Hang in there, this one's a little longer than the rest.
I'd also like to thank all of you, who have been following this story so far, aswell for
all the reviews and cheer-ups you gave me. Those are something, a humble writer
like me never gets tired off.
Muchas gracias.
Uhmm, did I already say: R&R?
Plans to be laid
Storm bent around, checking herself in the full-length mirror.
"Are you sure, Jubilee?" she asked her friend, who was busy gathering clothes and hangers,
putting the rejected articles back in place.
"Believe me, 'Ro, one look at you, and Wolvie's gonna forget, he ever had a bike", chuckled
the younger woman, handing her back her own clothes.
"That is something else, I wanted to discuss with you as well. I am uncertain, that we did not
go too far-"
"Ah-ah-ah-ah, everybody can pull a prank, it's how you evade the busting, that separates the
amateurs from the pros." Jubilee bowed and smiled:
"And I, by all means, am the queen of all things mischievous!"
"Why do Ah haveta go first?" whispered Rogue, clinging to the doorframe.
"Simple, chère, ye're super-strong, near invulnerable, and c'n fly away, if 'e goes berserk",
rasped Remy, trying to comfort her, while Hank and Scott tried to push her through the
entrance.
"But why don'tcha send Jean in first, sugah, Ah mean, he likes her best!"
By now, she was whining, and couldn't care less.
"I'm not taking any chances on my wife's life", grunted Scott, who started feeling a migraine
approaching, but never ceased to shove.
That was the moment Wolverine, beer in his hand, strolled down the hall, whistling.
His trill died on his lips, when he saw the entire gang crowded in the den, trying to move
Rogue out of the way, who was obviously blocking the door.
He frowned, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then shook his head and continued
his way, muttering under his breath:
"I don't even wanna know!"
Sunset was approaching, when the two missing ladies took the last curve
towards the mansion, and, carefully, as to avoid any bumps and scratches,
drove into the open garage.
Jubilee swiftly got down from the bike and opened the jeep's back door, loading her arms
with bags. She paused and frowned.
Storm was still sitting in the driver's seat, tapping her fingernails nervously on the steering
wheel.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, you're just going to ruin your new manicure", pointed
Jubilee out, "'sides, we got to make you ready for your big scene."
Drawing a deep breath, Ororo managed to get out of the car and helped Jubilee carry their
bargains to her room.
Once done, Jubilee rushed Storm to the bathroom, handing her a specific parcel.
"I still feel somehow bad about thi-" Her voice trailed off, as her eyes grew wide.
Following her gaze, Jubilee noticed the large rosebush, which had carried at least thirty
'Queen Elizabeth's' this morning. Only a few blooms remained, the others had been carefully
cut off.
At that moment, the doorbell rang, and a few moments later, somebody rapped at the door.
Hank stood there with a carefully wrapped bundle.
"Flowers for a beautiful lady, though they may compliment your enthralling beauty, they will
never manage to-"
Beast froze, when he saw the look on Storm's face, and noticed the distant rumble of thunder.
She took the flowers from his hands, thanked him, and closed the door.
Opening the wrapping paper, she gasped.
"My.. my beautiful, beautiful roses, oh, my poor cherished children,
what has that-man done to you?" she wailed, cradling them tenderly to her chest, while
frantically searching for a vase.
Finally, the tortured plants rested in a large crystal urn filled with warm
water, and the thunderstorm ceased.
Her eyes were still blazing, when Storm addressed an equally upset Jubilee.
"I am thinking of acquiring a fur coat, Jubilation, and a rare one for that."
"Lemme guess: 100% Wolverine."
"Precisely."
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I know, you're tired, but there's one more to go-for now...
I'd also like to thank all of you, who have been following this story so far, aswell for
all the reviews and cheer-ups you gave me. Those are something, a humble writer
like me never gets tired off.
Muchas gracias.
Uhmm, did I already say: R&R?
Plans to be laid
Storm bent around, checking herself in the full-length mirror.
"Are you sure, Jubilee?" she asked her friend, who was busy gathering clothes and hangers,
putting the rejected articles back in place.
"Believe me, 'Ro, one look at you, and Wolvie's gonna forget, he ever had a bike", chuckled
the younger woman, handing her back her own clothes.
"That is something else, I wanted to discuss with you as well. I am uncertain, that we did not
go too far-"
"Ah-ah-ah-ah, everybody can pull a prank, it's how you evade the busting, that separates the
amateurs from the pros." Jubilee bowed and smiled:
"And I, by all means, am the queen of all things mischievous!"
"Why do Ah haveta go first?" whispered Rogue, clinging to the doorframe.
"Simple, chère, ye're super-strong, near invulnerable, and c'n fly away, if 'e goes berserk",
rasped Remy, trying to comfort her, while Hank and Scott tried to push her through the
entrance.
"But why don'tcha send Jean in first, sugah, Ah mean, he likes her best!"
By now, she was whining, and couldn't care less.
"I'm not taking any chances on my wife's life", grunted Scott, who started feeling a migraine
approaching, but never ceased to shove.
That was the moment Wolverine, beer in his hand, strolled down the hall, whistling.
His trill died on his lips, when he saw the entire gang crowded in the den, trying to move
Rogue out of the way, who was obviously blocking the door.
He frowned, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then shook his head and continued
his way, muttering under his breath:
"I don't even wanna know!"
Sunset was approaching, when the two missing ladies took the last curve
towards the mansion, and, carefully, as to avoid any bumps and scratches,
drove into the open garage.
Jubilee swiftly got down from the bike and opened the jeep's back door, loading her arms
with bags. She paused and frowned.
Storm was still sitting in the driver's seat, tapping her fingernails nervously on the steering
wheel.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, you're just going to ruin your new manicure", pointed
Jubilee out, "'sides, we got to make you ready for your big scene."
Drawing a deep breath, Ororo managed to get out of the car and helped Jubilee carry their
bargains to her room.
Once done, Jubilee rushed Storm to the bathroom, handing her a specific parcel.
"I still feel somehow bad about thi-" Her voice trailed off, as her eyes grew wide.
Following her gaze, Jubilee noticed the large rosebush, which had carried at least thirty
'Queen Elizabeth's' this morning. Only a few blooms remained, the others had been carefully
cut off.
At that moment, the doorbell rang, and a few moments later, somebody rapped at the door.
Hank stood there with a carefully wrapped bundle.
"Flowers for a beautiful lady, though they may compliment your enthralling beauty, they will
never manage to-"
Beast froze, when he saw the look on Storm's face, and noticed the distant rumble of thunder.
She took the flowers from his hands, thanked him, and closed the door.
Opening the wrapping paper, she gasped.
"My.. my beautiful, beautiful roses, oh, my poor cherished children,
what has that-man done to you?" she wailed, cradling them tenderly to her chest, while
frantically searching for a vase.
Finally, the tortured plants rested in a large crystal urn filled with warm
water, and the thunderstorm ceased.
Her eyes were still blazing, when Storm addressed an equally upset Jubilee.
"I am thinking of acquiring a fur coat, Jubilation, and a rare one for that."
"Lemme guess: 100% Wolverine."
"Precisely."
***********************************************************
I know, you're tired, but there's one more to go-for now...