RV: I want to thank some reviewers. Sorry again to those not mentioned
cause I'm still not getting all my reviews so I have contacted fanfiction
about it.
Osso: You gave me my 100th review. Thanks man! I'd like to live in Brazil but I hear you have big ass spiders and other creepy crawly things. He probably could but then that would ruin my screwy format.
hot-pepper96: Here's the chapter you've been waiting for.
SperryDee: I get a few here in NE but not so much this year. There was that cool lightning storm one night followed by a big rainstorm. I want another tornado producing storm before the summer's gone.
Blondeness: I take it as you're a blonde? Now about the arrangement to share Remy- we'll discuss that later because my evil voices have just informed me that if I don't start the story soon they're gonna take a chainsaw to my box filled with notebooks that contain lots of stories.
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"Destiny, stay with me okay?" Alexander says loud enough to penetrate the darkness threatening to converge on me. "I'm going to pull the pipe out slowly so your body can heal itself."
"Wait until my arm is healed," I caution.
"We need to get her back to the school as quickly as possible," Scott says as he, Bobby and Rogue walk over.
Kurt moves closer to me so he can teleport me to the Blackbird. I shake my head. "No." I wince in pain. I can hear my voice waver and it annoys me to sound weak. "I want to wait for my father and the others to come. They found Liam and are on their way back."
Doors on the far side of the room crash open as Liam runs through and skids to a stop. Logan comes through next but doesn't stop and is soon by my side holding my unbroken hand. He starts to reach for the pipe to pull it out but Scott grabs his arm. "Don't," is all he says. Liam lifts my head and places it in his lap as he brushes away a few loose strands.
"What happened?" my father asks kissing my unbroken hand. "I thought I told you to stay outside where it was safe."
"I'm fine. 'Tis but a flesh wound," I joke, trying to lighten the tension in the room.
"Like hell you're fine. You have a bloody pipe through you thigh," Liam admonishes. I wince at his scolding. "Sorry I yelled. But what happened?"
I yawn. "Can I tell you people later when I don't have the bloody pipe in my thigh?" I ask mimicking Liam. "Kurt, if you'd be so kind as to port me to the plane."
* * *
"Okay, I'm going to pull this out nice and slow. It'll be a hell of a lot more painful but more beneficial in the long run. Let me know when go," Alexander says barely glancing at me.
I heave an exasperated sigh. "Why won't you look at me? Am I that hideous?"
"Ah. I. uh. what I mean is. can we just heal you leg and talk about it later?" he asks.
"You won't be doing anything until you tell her what she wants to know," Logan replies crossing his arms over his chest.
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, he just stating a fact," Liam says walking into the medical lab. He sits next to me and takes my once broken hand into his large one. "She's stubborn. You should know that if what you told us an hour ago on the Blackbird it true. When are going to give her back her memories anyway?"
"As soon as her leg heals," the doctor answers perturbed. "Can I tell you once I return your memory? It's a little too embarrassing right now."
"I guess so," I utter with a shrug. "Now, let's start pulling."
Alexander grabs the pipe and pulls until I groan in pain. Logan immediately jumps up onto my bed and holds me to him as tears stream down my cheeks. My mutation heals that part of my leg and the process begins again. The procedure ends up taking a total of twelve hours with frequent breaks. By the end I gratefully slip into a dreamless sleep still in my father's arms.
* * *
A couple hours later, I awake to an empty room and shouting in the hall. I slip out of the bed and gasp in shock as my bare feet touch the cold floor. I slowly open the door and peak out. My father, Scott, and Liam are arguing with Jean, the professor, and Alexander. The only one not shouting and is aware of my sudden presences is Xavier who gives me a small smile before getting back to the dispute.
I stand there for a little longer trying to decipher why they're quarrelling. Annoyed beyond belief, I whistle as loud as I can which isn't very loud because I can't whistle. One by one they turn and face me. "What are you all fighting about? The dead could hear you."
"Let's get you back to bed and we'll explain there," Scott says as he, Logan and Liam move closer to me.
"No, Uncle Scott, I want you to ex-" I pause and look at the others confused. "Did I just call him 'Uncle Scott'?"
"Yes." Liam sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Dr. James returned your memory to you while he was pulling out the pipe. That's what we were discussing. Mr. Summers, your father and I are against him giving you your memory right away. We thought it best if he did it slowly to give you time to adjust."
"I knew something was different when I woke up."
"Wait a minute, I'm really confused here," Logan says leading me into the room. "How is old One-Eyed your uncle?"
I sat on the bed and close my eyes to dig up the memory. "My mother's name was Jacqueline D'Maress. She was put up for adoption because her parents had just gotten married and couldn't afford to take care of a child. When she was ten or so, she began searching for her real parents. The Summers were found and asked her to come live with them and their two boys. My mother said she had loved her adopted parents too much to leave them. So her biological parents sent her a picture of their family. I still have the picture up in my room," I say. "Can go get it?"
"Why don't you describe it?" Xavier responds patting my hand.
"The oldest boy had reddish brown hair and blue eyes. He had his arm around the shoulders of a blonde haired, brown eyed boy that was a few years young then him. The father had the same hair as the oldest boy with an arm around the mother. I'd still feel better showing it to you."
"Later, baby," my father replies. "Please continue."
"Well my mother and you got married shortly after her twenty-second birthday. Then a couple years later I was born," I finish. "Can I go get the picture now?"
"I'll come with you," Scott says slightly uncomfortable. We walk side by side as we leave the infirmary. The doors 'swoosh' close behind us.
* * *
"Are you okay, Logan?" Xavier asked. "I know how much Scott and you dislike each other."
Logan nodded his head. "Yeah, I'll get over this if it's true or be relieved if its not. I don't care as long as she's happy."
* * *
Liam stood in the middle of the room and watched the adults talk about the possibility of Scott being Destiny's uncle and Logan's brother-in-law and how their hating relationship would work. Finally he got annoyed enough to leave and walked outside.
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RV: Okay now review. *to self* I hope it rains tomorrow. Oh and I need to step up the VCR so I can tape tomorrows X-Men: Evolution.
Osso: You gave me my 100th review. Thanks man! I'd like to live in Brazil but I hear you have big ass spiders and other creepy crawly things. He probably could but then that would ruin my screwy format.
hot-pepper96: Here's the chapter you've been waiting for.
SperryDee: I get a few here in NE but not so much this year. There was that cool lightning storm one night followed by a big rainstorm. I want another tornado producing storm before the summer's gone.
Blondeness: I take it as you're a blonde? Now about the arrangement to share Remy- we'll discuss that later because my evil voices have just informed me that if I don't start the story soon they're gonna take a chainsaw to my box filled with notebooks that contain lots of stories.
`~!@#$%^(
"Destiny, stay with me okay?" Alexander says loud enough to penetrate the darkness threatening to converge on me. "I'm going to pull the pipe out slowly so your body can heal itself."
"Wait until my arm is healed," I caution.
"We need to get her back to the school as quickly as possible," Scott says as he, Bobby and Rogue walk over.
Kurt moves closer to me so he can teleport me to the Blackbird. I shake my head. "No." I wince in pain. I can hear my voice waver and it annoys me to sound weak. "I want to wait for my father and the others to come. They found Liam and are on their way back."
Doors on the far side of the room crash open as Liam runs through and skids to a stop. Logan comes through next but doesn't stop and is soon by my side holding my unbroken hand. He starts to reach for the pipe to pull it out but Scott grabs his arm. "Don't," is all he says. Liam lifts my head and places it in his lap as he brushes away a few loose strands.
"What happened?" my father asks kissing my unbroken hand. "I thought I told you to stay outside where it was safe."
"I'm fine. 'Tis but a flesh wound," I joke, trying to lighten the tension in the room.
"Like hell you're fine. You have a bloody pipe through you thigh," Liam admonishes. I wince at his scolding. "Sorry I yelled. But what happened?"
I yawn. "Can I tell you people later when I don't have the bloody pipe in my thigh?" I ask mimicking Liam. "Kurt, if you'd be so kind as to port me to the plane."
* * *
"Okay, I'm going to pull this out nice and slow. It'll be a hell of a lot more painful but more beneficial in the long run. Let me know when go," Alexander says barely glancing at me.
I heave an exasperated sigh. "Why won't you look at me? Am I that hideous?"
"Ah. I. uh. what I mean is. can we just heal you leg and talk about it later?" he asks.
"You won't be doing anything until you tell her what she wants to know," Logan replies crossing his arms over his chest.
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, he just stating a fact," Liam says walking into the medical lab. He sits next to me and takes my once broken hand into his large one. "She's stubborn. You should know that if what you told us an hour ago on the Blackbird it true. When are going to give her back her memories anyway?"
"As soon as her leg heals," the doctor answers perturbed. "Can I tell you once I return your memory? It's a little too embarrassing right now."
"I guess so," I utter with a shrug. "Now, let's start pulling."
Alexander grabs the pipe and pulls until I groan in pain. Logan immediately jumps up onto my bed and holds me to him as tears stream down my cheeks. My mutation heals that part of my leg and the process begins again. The procedure ends up taking a total of twelve hours with frequent breaks. By the end I gratefully slip into a dreamless sleep still in my father's arms.
* * *
A couple hours later, I awake to an empty room and shouting in the hall. I slip out of the bed and gasp in shock as my bare feet touch the cold floor. I slowly open the door and peak out. My father, Scott, and Liam are arguing with Jean, the professor, and Alexander. The only one not shouting and is aware of my sudden presences is Xavier who gives me a small smile before getting back to the dispute.
I stand there for a little longer trying to decipher why they're quarrelling. Annoyed beyond belief, I whistle as loud as I can which isn't very loud because I can't whistle. One by one they turn and face me. "What are you all fighting about? The dead could hear you."
"Let's get you back to bed and we'll explain there," Scott says as he, Logan and Liam move closer to me.
"No, Uncle Scott, I want you to ex-" I pause and look at the others confused. "Did I just call him 'Uncle Scott'?"
"Yes." Liam sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Dr. James returned your memory to you while he was pulling out the pipe. That's what we were discussing. Mr. Summers, your father and I are against him giving you your memory right away. We thought it best if he did it slowly to give you time to adjust."
"I knew something was different when I woke up."
"Wait a minute, I'm really confused here," Logan says leading me into the room. "How is old One-Eyed your uncle?"
I sat on the bed and close my eyes to dig up the memory. "My mother's name was Jacqueline D'Maress. She was put up for adoption because her parents had just gotten married and couldn't afford to take care of a child. When she was ten or so, she began searching for her real parents. The Summers were found and asked her to come live with them and their two boys. My mother said she had loved her adopted parents too much to leave them. So her biological parents sent her a picture of their family. I still have the picture up in my room," I say. "Can go get it?"
"Why don't you describe it?" Xavier responds patting my hand.
"The oldest boy had reddish brown hair and blue eyes. He had his arm around the shoulders of a blonde haired, brown eyed boy that was a few years young then him. The father had the same hair as the oldest boy with an arm around the mother. I'd still feel better showing it to you."
"Later, baby," my father replies. "Please continue."
"Well my mother and you got married shortly after her twenty-second birthday. Then a couple years later I was born," I finish. "Can I go get the picture now?"
"I'll come with you," Scott says slightly uncomfortable. We walk side by side as we leave the infirmary. The doors 'swoosh' close behind us.
* * *
"Are you okay, Logan?" Xavier asked. "I know how much Scott and you dislike each other."
Logan nodded his head. "Yeah, I'll get over this if it's true or be relieved if its not. I don't care as long as she's happy."
* * *
Liam stood in the middle of the room and watched the adults talk about the possibility of Scott being Destiny's uncle and Logan's brother-in-law and how their hating relationship would work. Finally he got annoyed enough to leave and walked outside.
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RV: Okay now review. *to self* I hope it rains tomorrow. Oh and I need to step up the VCR so I can tape tomorrows X-Men: Evolution.