NOTE: hehe, well I thought I'd write a couple more chapters before I left
for the airport. Enjoy guys, and please review! Thanks to all the people
that wished me, you guys are the best!
"Now everybody, Mr. McCoy has been nice enough to make dinner tonight," Dr. Grey announced, beaming warmly at the blue furred Beast who smiled widely as everyone broke into claps and loud hoots.
"I didn't know you could cook Mr. McCoy," Jubilee commented in surprise. Logan snorted.
"He can't. I'm still recovering from the last time ol' Hank decided to treat us to his Spicy Casserole," Logan said, wincing down at his plate.
Beast let out an indignant sound. "My friend, I do believe your food poisoning resulted from your unhealthy amount of alcohol in addition to those disgusting bacon rinds you seem to enjoy."
"Sure whatever you say," Logan said with a smirk.
Kurt flashed a sympathetic smile at Beast, his favorite teacher, and bravely swallowed a mouthful of quiche. He stopped, and grabbed wildly for his water. Then, managing a weak smile, chewed manfully until he'd gulped the whole mouthful down. Pietro and Lance exchanged skeptical looks. Pietro shrugged and stabbed himself a forkful of the hot quiche, and stuck it in his mouth. Chewing for a few moments, he swallowed as well.
"It's a little hard, but it's way better than what we're used to," Pietro muttered finally. Beast beamed at the off-handed compliment. The rest of them shrugged and followed suit.
"What's for dessert?" Pietro asked immediately, after wolfing his entire plate in a few minutes.
Dr. Grey exchanged mysterious smiles with Miss Munroe. "Suffice it to say it's sweet."
"Speaking of sweet, my car reeks of jelly donut. I can't, for the life of me, figure out why. Logan, did you-?" Scott began. Jubilee and Lance exchanged secret smiles.
"Nope, I only borrow your bike, One Eye, not that wimpy Corvette. Sides' I hate jelly donuts," Logan said, while poking at his food with his fork.
"Well, I'm glad all of you are here, because I have some news about a fieldtrip," the Professor said, smiling at them.
Kitty raised an eyebrow. "A fieldtrip, Professor? What about classes?"
"What about them?" Pietro cut in. Kitty glared at him and Pietro glared back unwavering.
"SOME people, may actually care that they're missing classes a week before finals," Kitty retorted.
"And OTHER people, could care less," Pietro shot back.
"Half-pint, Hummingbird," Logan warned. Pietro winced slightly at the nickname but fell silent.
"Anyways," the Professor continued after a few moments. "All finals are being postponed a week, due to this outing. You don't have to worry about not having time to study, especially you Kitty," the Professor added, smiling at Kitty, who blushed at the compliment.
"So where are we going?" Jubilee jumped in eagerly.
"The carnival," the Professor said, after a moment of deliberation.
"The carnival?" Kurt echoed.
"But, isn't that, like, for-," Jubilee began.
"Kids?" Mr. Summers finished. "Well, yes, technically it is."
Bobby leaned forward frowning. "Your postponing finals for a week so we can go to the carnival? There has to be a catch!"
"How good of you to mention it," Logan said smirking. "You're right, there is a catch. Chuck, you wanna tell them what they'll be doing there?"
The professor stifled a grin. "You'll be babysitting the younger children of the Institute for the day."
"I knew it!" Bobby groaned.
"Babysitting, mein gott, but aren't those children a bit..unruly?" Kurt asked tactfully.
"They're holy terrors," Logan agreed.
"Logan!" Miss Munroe admonished.
"Ahem, I mean, they're not that bad," Logan amended quickly, while giving them all a pitying look.
Rogue frowned. "I don't get it, why don't you guys just babysit them?" she asked, pointing to the adults. Miss Munroe and Dr. Grey simultaneously laughed at that.
"We babysit everyday, my dear. We want a day of rest, where we can read or go out to the movies. Which is why, the Professor has been kind enough to arrange a day where us boring adults can have a peaceful day at home," Miss Munroe explained.
"It won't be that bad," Mr. Summers comforted, as he noted even Kurt looking a little frightened at the prospect of dealing with the younger children of the Institute for an entire day.
"We're doomed," Bobby whispered to Lance. "Last year during Christmas, the children dropped Logan's Cuban cigars into acrylic paint and almost hot-wired Mr. Summers' car!"
"So what, a whole day without adults," Pietro said smiling mischievously.
Logan exchanged a skeptical glance with the Professor at that. "Yes that's true, Pietro, but we expect all of you to act like responsible young adults. I'm pairing you off, and giving each pair about 7 kids to watch over."
"So, who's my partner?" Bobby asked casually, while his eyes found Rogue who was trying her hardest not to look at him.
Mr. Summers pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well, ordinarily I'd put you with Jubilee, but I think I'll put you with Rogue. She's responsible, and you're good with children."
Rogue looked wide-eyed at Bobby whose eyes were sparkling at her. Rogue flushed and looked away confused.
"Jubilee, you'll be paired with.Kurt." Jubilee's face fell, and Lance crossed his arms in disappointment. "Kitty, you'll be with Lance." Suddenly, everyone turned to Pietro. After a few seconds,
"Wait a second, you're letting Pietro babysit 7 kids ALONE?" Lance protested. "I promise you, you'll never see those kids again!"
"Hey, I can do it alone! I don't need anyone," Pietro said confidently.
"Oh brother," Kitty muttered.
"Okay, fine. New partners. Kurt, you'll be alone, and Lance you'll be with Jubilee. Kitty, your responsible, you can keep Pietro in line, can't you?" Mr. Summers asked.
"You can't be serious!" Pietro protested.
"So not only do I have to babysit 7 kids, but I have to babysit Pietro?" Kitty cried out.
"Haha, you'll probably bore them to death!" Pietro shot back at Kitty.
"After listening to you non-stop for 4 hours, they'll pray for it!" Kitty retorted.
"You couldn't look after those kids without my help and you know it!" Pietro said, his blue eyes staring confidently into Kitty's brown ones.
"I have my whistle, that's all I need!"
"That's not the same as a man," Pietro said derisively.
"Yeah, well neither are you!" Kitty countered. Pietro's jaw dropped open, but as he prepared to deliver a comeback, Logan blew shrilly with two fingers.
"That's enough!"
Both teens gulped at the stern look on Logan's face. "If you're both done fighting, I'd like to remind you, that you'll have to put your differences aside. Watching 7 kids is no easy task. Understand?"
"Yes," Kitty and Pietro both muttered, sulkily.
"Good, now we'll be leaving tomorrow around noon, so please be ready," Mr. Summers said calmly.
"I can't wait," Kurt said bleakly.
"Now everybody, Mr. McCoy has been nice enough to make dinner tonight," Dr. Grey announced, beaming warmly at the blue furred Beast who smiled widely as everyone broke into claps and loud hoots.
"I didn't know you could cook Mr. McCoy," Jubilee commented in surprise. Logan snorted.
"He can't. I'm still recovering from the last time ol' Hank decided to treat us to his Spicy Casserole," Logan said, wincing down at his plate.
Beast let out an indignant sound. "My friend, I do believe your food poisoning resulted from your unhealthy amount of alcohol in addition to those disgusting bacon rinds you seem to enjoy."
"Sure whatever you say," Logan said with a smirk.
Kurt flashed a sympathetic smile at Beast, his favorite teacher, and bravely swallowed a mouthful of quiche. He stopped, and grabbed wildly for his water. Then, managing a weak smile, chewed manfully until he'd gulped the whole mouthful down. Pietro and Lance exchanged skeptical looks. Pietro shrugged and stabbed himself a forkful of the hot quiche, and stuck it in his mouth. Chewing for a few moments, he swallowed as well.
"It's a little hard, but it's way better than what we're used to," Pietro muttered finally. Beast beamed at the off-handed compliment. The rest of them shrugged and followed suit.
"What's for dessert?" Pietro asked immediately, after wolfing his entire plate in a few minutes.
Dr. Grey exchanged mysterious smiles with Miss Munroe. "Suffice it to say it's sweet."
"Speaking of sweet, my car reeks of jelly donut. I can't, for the life of me, figure out why. Logan, did you-?" Scott began. Jubilee and Lance exchanged secret smiles.
"Nope, I only borrow your bike, One Eye, not that wimpy Corvette. Sides' I hate jelly donuts," Logan said, while poking at his food with his fork.
"Well, I'm glad all of you are here, because I have some news about a fieldtrip," the Professor said, smiling at them.
Kitty raised an eyebrow. "A fieldtrip, Professor? What about classes?"
"What about them?" Pietro cut in. Kitty glared at him and Pietro glared back unwavering.
"SOME people, may actually care that they're missing classes a week before finals," Kitty retorted.
"And OTHER people, could care less," Pietro shot back.
"Half-pint, Hummingbird," Logan warned. Pietro winced slightly at the nickname but fell silent.
"Anyways," the Professor continued after a few moments. "All finals are being postponed a week, due to this outing. You don't have to worry about not having time to study, especially you Kitty," the Professor added, smiling at Kitty, who blushed at the compliment.
"So where are we going?" Jubilee jumped in eagerly.
"The carnival," the Professor said, after a moment of deliberation.
"The carnival?" Kurt echoed.
"But, isn't that, like, for-," Jubilee began.
"Kids?" Mr. Summers finished. "Well, yes, technically it is."
Bobby leaned forward frowning. "Your postponing finals for a week so we can go to the carnival? There has to be a catch!"
"How good of you to mention it," Logan said smirking. "You're right, there is a catch. Chuck, you wanna tell them what they'll be doing there?"
The professor stifled a grin. "You'll be babysitting the younger children of the Institute for the day."
"I knew it!" Bobby groaned.
"Babysitting, mein gott, but aren't those children a bit..unruly?" Kurt asked tactfully.
"They're holy terrors," Logan agreed.
"Logan!" Miss Munroe admonished.
"Ahem, I mean, they're not that bad," Logan amended quickly, while giving them all a pitying look.
Rogue frowned. "I don't get it, why don't you guys just babysit them?" she asked, pointing to the adults. Miss Munroe and Dr. Grey simultaneously laughed at that.
"We babysit everyday, my dear. We want a day of rest, where we can read or go out to the movies. Which is why, the Professor has been kind enough to arrange a day where us boring adults can have a peaceful day at home," Miss Munroe explained.
"It won't be that bad," Mr. Summers comforted, as he noted even Kurt looking a little frightened at the prospect of dealing with the younger children of the Institute for an entire day.
"We're doomed," Bobby whispered to Lance. "Last year during Christmas, the children dropped Logan's Cuban cigars into acrylic paint and almost hot-wired Mr. Summers' car!"
"So what, a whole day without adults," Pietro said smiling mischievously.
Logan exchanged a skeptical glance with the Professor at that. "Yes that's true, Pietro, but we expect all of you to act like responsible young adults. I'm pairing you off, and giving each pair about 7 kids to watch over."
"So, who's my partner?" Bobby asked casually, while his eyes found Rogue who was trying her hardest not to look at him.
Mr. Summers pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well, ordinarily I'd put you with Jubilee, but I think I'll put you with Rogue. She's responsible, and you're good with children."
Rogue looked wide-eyed at Bobby whose eyes were sparkling at her. Rogue flushed and looked away confused.
"Jubilee, you'll be paired with.Kurt." Jubilee's face fell, and Lance crossed his arms in disappointment. "Kitty, you'll be with Lance." Suddenly, everyone turned to Pietro. After a few seconds,
"Wait a second, you're letting Pietro babysit 7 kids ALONE?" Lance protested. "I promise you, you'll never see those kids again!"
"Hey, I can do it alone! I don't need anyone," Pietro said confidently.
"Oh brother," Kitty muttered.
"Okay, fine. New partners. Kurt, you'll be alone, and Lance you'll be with Jubilee. Kitty, your responsible, you can keep Pietro in line, can't you?" Mr. Summers asked.
"You can't be serious!" Pietro protested.
"So not only do I have to babysit 7 kids, but I have to babysit Pietro?" Kitty cried out.
"Haha, you'll probably bore them to death!" Pietro shot back at Kitty.
"After listening to you non-stop for 4 hours, they'll pray for it!" Kitty retorted.
"You couldn't look after those kids without my help and you know it!" Pietro said, his blue eyes staring confidently into Kitty's brown ones.
"I have my whistle, that's all I need!"
"That's not the same as a man," Pietro said derisively.
"Yeah, well neither are you!" Kitty countered. Pietro's jaw dropped open, but as he prepared to deliver a comeback, Logan blew shrilly with two fingers.
"That's enough!"
Both teens gulped at the stern look on Logan's face. "If you're both done fighting, I'd like to remind you, that you'll have to put your differences aside. Watching 7 kids is no easy task. Understand?"
"Yes," Kitty and Pietro both muttered, sulkily.
"Good, now we'll be leaving tomorrow around noon, so please be ready," Mr. Summers said calmly.
"I can't wait," Kurt said bleakly.