RV: Alright I had a can of orange Mt. Dew so I'm ready to type now.
Warning: if any craziness or randomness appears in this chapter, I
apologize and blame it on the caffeine.
N *holding a can of Red Bull*: CAFFEINE!!!! Yay! Next best thing to blood.
E *in Rogue's accent*: Ugg! Gag meh with a spoon!
K: Okay! *pulls out 56 spoons and chases E* MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
RV: Keres! No! No gagging Effie with ah. 56 spoons! Get back into my head this minute! *All jump back into head* Okay enjoy chapter.
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Cyclops looked from Destiny to Logan then at Jean. "We should get her back to the school. Rogue, will you drive Kitty, Logan, and my car back?"
"Yeah, no problem." Rogue put her arm around Kitty's shoulders and led the shaken girl to the car.
Logan refused to follow. He stayed next to his daughter with her hand in his. Jean's heart went out to the man. Gently she laid her hand on his shoulder. "She'll be fine, Logan. I promise," she whispered soothingly. "The professor and I will take care of her. Destiny will be waiting for you at the school, safe and sound." "Thanks Jean," he mumbled setting Destiny's hand down. With one last look at his daughter he followed the path Rogue and Kitty had taken minutes earlier.
Cyclops actually felt sorry for the guy. 'No guy no matter how much I dislike him should have to go through this,' he thought sadly as he lifted the small girl into his arms. "Get the door for me, Storm."
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"Do you think she'll be okay, Rogue?" Kitty asked from the backseat.
"Of course. Destiny's just like Logan, a fighter," Rogue answered with more confidence than she felt. She glanced in the rearview mirror at Kitty. The answer seemed to have satisfied the girl. Rogue glanced at Logan's still form in the passenger seat. He looked so lost and years older than he appeared. When he came to the car he had said nothing or even acknowledged the teens. He had just sat in the car. 'I hope the professor has some answers when we arrive.'
`~!@#$%^(
RV: I know a short chapter but if I want know what you guys think before I post a new chapter that, if I plan it right, will be really, really long. So review.
N *holding a can of Red Bull*: CAFFEINE!!!! Yay! Next best thing to blood.
E *in Rogue's accent*: Ugg! Gag meh with a spoon!
K: Okay! *pulls out 56 spoons and chases E* MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
RV: Keres! No! No gagging Effie with ah. 56 spoons! Get back into my head this minute! *All jump back into head* Okay enjoy chapter.
`~!@#$%^(
Cyclops looked from Destiny to Logan then at Jean. "We should get her back to the school. Rogue, will you drive Kitty, Logan, and my car back?"
"Yeah, no problem." Rogue put her arm around Kitty's shoulders and led the shaken girl to the car.
Logan refused to follow. He stayed next to his daughter with her hand in his. Jean's heart went out to the man. Gently she laid her hand on his shoulder. "She'll be fine, Logan. I promise," she whispered soothingly. "The professor and I will take care of her. Destiny will be waiting for you at the school, safe and sound." "Thanks Jean," he mumbled setting Destiny's hand down. With one last look at his daughter he followed the path Rogue and Kitty had taken minutes earlier.
Cyclops actually felt sorry for the guy. 'No guy no matter how much I dislike him should have to go through this,' he thought sadly as he lifted the small girl into his arms. "Get the door for me, Storm."
* * *
"Do you think she'll be okay, Rogue?" Kitty asked from the backseat.
"Of course. Destiny's just like Logan, a fighter," Rogue answered with more confidence than she felt. She glanced in the rearview mirror at Kitty. The answer seemed to have satisfied the girl. Rogue glanced at Logan's still form in the passenger seat. He looked so lost and years older than he appeared. When he came to the car he had said nothing or even acknowledged the teens. He had just sat in the car. 'I hope the professor has some answers when we arrive.'
`~!@#$%^(
RV: I know a short chapter but if I want know what you guys think before I post a new chapter that, if I plan it right, will be really, really long. So review.