! Thanks. Danke. They're great. You're all great. But I'm still at a loss as what to call this baby. I think that when she gets older she may not like being called Rover-Betty- Ann-Emily-Moonshine-Daffodil-Elizabeth-Rebecca-Kurt Junior, plus whatever Logan wants to call her, and then Ororo and Xavier and... well, suggestions, anyone?
Evan sat up. He must have fallen out the chair during the night -well, morning-when he'd been asleep- because he was on the floor. Rogue was on one sofa, mumbling to herself, and Logan and his aunt (well, you know, Evan's aunt, not Logan's) were on the sofa, Ororo on top of Logan. Logan was snoring. Kitty was curled up in an armchair. Everyone else must have found the energy to get to bed, Evan assumed (not much energy needed on Kurt's part. Teleport, and wham, he's there).
Kitty was sucking her thumb, and Rogue was mumbling still. Evan was just about to pull himself up onto the chair and go back to sleep when a scream rung throughout the mansion. A baby's scream. Crud.
"Morning!" Jamie called cheerfully, bounding into the room.
Aaaaaaaaaaarrrghhhhh! Thought Rogue. Go away!
Evan stuck his wrist out and stared at his watch. 7:30. Seven thirty? In the morning? On a SATURDAY??? No...
"Go'way," Rogue mumbled. She still wasn't anywhere near awake, and couldn't work out what Jamie was doing in her room; all she knew was that he had to go away right now.
The baby cries had stopped. Evan suddenly sat up. Where WAS Rover? Whoever was looking after her better have been doing a good job of it. Ah, who cares? Evan needed to sleep. Even though the noise had started up again.
The snoring stopped, because Logan had woken up. He was worried when he found he couldn't move, and even more worried when he realised he couldn't move because Ororo was lying on top of him. Now he wished he hadn't drunk so much... screw Charles and his "drinks are on me"... and what on earth was that noise? A baby crying???
"What is everyone doing asleep down here?" Jamie pondered out loud. He shrugged and made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Scott appeared in the doorway, looking stressed. He was holding the baby in his arms. He was mumbling, "milk," as he headed towards the direction of the kitchen to feed her-Betty Ann, as he'd started referring to her as.
"Go awaaay!" Rogue wailed. "Ah need to sleep!"
Logan really wanted to get up (and his leg was starting to go numb) but Ororo was still asleep and he wasn't too keen on being hit by a lightning bolt at this time in the morning. So he tried to stay still. Arrrghhh, no, now his leg was itching and he couldn't reach it...
Scott had got all he'd come for, and came back through to go back upstairs. No one even noticed him, since Betty-Ann/Rover was silent in his arms.
There was a loud ringing as someone rang the doorbell, and then walked straight through the gap where there used to be a door.
"Urrrghhh," Rogue complained. "Shut up."
Whoever it was let themselves into the living room.
"Ah'm tryin' to sleep!" Rogue yelled without even rolling over to see who it was.
Logan grunted in agreement. Except it was impossible to fall asleep with someone asleep on top of you.
"Has anyone seen the-" Scott began, coming back into the living room. "Er, hi Lance, what are you doing here?"
"Er..." Lance said, looking around the room. "Some party you had last night." Then he glanced at Scott. "And where'd that come from?"
"It's just a baby," Scott said casually. "She's called Betty-Ann."
"Right... I just came to see Kitty... she said early this morning..." he looked over at Kitty, who was sat curled up in the armchair asleep, still sucking her thumb. "I guess I was too early."
"Right, well, I have to go and change Betty-Ann, so if you'll excuse me..." Scott said, and left.
Lance stared around him. There were people in various stages of awakeness spread all over the floor and the furniture. "Er, excuse me, anyone?"
"I'm dead," Evan called.
Lance had two choices. One, he could go home and come back later. Two, he could help himself to breakfast at the Institute, since they didn't have any food back home (Fred had had a midnight feast). Hmm, breakfast sounded good. They might even have milk for their cereal. Or perhaps toast! They did have a toaster at the Brotherhood house; it just happened that Todd had broken it when he jammed his tongue in it (yes, it was on at the time). And no one wants Toad slime on their toast.
The kitchen contained a real, working toaster, Jamie, and a whole lot of baby junk. "Where did all this stuff come from?" Lance wondered out loud. "Which one of the X-Geeks has a baby?" He saw Jamie staring at him. He jumped. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know you were there... I just came to get some breakfast..."
Jamie gave him a funny look, but didn't question it.
"Do you know how to work the toaster?" Lance asked.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Jean groaned as Scott reappeared in the doorway. She'd slept on the floor in his room to help keep an eye on Rover/Betty- Ann/Emily, and although Scott acted as if he'd done all the work, he'd actually slept through her crying. Emily crying that is, not Jean. Jean felt like crying though, she was so exhausted. Hopefully it was time to hand the whole thing over to the adults. Xavier would know what to do. So long as he named her Emily.
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Okay, I'd just like to stop here to say a HUGE thank you for all the reviews I've got. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! Thanks. Danke. They're great. You're all great. But I'm still at a loss as what to call this baby. I think that when she gets older she may not like being called Rover-Betty- Ann-Emily-Moonshine-Daffodil-Elizabeth-Rebecca-Kurt Junior, plus whatever Logan wants to call her, and then Ororo and Xavier and... well, suggestions, anyone?