There Must Be Some Kind of Way Out of Here
Chapter 29
Author's Note: Stuff in italics are thoughts and I love you all and thanks for the reviews.
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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"They had it coming. That's all I'll say. Cause I still think it's my business and her business, and I don't care how new I am, or how curious they are, they don't need to know. But since they wanted to know so badly, I gave them what they wanted."
Across the table, Jamie Madrox nodded absently, flipping through the channels on the TV.
John nodded back, and crammed a slice of bread into his mouth. On the inside, he was grinning like a fool, but with good reason too. He hadn't intended to get Amara caught up into the whole thing, but maybe now the others wouldn't be so inquiring. They must not be anymore, since only Jamie broke off from them and followed John.
So hopefully I've fed the beast enough for it to stay calm.
"Hey John, you think we can talk now?" Scott asked, walking into the room.
"Oh, sure. Sit down," John said around a mouthful of food, motioning at the table.
"Alone?" he asked, nodding at Jamie.
John grabbed the younger mutant by the shoulder. "Private Jamie, you up to performing some guard duty?"
"Huh?"
"Make sure no one comes in."
"Oh, ok. Cool." He turned off to the television and stood up, and started to leave the room.
"Yeah, but one of you isn't enough. So you know what we have to do, right?"
Jamie nodded.
John pushed him to the doorway. "I'm sorry, buddy," he said, and pushed him backwards, the younger boy hitting the opposite wall. Upon impact, four Multiples popped out, all rubbing their backs.
"You guys ok?" John asked.
All five flashed John a thumbs up.
"Ok, remember: no one comes in, unless you know, it's an adult or something," John reminded him, and then closed the door. Seated back at the table, John asked, "So uh...what's up?"
"You agreed to do anything I asked when I loaned you the car. Well, it's time I tell you what you're going to do..." And Scott explained to him in great detail what it was that he would do.
When he had finished, John looked at him for a moment with a confused look. "You have to be kidding. Why do you want me to do this? I don't see why you can't do it yourself."
Scott stuck a finger under John's nose and wagged it. "You promised. So do it, or...well, you don't want to know what I can do to you."
John was taken aback by Scott's very blunt and very open threat.
Damn, he must be really serious about this.
John sighed. "Fine. But I won't get into any serious trouble for this...will I?"
"Hmm no, I don't think so."
"I hope not," John said as he got up out of his chair and left the room, wondering all the while just how he was going to do what Scott wanted done.
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John and all five Jamies stepped back into the mansion foyer. It was still very much full as it was only minutes before. And it only got more crowded when they stepped in. And the conversation hushed and all eyes went to John.
As hard he tried not to, he grinned. Ignoring the others, he walked over to the sofa, where Amara was still sitting.
"Can I talk with you outside?" he asked.
Next to Amara, Kitty and Jubilee's eyes widened. Amara looked around for a moment, a mixture of confusion and excitement on her face.
"Uh...ok."
Opening the front door for her, the two stepped outside, while everyone inside surged forward, pressing their faces up to the windows, peering outside. John managed to stifle the urge to laugh at that.
"So uh, what did you want to talk about?" Amara asked timidly, blushing slightly.
"Earlier...when I went out and y'know...kissed you in front of everyone...I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that," John said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know, it's just that everyone was asking what happened, and I wouldn't tell them, cause I don't think it's really their business unless we want to tell them, even if they're curious or because they think we're good together, which I don't understand since I've only been here five days, and uh, because I'm the new guy, and uh... And well, since everyone stopped everything when I showed up earlier, I guess I wanted to give 'em something to talk about. Do you uh, understand what I'm trying to say?"
Amara nodded. "The others...they were asking me, too. I told the other girls, and asked them to not tell anybody. They didn't, as far as I know of."
Hrm. I guess they were just saying that stuff in the dining room earlier to mess with me or the other guys.
John nodded. "Well uh, thanks, I guess."
"And as for what you did earlier in there," Amara said, smiling devilishly, "Well...I don't know what to say about that. It was...unexpected. And when you left, everybody was really interested to ask what it was about, and jumped to conclusions."
"Ah, is uh, 'unexpected' a good thing?"
"Maybe," Amara said, smiling devilishly.
John beamed brightly, and inside, was full of relief. He took a gamble with what he did, but luckily, it paid off. Pointing at the others looking through the window, he said, "So, what about them? We could do something to mess with them..."
Amara shook her head. "Not this time. Maybe later."
John shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, fine by me. Well uh...see you around, I guess, and uh, thanks for not being mad."
Right about the time Amara and John had gone back inside, Scott had appeared from somewhere, presumably from his room as he was wearing his uniform, and announced that it was time for, in his own words, "some good ol' fashioned target practice."
Amidst the shuffling of the other students to change, John walked up to Scott and asked, "So uh...am I supposed to do this target practice stuff, too?"
The older mutant shook his head. "No, you'll be doing something else." He pointed upstairs. "Go talk to Rogue. I think you'll be doing physical training with her and Logan."
Physical training with Rogue and Logan.
That seemed like a double-edged sword to John. On one hand, he got to work out with Rogue, even if he couldn't sort out his exact feelings for her. Did he like her just as a friend? Or did he want something more? John shook his head. There could be nothing more with her. It wasn't possible.
I'm with Amara, for one thing. I think. And besides, I can't touch Rogue. Can't build much with that sort of limitation.
And then of course, it was physical training with Logan. If he ran things like the two Danger Room sessions John had been in...it would be an experience to remember.
John walked up the stairs and stopped at the door that he thought he remembered as Rogue's room. He knocked on the door but was sent reeling backwards as Kitty's head literally poked out of it.
"Holy crap," was all John could say. Back against the wall and eyes wide, John clutched both hands over his heart to try and keep it from jumping out of his chest.
"Oh. Oops, sorry," Kitty said, before coming out of the room all the way. She was wearing her uniform, and up close, John could see how it was very form-fitting to her body.
Wow.
"So like what did you want?"
Pushing dirty thoughts out of his head, John said, "Oh uh, is uh, Rogue in there?"
"Oh, she's just in the bathroom," she said, tossing her head in to motion her location, her ponytail bobbing in the air. "Well, gotta go! See ya, Hot Lips." Waving, she sunk down into the floor and out of sight.
"Hot Lips?"
"That's what all the girls are callin' yah after what happened downstairs," said a voice from behind.
John turned around to see Rogue, a wry little smile on her face.
"Oh...uh...that. Uh...you saw that?"
"No, but I heard what ya did," she said, tracing a gloved finger along his chin and grinning as she walked past and opened her door.
"Oh uh...yeah...uh...heh..." Stepping into her doorway, he quickly changed the subject. "So uh, Scott said we have to do some different training from everyone else. With Logan."
"You got that right, kid," the all-too-familiar gruff voice said behind him. "You and Stripes get changed and head down to the exercise room." Logan then turned and walked down the stairs and out of sight.
Pointing at his retreating back, John said, "Is he always like that?"
"Always," Rogue replied.
"What are we uh, supposed to change into?"
"Put on some sweat pants or something lahke that."
"Oh uh, ok then."
"Good. And now Ah have to change..." she said, closing the door in his face.
Staring at the wood for a moment, John blinked and looked around. "Can you uh, take me down there with you? I uh, don't know the way."
Inside the room, Rogue laughed.
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Ooooooh. What does Scott want John to do? I bet the suspense of not knowing is killing you. No? Ok then. I didn't mean Scott to come off as kind of brutal and out of character, if he seemed to to the rest of you, but I think it stresses the importance of what he wants done.
Chapter 29
Author's Note: Stuff in italics are thoughts and I love you all and thanks for the reviews.
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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"They had it coming. That's all I'll say. Cause I still think it's my business and her business, and I don't care how new I am, or how curious they are, they don't need to know. But since they wanted to know so badly, I gave them what they wanted."
Across the table, Jamie Madrox nodded absently, flipping through the channels on the TV.
John nodded back, and crammed a slice of bread into his mouth. On the inside, he was grinning like a fool, but with good reason too. He hadn't intended to get Amara caught up into the whole thing, but maybe now the others wouldn't be so inquiring. They must not be anymore, since only Jamie broke off from them and followed John.
So hopefully I've fed the beast enough for it to stay calm.
"Hey John, you think we can talk now?" Scott asked, walking into the room.
"Oh, sure. Sit down," John said around a mouthful of food, motioning at the table.
"Alone?" he asked, nodding at Jamie.
John grabbed the younger mutant by the shoulder. "Private Jamie, you up to performing some guard duty?"
"Huh?"
"Make sure no one comes in."
"Oh, ok. Cool." He turned off to the television and stood up, and started to leave the room.
"Yeah, but one of you isn't enough. So you know what we have to do, right?"
Jamie nodded.
John pushed him to the doorway. "I'm sorry, buddy," he said, and pushed him backwards, the younger boy hitting the opposite wall. Upon impact, four Multiples popped out, all rubbing their backs.
"You guys ok?" John asked.
All five flashed John a thumbs up.
"Ok, remember: no one comes in, unless you know, it's an adult or something," John reminded him, and then closed the door. Seated back at the table, John asked, "So uh...what's up?"
"You agreed to do anything I asked when I loaned you the car. Well, it's time I tell you what you're going to do..." And Scott explained to him in great detail what it was that he would do.
When he had finished, John looked at him for a moment with a confused look. "You have to be kidding. Why do you want me to do this? I don't see why you can't do it yourself."
Scott stuck a finger under John's nose and wagged it. "You promised. So do it, or...well, you don't want to know what I can do to you."
John was taken aback by Scott's very blunt and very open threat.
Damn, he must be really serious about this.
John sighed. "Fine. But I won't get into any serious trouble for this...will I?"
"Hmm no, I don't think so."
"I hope not," John said as he got up out of his chair and left the room, wondering all the while just how he was going to do what Scott wanted done.
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John and all five Jamies stepped back into the mansion foyer. It was still very much full as it was only minutes before. And it only got more crowded when they stepped in. And the conversation hushed and all eyes went to John.
As hard he tried not to, he grinned. Ignoring the others, he walked over to the sofa, where Amara was still sitting.
"Can I talk with you outside?" he asked.
Next to Amara, Kitty and Jubilee's eyes widened. Amara looked around for a moment, a mixture of confusion and excitement on her face.
"Uh...ok."
Opening the front door for her, the two stepped outside, while everyone inside surged forward, pressing their faces up to the windows, peering outside. John managed to stifle the urge to laugh at that.
"So uh, what did you want to talk about?" Amara asked timidly, blushing slightly.
"Earlier...when I went out and y'know...kissed you in front of everyone...I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that," John said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know, it's just that everyone was asking what happened, and I wouldn't tell them, cause I don't think it's really their business unless we want to tell them, even if they're curious or because they think we're good together, which I don't understand since I've only been here five days, and uh, because I'm the new guy, and uh... And well, since everyone stopped everything when I showed up earlier, I guess I wanted to give 'em something to talk about. Do you uh, understand what I'm trying to say?"
Amara nodded. "The others...they were asking me, too. I told the other girls, and asked them to not tell anybody. They didn't, as far as I know of."
Hrm. I guess they were just saying that stuff in the dining room earlier to mess with me or the other guys.
John nodded. "Well uh, thanks, I guess."
"And as for what you did earlier in there," Amara said, smiling devilishly, "Well...I don't know what to say about that. It was...unexpected. And when you left, everybody was really interested to ask what it was about, and jumped to conclusions."
"Ah, is uh, 'unexpected' a good thing?"
"Maybe," Amara said, smiling devilishly.
John beamed brightly, and inside, was full of relief. He took a gamble with what he did, but luckily, it paid off. Pointing at the others looking through the window, he said, "So, what about them? We could do something to mess with them..."
Amara shook her head. "Not this time. Maybe later."
John shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, fine by me. Well uh...see you around, I guess, and uh, thanks for not being mad."
Right about the time Amara and John had gone back inside, Scott had appeared from somewhere, presumably from his room as he was wearing his uniform, and announced that it was time for, in his own words, "some good ol' fashioned target practice."
Amidst the shuffling of the other students to change, John walked up to Scott and asked, "So uh...am I supposed to do this target practice stuff, too?"
The older mutant shook his head. "No, you'll be doing something else." He pointed upstairs. "Go talk to Rogue. I think you'll be doing physical training with her and Logan."
Physical training with Rogue and Logan.
That seemed like a double-edged sword to John. On one hand, he got to work out with Rogue, even if he couldn't sort out his exact feelings for her. Did he like her just as a friend? Or did he want something more? John shook his head. There could be nothing more with her. It wasn't possible.
I'm with Amara, for one thing. I think. And besides, I can't touch Rogue. Can't build much with that sort of limitation.
And then of course, it was physical training with Logan. If he ran things like the two Danger Room sessions John had been in...it would be an experience to remember.
John walked up the stairs and stopped at the door that he thought he remembered as Rogue's room. He knocked on the door but was sent reeling backwards as Kitty's head literally poked out of it.
"Holy crap," was all John could say. Back against the wall and eyes wide, John clutched both hands over his heart to try and keep it from jumping out of his chest.
"Oh. Oops, sorry," Kitty said, before coming out of the room all the way. She was wearing her uniform, and up close, John could see how it was very form-fitting to her body.
Wow.
"So like what did you want?"
Pushing dirty thoughts out of his head, John said, "Oh uh, is uh, Rogue in there?"
"Oh, she's just in the bathroom," she said, tossing her head in to motion her location, her ponytail bobbing in the air. "Well, gotta go! See ya, Hot Lips." Waving, she sunk down into the floor and out of sight.
"Hot Lips?"
"That's what all the girls are callin' yah after what happened downstairs," said a voice from behind.
John turned around to see Rogue, a wry little smile on her face.
"Oh...uh...that. Uh...you saw that?"
"No, but I heard what ya did," she said, tracing a gloved finger along his chin and grinning as she walked past and opened her door.
"Oh uh...yeah...uh...heh..." Stepping into her doorway, he quickly changed the subject. "So uh, Scott said we have to do some different training from everyone else. With Logan."
"You got that right, kid," the all-too-familiar gruff voice said behind him. "You and Stripes get changed and head down to the exercise room." Logan then turned and walked down the stairs and out of sight.
Pointing at his retreating back, John said, "Is he always like that?"
"Always," Rogue replied.
"What are we uh, supposed to change into?"
"Put on some sweat pants or something lahke that."
"Oh uh, ok then."
"Good. And now Ah have to change..." she said, closing the door in his face.
Staring at the wood for a moment, John blinked and looked around. "Can you uh, take me down there with you? I uh, don't know the way."
Inside the room, Rogue laughed.
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Ooooooh. What does Scott want John to do? I bet the suspense of not knowing is killing you. No? Ok then. I didn't mean Scott to come off as kind of brutal and out of character, if he seemed to to the rest of you, but I think it stresses the importance of what he wants done.