Disclaimer: I'm using the characters from Mutant X, (which I don't own), to
have a bit of fun. Please don't sue!
Author's Note: I got the idea to do this story from a friend who suggested something within the concept of "where were you when Kennedy was shot". It's set at a point in the past where we visit each of the members of Mutant X and find out what they were all doing at that point in time. Just a bit of fluff to pass the time. Hope you enjoy.
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Where Were You When . . .?
Christmas 1989
The snow was falling heavily, enveloping all the familiar landmarks and changing the view from the window into another strange white world.
A little boy sat at the window watching the snowflakes drift earthwards. His chin rested in his fingers, which were on the windowsill. His blue eyes clouded over as he lost himself in his thoughts.
He had been a bad boy. His dad had told him so, and he was never wrong. He just hadn't been able to help himself. He had kept awake all night long, waiting fro Santa to bring his presents, and as soon as the muffled noises from the den had stopped, he had crept downstairs to have a look.
As he had looked through the various parcels, he caught sight of a familiar shape and pulled it towards him. This was it, he had thought, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The remote control car with all those cool functions.
He had sat under the tree for ages, just looking at the parcel marked "Jesse", wishing he had x-ray vision, until he couldn't stand it any more. He had carefully picked open the parcel to expose the best present he could have wished for.
He didn't know what had woken his parents up, but as the elation ran through his small body, his father appeared in the doorway, his mother cowering behind him.
"Jesse Kilmartin, what do you think you are doing?" he had raged, his face getting so red that the eyes blazing with anger shone out all the more.
"I gave you a direct order to go to sleep and not touch any presents until Christmas morning."
Jesse had cowered as his father swooped down on him, picked him up by the collar with one hand and confiscated the car with the other.
"You won't be seeing this again for a very long time," he had bellowed as he thrust the boy into his room and took away the much anticipated present. He had lain in his bed trying to stem the tears of frustration all night.
Christmas morning dawned and still his dad kept up the punishment by banishing him to this room. He had been standing at the window for so long that his fingers were numb. His mother hadn't tried to buffer his dad's anger at all. He thought she was probably scared of him too.
A thought entered his mind. If his own mother was scared of her husband, maybe that meant he wasn't as perfect as he made himself out to be. He had wanted that car for as long as he could remember. It wasn't fair that his dad had confiscated it. It wasn't as if he was a bad boy all the time. The mutinous thoughts grew inside the blond head as a plan began to form.
He listened carefully and heard his parents talking in another room. Well, his dad was barking orders and his mother quietly whispered in reply. The coast was clear.
He walked over to the end of the room and faded through the wall to emerge into the den. He kept walking and passed through another wall to end up inside his father's private office. No one was allowed in there - not even the maid.
He saw the bright red car sitting on the immediately. He picked it up and ran to the open door. No one was around. Stealthily he made his way to his playroom and picked up an old bag. He placed the car lovingly inside it and ran out of the room towards the front door, stopping only to pick up his coat.
As soon as he closed the front door behind him, the snow battered his coat relentlessly, but he was determined. He wasn't going far. Down at the end of the garden there was a small alcove where the bushes didn't quite meet in the centre. He had found this hidey-hole a while ago and it had proved very useful so far since it was practically invisible from the outside. Carefully he put the bag with the car down and covered it with earth and leaves. He knew the snow would do the rest.
As he approached the house, phasing back into the room he had been banished to, he heard his dad yelling. He had discovered the disappearance of the car and he would be coming to interrogate the young boy. No matter. The car was safe now and he would never find it. He could face his angry father now - he knew his car was safe.
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Feel free to R&R, and any ideas for the other members will be welcomed.
Author's Note: I got the idea to do this story from a friend who suggested something within the concept of "where were you when Kennedy was shot". It's set at a point in the past where we visit each of the members of Mutant X and find out what they were all doing at that point in time. Just a bit of fluff to pass the time. Hope you enjoy.
***
Where Were You When . . .?
Christmas 1989
The snow was falling heavily, enveloping all the familiar landmarks and changing the view from the window into another strange white world.
A little boy sat at the window watching the snowflakes drift earthwards. His chin rested in his fingers, which were on the windowsill. His blue eyes clouded over as he lost himself in his thoughts.
He had been a bad boy. His dad had told him so, and he was never wrong. He just hadn't been able to help himself. He had kept awake all night long, waiting fro Santa to bring his presents, and as soon as the muffled noises from the den had stopped, he had crept downstairs to have a look.
As he had looked through the various parcels, he caught sight of a familiar shape and pulled it towards him. This was it, he had thought, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The remote control car with all those cool functions.
He had sat under the tree for ages, just looking at the parcel marked "Jesse", wishing he had x-ray vision, until he couldn't stand it any more. He had carefully picked open the parcel to expose the best present he could have wished for.
He didn't know what had woken his parents up, but as the elation ran through his small body, his father appeared in the doorway, his mother cowering behind him.
"Jesse Kilmartin, what do you think you are doing?" he had raged, his face getting so red that the eyes blazing with anger shone out all the more.
"I gave you a direct order to go to sleep and not touch any presents until Christmas morning."
Jesse had cowered as his father swooped down on him, picked him up by the collar with one hand and confiscated the car with the other.
"You won't be seeing this again for a very long time," he had bellowed as he thrust the boy into his room and took away the much anticipated present. He had lain in his bed trying to stem the tears of frustration all night.
Christmas morning dawned and still his dad kept up the punishment by banishing him to this room. He had been standing at the window for so long that his fingers were numb. His mother hadn't tried to buffer his dad's anger at all. He thought she was probably scared of him too.
A thought entered his mind. If his own mother was scared of her husband, maybe that meant he wasn't as perfect as he made himself out to be. He had wanted that car for as long as he could remember. It wasn't fair that his dad had confiscated it. It wasn't as if he was a bad boy all the time. The mutinous thoughts grew inside the blond head as a plan began to form.
He listened carefully and heard his parents talking in another room. Well, his dad was barking orders and his mother quietly whispered in reply. The coast was clear.
He walked over to the end of the room and faded through the wall to emerge into the den. He kept walking and passed through another wall to end up inside his father's private office. No one was allowed in there - not even the maid.
He saw the bright red car sitting on the immediately. He picked it up and ran to the open door. No one was around. Stealthily he made his way to his playroom and picked up an old bag. He placed the car lovingly inside it and ran out of the room towards the front door, stopping only to pick up his coat.
As soon as he closed the front door behind him, the snow battered his coat relentlessly, but he was determined. He wasn't going far. Down at the end of the garden there was a small alcove where the bushes didn't quite meet in the centre. He had found this hidey-hole a while ago and it had proved very useful so far since it was practically invisible from the outside. Carefully he put the bag with the car down and covered it with earth and leaves. He knew the snow would do the rest.
As he approached the house, phasing back into the room he had been banished to, he heard his dad yelling. He had discovered the disappearance of the car and he would be coming to interrogate the young boy. No matter. The car was safe now and he would never find it. He could face his angry father now - he knew his car was safe.
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Feel free to R&R, and any ideas for the other members will be welcomed.