There Must Be Some Kind of Way Out of Here
Chapter 28
Author's Note: Stuff in italics are thoughts and I love you all and thanks for the reviews. Oh, and when I said I opened my door with my mouth, I forgot to mention one thing -- how much it hurt. You see, sometimes the left side of my jaw will lock up (if I apply too much pressure to it), meaning that I can't open my mouth all the way. So fitting the door knob into a mouth that won't open all the way...it was very painful. But I do what I must for you all. I hope you appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or anything in it. Marvel and Kid's WB do. I just own John Jashback.
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John whistled a merry little tune as he walked up the stairs to his room. His stomach growled, adding it's demands for sacrifices to the cacophony John was already making. Two bowls of cereal was definitely not enough to charge him back up, not after regenerating both arms at once. But none of that mattered, because he was happy. He got his revenge on Pietro, he kissed Amara, and he didn't have any wierd dreams of dying or women he couldn't see.
The woman in the dream said to look into my heart to know who she was. I didn't have the dream last night, so maybe it was Amara that I was dreaming about.
John pursed his lips thoughtfully and nodded. It sounded right enough to him. John stopped on his door and put his hand on the knob, but stopped. He rubbed his chin idly and smiled to himself and went down one more door.
"Come in," a voice called from inside after John knocked.
He poked his head inside to see Amara sitting in front of a mirror, brushing her hair. He smiled, and made an odd waving gesture. "Just wanted to say good morning. Good morning."
John pulled his head back out and shut the door, and then back into his. Whistling again, he picked up the two arms he had shed the night before. It was quite the morbid sight, John holding his arms in his...well, arms. And then he shivered. It wasn't even two days ago when the right arm wouldn't come off, and now he could so easily pull it off? John shivered again, and looked down at his right arm.
I guess it wasn't such a big deal last night because of well...last night.
Getting used to both arms coming off was going to be an ordeal in itself.
Throwing aside the two loose arms onto his bed, John walked over to a corner of the room, and found one an arm sitting there, the skin tone a deathly grey. He bent down to pick it up, but it crumbled to pieces in his hands. Cursing silently, he wiped off his hands on his pants and walked away from the broken limb.
Gonna have to find out where they keep the vacuum cleaner around here.
Finding some clean clothes and reminding himself to wash his dirty ones, John headed off to bathroom for a much needed shower.
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"Excuse me, Professor," John said, stepping into Xavier's study. "Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Certainly, John. Please, sit down," he said, motioning to a chair. "Now, what is it you wish to ask?"
"First off, where can I find a vacuum cleaner?"
"Inside the closet in the kitchen."
"Ok, do I get a new training uniform, since my old one kind of, you know, got ripped to pieces."
"Ah yes, that." The Professor wheeled himself over to his desk and opened a drawer, and pulled out a new uniform, and handed it over to John. It was the same as his older one, except it had no sleeves at all.
Well that was thoughtful.
"Thanks. Next question: when I regrow an arm, it's covered in this wierd stuff. What the heck is it?"
"Hrm," he hummed, forming his hands into a steeple at his chin. "You'll have to ask Mr. McCoy about that. I'm sure he can offer a better explanation than I."
John nodded. "One last question, and that's where exactly do you get the money to pay for all this?"
The Professor visibly stiffened. He pulled as his shirt collar, as if it were tightening around his neck. "Ah yes, well you see..." As if he had absorbed Pietro's powers, he brought his hands up and clenched John's head by the temples in one fluid motion.
John's entire body went numb, and a voice inside of him took over.
You will forget what you have said. You will not remember the last question you had asked. You will extend your thanks and leave, and never ask that question again. You will forget what you have said...
John's eyes flew open, and he rocked backwards violently. He sat gaping for a moment, his eyes wide open. Working his jaw for a moment, John rubbed his forehead and stared at the Professor.
"Is there anything else you wish to ask, John?"
John blinked and licked his lips. There was something he wanted to say, but...he had forgotten. "Uh..uh..no. Uh...thank you. Uh, I'll uh...go now..." Pushing himself up, he walked to the door in a daze.
"John, don't forget your uniform."
"Huh? Oh. Right." He turned around and grabbed the uniform, and left the room, a disconcerted look plastered on his face.
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Professor Charles Xavier breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the door closed behind John Jashback. He ran a hand across his bald head and sagged backwards into his wheelchair.
"That was much too close for comfort," he spoke out loud.
But he had rectified the situation, and such an issue would never come up again. And on the off chance that it did, he was confident he could easily dispense with any predicaments that arose.
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John stumbled out of the Professor's study, rubbing his forehead.
I need some aspirin.
Busy trying to ease the throbbing in his head, John didn't notice Jean as he turned the corner, and the two hit each other.
John looked around for a moment, his vision blurred, trying to regain his senses.
"Are you ok, John?" Jean asked.
John squinted and looked over at the redhead and nodded. "Yeah, uh, I just have a headache, and uh, well, you know..." he said, trailing off.
"That's alright," she said, her voice full of delight.
Christ, she not only looks beautiful, but talks beautiful.
"So I heard your date with Amara last night went well..."
John rolled his eyes. "Is there anyone in this place who doesn't have something to say about that?"
"Well, I will admit that some of the others have been going overboard, but I think everyone is just interested in what happened, since you're new," Jean said, laughing.
John sort of shrugged and nodded. "I suppose you've got a point there. Well, if they want to know what happened..." John grinned evilly, an excellent idea formulating in his brain.
"Well, I'll see you around," Jean said, turning to walk past him.
"Jean, wait. Do you mind if I ask you a quick question?"
"Sure."
"Well, you know how everyone has their own special codenames they go by when in the Danger Room and stuff? Well...how come you don't have one?"
Jean visibly stiffened. She looked around nervously and said, "Ah, well you see..." As if she had Pietro's powers, her hands darted out and grabbed John by his temples, and a voice spoke to him inside of his head.
You will forget what you have said. You will not remember the question you had asked. You will extend your thanks and leave, and never ask that question again. You will forget what you have said...
John's eyes flew open, and he stumbled backwards violently. He stood gaping for a moment, his pupils dilated. Working his jaw for a moment, John rubbed his forehead and stared at the redhead.
"Is that all John?" Jean asked.
John blinked and licked his lips. There was something he wanted to say, but...he had forgotten. "Uh..uh..no. Uh...thank you. Uh, I'll uh...go now..." He turned around and continued walking down the hallway, an uneasy look plastered on his face.
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Jean Grey breathed a heavy sigh of relief as John Jashback turned the corner and disappeared from sight. She ran a hand through her long, red hair and sagged backwards into the wall.
"That was much too close for comfort," she spoke out loud.
But she had wiped the question from John's mind, and such an issue would never come up again. And on the off chance that it did, she was confident that she could easily solve the problem.
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John stumbled down the hallway, massaging his temples as he walked.
Man, now I really need some aspirin.
And somehow, John found himself at the head of the stairs, facing down at the mansion foyer. Below him, most of the other students were talking below, but all conversation stopped and all eyes turned to face John.
~Heh heh. They want to know what happened on the date? I'll give them what they want...~
"You wanted to know what happened last night?" John said loudly. "Fine, you'll get your answer."
All eyes followed his every move as he walked down the stairs and over to the sofa, where Amara was sitting with Kitty and Jubilee. He reached out and gently took her hand, pulling her up to him. Every jaw in the room hit the floor and every pair of eyes bugged out of their sockets at what happened next. John wrapped his arms around Amara and dipped her down as if they were dancing, and he kissed her passionately. Some time in the middle of the long kiss, John opened up an eye and looked around the room, satisfied with the expression on the face of everyone there. He finally broke the kiss and pulled himself and Amara back up, and delicately set her back down on the sofa. Her face would have made the brightest red blush, and John added to it by bowing and smiling at her. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought she was about ready to burst flames, literally. He pivoted around on his heels and walked off in the direction of the kitchen, whistling a merry tune to himself as he let his stomach lead him away.
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The bit with the Professor saying "Whew, that was a close one", or whatever it was he said, when John asked about the money...it doesn't have a hidden meaning. It's just meant to be funny. The same with the scene involving Jean (hey, that rhymes...sort of). I'm sorry. Forgive me, please.
Chapter 28
Author's Note: Stuff in italics are thoughts and I love you all and thanks for the reviews. Oh, and when I said I opened my door with my mouth, I forgot to mention one thing -- how much it hurt. You see, sometimes the left side of my jaw will lock up (if I apply too much pressure to it), meaning that I can't open my mouth all the way. So fitting the door knob into a mouth that won't open all the way...it was very painful. But I do what I must for you all. I hope you appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or anything in it. Marvel and Kid's WB do. I just own John Jashback.
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John whistled a merry little tune as he walked up the stairs to his room. His stomach growled, adding it's demands for sacrifices to the cacophony John was already making. Two bowls of cereal was definitely not enough to charge him back up, not after regenerating both arms at once. But none of that mattered, because he was happy. He got his revenge on Pietro, he kissed Amara, and he didn't have any wierd dreams of dying or women he couldn't see.
The woman in the dream said to look into my heart to know who she was. I didn't have the dream last night, so maybe it was Amara that I was dreaming about.
John pursed his lips thoughtfully and nodded. It sounded right enough to him. John stopped on his door and put his hand on the knob, but stopped. He rubbed his chin idly and smiled to himself and went down one more door.
"Come in," a voice called from inside after John knocked.
He poked his head inside to see Amara sitting in front of a mirror, brushing her hair. He smiled, and made an odd waving gesture. "Just wanted to say good morning. Good morning."
John pulled his head back out and shut the door, and then back into his. Whistling again, he picked up the two arms he had shed the night before. It was quite the morbid sight, John holding his arms in his...well, arms. And then he shivered. It wasn't even two days ago when the right arm wouldn't come off, and now he could so easily pull it off? John shivered again, and looked down at his right arm.
I guess it wasn't such a big deal last night because of well...last night.
Getting used to both arms coming off was going to be an ordeal in itself.
Throwing aside the two loose arms onto his bed, John walked over to a corner of the room, and found one an arm sitting there, the skin tone a deathly grey. He bent down to pick it up, but it crumbled to pieces in his hands. Cursing silently, he wiped off his hands on his pants and walked away from the broken limb.
Gonna have to find out where they keep the vacuum cleaner around here.
Finding some clean clothes and reminding himself to wash his dirty ones, John headed off to bathroom for a much needed shower.
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"Excuse me, Professor," John said, stepping into Xavier's study. "Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Certainly, John. Please, sit down," he said, motioning to a chair. "Now, what is it you wish to ask?"
"First off, where can I find a vacuum cleaner?"
"Inside the closet in the kitchen."
"Ok, do I get a new training uniform, since my old one kind of, you know, got ripped to pieces."
"Ah yes, that." The Professor wheeled himself over to his desk and opened a drawer, and pulled out a new uniform, and handed it over to John. It was the same as his older one, except it had no sleeves at all.
Well that was thoughtful.
"Thanks. Next question: when I regrow an arm, it's covered in this wierd stuff. What the heck is it?"
"Hrm," he hummed, forming his hands into a steeple at his chin. "You'll have to ask Mr. McCoy about that. I'm sure he can offer a better explanation than I."
John nodded. "One last question, and that's where exactly do you get the money to pay for all this?"
The Professor visibly stiffened. He pulled as his shirt collar, as if it were tightening around his neck. "Ah yes, well you see..." As if he had absorbed Pietro's powers, he brought his hands up and clenched John's head by the temples in one fluid motion.
John's entire body went numb, and a voice inside of him took over.
You will forget what you have said. You will not remember the last question you had asked. You will extend your thanks and leave, and never ask that question again. You will forget what you have said...
John's eyes flew open, and he rocked backwards violently. He sat gaping for a moment, his eyes wide open. Working his jaw for a moment, John rubbed his forehead and stared at the Professor.
"Is there anything else you wish to ask, John?"
John blinked and licked his lips. There was something he wanted to say, but...he had forgotten. "Uh..uh..no. Uh...thank you. Uh, I'll uh...go now..." Pushing himself up, he walked to the door in a daze.
"John, don't forget your uniform."
"Huh? Oh. Right." He turned around and grabbed the uniform, and left the room, a disconcerted look plastered on his face.
**********
Professor Charles Xavier breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the door closed behind John Jashback. He ran a hand across his bald head and sagged backwards into his wheelchair.
"That was much too close for comfort," he spoke out loud.
But he had rectified the situation, and such an issue would never come up again. And on the off chance that it did, he was confident he could easily dispense with any predicaments that arose.
**********
John stumbled out of the Professor's study, rubbing his forehead.
I need some aspirin.
Busy trying to ease the throbbing in his head, John didn't notice Jean as he turned the corner, and the two hit each other.
John looked around for a moment, his vision blurred, trying to regain his senses.
"Are you ok, John?" Jean asked.
John squinted and looked over at the redhead and nodded. "Yeah, uh, I just have a headache, and uh, well, you know..." he said, trailing off.
"That's alright," she said, her voice full of delight.
Christ, she not only looks beautiful, but talks beautiful.
"So I heard your date with Amara last night went well..."
John rolled his eyes. "Is there anyone in this place who doesn't have something to say about that?"
"Well, I will admit that some of the others have been going overboard, but I think everyone is just interested in what happened, since you're new," Jean said, laughing.
John sort of shrugged and nodded. "I suppose you've got a point there. Well, if they want to know what happened..." John grinned evilly, an excellent idea formulating in his brain.
"Well, I'll see you around," Jean said, turning to walk past him.
"Jean, wait. Do you mind if I ask you a quick question?"
"Sure."
"Well, you know how everyone has their own special codenames they go by when in the Danger Room and stuff? Well...how come you don't have one?"
Jean visibly stiffened. She looked around nervously and said, "Ah, well you see..." As if she had Pietro's powers, her hands darted out and grabbed John by his temples, and a voice spoke to him inside of his head.
You will forget what you have said. You will not remember the question you had asked. You will extend your thanks and leave, and never ask that question again. You will forget what you have said...
John's eyes flew open, and he stumbled backwards violently. He stood gaping for a moment, his pupils dilated. Working his jaw for a moment, John rubbed his forehead and stared at the redhead.
"Is that all John?" Jean asked.
John blinked and licked his lips. There was something he wanted to say, but...he had forgotten. "Uh..uh..no. Uh...thank you. Uh, I'll uh...go now..." He turned around and continued walking down the hallway, an uneasy look plastered on his face.
**********
Jean Grey breathed a heavy sigh of relief as John Jashback turned the corner and disappeared from sight. She ran a hand through her long, red hair and sagged backwards into the wall.
"That was much too close for comfort," she spoke out loud.
But she had wiped the question from John's mind, and such an issue would never come up again. And on the off chance that it did, she was confident that she could easily solve the problem.
**********
John stumbled down the hallway, massaging his temples as he walked.
Man, now I really need some aspirin.
And somehow, John found himself at the head of the stairs, facing down at the mansion foyer. Below him, most of the other students were talking below, but all conversation stopped and all eyes turned to face John.
~Heh heh. They want to know what happened on the date? I'll give them what they want...~
"You wanted to know what happened last night?" John said loudly. "Fine, you'll get your answer."
All eyes followed his every move as he walked down the stairs and over to the sofa, where Amara was sitting with Kitty and Jubilee. He reached out and gently took her hand, pulling her up to him. Every jaw in the room hit the floor and every pair of eyes bugged out of their sockets at what happened next. John wrapped his arms around Amara and dipped her down as if they were dancing, and he kissed her passionately. Some time in the middle of the long kiss, John opened up an eye and looked around the room, satisfied with the expression on the face of everyone there. He finally broke the kiss and pulled himself and Amara back up, and delicately set her back down on the sofa. Her face would have made the brightest red blush, and John added to it by bowing and smiling at her. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought she was about ready to burst flames, literally. He pivoted around on his heels and walked off in the direction of the kitchen, whistling a merry tune to himself as he let his stomach lead him away.
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The bit with the Professor saying "Whew, that was a close one", or whatever it was he said, when John asked about the money...it doesn't have a hidden meaning. It's just meant to be funny. The same with the scene involving Jean (hey, that rhymes...sort of). I'm sorry. Forgive me, please.