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Telepathic speaking, *Lines of the play*, (Aussie/Greek Translation) -----
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Chapter Seven: Practice
John and Damia had been practicing; or trying to for twenty minutes now. But, everyone kept coming into the dinning room to see if the rumor around the house was true, that an acolyte was in the X-men mansion. They hadn't even gotten past Lysander's first line, before Jamie had entered the room.
"Great another one!" John said as he saw Multiple enter the room.
"Jamie?" Damia said, hoping he would leave.
"I just wanted to see if-"Jamie was cut off by John.
"That an Acolyte was in the house? Yes, now please leave." John said harshly.
Damia looked at the boy and smiled at him, she could tell Jamie didn't trust John. "It's alright mikros. (Little one)"
He smiled and left the room.
"What did you just call him?" John was curios.
"Little one." She said then went back to looking at her book. "Start over."
John began his lines for the thousandth time. He put his hand on her cheek, and began *Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood, And, to speak the truth, I have forgot our way. We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day.*
"Wow, nice bub." Logan stood at the doorway.
John's eyes widened he didn't like Wolf man; he scared the living daylights out of him.
Damia sensed John's uneasiness "Logan its fine. We are just practicing."
Logan mumbled something under his breathe about John.
"Common Love, we're wasting our time." John sighed.
"John common," Damia pleaded "we have to practice."
"I don't think we are going to get much-" John was interrupted by Damia giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"You can have more, if we practice." Damia said tempting him.
"Bloody hell." He rolled his eyes and waited for her to begin.
Damia began *Be it so Lysander; find you out a bed, For I upon this bank will rest my head* She suddenly got up and sat on the table and gestured for him to come and sit with him. He did as he was told, but he had other plans.
Instead of sitting on the table he picked her up in his arms, and walked out of the room, and into the living room where the others where watching T.V. They all suddenly stopped as they heard an Aussie accent reciting Shakespeare and carrying a shocked Damia in his arms. *One turf shall serve as a pillow to us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms* he glanced at her chest, *and one troth.*
Everyone in the whole mansion had now started to watch the two who had practically no idea that they were being watched.
Damia glared at him *Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,* she struggled to get out of his arms, but it didn't work he held keep his grip. She growled at him *Lie further off yet* she put her hands of his chest trying to push herself off *do not lie so near.*
Finally she was able to get free but he had his arms around her *O take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! Love takes meaning in love's conference;* He lifted his eyebrows up and down and she couldn't help but smile. Then his tone was serious *I mean that my7 heart unto yours is knit.* they didn't hear the Awww's from their audience. *So that but one heart can make of it.* He continued his speech and put a hurt expression on his face *For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.* He shook a finger in her face.
She smiled at him and put her face close to his as if for a kiss but began *Lysander riddles very prettily,* her face still close to his she said in a firm voice *Now much beshrew my manners and my pride.* her voice changed to one of a sweety musical tone. *.But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy lie further off, in human modesty.So be distant, and good night,* she put her hand to his cheek and gave him a quick kiss *sweet friend!; thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end.*
John smiled accepting his fate *Amen, amen, to that fair prayer says I* His tone became serious with the new phrase as he wanted her to know what he said now really was true. He gazed into her eyes and told her with a serious voice *And then end my life when I end loyalty!* He picked p her hand and kissed it *Here is my bed; sleep give thee all his rest.* He brushed his hand against her cheek and moved a strand of dark green hair behind her ear. Damia smiled and ended their scene with a smile *With half that wish the wisher's eyes be pressed.*
The sound of clapping suddenly caused them to take notice of the people that were watching. Both were shocked that they had had an audience, especially because they had been so quiet as they were rehearsing.
Damia gave a small smile. "Ahhh.hi."
Kitty came over to her jumping up and down "You're like so going to get an A!!!" She squealed.
"You think so?" Damia asked. She looked at John who was blushing. "John?" She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him blush it was so adorable.
"Bloody hell! How long have youse been watching?" He asked.
"From the part were you had Damia in your arms and she was trying to escape." Amara answered him.
"It was so romantic!" Jean said smiling. "I love that play."
"Yeah, and you were so into it.I wonder why?" Bobby added with a sly smile.
"Thanks mate.I think." John said, he didn't know Bobby very well so he wasn't sure if he was serious or trying to say something.
"Well, I hope that you two get a good grade for your effort." The professor told the two. It was even more shocking than having the students watch them but the professor too.
"Thank you." Damia replied.
"But, I do think its time you get going John. The team has to practice." The professor told the boy. "Would you show him out Damia?" She nodded. She looked around the room, and noticed that Scott was there, but she ignored him and walked John to his car.
When the two reached the car, Damia leaned against the door of the driver's side keeping John from leaving. It wouldn't have been too hard for John to have picked her up and moved her out of his way, but she had literally rooted herself to the ground.
"You heard the Prof, you have to go fight." He told her. He didn't want the professor to never let him see Damia again so he wanted to try to make as good an impression as he could.
Damia glared at him. "Why do you want me to leave?" She asked him. She was in the mood for some romance. The way John had recited his lines, made her soul fly, and she wanted to be with him for a while. She had an idea as to how to get John to work with her.
"Look, I feel stuffed (tired)." He told her not convincing her at all.
"Oh, okay. Good Night then." She kissed him, and while she did she got his car keys from his back pocket. Then as quick as she could she opened the car door and jumped in, quickly putting the keys out of reach.
"HEY!" He yelled, he didn't like where this was heading. He dodged in after her, ding exactly what she wanted. When he entered the car she slammed the door shut and leaped on him. He tried to find out where she had hidden the keys but during the process they somehow landed in the back seat, him on top of her. ^^Common Love, not now. Your Prof will kill me.^^
"You know John I have been thinking." She told him, she knew he was mad and she knew why but at the moment she had a one-track mind.
"What?" he asked hoping that if he answered her question he could leave and they could continue this tomorrow somewhere else.
"I can't understand why Hermia wouldn't want Lysander to sleep next to her." She pointed out.
"That's because she's modest, and it was different back then." He replied. ^^I really need to leave.^^
Damia let out a sigh "John? Why did you stop me from hurting Scott?"
John was taken aback by this question "Because I didn't want you to get into trouble."
"So that means your good?" She asked she was being serious.
"What are you talking about?" John was confused.
"Well, I just don't understand why you work for Magneto. I mean you're a good person, why work for someone who hates everyone?" She asked him, he was still on top of her, mostly because it was hard to move around in the back of the car, sense all the seat's had been moved back.
"I donno." Was all he said.
"How can you not? I mean you have hurt innocent people as Pyro? I just don't understand how someone like you could do such a thing." She stared at him.
He was getting upset by her questions, yes he wasn't perfect, and yes he worked for Mags, but what did this have to do with their current situation of him getting home? "Sheila, I don't know what-"
"I just wish they could see the good in you like I do." She cut him off.
"Maybe I'm not as good as you think Love." He replied.
"What do you mean?" She moved up so she could she him better, she moved from her previous position, which was with her head turned and John face nowhere near her's. Now she was in a position to see him face to face, he was in a sort of push up position, trying to keep from crushing her.
"Nothing, I told you I'm stuffed (tired)." He reminded her.
"No you're not." She sighed. She put her hand against his cheek. "Why don't you talk with me?"
"I'm just not one to yabber (talk)." He told her.
"Okay." She said and moved again accidentally kneeing him in the groin in the process.
He made a yelp in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That was an accident." She told him sympathy in her tone.
"It's okay love." He replied.
"I guess you not in the mood, so good night." She said and got out of the car accepting his romantic position.
"Wait!" He called, he might not be in the mood for what she had in mind but he still wanted something from her. "What about my good night kiss?" He asked her with a smile.
She smiled and came over to him, and gave him his last kiss for the night.
------Please review. ~Alana------
Chapter Seven: Practice
John and Damia had been practicing; or trying to for twenty minutes now. But, everyone kept coming into the dinning room to see if the rumor around the house was true, that an acolyte was in the X-men mansion. They hadn't even gotten past Lysander's first line, before Jamie had entered the room.
"Great another one!" John said as he saw Multiple enter the room.
"Jamie?" Damia said, hoping he would leave.
"I just wanted to see if-"Jamie was cut off by John.
"That an Acolyte was in the house? Yes, now please leave." John said harshly.
Damia looked at the boy and smiled at him, she could tell Jamie didn't trust John. "It's alright mikros. (Little one)"
He smiled and left the room.
"What did you just call him?" John was curios.
"Little one." She said then went back to looking at her book. "Start over."
John began his lines for the thousandth time. He put his hand on her cheek, and began *Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood, And, to speak the truth, I have forgot our way. We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day.*
"Wow, nice bub." Logan stood at the doorway.
John's eyes widened he didn't like Wolf man; he scared the living daylights out of him.
Damia sensed John's uneasiness "Logan its fine. We are just practicing."
Logan mumbled something under his breathe about John.
"Common Love, we're wasting our time." John sighed.
"John common," Damia pleaded "we have to practice."
"I don't think we are going to get much-" John was interrupted by Damia giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"You can have more, if we practice." Damia said tempting him.
"Bloody hell." He rolled his eyes and waited for her to begin.
Damia began *Be it so Lysander; find you out a bed, For I upon this bank will rest my head* She suddenly got up and sat on the table and gestured for him to come and sit with him. He did as he was told, but he had other plans.
Instead of sitting on the table he picked her up in his arms, and walked out of the room, and into the living room where the others where watching T.V. They all suddenly stopped as they heard an Aussie accent reciting Shakespeare and carrying a shocked Damia in his arms. *One turf shall serve as a pillow to us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms* he glanced at her chest, *and one troth.*
Everyone in the whole mansion had now started to watch the two who had practically no idea that they were being watched.
Damia glared at him *Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,* she struggled to get out of his arms, but it didn't work he held keep his grip. She growled at him *Lie further off yet* she put her hands of his chest trying to push herself off *do not lie so near.*
Finally she was able to get free but he had his arms around her *O take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! Love takes meaning in love's conference;* He lifted his eyebrows up and down and she couldn't help but smile. Then his tone was serious *I mean that my7 heart unto yours is knit.* they didn't hear the Awww's from their audience. *So that but one heart can make of it.* He continued his speech and put a hurt expression on his face *For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.* He shook a finger in her face.
She smiled at him and put her face close to his as if for a kiss but began *Lysander riddles very prettily,* her face still close to his she said in a firm voice *Now much beshrew my manners and my pride.* her voice changed to one of a sweety musical tone. *.But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy lie further off, in human modesty.So be distant, and good night,* she put her hand to his cheek and gave him a quick kiss *sweet friend!; thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end.*
John smiled accepting his fate *Amen, amen, to that fair prayer says I* His tone became serious with the new phrase as he wanted her to know what he said now really was true. He gazed into her eyes and told her with a serious voice *And then end my life when I end loyalty!* He picked p her hand and kissed it *Here is my bed; sleep give thee all his rest.* He brushed his hand against her cheek and moved a strand of dark green hair behind her ear. Damia smiled and ended their scene with a smile *With half that wish the wisher's eyes be pressed.*
The sound of clapping suddenly caused them to take notice of the people that were watching. Both were shocked that they had had an audience, especially because they had been so quiet as they were rehearsing.
Damia gave a small smile. "Ahhh.hi."
Kitty came over to her jumping up and down "You're like so going to get an A!!!" She squealed.
"You think so?" Damia asked. She looked at John who was blushing. "John?" She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him blush it was so adorable.
"Bloody hell! How long have youse been watching?" He asked.
"From the part were you had Damia in your arms and she was trying to escape." Amara answered him.
"It was so romantic!" Jean said smiling. "I love that play."
"Yeah, and you were so into it.I wonder why?" Bobby added with a sly smile.
"Thanks mate.I think." John said, he didn't know Bobby very well so he wasn't sure if he was serious or trying to say something.
"Well, I hope that you two get a good grade for your effort." The professor told the two. It was even more shocking than having the students watch them but the professor too.
"Thank you." Damia replied.
"But, I do think its time you get going John. The team has to practice." The professor told the boy. "Would you show him out Damia?" She nodded. She looked around the room, and noticed that Scott was there, but she ignored him and walked John to his car.
When the two reached the car, Damia leaned against the door of the driver's side keeping John from leaving. It wouldn't have been too hard for John to have picked her up and moved her out of his way, but she had literally rooted herself to the ground.
"You heard the Prof, you have to go fight." He told her. He didn't want the professor to never let him see Damia again so he wanted to try to make as good an impression as he could.
Damia glared at him. "Why do you want me to leave?" She asked him. She was in the mood for some romance. The way John had recited his lines, made her soul fly, and she wanted to be with him for a while. She had an idea as to how to get John to work with her.
"Look, I feel stuffed (tired)." He told her not convincing her at all.
"Oh, okay. Good Night then." She kissed him, and while she did she got his car keys from his back pocket. Then as quick as she could she opened the car door and jumped in, quickly putting the keys out of reach.
"HEY!" He yelled, he didn't like where this was heading. He dodged in after her, ding exactly what she wanted. When he entered the car she slammed the door shut and leaped on him. He tried to find out where she had hidden the keys but during the process they somehow landed in the back seat, him on top of her. ^^Common Love, not now. Your Prof will kill me.^^
"You know John I have been thinking." She told him, she knew he was mad and she knew why but at the moment she had a one-track mind.
"What?" he asked hoping that if he answered her question he could leave and they could continue this tomorrow somewhere else.
"I can't understand why Hermia wouldn't want Lysander to sleep next to her." She pointed out.
"That's because she's modest, and it was different back then." He replied. ^^I really need to leave.^^
Damia let out a sigh "John? Why did you stop me from hurting Scott?"
John was taken aback by this question "Because I didn't want you to get into trouble."
"So that means your good?" She asked she was being serious.
"What are you talking about?" John was confused.
"Well, I just don't understand why you work for Magneto. I mean you're a good person, why work for someone who hates everyone?" She asked him, he was still on top of her, mostly because it was hard to move around in the back of the car, sense all the seat's had been moved back.
"I donno." Was all he said.
"How can you not? I mean you have hurt innocent people as Pyro? I just don't understand how someone like you could do such a thing." She stared at him.
He was getting upset by her questions, yes he wasn't perfect, and yes he worked for Mags, but what did this have to do with their current situation of him getting home? "Sheila, I don't know what-"
"I just wish they could see the good in you like I do." She cut him off.
"Maybe I'm not as good as you think Love." He replied.
"What do you mean?" She moved up so she could she him better, she moved from her previous position, which was with her head turned and John face nowhere near her's. Now she was in a position to see him face to face, he was in a sort of push up position, trying to keep from crushing her.
"Nothing, I told you I'm stuffed (tired)." He reminded her.
"No you're not." She sighed. She put her hand against his cheek. "Why don't you talk with me?"
"I'm just not one to yabber (talk)." He told her.
"Okay." She said and moved again accidentally kneeing him in the groin in the process.
He made a yelp in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That was an accident." She told him sympathy in her tone.
"It's okay love." He replied.
"I guess you not in the mood, so good night." She said and got out of the car accepting his romantic position.
"Wait!" He called, he might not be in the mood for what she had in mind but he still wanted something from her. "What about my good night kiss?" He asked her with a smile.
She smiled and came over to him, and gave him his last kiss for the night.
------Please review. ~Alana------