There Must Be Some Kind of Way Out of Here
Chapter 33
Author's Note: You know the routine. Stuff in italics are thoughts and I love you all and thanks for the reviews.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of this, except my original character, John.
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John Jashback shoved his blanket and sheets down underneath is bed, no easy task with only one arm. He stepped back to survey his work.
Well...if I were someone else, I would be able to tell that there was something down there, but not know it was bedding. Until I looked at the bed and saw the lack of cover on it.
Groaning, John found a clean pair of clothes and headed off to the bathroom. Sure, he had taken a shower late yesterday, but then came the dream and...
I'm waaaay too oversexed to be living in a house full of attractive females.
John shook his head. He also got his ass kicked in the dream, too. It had to have been a sign that the day was going to suck.
Re-emerging from the bathroom, feeling much cleaner and very much dry. And the typical early morning commotion of the Institute was in full swing all around him.
Kitty went running past, looking for a brush, Rogue scowled as she waited outside an apparently occupied bathroom, Kurt teleported about, creating random havoc, Jamie multiplied and crowded the hallway very much, Scott barreled through, shouting for the others to move and hurry up, and Evan tried to skateboard on carpet.
It's a freakin' nut house...
"Hey! I heard that..." Jean said from behind.
John glanced at the redhead and laughed. "But I'm right," he stated.
"That you are," she replied before heading off to do her own thing.
John shook his head and deposited his dirty clothes under his bed and went downstairs to try and snag breakfast before the food got the bum's rush.
Logan glanced up from his paper as John entered the dining room, but said nothing as usual. John poured himself a bowl of cereal and proceeded to eat quietly, reading the back of the cereal box for entertainment (and c'mon, who hasn't done that every once in a while?).
Soon, Kurt teleported in, followed by Evan, and Kitty, who sank in from the ceiling. In the span of one minute, the dining room was full and, as John noticed, Logan was nowhere in sight.
I really have to get up earlier... John's point was reiterated when he looked at all of the people.
Plopping down next to John, Kurt said, "Vhere vere you last night at dinner?"
"I was tired, and fell asleep real early," John said, mentally debating if he should pour himself another bowl. His stomach cried out with a "YES!" while his ears roared out an equally resounding "NO!"
"John!" Jamie shouted, sitting next to the mutant in question. "Where were you last night?"
"Bermuda," he replied, pouring himself a new bowl of cereal. "Kurt teleported me there."
The young boy stared at him wide-eyed for a moment before snapping back into reality. "Nu-uh! Kurt was here, eating."
"Ah, but zats because I took John zere, and zhen came back fast!" Kurt chimed in.
John nodded. "He's telling the truth."
"Ah, don't listen ta them," Rogue said as she passed by, pausing to ruffle Jamie's hair. "Lefty was jus' sleepin'."
"He's Gimpy, now!" Kurt said, correcting her.
Of course, the others inquired to his whereabouts the past evening. As it turned out, many had plenty of teasing ready to unleash on John. Of course, they couldn't quite decide whether to call him 'Gimpy' or 'Hot Lips.'
John let out a sigh of relief when he finally escaped the madhouse. He ran back upstairs to gather his school supplies before sprawling out on the couch in the mansion foyer.
Eyes shut, John placed his arms back around his head and smiled contently. Granted, he had slept eleven hours (with random interjections of his mind's meandering), spending time with all of the students at the Institute was enough to burn him out.
Besides, it helped take his mind off school. And girls. And being a mutant. And why he was here. And...
Psst idiot. You aren't taking your mind off anything right now when you think about your problems. Just uh...aw, nevermind. Who am I kiddin'?
Weird. I didn't see Amara at breakfast. Well, maybe she's running late or something. Oh well, don't want to deal with that on top of everything else right now.
Then why the hell are you dating her, numb nuts? And why the hell did you pull that little stunt in front of everyone else? Because you'd rather not get entangled with girls right now? Because you'd rather be with someone else? Because you'd rather be at home and have your arms not be able to fall off?
Today is going to suck.
Something poked him in the forehead. He ignored it.
Something poked him in the forehead again. He continued to ignore it.
Then the poking came faster and harder. His mouth contorted, and he reached the threshold of his 'annoyance-ignoring' capabilities. He opened his eyes and looked up, expected to see someone poking him. What he saw was...a sock, with two ridiculous eyes colored in on the top of it.
"Hello Gimpy!" it said, sounding like a demented Barney the Purple Dinosaur. "Remember me? I'm Mister Happy Happy Sock, your bestest friend in the whole wide world!"
John groaned, for the umpteenth time that morning. "Please Jamie, not now."
"Duh...I don't know no Jamie. I'm Mister Happy Happy Sock! Hyuk hyuk hyuk!"
"If you don't stop that Jamie, I'll pull off one of your arms and see if it'll grow back," he warned, shutting his eyes and trying to block the stupid voice out of his head. "Awww, what's the matter there, Gimpy? Didya wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Hyuk hyuk!"
John's body quivered in fury. It was way too early to be dealing with this.
"You know what's nice about socks?"
"What's that, Gimpy?"
"THEY DON'T TALK!!" John wrenched his eyes open and clamped down on the sock puppet above him.
He yanked the arm to the side, causing Jamie Madrox to careen off to the side, crashing into an arm-chair, exploding into multiples of himself.
"Owww..." they whined simultaneously.
Jamie pouted for a moment before his copies fused back to the main body. He shot John an angry look and took the sock off of his hand and put it back onto his foot, followed by the shoe.
"Hey, don't start getting all teary on me. I warned you, didn't I?"
Jamie frowned, not wanting to admit that John was right.
"But ya didn't hafta throw me so hard."
John sat up and pointed at the boy's feet. "If you had been wearing both shoes, I doubt you wouldn't have lost your balance and fell. You brought it onto yourself, buddy."
Jamie stuck his tongue out at him before sitting down beside him.
"Jamie...I want to tell you a little story. Is that ok?"
"Uh...sure."
"You see, he hits the guy with the bandages on his head first. You know why? Cause he's smart, that's why. He knows the guy with the bandages on his ass is goin' nowhere. Where are ya goin'? Nowhere! YOU'RE-GOIN'-NOWHERE!" While saying the last part of his tirade, John jumped to his feet and made wild hand gestures towards the ground.
The young mutant stared at up John with a confused 'what-the-hell' expression on his face.
"Yeah, so, there was no real point to that," he said, sitting back down. "I just wanted to say it," John admitted, grinning indolently.
"And you thought me and the sock were weird..." Jamie muttered under his breath.
John kept grinning. "There's nothing that says I can't have some fun, every once in a while. But usually not this early," he added, half a beat late.
Jamie laughed. "That doesn't stop Kurt and Bobby from doing it."
"Yeah well...I was young like them once. And uh... Yeah. You and Mister Sock can bother me after school. When I'm not so...blehy."
"Blehy?"
"I dunno. I just kind of made it up."
Before the conversation could grow any more awkward, the other younger students came piling in from either the dining room of their rooms.
"Was that you yelling, Gimpy?" Bobby asked.
"Er. No. It was Jamie."
"No it wasn't!" the young boy shouted.
"See," John said, gesturing at him. That received a good laugh from the others, and eventually Jamie, once he finally understood the joke.
John stood up as Ororo came walking down the stairs, although he very nearly fell over as he recalled the events of his dream. He unintentionally rubbed his chest and glanced down at his...naughty bits.
"And are we all ready for school?" she asked in her typical regal tone.
A chorus of "no's" rang up, and she shook her head and walked out the door, the others and John behind her.
Jamie fell into step beside John, making sure that he would play basketball with him after school.
We suck at the sport and yet we play. I don't get it.
"Yes Jamie, we'll play basketball after school."
"Basketball eh?" Ray said, looking over his shoulder at John. "I'm in."
"In what?" Sam asked. "Basketball."
"Oooh. Me too. What about you Roberto?"
"You bet I am!"
"And me," chimed in Bobby. "We can play three-on-three."
The others nodded in agreement, Jamie too, looking very excited.
Bloody hell.
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The end might have seemed weird, but hey, John's going through some rough times, and mentally, his whole axis has been thrown off course. Just try and bear with it, please.
And coming next...some Brotherhood action (not that kind of action, perv), and we get to find out just what John has to do for Scott...
Chapter 33
Author's Note: You know the routine. Stuff in italics are thoughts and I love you all and thanks for the reviews.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of this, except my original character, John.
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John Jashback shoved his blanket and sheets down underneath is bed, no easy task with only one arm. He stepped back to survey his work.
Well...if I were someone else, I would be able to tell that there was something down there, but not know it was bedding. Until I looked at the bed and saw the lack of cover on it.
Groaning, John found a clean pair of clothes and headed off to the bathroom. Sure, he had taken a shower late yesterday, but then came the dream and...
I'm waaaay too oversexed to be living in a house full of attractive females.
John shook his head. He also got his ass kicked in the dream, too. It had to have been a sign that the day was going to suck.
Re-emerging from the bathroom, feeling much cleaner and very much dry. And the typical early morning commotion of the Institute was in full swing all around him.
Kitty went running past, looking for a brush, Rogue scowled as she waited outside an apparently occupied bathroom, Kurt teleported about, creating random havoc, Jamie multiplied and crowded the hallway very much, Scott barreled through, shouting for the others to move and hurry up, and Evan tried to skateboard on carpet.
It's a freakin' nut house...
"Hey! I heard that..." Jean said from behind.
John glanced at the redhead and laughed. "But I'm right," he stated.
"That you are," she replied before heading off to do her own thing.
John shook his head and deposited his dirty clothes under his bed and went downstairs to try and snag breakfast before the food got the bum's rush.
Logan glanced up from his paper as John entered the dining room, but said nothing as usual. John poured himself a bowl of cereal and proceeded to eat quietly, reading the back of the cereal box for entertainment (and c'mon, who hasn't done that every once in a while?).
Soon, Kurt teleported in, followed by Evan, and Kitty, who sank in from the ceiling. In the span of one minute, the dining room was full and, as John noticed, Logan was nowhere in sight.
I really have to get up earlier... John's point was reiterated when he looked at all of the people.
Plopping down next to John, Kurt said, "Vhere vere you last night at dinner?"
"I was tired, and fell asleep real early," John said, mentally debating if he should pour himself another bowl. His stomach cried out with a "YES!" while his ears roared out an equally resounding "NO!"
"John!" Jamie shouted, sitting next to the mutant in question. "Where were you last night?"
"Bermuda," he replied, pouring himself a new bowl of cereal. "Kurt teleported me there."
The young boy stared at him wide-eyed for a moment before snapping back into reality. "Nu-uh! Kurt was here, eating."
"Ah, but zats because I took John zere, and zhen came back fast!" Kurt chimed in.
John nodded. "He's telling the truth."
"Ah, don't listen ta them," Rogue said as she passed by, pausing to ruffle Jamie's hair. "Lefty was jus' sleepin'."
"He's Gimpy, now!" Kurt said, correcting her.
Of course, the others inquired to his whereabouts the past evening. As it turned out, many had plenty of teasing ready to unleash on John. Of course, they couldn't quite decide whether to call him 'Gimpy' or 'Hot Lips.'
John let out a sigh of relief when he finally escaped the madhouse. He ran back upstairs to gather his school supplies before sprawling out on the couch in the mansion foyer.
Eyes shut, John placed his arms back around his head and smiled contently. Granted, he had slept eleven hours (with random interjections of his mind's meandering), spending time with all of the students at the Institute was enough to burn him out.
Besides, it helped take his mind off school. And girls. And being a mutant. And why he was here. And...
Psst idiot. You aren't taking your mind off anything right now when you think about your problems. Just uh...aw, nevermind. Who am I kiddin'?
Weird. I didn't see Amara at breakfast. Well, maybe she's running late or something. Oh well, don't want to deal with that on top of everything else right now.
Then why the hell are you dating her, numb nuts? And why the hell did you pull that little stunt in front of everyone else? Because you'd rather not get entangled with girls right now? Because you'd rather be with someone else? Because you'd rather be at home and have your arms not be able to fall off?
Today is going to suck.
Something poked him in the forehead. He ignored it.
Something poked him in the forehead again. He continued to ignore it.
Then the poking came faster and harder. His mouth contorted, and he reached the threshold of his 'annoyance-ignoring' capabilities. He opened his eyes and looked up, expected to see someone poking him. What he saw was...a sock, with two ridiculous eyes colored in on the top of it.
"Hello Gimpy!" it said, sounding like a demented Barney the Purple Dinosaur. "Remember me? I'm Mister Happy Happy Sock, your bestest friend in the whole wide world!"
John groaned, for the umpteenth time that morning. "Please Jamie, not now."
"Duh...I don't know no Jamie. I'm Mister Happy Happy Sock! Hyuk hyuk hyuk!"
"If you don't stop that Jamie, I'll pull off one of your arms and see if it'll grow back," he warned, shutting his eyes and trying to block the stupid voice out of his head. "Awww, what's the matter there, Gimpy? Didya wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Hyuk hyuk!"
John's body quivered in fury. It was way too early to be dealing with this.
"You know what's nice about socks?"
"What's that, Gimpy?"
"THEY DON'T TALK!!" John wrenched his eyes open and clamped down on the sock puppet above him.
He yanked the arm to the side, causing Jamie Madrox to careen off to the side, crashing into an arm-chair, exploding into multiples of himself.
"Owww..." they whined simultaneously.
Jamie pouted for a moment before his copies fused back to the main body. He shot John an angry look and took the sock off of his hand and put it back onto his foot, followed by the shoe.
"Hey, don't start getting all teary on me. I warned you, didn't I?"
Jamie frowned, not wanting to admit that John was right.
"But ya didn't hafta throw me so hard."
John sat up and pointed at the boy's feet. "If you had been wearing both shoes, I doubt you wouldn't have lost your balance and fell. You brought it onto yourself, buddy."
Jamie stuck his tongue out at him before sitting down beside him.
"Jamie...I want to tell you a little story. Is that ok?"
"Uh...sure."
"You see, he hits the guy with the bandages on his head first. You know why? Cause he's smart, that's why. He knows the guy with the bandages on his ass is goin' nowhere. Where are ya goin'? Nowhere! YOU'RE-GOIN'-NOWHERE!" While saying the last part of his tirade, John jumped to his feet and made wild hand gestures towards the ground.
The young mutant stared at up John with a confused 'what-the-hell' expression on his face.
"Yeah, so, there was no real point to that," he said, sitting back down. "I just wanted to say it," John admitted, grinning indolently.
"And you thought me and the sock were weird..." Jamie muttered under his breath.
John kept grinning. "There's nothing that says I can't have some fun, every once in a while. But usually not this early," he added, half a beat late.
Jamie laughed. "That doesn't stop Kurt and Bobby from doing it."
"Yeah well...I was young like them once. And uh... Yeah. You and Mister Sock can bother me after school. When I'm not so...blehy."
"Blehy?"
"I dunno. I just kind of made it up."
Before the conversation could grow any more awkward, the other younger students came piling in from either the dining room of their rooms.
"Was that you yelling, Gimpy?" Bobby asked.
"Er. No. It was Jamie."
"No it wasn't!" the young boy shouted.
"See," John said, gesturing at him. That received a good laugh from the others, and eventually Jamie, once he finally understood the joke.
John stood up as Ororo came walking down the stairs, although he very nearly fell over as he recalled the events of his dream. He unintentionally rubbed his chest and glanced down at his...naughty bits.
"And are we all ready for school?" she asked in her typical regal tone.
A chorus of "no's" rang up, and she shook her head and walked out the door, the others and John behind her.
Jamie fell into step beside John, making sure that he would play basketball with him after school.
We suck at the sport and yet we play. I don't get it.
"Yes Jamie, we'll play basketball after school."
"Basketball eh?" Ray said, looking over his shoulder at John. "I'm in."
"In what?" Sam asked. "Basketball."
"Oooh. Me too. What about you Roberto?"
"You bet I am!"
"And me," chimed in Bobby. "We can play three-on-three."
The others nodded in agreement, Jamie too, looking very excited.
Bloody hell.
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The end might have seemed weird, but hey, John's going through some rough times, and mentally, his whole axis has been thrown off course. Just try and bear with it, please.
And coming next...some Brotherhood action (not that kind of action, perv), and we get to find out just what John has to do for Scott...