Hello peoples. Sorry it took awhile to get this chapter up, but here it is for your reading pleasure. PS thanks for the reviews keep em' comin and I'll do my best to make you happy.
Wednesday
The morning was bright and cheerful. Sunlight streamed into the windows of the kitchen where there were no signs of pizza dough remaining from the night before. Inside the kitchen Storm and Jean joyfully hurried about preparing breakfast.
"I think the only way to get past the horrors of this week," Jean said as she whipped a bowl of pancake batter, "is to really outdo ourselves today."
Storm smiled and agreed, "Yes. I think today's smorgasbord of a breakfast will really do the trick."
Storm was cutting up fruit for a salad and Jean used her telekinesis to pour the pancake batter into a pan while she manually cracked eggs into a dish.
"Lets see: pancakes, French toast, fruit salad, toast, scrambled eggs, bagels, sausage, bacon and hash browns. Yup, I think we should have enough." Jean poured milk into the dish and beat the liquid. Storm watched as Jean, humming in delight, went to the cupboard to fetch the bread. Taking a small bottle from the spice rack Storm gently sprinkled in dusty brown powder.
"What are you doing?" Jean asked.
"Just a little cinnamon." Storm replied as she finished adding the spice, "To add some flavor."
"Oh." Jean said, slightly pursing her lips. Storm moved back to cutting the fruit and Jean casually commented, "Aren't those pieces a bit too big for a salad. Each slice seems like a whole serving to me."
Storm smiled, "Well, I suppose they're a little big for the lighter eaters on the team."
Jean nodded and began dipping the bread into the batter and quickly placing it into an empty pan on the stove.
"You should let them soak longer." Storm mused as she rinsed the still largely diced fruit.
"If you soak them too long they get to soggy." Jean replied with a slight hint of irritation.
"Yes, but if you don't soak them long enough they don't capture enough flavor." Storm replied and began to soak a piece of bread as a demonstration.
"Storm I think I know what I'm doing here." Jean replied as she gently pulled the dish of batter away from Storm using her telekinesis.
"Fine." Storm said and began to mix up a bowl of scrambled eggs. "It will just taste as bland as usual."
"Bland?" Jean said in indignation. She turned to face Storm, hands on her hips. "My French toast is bland?"
"Oh not just your French toast Jean." Storm said while adding salt and pepper to the eggs, "Most of your cooking is."
"WHAT?!" Jean yelled.
"Well there's nothing wrong with it. It just lacks a little flavor. It probably suits you just fine though."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Jean said, glaring at Storm with fire in her eyes.
"It's just your not all that outgoing or exciting."
"Oh and how so."
"Well your clothes for example."
"My clothes?!"
"Yes, they're all rather plain."
"Humph. Well I guess not everyone can put it all out there like some people."
"Excuse me?" Storm said, finally turning to face Jean and placing her hands on her hips.
"Nothing, Ms. Spice." Jean said and smiled. "Some people are just more open than others I suppose."
"Are you implying that my wardrobe is…"
"Oh I'm not implying anything, I'm pretty sure I just said it plain and clear."
Storm glowered at Jean and both women could feel the temperature rising and static electricity building in the kitchen.
In the dining room the X-men were already waiting for breakfast. They all sat around the brand new table that served as a replacement for the one recently lost to the evil pizza dough from hell. They each idly played with the dishes and utensils before them as they wondered what was taking so long.
"Man, I'm starving." Iceman said and stared at his empty plate.
"Yeah, what's takin so long? I could of gone out and killed something ta eat by now." Wolverine growled.
"It is taking a while isn't it." Cyclops rose from his chair and headed for the door to the kitchen, "I'll go see what's up."
Cyclops opened the door and peered inside, "I don't mean to rush you ladies but…"
He quickly pulled his head back as a frying pan came flying towards the door.
"Take that you tramp!!!" A shrill yell came from inside the kitchen.
"Hey, are de fightin in der?" Gambit and the others quickly sprung from their seats and rushed to the kitchen door. Inside Storm and Jean were throwing all sorts of things around the room via telekinesis and gale force winds.
"Oh my stars and garters." Beast whispered in awe.
"This is better'n watchin Springer!" Wolverine declared.
"Alright!" Bobby exclaimed, "CATFIGHT!!!"
"I got five bucks on Stormy!" Wolverine called out.
"You on mon ami!" Gambit looked around and casually swiped the distracted Cyclops's wallet.
"We have to stop this!" Cyclops yelled.
"Are you kidding? I'm not going in there." Bobby said and the rest of the team nodded in agreement.
"Fine. I'll go in." Cyclops put on a brave and determined face and strode into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
"Three, two, one." Warren counted and Cyclops came tearing out of the kitchen with a bowl covering his head and pancake batter oozing down his collar.
"So, how'd it go?" Bobby grinned.
"Look out!" Warren yelled as the oven came crashing thru the wall, followed closely by bolts of lightning and flying cutlery.
"Let's get out of here!" Cannonball screamed and the X-men went diving for cover.
"We need to get to safety!" Cyclops yelled.
"Gambit on it homme!" The Cajun reached down and grabbed a silver spoon. He quickly charged it and flung it at the outer wall, creating a hole that the X-men quickly escaped thru.
They stood out on the lawn dusting themselves off and listening to the battle within.
"Hey!" Bobby exclaimed, "The kitchen windows!"
The X-men all ran around the side of the house to watch the chaotic battle between Storm and Jean.
"Who's winnin?" Wolverine asked and jumped aside as a cupboard door came flying thru one of the windows.
"I don't know. Jean?" Sam said and then ducked for cover as a lighting bolt tore over his head. "Or maybe Storm."
"Geez, this is even worse than Wolverine and Gambit's fight huh Cyclops." Bobby laughed.
"I…I…" Cyclops muttered in shock. More appliances were tossed thru the windows and pretty soon the whole yard was littered with debris.
"Well," Beast mused, "I'd say they've destroyed everything but, as the saying goes, the kitchen sink."
"Here it comes now!" Wolverine yelled and rolled clear as the metal bin and pipes crashed to the ground.
"I stand corrected."
Water spurted up out of the torn pipes and showered down on the two women inside the kitchen. Cyclops stared at the geyser and slowly pulled out from the shock the battle scene had caused. Recovering he gazed around at the other X-men who were all cheering on the fight and making bets on the winner. Taking in a huge, angered breath Cyclops clenched his jaw.
"THAT'S IT!!!" He yelled and everyone turned to stare at him, including Jean and Storm. "I have had enough of this. Everyone report to the war room!" The others stared at him dumbly. "NOW!!!"
Quickly all the X-men hurried back inside and down to the War room. Cyclops stood out on the lawn alone for a few minutes contemplating the mess. Beneath his red sunglasses his eyes narrowed in fixed determination.
So what's gonna happen next? Is Cyclops finally gonna call it quits or is he crazy enough to push on? Stay tuned to find out. Hopefully the next chapter will be here soon. Until then I am Adam_bat.