A/N: O, I got reviews! Goody! Yes, I said goody! To answer a question, I'm hoping to write some about the X-Treme team, though it's my least favorite book. I do know that Rogue will be in this, and probably Storm and Gambit. I don't really like the newer characters. Maybe Sage or Bishop, who I know isn't new, but is just anal. Though that gives me ideas for Leslie torture…
Disclaimer: whoops, forgot this part, though I think you all know that I don't own the X-Men. I own Leslie Corring, though, and if anyone uses her in a story, I'd like to know. I request that she's not used in an NC-17 story.
Leslie glared at her room as she sat on her bed. Not that the room had done anything, but it was the only target for her anger at the moment.
It was actually a very nice, if very empty, room. It was large, almost twice the size of her room at home. Dresser, desk, mirror, bed, bookshelf, all the basics were present. It even came with a really nice laptop!
But it wasn't her room.
Feeling like she was going to cry, Leslie buried her face into a pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of her tears. Before she got a chance to really get at it, however, there was a knock at the door.
Quickly, she wiped her face and cleared her throat. "Come in."
The door opened to reveal a very nervous Bobby Drake. "Um, Kurt and I were wondering if you were ready to go?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Don't have anything else to do." With a shrug she got off the bend and walked over to him. "I suppose you realized at the meeting, but I'm Leslie," she added, holding out her hand.
Gingerly, Bobby shook it. "Bobby Drake."
"I know," Leslie replied without thinking. Seeing the wince on his face, she mentally cursed herself. Ah, yes, come see the amazing girl with the mutant ability to freak people out! $5 an adult, $3 children and seniors!
They walked in silence down the hall, Leslie trying not to look to incredulous. Uncomfortable with the oppressive quiet, she spoke up. "So, what do you want me to call you? Mr. Drake?"
Bobby winced again, but this time it was theatrical. "God, no! Call me Bobby. Everyone else does."
Leslie smiled at that. "Alright." There was no time to say anything more, for they were out the door and heading towards the garage.
Don't be nervous, he's just a normal guy. Of course, he does just happen to have a tale and fur and glowing eyes, but he's really very average! Leslie wondered when the voice in her head got so sarcastic.
Bobby led her to a car, next to which stood Kurt. See? Totally normal. Uh-huh, and the moon's made of bloody cheese! She shoved those thoughts aside, though, and managed a timid smile and an extended hand. "Hi. I'm Leslie."
"Hello, Leslie. Call me Kurt."
"Sure." Okay, shaking hands with a guy with three fingers is creepy, but it could be worse…how, I'm not sure, but it probably could be. Arrgh, that felt weird!!
They piled in, Kurt and Bobby up front and Leslie in the back. She curled up on the seat like a cat and stared out the window at her new home.
I hate this. I want to go home. This sucks. Hello, God, are you there, it's me, Leslie, psycho girl, can you wake me up now?
Kurt cleared his throat. "This must be very difficult for you."
Leslie blinked. It was the first time anyone had seemed to notice that little fact. "Yeah, you could say that. Seeing as I'm trapped for life in a universe I thought was fictional. No offense, of course."
"None taken," Bobby answered, then turned around in his seat and grinned. "I gotta say, the expression on Cyke's face when you lectured him was priceless!"
She laughed. "He annoyed me."
"He does tend to do that to people," Kurt agreed with a smile.
"Cyke's a good guy, though," Bobby added, feeling called upon to defend his friend. His eyes suddenly lit up and he grinned wider. "Hey, do you know any juicy things we could use for blackmail?"
"Bobby!" Kurt scolded, but Leslie laughed. This was the Bobby she'd read about.
"Juicy? Hmm…does Rogue's real name count as juicy?" she asked innocently, eyes twinkling.
Kurt nearly drove the car off the road, and Bobby's mouth dropped. "No way!"
"Way."
"Tellmetellmetellme!"
"Hmmm…I do believe someone mentioned the word blackmail a minute ago?"
Kurt laughed and Bobby groaned. "Dammit! Okay, what will it take?"
Leslie smiled evilly. "This time's on me, but in the future it'll cost ya. Rogue's real name…"
Bobby leaned in closer, and Kurt strained his ears to listen.
"…is…"
Bobby was practically in her lap now, and even Kurt had slightly turned his head.
"…Marie."
This time they did go off the road.
It was the first non-depressing thing that happened to me here. Going off the road, I mean, which should give you some idea of how totally bizarre life here is. I was terrified for a moment, grabbing onto Bobby's seat for dear life, saying the Hail Mary as quickly as I could. I'm pretty sure Kurt was saying it in German. That, or some rather choice swear words. I'll have to check on this later.
We didn't get hurt at all though, which isn't that strange when you compare to how the day'd been going. A half hour, two ice ramps, and numerous 'Gott in Himmel!'s' later, we were back on the road and heading toward the mall.
A padded room wouldn't be nearly as exciting…
By the time they finally made it to the mall, Leslie felt some better. She was still depressed and upset, but she had some temporary relief. "I can't believe you drove off the road!"
"I can't believe Rogue's name is Marie!" Kurt said, blushing purple beneath his image inducer.
Oh, look, the scary man's blushing. How sweet! Terrifying, but sweet, in a last-thing-you'll-ever-see way.
Cursing her inner voice for reminding her, once again, that this was all impossible and terrifying, she steeled herself and flashed a grin. "Well, let's shop!"
Bobby paled. "I knew it. We're going to die."
Mutant or not, fictional or not, no man likes to take a woman shopping. I think it must be something God wrote into the universe. You know, "…and the Lord said, 'As punishment for this sin, you and all your descendents shall hateth to shoppeth." Or something like that.
So I decided to have a little fun with them. Was it mean? Yup. Cruel and unusual? Hell, yes!
But it was damn funny, too.
Jean Grey-Summers blinked as she entered the kitchen to find Bobby slumped on the floor with his back against the wall, groaning. "Bobby?"
He looked up at her with tortured eyes. "She tricked us, Jean. She's evil!"
Jean smothered a smile and assisted him to a seat at the table. "What happened?"
Bobby placed his head in his hands and groaned again. "We get there, right? And we're a little goofy from going off the road—"
"You went off the road?!"
"Quiet, Jeannie, whose telling this, me or you? Anyway, we're steeled against the perils of shopping with a woman who literally can buy anything she wants and, in fact, needs to, but Leslie's acting all weird. In the store, get what she needs, out of the store. Doesn't even try most of it on, since she knows it's her size!
"So we've got everything, right? Clothes, shoes, CD's, bathroom crap, blankets, posters, jewelry, stuffed animals, journals, pens, everything! And it's all been get in, get what you need, get out! So, she tells us she just has to go to the bookstore, and we'll be done. Kurt and I are thinking we'll be home by 2:00.
"But when we get there, Jeannie, this look of…of…of unholy glee crosses her face, and she gets this terrifying grin! It was like Jubilee at a shoe sale! She was in there for hours!* Kurt and I nearly broke our backs lugging all her stuff to the car, and finally we gave up and had Kurt teleport back and forth! It was terrible, Jeannie!"
Jean smothered another laugh, though not quite as successfully as before, then thought of something. "Where's Kurt?"
"Probably still teleporting stuff to the girl's room! She's evil! Evil!"
"Poor baby," Jean said soothingly, telepathically reaching out and relaxing him. "Just rest, now. I'll tell the professor."
"Thanks Jeannie," Bobby mumbled before slumping over on the table.
Jean stood up, debating whether or not to go rescue Kurt, then decided against it. It would do Leslie good to have some company.
Plus, after hearing that story, she felt a bit evil herself…
*Yes, it is possible to spend hours in a bookstore. I know, I've done it. Several times.