Uh . . . sorry for the delay? Ya know, I had part of this written, but then
I was hit by a -massive- depression, of the can't write-can't think-can't
do anything kind. It was -really- bad, so that's the reason this chapter
took so long.
Some parts here (especially in the Author's Notes) was written before my depression, and I'm just too damn lazy to change them. So if something seems weird, that's the reason.
I absolutely love you guys! Even if I write a chapter that sucks, you give me nice reviews and I feel much better! People even read my author's notes! Even if they're . . . insane . . . I still don't like chapter 5 . . . and that's the chapter that has gotten the most reviews of all. Anyway, you're great! I wish I could read and review all of your stories, but I don't have the time, school's in the way. Maybe I should write personal "thank you"s at the end of every chapter . . . and I might review your stories under my other FF.Net account, so you never know . . .
As for my favorite line for the last chapter, it was: "The spandex uniform did amazing things for his [Bobby's] butt." I wrote this 2 a.m. on a Saturday and it makes me giggle. I'm also feeling affectionate towards: "Roberto DaCosta, obviously too cool for the grass, just leaned against a tree, while Sam Guthrie sat down a bit from Rahne, giving her a quick glance which she managed to miss entirely." And that's pretty much it.
And I've gotten a new TV! *pets TV* It's six times bigger than the one that exploded. *pets TV* And in color. *pets TV* And it has the channel "TVDanmark 2", so now I can watch Jenny Jones. *pets TV* And unfortunately I managed to get in a erotic TV-serie featuring David Duchovny (ya know, Mulder from X-Files) and I am now scarred for life. *runs away in horror*
Unfortunately, the TV came without muses (and remote, so every time I want to change channel, I have to streeeeetch, and every time I streeeeetch to change channel, my computer shuts down. Crap.). So this chapter is kinda sucky, too. It's painful. Egh. And despite it's suckiness it's somewhat long, too. And there's so. Much. Dialogue. Ehhhhhh . . . Let's just pretend that this chapter's an exercise in writing good dialogue, yes?
Big thanks to Death Lord La for beta-reading this and telling me it doesn't suck nearly as bad as I thought it did!
Rejoice!: I'm not even trying to write Piotr's accent, coz I have -no- idea how it's supposed to be written. Just imagine that he talks with his nifty Russian accent, kay?
On with the crapiness!
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Chapter 6
The former hotel placed in the middle of the woods was even quieter than usual. Not that it ordinarily was a party central, but four teenage boys, one immortal woman, one slightly insane murderous psychopath and one old man with genocidal tendencies tend to make some noise. At the moment however, the room that served as a living room was only occupied by Piotr Rasputin and Pietro Maximoff. Piotr, commonly known as Peter, was busy reading a thick novel in some foreign language, most likely Russian, and Pietro was busy staring at the television that currently showed a soap opera in some foreign language, most likely a language he didn't understand. The joys of having a boss that wanted to be able to keep the entire world under supervision, and thus making sure there was at least one channel from every country that had a TV channel.
"Hey, Peter, wanna do something?" Pietro asked, feeling -extremely- bored. This place seemed to have that effect on him.
"No," the metal teen just answered, not even bothering to look up from his book.
"Why not?" the speedster whined. "I'm boo-o-oored, I don't know where the others are, and this program is the only good thing that's on, and I don't even understand what happens 'cause they don't speak English and oh my God, they're twins!"
"What?" This time Peter felt the need to give the younger teen a "what the heck did -you- smoke?" look.
"On the TV! That blond dude and that blond chick are twins!"
"That's nice."
"Yup, especially since they've been screwing for the last couple of episodes."
"You actually follow that show? You said you don't even understand what happens in it!"
"There's nothing else to do around here! Taking over the world sure is boring. At least you're allowed to leave this place."
"Yes. There is very much to do in Bayville." With that, the Russian turned back to his book. Pietro gave up a frustrated sigh and turned back to the TV, changing channel at super speed and quickly noticing that there really was nothing on.
"I'm going to die," he sighted. "I swear, I'm going to die from boredom."
"And I am going to die because you won't stop annoying me," Peter muttered.
"And I'm never going to die," Elisa said, appearing in the doorway as she seemed to be prone to do lately. "When is Magneto coming back?"
"I didn't know he was gone," Pietro replied, continuing to flip through the channels. "When did he leave?"
"He and the others left for Germany a couple of hours ago," Peter informed the younger teen.
"Really? Why weren't we allowed to go? How come no one ever tells me what's happening?"
"You never pay any attention, luv, that's the problem. We weren't needed, so we didn't have to go. You're not missing anything anyway, Germany's not that much fun." She then moved over to the couch, pushed away Pietro's legs and sat down on the now empty spot. Pietro scowled over the fact that he was now forced to assume an upright position and decided to disturb Elisa just for the heck of it.
"Elisaaaaaa . . ."
"Yes?"
"I'm booooored . . ."
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know, something!"
"Like . . . ?"
"You're the old one around here, you should know something funny to do," Pietro whined. Elisa kicked the white-haired teen in the kneecap.
"Stop bugging me, you're a bloody pain in the arse," she muttered, sipping on the hot beverage she had in her Scooby-Doo adorned cup.
"What's that?" Pietro asked.
"Tea," was all the other mutant answered, grabbing the remote from the speedster and starting to surf through the channels.
"Tea?! You can't drink tea! You're from England!"
"Yeaaah . . . ?"
"English people drinking tea is so stereotypical! You can't act that stereotypical!"
"Sheesh luv, cut back on the sugar. You act stereotypically gay but no one's having a fit over that."
"What?" Pietro stuttered. "I'm -not- gay!"
"Well of -course- not." Elisa said in a patronizing way. "You used to have a boyfriend, but you're not the slightest gay."
"Wha . . . ? Who . . . ? Did John say something? I swear, I'll kill him!"
"John is the one that talks the most around here," Peter commented. "You would be better of discussing your problems with Sabretooth if you want them to be a secret."
Pietro quickly went through a collection of different facial expression. Surprised, annoyed, slightly amused, bored, angry and disturbed. He finally settled for sulky. Elisa rolled her eyes.
"Aww, sweetheart, stop moping. You'll get over being dumped in no time."
"WHAT!?!" Pietro now looked downright pissed. "I wasn't dumped! I dumped -him-! No one dumps Pietro Maximoff! And that was -not- the reason I was moping. And I wasn't moping!"
Peter and Elisa just stared at him. The gypsy 'Hmpfhht'-ed. Peter frowned and returned to his book, muttering something about being surrounded by crazy people. Elisa on the other hand continued to stare at Pietro, then suddenly smiled widely. In a very scary way.
"You know what, we should find you a new boyfriend!" she exclaimed, delighted with the idea. Pietro's eyes just about popped out of his head.
"No way! I'm not having you pairing me off with anyone!"
"Hon, I'm an expert when it comes to flirting and such, I'll be able to find you the perfect match. And I think you should get a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, so that you'll stop being so damn obnoxious. You clearly need to get your mind off the last one. How long were you dating anyway?"
"On and off ever since a few months after I came to Bayville," Pietro muttered, reluctant to encourage the immortal in any way.
"Mhm . . ." Elisa pondered this. "It was kinda serious then. So you should get someone . . . not serious. Like Johnny!"
"No!" Pietro squeaked, even if he himself had thought along those lines on several occasions.
"But you two'd be the perfect match."
"He's my -friend-, that's it." Pietro glared at her, much like a guilty three-year old that was told he could eat all the cookies in the jar after he'd already eaten them. Elisa ignored him.
"Remy's also pretty non-serious, but I think he's got something going with that Goth-chick from the goody-two shoes place."
"-Rogue-?" Pietro snorted. "-Remy- and -Rogue-? C'mon, she can't touch anyone, and he's an excessively horny male! They'd never work out."
"She can't touch? Then I guess you won't be able to hit it of with her either."
"What? I'm classified as an excessively horny male?"
"Yes. Now, I'm not too interested in dating you at the moment, and I doubt you and Victor would get along. And because of yours and Magneto's -relationship- I don't think it'd be a good idea for an -romantic- relationship between the two of you."
"Elisa!" Pietro gave the older mutant an incredulous look and hit her in the head with a couch cushion, almost spilling her tea. "Don't even suggest things like that!"
"I didn't." Elisa gave the speedster an innocent look, while Peter did his best to ignore them. He wasn't even too sure what they were talking about anymore, since Magneto's parenthood wasn't widely known amongst the Acolytes. In fact, Elisa and Sabretooth were the only ones that knew. Besides Pietro and Magneto, of course.
"Soooo . . ." Elisa grinned, sipping her tea. "Then I guess there's only one mutant left if we want to keep it within the team . . ."
"What?" Now this was something that caught Peter's attention. "No!"
"Aww, come on Petey," Elisa pouted. "You and . . . uhh . . . Petey . . . would make a perfect couple."
"I like -girls-," Peter stated, giving the two other mutants a Russian snowstorm-glare.
"Pietro's pretty girly," the black-haired girl said, ignoring the white- haired teens indignant "Hey!". Peter just scowled at her.
"No."
"You're no fun," Elisa pouted, then turning back to Pietro. "Then I guess we'll have to go over to the "good guys". The bloke with the glasses is pretty cute."
"Summers?! You can't be serious!"
"Okay, so not him. He's too much of a do-gooder anyways. Oh, what about that guy Johnny tried to burn when you were fighting, you know, right before this whole Sentinel-fiasco. That spike-throwing thing."
"Daniels?!?!? No!!! No way!! Don't even try!"
"But you'd be so -cute- together!" Elisa squealed.
"No!!!" Pietro exclaimed in horror, hitting the immortal with a pillow to make the awful suggestions stop. Elisa quickly put down her tea on the coffee table and grabbed a pillow of her own, smacking the speedster with it in return. The pillow fight continued for some time, while Peter tried to ignore the immature mutants and read his book. Then a ringing sound could be heard, interrupting all the commotion.
"It's the phone," Pietro said, sounding slightly surprised.
"It's not the bleedin' vacuum cleaner, now is it?" Elisa said, trying to fix her long hair that'd been ruffled by many hits from the speedster's pillow. Getting into a pillow fight with someone with super speed wasn't such a great idea.
"Since when do we have a phone?"
"Since I convinced Magneto that we needed one. Go answer it!"
"I don't even know where it is!" Pietro exclaimed, but still jumped up from the couch and speed off to find the ringing device. He came back a short while later, talking into a black cordless phone.
"Yes sir. Uh-hu . . . Yes. No sir. Of course." Then he handed the phone to Elisa. "Magneto. He wants to talk to you." Elisa accepted the phone. Not that anyone in their right mind would refuse to speak to the master of magnetism.
"Hello Erik. Yes. I understand. Yes. All right. Bye then." She hung up, turning to the two teenagers. "Well, it seems like the trip to Europe will take a little longer than expected. There's a new mutant they've got to pick up in Spain before returning."
"Ohh . . . then no one would notice if I just went downtown for a while," Pietro said, preparing for take-off.
"Sorry luv, I promised Magneto I would make sure you didn't leave this area. I don't think he trusts you not to cause a scene."
"With good reason, too," Peter noted from his armchair.
Pietro just pouted and sunk back into the couch.
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Not much had changed in the last couple of hours. The three mutants were still in the living room, bored senseless. Peter had finished his book and was currently watching an old episode of Ricki Lake, Elisa was trying (and failing) to build a house of some of Remy's stray cards and Pietro was taking cards from Elisa, using one of St. John's stray lighters to burn them up.
"Remy will be angry with you when he returns," Peter told Pietro when there was a commercial break.
"No he won't," Pietro replied. "Why would he? He blows up the cards in any case. And since John's the pyromaniac of the group, he'll get blamed if Remy's being cranky 'bout burned up cards. 'Specially since he burned off Sabretooth's eyebrows the other day."
"John didn't burn them off," Elisa commented, scowling at the cards that had fallen over -again-. Oh how she wished for death ray-powers right now. Or at least some glue. "He shaved them."
"Really? I thought he burned them."
"No, he burned off his own eyebrows," Peter informed the skinny teen.
"When?"
"Long before this whole mutants becoming public-thing," Elisa said. "You were still with the Brotherhood, I think. Anyway, he was playing around with one of his lighters, trying to make dragons or something, and then Poof! His eyebrows were gone."
"It was actually rather amusing," Peter said.
"Victor without eyebrows is also amusing," Elisa contemplated. "Although I must say, I don't understand why he overreacted so. They've almost completely grown back already. Must be some sort of side effect from his mutant powers."
"I don't understand why John is always picking fights with Sabretooth," Peter said.
"The mutant version of extreme sport," Pietro mused. "Annoy the scary hairy . . . fairy?"
Elisa snorted. "If you call Victor a fairy to his face, you'll really need your super speed to survive."
"That's the only thing I can come up with that rhymes with scary and hairy," the pale teen defended himself.
"Larry!" St. John exclaimed, suddenly showing up in front of the TV. Not because of some newly developed teleportation-powers, but because he moved rather fast thanks to hyperness from eating too much candy and then being forced to sit still for a long while.
"I thought you were in Europe," Elisa said, scowling at the blond teen for wrecking her house of (five) cards with the draft he created while moving.
"I came, I saw, I went back to the States," St. John replied. "And I brought a souvenir!" That said, he moved back to the doorway through which he had entered the room, then returning dragging someone with him. This someone turned out to be a young teenage girl with light brown hair.
"You must be the new mutant," was Pietro's brilliant conclusion.
"Yup," St. John said. "Everyone, meet Jennifer Falls. The reason she's a little pale at the moment is that she's claustrophobic, which doesn't agree well with Magneto's choice of transportation. Jenny, this is Elisa, Pietro and Piotr. Pietro . . Piotr . . . Pietro . . . Piotr . . . hey, your names are bloody similar."
"We know," was Peter's humorless reply. He wanted to see Ricki Lake, but the annoying Aussie was in the way.
"Whatever," St. John said, turning back to Jennifer. "You can just call 'em both Pete or somethin'."
"So, what're your powers?" Elisa asked the girl, deciding that she really didn't want to build a house of cards.
"Uhm, I can sort of . . . find other mutants, and then I become them or something," Jennifer answered. "I'm not really sure actually, it manifested just recently. Magneto said he'd look into it."
"Yeah, he's good at that," Pietro said. "Hey, ain't that Johnny's clothes you're wearing?" he then noted, already becoming bored with the former conversation.
"You notice Johnny's clothes!" Elisa squealed, ignoring the speedsters glare and St. John's look of confusion.
"You're sure there's nothing more than tea in your cup, Elisa?" Peter asked the immortal mutant, who ignored him in orderly fashion.
"We had to burn Jenn's old clothes in the fireplace," St. John said, apparently not being able to shut up for a longer period of time. "There's some mutant hunter or sumethin' after her, and her clothes were too distinguish, since they're nun clothes. Jenny's fresh out from a convent."
"Nifty," Elisa said, then noticing that a certain Cajun was missing. "Where's Remy?"
"Remy's carsick. Well, round-floating-shiny-metal-ball-sick. I think that's the only reason Magneto brought him, so he'd get punished for stealing wine without Magneto having to put in too much of an effort. He's currently puking his guts out in the bathroom. Remy, not Magneto. Magneto went to watch the Teletubbies or somethin'."
Most of the mutants in the room just stared at the blond teen. Then Pietro came to think of something.
"Hey!"
"What?" St. John asked.
"I'm going to kill you."
"What?!"
"You told people about you-know-who!"
"Who?"
"You know! My ex!"
"Ohhh . . . Eh . . . About that . . . that was totally unintentional. So, uh . . . just, calm down. Think happy thoughts. Not murderous ones." St. John was looking slightly worried.
"I'll give you a five minutes head start," Pietro said, looking slightly murderous.
"Eep!" was all the Australian said, running off as fast as he could. Three seconds later, the white-haired teen took up the chase, followed by Elisa who was shouting some randomly disturbing things involving St. John, Pietro and a bedroom. Peter and Jennifer stared after the other three mutants for a while, and then the Russian teen turned to the new girl.
"Welcome to the insanity. I bet you will like it here."
tbc
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Disclaimer: X-Men is the property of Stan Lee. Jennifer Falls is the property of Medjke. And since I'm only gonna disclaim OC's once I'm not gonna tell you again that Elisa ain't mine.
So . . . was that as bad as I think it was? And is anyone still interested in this story? Is it worth continuing? Have I lost all my readers? How many questions can I ask before you get pissed off? Please review?
I know this was kinda . . . jumpy at times, with the talking going off in all directions. But hey, that's what it's like in real life, right? Me and a friend (yes, I do have friends! Believe it or not.) started talking about cars, and ten seconds later we were talking about glasses, soon followed by guys shaving their legs and skeletons in wigs. It was a Friday, after all.
You know, I was going to write Piotr instead of Peter when talking about him, but Piotr looks damn much like Pietro. This would probably result in confusion, if not amongst you readers, then in my brain.
I'm getting all kinds of suggestions for different pairings! That's absolutely wonderful! Every suggestion will be considered, and if it fits into the story, it'll prolly show up. It's most appreciated, and helps me to steer clear from writing in a Sam/Wolverine pairing. 'Cause that'd prolly scar lots of people for life . . . And if anybody ever writes (or reads) a Evan/Pietro/Kurt fic, let me know!!! Thank you Greg for that idea! =)
Next time: I will get a new muse. I will get a new muse. And I must go to bed now.
Some parts here (especially in the Author's Notes) was written before my depression, and I'm just too damn lazy to change them. So if something seems weird, that's the reason.
I absolutely love you guys! Even if I write a chapter that sucks, you give me nice reviews and I feel much better! People even read my author's notes! Even if they're . . . insane . . . I still don't like chapter 5 . . . and that's the chapter that has gotten the most reviews of all. Anyway, you're great! I wish I could read and review all of your stories, but I don't have the time, school's in the way. Maybe I should write personal "thank you"s at the end of every chapter . . . and I might review your stories under my other FF.Net account, so you never know . . .
As for my favorite line for the last chapter, it was: "The spandex uniform did amazing things for his [Bobby's] butt." I wrote this 2 a.m. on a Saturday and it makes me giggle. I'm also feeling affectionate towards: "Roberto DaCosta, obviously too cool for the grass, just leaned against a tree, while Sam Guthrie sat down a bit from Rahne, giving her a quick glance which she managed to miss entirely." And that's pretty much it.
And I've gotten a new TV! *pets TV* It's six times bigger than the one that exploded. *pets TV* And in color. *pets TV* And it has the channel "TVDanmark 2", so now I can watch Jenny Jones. *pets TV* And unfortunately I managed to get in a erotic TV-serie featuring David Duchovny (ya know, Mulder from X-Files) and I am now scarred for life. *runs away in horror*
Unfortunately, the TV came without muses (and remote, so every time I want to change channel, I have to streeeeetch, and every time I streeeeetch to change channel, my computer shuts down. Crap.). So this chapter is kinda sucky, too. It's painful. Egh. And despite it's suckiness it's somewhat long, too. And there's so. Much. Dialogue. Ehhhhhh . . . Let's just pretend that this chapter's an exercise in writing good dialogue, yes?
Big thanks to Death Lord La for beta-reading this and telling me it doesn't suck nearly as bad as I thought it did!
Rejoice!: I'm not even trying to write Piotr's accent, coz I have -no- idea how it's supposed to be written. Just imagine that he talks with his nifty Russian accent, kay?
On with the crapiness!
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Chapter 6
The former hotel placed in the middle of the woods was even quieter than usual. Not that it ordinarily was a party central, but four teenage boys, one immortal woman, one slightly insane murderous psychopath and one old man with genocidal tendencies tend to make some noise. At the moment however, the room that served as a living room was only occupied by Piotr Rasputin and Pietro Maximoff. Piotr, commonly known as Peter, was busy reading a thick novel in some foreign language, most likely Russian, and Pietro was busy staring at the television that currently showed a soap opera in some foreign language, most likely a language he didn't understand. The joys of having a boss that wanted to be able to keep the entire world under supervision, and thus making sure there was at least one channel from every country that had a TV channel.
"Hey, Peter, wanna do something?" Pietro asked, feeling -extremely- bored. This place seemed to have that effect on him.
"No," the metal teen just answered, not even bothering to look up from his book.
"Why not?" the speedster whined. "I'm boo-o-oored, I don't know where the others are, and this program is the only good thing that's on, and I don't even understand what happens 'cause they don't speak English and oh my God, they're twins!"
"What?" This time Peter felt the need to give the younger teen a "what the heck did -you- smoke?" look.
"On the TV! That blond dude and that blond chick are twins!"
"That's nice."
"Yup, especially since they've been screwing for the last couple of episodes."
"You actually follow that show? You said you don't even understand what happens in it!"
"There's nothing else to do around here! Taking over the world sure is boring. At least you're allowed to leave this place."
"Yes. There is very much to do in Bayville." With that, the Russian turned back to his book. Pietro gave up a frustrated sigh and turned back to the TV, changing channel at super speed and quickly noticing that there really was nothing on.
"I'm going to die," he sighted. "I swear, I'm going to die from boredom."
"And I am going to die because you won't stop annoying me," Peter muttered.
"And I'm never going to die," Elisa said, appearing in the doorway as she seemed to be prone to do lately. "When is Magneto coming back?"
"I didn't know he was gone," Pietro replied, continuing to flip through the channels. "When did he leave?"
"He and the others left for Germany a couple of hours ago," Peter informed the younger teen.
"Really? Why weren't we allowed to go? How come no one ever tells me what's happening?"
"You never pay any attention, luv, that's the problem. We weren't needed, so we didn't have to go. You're not missing anything anyway, Germany's not that much fun." She then moved over to the couch, pushed away Pietro's legs and sat down on the now empty spot. Pietro scowled over the fact that he was now forced to assume an upright position and decided to disturb Elisa just for the heck of it.
"Elisaaaaaa . . ."
"Yes?"
"I'm booooored . . ."
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know, something!"
"Like . . . ?"
"You're the old one around here, you should know something funny to do," Pietro whined. Elisa kicked the white-haired teen in the kneecap.
"Stop bugging me, you're a bloody pain in the arse," she muttered, sipping on the hot beverage she had in her Scooby-Doo adorned cup.
"What's that?" Pietro asked.
"Tea," was all the other mutant answered, grabbing the remote from the speedster and starting to surf through the channels.
"Tea?! You can't drink tea! You're from England!"
"Yeaaah . . . ?"
"English people drinking tea is so stereotypical! You can't act that stereotypical!"
"Sheesh luv, cut back on the sugar. You act stereotypically gay but no one's having a fit over that."
"What?" Pietro stuttered. "I'm -not- gay!"
"Well of -course- not." Elisa said in a patronizing way. "You used to have a boyfriend, but you're not the slightest gay."
"Wha . . . ? Who . . . ? Did John say something? I swear, I'll kill him!"
"John is the one that talks the most around here," Peter commented. "You would be better of discussing your problems with Sabretooth if you want them to be a secret."
Pietro quickly went through a collection of different facial expression. Surprised, annoyed, slightly amused, bored, angry and disturbed. He finally settled for sulky. Elisa rolled her eyes.
"Aww, sweetheart, stop moping. You'll get over being dumped in no time."
"WHAT!?!" Pietro now looked downright pissed. "I wasn't dumped! I dumped -him-! No one dumps Pietro Maximoff! And that was -not- the reason I was moping. And I wasn't moping!"
Peter and Elisa just stared at him. The gypsy 'Hmpfhht'-ed. Peter frowned and returned to his book, muttering something about being surrounded by crazy people. Elisa on the other hand continued to stare at Pietro, then suddenly smiled widely. In a very scary way.
"You know what, we should find you a new boyfriend!" she exclaimed, delighted with the idea. Pietro's eyes just about popped out of his head.
"No way! I'm not having you pairing me off with anyone!"
"Hon, I'm an expert when it comes to flirting and such, I'll be able to find you the perfect match. And I think you should get a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, so that you'll stop being so damn obnoxious. You clearly need to get your mind off the last one. How long were you dating anyway?"
"On and off ever since a few months after I came to Bayville," Pietro muttered, reluctant to encourage the immortal in any way.
"Mhm . . ." Elisa pondered this. "It was kinda serious then. So you should get someone . . . not serious. Like Johnny!"
"No!" Pietro squeaked, even if he himself had thought along those lines on several occasions.
"But you two'd be the perfect match."
"He's my -friend-, that's it." Pietro glared at her, much like a guilty three-year old that was told he could eat all the cookies in the jar after he'd already eaten them. Elisa ignored him.
"Remy's also pretty non-serious, but I think he's got something going with that Goth-chick from the goody-two shoes place."
"-Rogue-?" Pietro snorted. "-Remy- and -Rogue-? C'mon, she can't touch anyone, and he's an excessively horny male! They'd never work out."
"She can't touch? Then I guess you won't be able to hit it of with her either."
"What? I'm classified as an excessively horny male?"
"Yes. Now, I'm not too interested in dating you at the moment, and I doubt you and Victor would get along. And because of yours and Magneto's -relationship- I don't think it'd be a good idea for an -romantic- relationship between the two of you."
"Elisa!" Pietro gave the older mutant an incredulous look and hit her in the head with a couch cushion, almost spilling her tea. "Don't even suggest things like that!"
"I didn't." Elisa gave the speedster an innocent look, while Peter did his best to ignore them. He wasn't even too sure what they were talking about anymore, since Magneto's parenthood wasn't widely known amongst the Acolytes. In fact, Elisa and Sabretooth were the only ones that knew. Besides Pietro and Magneto, of course.
"Soooo . . ." Elisa grinned, sipping her tea. "Then I guess there's only one mutant left if we want to keep it within the team . . ."
"What?" Now this was something that caught Peter's attention. "No!"
"Aww, come on Petey," Elisa pouted. "You and . . . uhh . . . Petey . . . would make a perfect couple."
"I like -girls-," Peter stated, giving the two other mutants a Russian snowstorm-glare.
"Pietro's pretty girly," the black-haired girl said, ignoring the white- haired teens indignant "Hey!". Peter just scowled at her.
"No."
"You're no fun," Elisa pouted, then turning back to Pietro. "Then I guess we'll have to go over to the "good guys". The bloke with the glasses is pretty cute."
"Summers?! You can't be serious!"
"Okay, so not him. He's too much of a do-gooder anyways. Oh, what about that guy Johnny tried to burn when you were fighting, you know, right before this whole Sentinel-fiasco. That spike-throwing thing."
"Daniels?!?!? No!!! No way!! Don't even try!"
"But you'd be so -cute- together!" Elisa squealed.
"No!!!" Pietro exclaimed in horror, hitting the immortal with a pillow to make the awful suggestions stop. Elisa quickly put down her tea on the coffee table and grabbed a pillow of her own, smacking the speedster with it in return. The pillow fight continued for some time, while Peter tried to ignore the immature mutants and read his book. Then a ringing sound could be heard, interrupting all the commotion.
"It's the phone," Pietro said, sounding slightly surprised.
"It's not the bleedin' vacuum cleaner, now is it?" Elisa said, trying to fix her long hair that'd been ruffled by many hits from the speedster's pillow. Getting into a pillow fight with someone with super speed wasn't such a great idea.
"Since when do we have a phone?"
"Since I convinced Magneto that we needed one. Go answer it!"
"I don't even know where it is!" Pietro exclaimed, but still jumped up from the couch and speed off to find the ringing device. He came back a short while later, talking into a black cordless phone.
"Yes sir. Uh-hu . . . Yes. No sir. Of course." Then he handed the phone to Elisa. "Magneto. He wants to talk to you." Elisa accepted the phone. Not that anyone in their right mind would refuse to speak to the master of magnetism.
"Hello Erik. Yes. I understand. Yes. All right. Bye then." She hung up, turning to the two teenagers. "Well, it seems like the trip to Europe will take a little longer than expected. There's a new mutant they've got to pick up in Spain before returning."
"Ohh . . . then no one would notice if I just went downtown for a while," Pietro said, preparing for take-off.
"Sorry luv, I promised Magneto I would make sure you didn't leave this area. I don't think he trusts you not to cause a scene."
"With good reason, too," Peter noted from his armchair.
Pietro just pouted and sunk back into the couch.
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Not much had changed in the last couple of hours. The three mutants were still in the living room, bored senseless. Peter had finished his book and was currently watching an old episode of Ricki Lake, Elisa was trying (and failing) to build a house of some of Remy's stray cards and Pietro was taking cards from Elisa, using one of St. John's stray lighters to burn them up.
"Remy will be angry with you when he returns," Peter told Pietro when there was a commercial break.
"No he won't," Pietro replied. "Why would he? He blows up the cards in any case. And since John's the pyromaniac of the group, he'll get blamed if Remy's being cranky 'bout burned up cards. 'Specially since he burned off Sabretooth's eyebrows the other day."
"John didn't burn them off," Elisa commented, scowling at the cards that had fallen over -again-. Oh how she wished for death ray-powers right now. Or at least some glue. "He shaved them."
"Really? I thought he burned them."
"No, he burned off his own eyebrows," Peter informed the skinny teen.
"When?"
"Long before this whole mutants becoming public-thing," Elisa said. "You were still with the Brotherhood, I think. Anyway, he was playing around with one of his lighters, trying to make dragons or something, and then Poof! His eyebrows were gone."
"It was actually rather amusing," Peter said.
"Victor without eyebrows is also amusing," Elisa contemplated. "Although I must say, I don't understand why he overreacted so. They've almost completely grown back already. Must be some sort of side effect from his mutant powers."
"I don't understand why John is always picking fights with Sabretooth," Peter said.
"The mutant version of extreme sport," Pietro mused. "Annoy the scary hairy . . . fairy?"
Elisa snorted. "If you call Victor a fairy to his face, you'll really need your super speed to survive."
"That's the only thing I can come up with that rhymes with scary and hairy," the pale teen defended himself.
"Larry!" St. John exclaimed, suddenly showing up in front of the TV. Not because of some newly developed teleportation-powers, but because he moved rather fast thanks to hyperness from eating too much candy and then being forced to sit still for a long while.
"I thought you were in Europe," Elisa said, scowling at the blond teen for wrecking her house of (five) cards with the draft he created while moving.
"I came, I saw, I went back to the States," St. John replied. "And I brought a souvenir!" That said, he moved back to the doorway through which he had entered the room, then returning dragging someone with him. This someone turned out to be a young teenage girl with light brown hair.
"You must be the new mutant," was Pietro's brilliant conclusion.
"Yup," St. John said. "Everyone, meet Jennifer Falls. The reason she's a little pale at the moment is that she's claustrophobic, which doesn't agree well with Magneto's choice of transportation. Jenny, this is Elisa, Pietro and Piotr. Pietro . . Piotr . . . Pietro . . . Piotr . . . hey, your names are bloody similar."
"We know," was Peter's humorless reply. He wanted to see Ricki Lake, but the annoying Aussie was in the way.
"Whatever," St. John said, turning back to Jennifer. "You can just call 'em both Pete or somethin'."
"So, what're your powers?" Elisa asked the girl, deciding that she really didn't want to build a house of cards.
"Uhm, I can sort of . . . find other mutants, and then I become them or something," Jennifer answered. "I'm not really sure actually, it manifested just recently. Magneto said he'd look into it."
"Yeah, he's good at that," Pietro said. "Hey, ain't that Johnny's clothes you're wearing?" he then noted, already becoming bored with the former conversation.
"You notice Johnny's clothes!" Elisa squealed, ignoring the speedsters glare and St. John's look of confusion.
"You're sure there's nothing more than tea in your cup, Elisa?" Peter asked the immortal mutant, who ignored him in orderly fashion.
"We had to burn Jenn's old clothes in the fireplace," St. John said, apparently not being able to shut up for a longer period of time. "There's some mutant hunter or sumethin' after her, and her clothes were too distinguish, since they're nun clothes. Jenny's fresh out from a convent."
"Nifty," Elisa said, then noticing that a certain Cajun was missing. "Where's Remy?"
"Remy's carsick. Well, round-floating-shiny-metal-ball-sick. I think that's the only reason Magneto brought him, so he'd get punished for stealing wine without Magneto having to put in too much of an effort. He's currently puking his guts out in the bathroom. Remy, not Magneto. Magneto went to watch the Teletubbies or somethin'."
Most of the mutants in the room just stared at the blond teen. Then Pietro came to think of something.
"Hey!"
"What?" St. John asked.
"I'm going to kill you."
"What?!"
"You told people about you-know-who!"
"Who?"
"You know! My ex!"
"Ohhh . . . Eh . . . About that . . . that was totally unintentional. So, uh . . . just, calm down. Think happy thoughts. Not murderous ones." St. John was looking slightly worried.
"I'll give you a five minutes head start," Pietro said, looking slightly murderous.
"Eep!" was all the Australian said, running off as fast as he could. Three seconds later, the white-haired teen took up the chase, followed by Elisa who was shouting some randomly disturbing things involving St. John, Pietro and a bedroom. Peter and Jennifer stared after the other three mutants for a while, and then the Russian teen turned to the new girl.
"Welcome to the insanity. I bet you will like it here."
tbc
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Disclaimer: X-Men is the property of Stan Lee. Jennifer Falls is the property of Medjke. And since I'm only gonna disclaim OC's once I'm not gonna tell you again that Elisa ain't mine.
So . . . was that as bad as I think it was? And is anyone still interested in this story? Is it worth continuing? Have I lost all my readers? How many questions can I ask before you get pissed off? Please review?
I know this was kinda . . . jumpy at times, with the talking going off in all directions. But hey, that's what it's like in real life, right? Me and a friend (yes, I do have friends! Believe it or not.) started talking about cars, and ten seconds later we were talking about glasses, soon followed by guys shaving their legs and skeletons in wigs. It was a Friday, after all.
You know, I was going to write Piotr instead of Peter when talking about him, but Piotr looks damn much like Pietro. This would probably result in confusion, if not amongst you readers, then in my brain.
I'm getting all kinds of suggestions for different pairings! That's absolutely wonderful! Every suggestion will be considered, and if it fits into the story, it'll prolly show up. It's most appreciated, and helps me to steer clear from writing in a Sam/Wolverine pairing. 'Cause that'd prolly scar lots of people for life . . . And if anybody ever writes (or reads) a Evan/Pietro/Kurt fic, let me know!!! Thank you Greg for that idea! =)
Next time: I will get a new muse. I will get a new muse. And I must go to bed now.