Teacher Training
By Todd Fan
Discliamer: "My roommate is depressive rock star. You are a candy-ass, show tune singing, high school cheerleader".
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Thanks to all my reviewers, i know all of you haven't read chapter 2, you should do that now..then FF.Net went down, stupid thing.
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Chapter 3 - Checking the teritory
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Sabertooth and Logan stared at the bed from either side.
"You are NOT havin' the bed", said Loagn , crossing his arms.
"I'm bigger", said Sabertooth.
"So?", said Logan, "you smell worse too!".
Sabertooth snarled, and Logan popped out his claws. Suddenly, Mystique stormed in.
"Okay, me and Storm are RIGHT NEXT DOOR!", she said, "if you don't shut up, we will be forced to kill you both in a very bloody, violent way".
As if to emphasise Mystique's point, a rumble of thunder could be heard from outside. Mystique sighed, crossing her arms.
"Why don't you just share the goddamn bed?!", she said.
Both men looked at her as if she had grown an extra head.
"Because guys don't do that!", snapped Logan.
"Yeah it's...weird!", said Sabertooth, "besides, him and his stinkin' metal bones will make the bed cold!".
"Better than leaving cat-hair all over it", countered Logan
"You're not going to get anywhere this way!", she said, "how about you split the bed?. Logan sleeps in it one night, Victor sleeps in it the other?".
Both men looked to their feet, muttering.
"Who gets it first?", asked Logan.
"I know a way of settlin' this", said Sabertooth, cracking his knuckles.
"So do i", said Logan with a feral grin, putting his hands into fists.
Mystique watched this quietly, if they killed each other, she wanted first dibs on this big room. The two rivals eyed each other for a second before shaking their fists at each other.
"Rock, paper, scissors", they said in unison, before Sabertooth held out two clawed fingers to Logan's flat palm.
"HAH!", said Sabertooth triumpantly, "scissors cuts paper, i'm first!".
"Fine", grumbled Logan, "i'll sleep on the..floor...stupid scissors".
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Jason was starting to regret his choice of roommate...maybe he could convince Forge to swap, get the geeks in one room. Hank was currently unpacking his books...he had alot of them...you could build a small fort out of the things...oh God, he really hoped he wouldn't.
"They have some really good physics seminars on while we're here", Hank carried on, as he unpacked, "i can't wait to go see them. Hear some of the great minds on the planet. You should come and see some, what do you think Jason?".
He turned around, Jason had vanished.
"Jason?".
Jason walked past him, and sat down.
"Yeah, THAT'S gonna happen", he said, his eyes glowing faintly as Hank tried to figure out where he had gone.
*****
"Thurday, Friday, Happy Days, Saturday, what a day, grooving all week with you".
Warren paused from putting some things in the bathroom upon hearing the TV turn on. He walked out and glared at the sitcom on TV as Forge smiled, humming along to the theme tune.
"I am NOT watching THAT", said Warren bluntly.
"Why not?", said Forge, "it's boss quality programing".
"Yeah", said Warren, "if you're from the seventies!".
Forge gave him a slow, dead-pan look. Warren, realising what he had said sighed.
"Sorry. Well, i still think we should watch something more interesting...like Jerry Springer!".
"Who?".
Warren paused on this, before grabbing the remote.
"Hey!", said Forge jumping after the remote, "give it here, it's MY TV too!".
The pair played tug-of-war with the remote, pressing all kinds of buttons when suddenly, the TV made a funny noise and the channel switched to a 24-7 porn channel. Both blinked.
"What did you press?", asked Warren.
"What did I press?", said Forge, "i didn't press anything! You were the one pressing!".
"Then how did we get this?", said Warren, waving his hand confusedly at the TV.
"I don't know".
"I thought YOU were a genius!", snapped Warren, "we probably have to pay for this, switch it over!".
Forge flicked the channel change button, bringing up the same channel again. He blinked and flicked through all the channels, getting the same channel each time.
"It's on all the channels", he said, stating the obvious.
Warren gave a frustrated sigh, picking up the room-service phone.
"Hi, yes it's Mr Worthington", he said, "i was just wondering, are there any recent orders on my bill? No? None for the TV? Nothing at all?...Ok...thank you".
He put the phone down and grinned.
"I got free porn!", he said happily, sitting down on the room's small couch and putting his feet on the coffee table, "man, it rocks being rich!".
"I wouldn't know", said Forge dryly, "inventing isn't exactly a good source of income".
"Stop complaining and watch the free porn!".
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"Okay Remy, yes, i do understand that Bobby makes alot of ice...yes..oh he did what?...oh...ok. Yes, well...i suppose that's fine, yes please remember to keep John away from naked flame of any kind....yes i AM aware that is not as easy as it sounds. Ok...Talk to you tomorrow".
Magneto sighed as he put the phone down.
"Well Charles, everything is going well at the intitute....well....except for Bobby freezing Jamie to a fence-post...".
"And?", prompted Xavier with a raised eyebrow.
"And John getting into your study...the one with the open fireplace...don't worry, very little has been burnt".
"Couldn't you have left THAT one behind?", asked Xavier with a sigh.
"No", said Magneto simply, "John needs to keep himself occupied, or he starts to burn things...if he was on his own, my base would be burnt to the ground by now. As long as those kids of yours keep him on his toes, there will be fewer fires".
"Oh...goodie".
"You weren't particually attached to that woven rug..were you?", asked Magneto.
"Considering it is one of my family's heirlooms, yes...why?", asked Xavier, getting slightly worried.
"Oh...never mind", said Magneto quickly, a little TOO quickly.
"Magnus?".
"Remy may have used it to...errr...smother the flames", siad Magneto, "it got a teensy weensy bit burnt in the process".
"How much is a teensy weensy bit?", asked Xavier.
"Well...let me put it this way", said Magneto, "it goes well with your toasted armchair".
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Storm glanced up from the hotel brouchure as Mystique walked back into the room.
"Are they dead?", she asked calmly.
"No", said Mystique, "i put on some wresting show on TV, they sat down quietly and are watching that".
"Damn", replied Storm, "so close to getting the good room".
"Anything remotely interesting in that guide that doesn't involve kids..or science?", asked Mystique.
"Well, there's a health spa, a swimming pool, oooohhh we can get free massages from these Swedish masseurs", said Storm, pointing at the buff men in the photograph.
"Helooooo", said Mystique, "well, we'll have to take advantage of that...or rather them".
The two giggled like schoolgirls and headed off. Even though mortal enemies, they were the only females in the group. If they didn't stick together, they would be alone with a bunch of boys for company, speaking of which....as they passed the entertainment lobby, they found Jason enertaining two children by making small circus animals walk around on a table, and Forge making a working miniature guilotine out of beer mats, ashtrays and elastic bands.
"What are you two doing down here?", asked Mystique as she walked up to them both, followed by Storm.
"Avoiding Hank before he makes me read any of his books..or attend a lecture", said Jason, disapating the anaimals and watching as the kids ran off, giggling.
"I need a porn-free zone", said Forge, not looking up from his work, "Warren won't even let me turn the TV off, he thinks we'll lose it".
"Who knew Warren was like that?", said Storm tilting her head to the side, "huh..oh, a gift shop!".
"What IS it with women and shopping?", asked Jason, Forge shrugged in reply, flicking the little guilotene so it set itself off, chopping through a small cocktail unbrella.
"Hey, we like shopping", said Mystique, "but we have a date with Hans and Jack".
"Who?", both men blinked.
Storm sighed, getting out the brouchure and pointing at the massuers.
"Oh", said Forge, "...ok...you do that".
"Wanna come with?", asked Mystique, "relive some tension?".
"No thank you", said Forge, "the idea of being pummeled by two brawny guys is not my idea of 'fun'".
"Your loss", said Mystique, nothing that Jason had made himself invisable again to avoid the question being asked to him, "a simple 'no' would do it Mastermind!".
She shook her head, muttering about men in general as she and Storm left to be pampered.
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Another chappie done! Oh in case you are enjoying hearing what happens in the Institute, you will be pleased to know that the sequel to this fic will show exactly what DID happen while the adults were away, yup. But you have to wait until this one is done, it'll be a while yet.. Do review. Until next time...
By Todd Fan
Discliamer: "My roommate is depressive rock star. You are a candy-ass, show tune singing, high school cheerleader".
****
Thanks to all my reviewers, i know all of you haven't read chapter 2, you should do that now..then FF.Net went down, stupid thing.
***
Chapter 3 - Checking the teritory
***
Sabertooth and Logan stared at the bed from either side.
"You are NOT havin' the bed", said Loagn , crossing his arms.
"I'm bigger", said Sabertooth.
"So?", said Logan, "you smell worse too!".
Sabertooth snarled, and Logan popped out his claws. Suddenly, Mystique stormed in.
"Okay, me and Storm are RIGHT NEXT DOOR!", she said, "if you don't shut up, we will be forced to kill you both in a very bloody, violent way".
As if to emphasise Mystique's point, a rumble of thunder could be heard from outside. Mystique sighed, crossing her arms.
"Why don't you just share the goddamn bed?!", she said.
Both men looked at her as if she had grown an extra head.
"Because guys don't do that!", snapped Logan.
"Yeah it's...weird!", said Sabertooth, "besides, him and his stinkin' metal bones will make the bed cold!".
"Better than leaving cat-hair all over it", countered Logan
"You're not going to get anywhere this way!", she said, "how about you split the bed?. Logan sleeps in it one night, Victor sleeps in it the other?".
Both men looked to their feet, muttering.
"Who gets it first?", asked Logan.
"I know a way of settlin' this", said Sabertooth, cracking his knuckles.
"So do i", said Logan with a feral grin, putting his hands into fists.
Mystique watched this quietly, if they killed each other, she wanted first dibs on this big room. The two rivals eyed each other for a second before shaking their fists at each other.
"Rock, paper, scissors", they said in unison, before Sabertooth held out two clawed fingers to Logan's flat palm.
"HAH!", said Sabertooth triumpantly, "scissors cuts paper, i'm first!".
"Fine", grumbled Logan, "i'll sleep on the..floor...stupid scissors".
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Jason was starting to regret his choice of roommate...maybe he could convince Forge to swap, get the geeks in one room. Hank was currently unpacking his books...he had alot of them...you could build a small fort out of the things...oh God, he really hoped he wouldn't.
"They have some really good physics seminars on while we're here", Hank carried on, as he unpacked, "i can't wait to go see them. Hear some of the great minds on the planet. You should come and see some, what do you think Jason?".
He turned around, Jason had vanished.
"Jason?".
Jason walked past him, and sat down.
"Yeah, THAT'S gonna happen", he said, his eyes glowing faintly as Hank tried to figure out where he had gone.
*****
"Thurday, Friday, Happy Days, Saturday, what a day, grooving all week with you".
Warren paused from putting some things in the bathroom upon hearing the TV turn on. He walked out and glared at the sitcom on TV as Forge smiled, humming along to the theme tune.
"I am NOT watching THAT", said Warren bluntly.
"Why not?", said Forge, "it's boss quality programing".
"Yeah", said Warren, "if you're from the seventies!".
Forge gave him a slow, dead-pan look. Warren, realising what he had said sighed.
"Sorry. Well, i still think we should watch something more interesting...like Jerry Springer!".
"Who?".
Warren paused on this, before grabbing the remote.
"Hey!", said Forge jumping after the remote, "give it here, it's MY TV too!".
The pair played tug-of-war with the remote, pressing all kinds of buttons when suddenly, the TV made a funny noise and the channel switched to a 24-7 porn channel. Both blinked.
"What did you press?", asked Warren.
"What did I press?", said Forge, "i didn't press anything! You were the one pressing!".
"Then how did we get this?", said Warren, waving his hand confusedly at the TV.
"I don't know".
"I thought YOU were a genius!", snapped Warren, "we probably have to pay for this, switch it over!".
Forge flicked the channel change button, bringing up the same channel again. He blinked and flicked through all the channels, getting the same channel each time.
"It's on all the channels", he said, stating the obvious.
Warren gave a frustrated sigh, picking up the room-service phone.
"Hi, yes it's Mr Worthington", he said, "i was just wondering, are there any recent orders on my bill? No? None for the TV? Nothing at all?...Ok...thank you".
He put the phone down and grinned.
"I got free porn!", he said happily, sitting down on the room's small couch and putting his feet on the coffee table, "man, it rocks being rich!".
"I wouldn't know", said Forge dryly, "inventing isn't exactly a good source of income".
"Stop complaining and watch the free porn!".
*****
"Okay Remy, yes, i do understand that Bobby makes alot of ice...yes..oh he did what?...oh...ok. Yes, well...i suppose that's fine, yes please remember to keep John away from naked flame of any kind....yes i AM aware that is not as easy as it sounds. Ok...Talk to you tomorrow".
Magneto sighed as he put the phone down.
"Well Charles, everything is going well at the intitute....well....except for Bobby freezing Jamie to a fence-post...".
"And?", prompted Xavier with a raised eyebrow.
"And John getting into your study...the one with the open fireplace...don't worry, very little has been burnt".
"Couldn't you have left THAT one behind?", asked Xavier with a sigh.
"No", said Magneto simply, "John needs to keep himself occupied, or he starts to burn things...if he was on his own, my base would be burnt to the ground by now. As long as those kids of yours keep him on his toes, there will be fewer fires".
"Oh...goodie".
"You weren't particually attached to that woven rug..were you?", asked Magneto.
"Considering it is one of my family's heirlooms, yes...why?", asked Xavier, getting slightly worried.
"Oh...never mind", said Magneto quickly, a little TOO quickly.
"Magnus?".
"Remy may have used it to...errr...smother the flames", siad Magneto, "it got a teensy weensy bit burnt in the process".
"How much is a teensy weensy bit?", asked Xavier.
"Well...let me put it this way", said Magneto, "it goes well with your toasted armchair".
******
Storm glanced up from the hotel brouchure as Mystique walked back into the room.
"Are they dead?", she asked calmly.
"No", said Mystique, "i put on some wresting show on TV, they sat down quietly and are watching that".
"Damn", replied Storm, "so close to getting the good room".
"Anything remotely interesting in that guide that doesn't involve kids..or science?", asked Mystique.
"Well, there's a health spa, a swimming pool, oooohhh we can get free massages from these Swedish masseurs", said Storm, pointing at the buff men in the photograph.
"Helooooo", said Mystique, "well, we'll have to take advantage of that...or rather them".
The two giggled like schoolgirls and headed off. Even though mortal enemies, they were the only females in the group. If they didn't stick together, they would be alone with a bunch of boys for company, speaking of which....as they passed the entertainment lobby, they found Jason enertaining two children by making small circus animals walk around on a table, and Forge making a working miniature guilotine out of beer mats, ashtrays and elastic bands.
"What are you two doing down here?", asked Mystique as she walked up to them both, followed by Storm.
"Avoiding Hank before he makes me read any of his books..or attend a lecture", said Jason, disapating the anaimals and watching as the kids ran off, giggling.
"I need a porn-free zone", said Forge, not looking up from his work, "Warren won't even let me turn the TV off, he thinks we'll lose it".
"Who knew Warren was like that?", said Storm tilting her head to the side, "huh..oh, a gift shop!".
"What IS it with women and shopping?", asked Jason, Forge shrugged in reply, flicking the little guilotene so it set itself off, chopping through a small cocktail unbrella.
"Hey, we like shopping", said Mystique, "but we have a date with Hans and Jack".
"Who?", both men blinked.
Storm sighed, getting out the brouchure and pointing at the massuers.
"Oh", said Forge, "...ok...you do that".
"Wanna come with?", asked Mystique, "relive some tension?".
"No thank you", said Forge, "the idea of being pummeled by two brawny guys is not my idea of 'fun'".
"Your loss", said Mystique, nothing that Jason had made himself invisable again to avoid the question being asked to him, "a simple 'no' would do it Mastermind!".
She shook her head, muttering about men in general as she and Storm left to be pampered.
******
Another chappie done! Oh in case you are enjoying hearing what happens in the Institute, you will be pleased to know that the sequel to this fic will show exactly what DID happen while the adults were away, yup. But you have to wait until this one is done, it'll be a while yet.. Do review. Until next time...