Chapter 3: Scott Seeks Advice
('bout friggin' time if you ask me, but who am I to say something I'm JUST THE AUTHOR!)
(*achem* Where was I? Ah, yes-)
Back at the Institute around 2 in the afternoon Scott and Jean were sitting at the kitchen table with their planners in front of them.
Logan had taken the new recruits who had gone for a joyride in the helicopter (Hotel Management ref) down to the danger room for what he liked to call 'fun and games' (Who the hell are we kidding people? Call the mortician now!). Beast, Storm and the Prof. were with Forge going over schematics for the new vehicles they were in the process of designing. And Jamie who hadn't been in any kind of trouble, found himself with the afternoon off, needless to say he parked himself in the commons room in front of the tv, which meant Scott and Jean were alone-with their planners.
"What about Wednesday?" asked Scott.
"No," said Jean, "I have to meet with the prom committee. What about Friday after school?"
"I though we were doubling with Duncan and Tarren (Jean's so called 'friend' who's always stalking Scott, it was only a matter of time before she and Duncan would come together-admit it!)."
"Oh right," said Jean penciling it in," then what's left?"
"Well-there's tonight. Do you have that free?" asked Scott.
Jean checked, "Yes!" she said excitedly.
"Great," said Scott, "So I'll see you around 9ish?" ventured Scott.
"9 works for me," said Jean.
"So did you want to come to my room or should I come to yours?" asked Scott.
"Which ever's easier, I guess," said Jean, "I'll come to your room."
"Did you want me to bring anything specific? Champaign or strawberries?" inquired Scott.
"Whatever you want to bring will be fine-Did you want me to wear anything specific?" Jean asked.
"I don't know." said Scott fumbling as he put his pen back into its holder, "I don't really have a preference, whatever you're comfortable in."
"Ok," said Jean, "I'll see you at 9." She zipped her planer closed and then walked out of the room.
Once Jean was out of sight Scott made a mad dash to find any adult male-he didn't even care if it was Magneto. Luckily our boy ran into Logan and Hank first down in the lab.
Scott bolted into the lab nearly out of breath and slammed the door shut behind him-
BANG!
Hank was sitting at a microscope, while Logan flipped through a Harley Davidson magazine.
"Oh, thank God I've been looking for you guys everywhere," said a rather exasperated Cyke.
"Whatever it is it has to wait 10 more minutes," said Hank, "I finally figured out how to isolate this isotope."
"At 9 o'clock Jean and I are going to have sex!" Scott blurted out.
Both men froze.
Fwip!-Logan threw the magazine over his shoulder.
"Then again, the isotope isn't going anywhere," concluded Hank.
"Why don't you start from the beginning, Scooter?" asked Logan crossing his arms.
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Meanwhile Jean had gone in search of Storm. When Jean found her she was fighting Mystique-I know big shock, right? (Author rolls eyes)
KRACK-BOOM
"You've had this coming, shape shifter!" yelled Storm.
"I'd like to see you try it, Wind Rider!" shouted Mystique.
"Storm, can we talk?" asked Jean sheepishly hugging her planner to her chest.
"Jean, I'm afraid it will have to wait," said Storm as she took a swing a Smerfette (Mystique) and missed.
"Ya, Red, take a number." growled Mystique, "What's so damn important?"
Jean took a deep breath, "Scott and I agreed to have sex tonight."
"Then again I think we can take a five minute break," said Storm looking at Mystique.
"Or we could just call it a day," said Mystique.
"Agreed," said Ororo, "We'll pick this up another time."
Mystique turned toward Jean, "Care to elaborate?"
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"Back up, Scooter." Said Wolverine, "Let me get this straight-the two of you actually sat down at the kitchen table and went through your planners to find a time to do this?"
"Uh, ya why?" asked Cyke.
Logan looked at Hank who just covered his eyes with his paw and said, "Oy vay" (Yiddish term-used bad situations-such as this).
"What?!" asked a horrified Cyclops, "Did I do something wrong-I knew it!"
"Whoa, slow down." said Logan, "You can't do anything 'wrong'-technically."
"Technically?!" exclaimed Scott, "What does that mean?"
"It just means normally it's not planned," said Hank attempting to put it delicately, "but more importantly if you're doing this because of what we said about you and Jean compared to Gambit and Rogue, while we were looking for Apocalypse (Hotel Management ref) we were kidding!"
"Ya," insisted Logan, "don't rush into something yer not ready for!"
"Seriously," warned Hank, "sex adds a whole new level to a relationship that even some adults don't know how to handle-after having multiple partners."
"Haven't you ever watched Springer?!" asked Logan.
Both Hank and Scott gave Logan a strange look.
"What?" asked Logan, "It's on at 3 in the morning and I'm normally awake anyway!"
"And getting back to the point after that brief, yet bizarre interlude," said Hank, "This is something you need to give a lot of thought to and I don't mean just an afternoon!"
"But I thought you just said it's normally not planned!" said Scott who by this point was very confused.
"Not the physical part!" said Wolverine.
"I'm lost," said Scott.
"Yer a teenager we would be worried if ya weren't." said the Canadian gruffly.
"No!" said Scott, "I mean I'm lost in the conversation."
"Oh-" said Logan, "Why didn't you say that in the first place?"
"*Ugh*" Scott smacked his forehead.
"Bottom line," said Hank in an attempt to keep the conversation on topic, "we just don't want you to make a mistake-"
"Mistake?!" asked Scott, "I love Jean. How can I make a mistake?!"
Hank and Logan looked at each other.
Hank opened one of the drawers at the desk he was sitting at and pulled out a box of condoms (ribbed, lubricated Trojans-just in case any inquiring minds wanted to know) and threw it Scott, "Here."
"Uh-thanks," said Scott in a poor attempt not to blush as he then power walked out of the lab.
Hank looked over at Logan, "Ten says they go to a movie instead."
"Yer on." said Wolverine picking up the motorcycle magazine again.
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I think I'll cut it there for now-MWAHAHAHA! Damn there I go again I swear I don't know what comes over me.
Any who, next up well hear Storm and Mystique's advice to Jean, while they browse through the racks at Victoria Secret. Let's just enjoy it while it's still just that-a secret (Low blow I know, but by know you should know nothing is sacred)
Chapter 4 is just around the bend.
('bout friggin' time if you ask me, but who am I to say something I'm JUST THE AUTHOR!)
(*achem* Where was I? Ah, yes-)
Back at the Institute around 2 in the afternoon Scott and Jean were sitting at the kitchen table with their planners in front of them.
Logan had taken the new recruits who had gone for a joyride in the helicopter (Hotel Management ref) down to the danger room for what he liked to call 'fun and games' (Who the hell are we kidding people? Call the mortician now!). Beast, Storm and the Prof. were with Forge going over schematics for the new vehicles they were in the process of designing. And Jamie who hadn't been in any kind of trouble, found himself with the afternoon off, needless to say he parked himself in the commons room in front of the tv, which meant Scott and Jean were alone-with their planners.
"What about Wednesday?" asked Scott.
"No," said Jean, "I have to meet with the prom committee. What about Friday after school?"
"I though we were doubling with Duncan and Tarren (Jean's so called 'friend' who's always stalking Scott, it was only a matter of time before she and Duncan would come together-admit it!)."
"Oh right," said Jean penciling it in," then what's left?"
"Well-there's tonight. Do you have that free?" asked Scott.
Jean checked, "Yes!" she said excitedly.
"Great," said Scott, "So I'll see you around 9ish?" ventured Scott.
"9 works for me," said Jean.
"So did you want to come to my room or should I come to yours?" asked Scott.
"Which ever's easier, I guess," said Jean, "I'll come to your room."
"Did you want me to bring anything specific? Champaign or strawberries?" inquired Scott.
"Whatever you want to bring will be fine-Did you want me to wear anything specific?" Jean asked.
"I don't know." said Scott fumbling as he put his pen back into its holder, "I don't really have a preference, whatever you're comfortable in."
"Ok," said Jean, "I'll see you at 9." She zipped her planer closed and then walked out of the room.
Once Jean was out of sight Scott made a mad dash to find any adult male-he didn't even care if it was Magneto. Luckily our boy ran into Logan and Hank first down in the lab.
Scott bolted into the lab nearly out of breath and slammed the door shut behind him-
BANG!
Hank was sitting at a microscope, while Logan flipped through a Harley Davidson magazine.
"Oh, thank God I've been looking for you guys everywhere," said a rather exasperated Cyke.
"Whatever it is it has to wait 10 more minutes," said Hank, "I finally figured out how to isolate this isotope."
"At 9 o'clock Jean and I are going to have sex!" Scott blurted out.
Both men froze.
Fwip!-Logan threw the magazine over his shoulder.
"Then again, the isotope isn't going anywhere," concluded Hank.
"Why don't you start from the beginning, Scooter?" asked Logan crossing his arms.
-------------
Meanwhile Jean had gone in search of Storm. When Jean found her she was fighting Mystique-I know big shock, right? (Author rolls eyes)
KRACK-BOOM
"You've had this coming, shape shifter!" yelled Storm.
"I'd like to see you try it, Wind Rider!" shouted Mystique.
"Storm, can we talk?" asked Jean sheepishly hugging her planner to her chest.
"Jean, I'm afraid it will have to wait," said Storm as she took a swing a Smerfette (Mystique) and missed.
"Ya, Red, take a number." growled Mystique, "What's so damn important?"
Jean took a deep breath, "Scott and I agreed to have sex tonight."
"Then again I think we can take a five minute break," said Storm looking at Mystique.
"Or we could just call it a day," said Mystique.
"Agreed," said Ororo, "We'll pick this up another time."
Mystique turned toward Jean, "Care to elaborate?"
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"Back up, Scooter." Said Wolverine, "Let me get this straight-the two of you actually sat down at the kitchen table and went through your planners to find a time to do this?"
"Uh, ya why?" asked Cyke.
Logan looked at Hank who just covered his eyes with his paw and said, "Oy vay" (Yiddish term-used bad situations-such as this).
"What?!" asked a horrified Cyclops, "Did I do something wrong-I knew it!"
"Whoa, slow down." said Logan, "You can't do anything 'wrong'-technically."
"Technically?!" exclaimed Scott, "What does that mean?"
"It just means normally it's not planned," said Hank attempting to put it delicately, "but more importantly if you're doing this because of what we said about you and Jean compared to Gambit and Rogue, while we were looking for Apocalypse (Hotel Management ref) we were kidding!"
"Ya," insisted Logan, "don't rush into something yer not ready for!"
"Seriously," warned Hank, "sex adds a whole new level to a relationship that even some adults don't know how to handle-after having multiple partners."
"Haven't you ever watched Springer?!" asked Logan.
Both Hank and Scott gave Logan a strange look.
"What?" asked Logan, "It's on at 3 in the morning and I'm normally awake anyway!"
"And getting back to the point after that brief, yet bizarre interlude," said Hank, "This is something you need to give a lot of thought to and I don't mean just an afternoon!"
"But I thought you just said it's normally not planned!" said Scott who by this point was very confused.
"Not the physical part!" said Wolverine.
"I'm lost," said Scott.
"Yer a teenager we would be worried if ya weren't." said the Canadian gruffly.
"No!" said Scott, "I mean I'm lost in the conversation."
"Oh-" said Logan, "Why didn't you say that in the first place?"
"*Ugh*" Scott smacked his forehead.
"Bottom line," said Hank in an attempt to keep the conversation on topic, "we just don't want you to make a mistake-"
"Mistake?!" asked Scott, "I love Jean. How can I make a mistake?!"
Hank and Logan looked at each other.
Hank opened one of the drawers at the desk he was sitting at and pulled out a box of condoms (ribbed, lubricated Trojans-just in case any inquiring minds wanted to know) and threw it Scott, "Here."
"Uh-thanks," said Scott in a poor attempt not to blush as he then power walked out of the lab.
Hank looked over at Logan, "Ten says they go to a movie instead."
"Yer on." said Wolverine picking up the motorcycle magazine again.
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I think I'll cut it there for now-MWAHAHAHA! Damn there I go again I swear I don't know what comes over me.
Any who, next up well hear Storm and Mystique's advice to Jean, while they browse through the racks at Victoria Secret. Let's just enjoy it while it's still just that-a secret (Low blow I know, but by know you should know nothing is sacred)
Chapter 4 is just around the bend.