Teacher Training
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "That's a lovely wrap you have there , perhaps i could get you some slippers made from the heads of innocent and defenseless baby seals?".
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Yey, you like this fic, you really like it!
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Chapter 4 - Nightime 'fun'
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Hank walked out of the lecture hall more than a little disapointed. He'd expected something a little more...challenging than that, oh well, there were many more he could go to. He glanced up as Mystique walked past, she sighed happily and waved at him.
"Hiiiiiii"
"Yes...you DO seem high", said Hank, raising an eyebrow, "i'd say you were setting a bad example..but compared to the others...that is probably tame".
"I'm not THAT kind of high", said Mystique, still grinning, "but that masseur can work wonders. I'm going to go...lie down".
"Yes..you do that", said Hank, watching her walks off, more than slightly disturbed by the womans overall calmness, "wait..where's Ororo?".
"She said she was going for a swim", said Mystique in a care-free way before humming and walking happily back to her room.
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Well...technically, that wasn't all-together true. Yes, Storm was at the swimming pool, but she wasn't swiming. She was currently vegged out on a pool chair watching a guy as he did lengths in the pool. He paused in mid stroke, seeing her and smiling, swimming over to the poolside to lean on it and grin at her.
"Hi there, little lady", he said, giving her a winning smile, "i haven't seen you around here before, and i'm sure i would recognise a beautifull woman like you around".
Storm cleared her throat and blushed.
"I arrived today", she said, then sighed, "i'm with the Xavier group for the Teacher Training programe".
The man smiled.
"Ahhh Xavier, so you work at the Mutant school?. Must be interesting".
Storm blinked, no mutie coments, no profanities...that was a nice change.
"Yes..it is indeed", she said, "though it helps to be one myself".
The man pulled himself out of the pool and walked over to her, offering a hand.
"Clint Gilman".
Storm smiled taking his hand and shaking it.
"Ororo Munroe".
"Ahhh Ororo", said Clint, "African for 'Beautifull', i see they got your name spot on".
"Oh......thank you", said Ororo, taken off guard.
"If you're new here, i would be glad to show you around", said Clint, "I have been here a few days myself, i instruct a swiming course for disabled children".
"Awwwwwwwwww", said Ororo.
"Yeah...i get that alot", said Clint, "let me get changed, and i'll show you the many things this hotel has to offer, if you'd like that is".
"Sure", said Storm, "that..would be nice".
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"Warren....you should get some sleep".
Xavier and Jason stared as Warren turned his head very slowly to look at them, his eyes wide and unblinking, he looked like an extra for Children of the Corn...with wings.
"Yeah, but what if Forge comes in and turns off the TV?", said Warren, "i'll lose the free porn! I can't DO that! Think of my reputation as a GUY!".
"You can't keep the TV on for three weeks", said Jason, "and you CAN'T stay awake for three weeks".
"Watch me".
Jason and Xavier exchnaged a glance, then shrugged.
"Okay, your deluded mind", said Jason, "don't come crying to me once you've messed your brain up".
"I regretably have to agree with Jason on this one", said Xavier, "you will exhaust yourself, besides, you DO have to attend the classes".
"Yeah!", said Jason, then blinked, "wait.....what do you mean regretably'?".
"I'll attend the classes", said Warren, waving them off, "now leave me and the free porn be!".
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Mystique gave a contented sigh from where she was slumped on the bed, watching 'Wheel Of Fortune' on the TV.
"The answer is 'House on Haunted Hill'!", she said to the TV, and it's rather dim contestant, "oh look, the words are RIGHT THERE!".
She glanced up as Storm happily walked in, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, the room getting slightly warmer.
"Hello Raven", said Storm, happily sitting down on her bed.
"You seem...happy", said Mystique, switching off the TV, "okay girl, i want details, and i want them now".
"Details?", said Storm, inocently, "details on what?".
"Oh, don't you play that game with me!", said Mystique, "i KNOW you're hiding something, come on, spill it!".
Storm smiled.
"I just met a wonderfull man", she said, "his name's Clint and he's a swimming instructor here, for diabled children".
"Awwwww", said Mystique, "so...is he hot?".
"Mmmmmm", said Storm, "and sweet and romantic, and inteligent....did we already cover hot?".
"Look at you, getting a date", said Mystique, "so..you gonna see him again?".
"Maybe", said Storm with a knowing smile.
"Man, this is like Dirty Dancing, where you're the sweet girl being seduced by the hot instuctor", said Mystique, "and you have to sneak around so he doesn't lose his job...man, i would have killed for excitement like that!".
"Yes", said Storm, then chuckled, "i think i will take him up on his dinner offer tomorrow night".
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Quite a few hours later, Magneto groaned and pulled the pillow over his head, trying to stuffle out the noise. He had forgotten that Charles was a notorious snorer.
"Shut up shut up", he muttered to himself, but Xavier ignored him, carying on with that terrible noise.
Magneto muttered profanties under his breath and got up, sleepily getting dressed and trudging out of the room. He walked past Warren and Forge's room to still hear the sound of the porn...dear God, that Angel boy would make himself ill. He could hear the ladies giggling, and utter silence from the other rooms, maybe someone had killed the other, then he could swap rooms. He plodded downstairs giving the desk clerk a sleepy glare before he trodded into the all-hour cafeteria, maybe he could pick himself something nice to eat to help him sleep. He paused, noticing Forge sitting at one of the tables, constructing.....something out of cocktail uberellas, pickles and little continental rolls. By the small light of his table, he looked the very personification of a demented scientist, totally focused on his work. Magneto gave a slightly worried gulp before walking sleepily over.
"Do you EVER sleep?", he asked the working Cheyenne
"Sometimes", said Forge, skewering a few pickles into the cocktail umbrellas, "my mutation means my subconcious is always trying to work out how to make stuff. Heck, even if i do get to sleep, i'll dream about making something and then make it in my sleep".
"You sleep....invent?".
"Yep", replied Forge, not taking his eyes from the..errr..thing on the table in front of him, "i have a closet-full of stuff that i daren't touch 'cause i don't know what they do after making them in my sleep".
"......You scare me".
"I scare alot of people, i scare me", said Forge, "besides, it's hard to sleep with a 'bowchickawowow' sound in the background".
"Warren still won't turn off the porn?".
"No, he has created a 'protective shield of porn' around the TV", said Forge, "he won't even let me mute it".
"I can hear it through the Godamned WALL!", said Hank as he plodded up with a yawn, "Jason's gone into some freaky mode where he can't hear anything, but i sure as hell can!".
He sat down and banged his head on the table, causing Forge's...thing to collapse.
"Awww", said Forge, "i've been working on that all night".
"I don't think i can cope with the first task tomorrow", said Magneto with a sad sigh, "i'd pull a sickie, but Charles has hidden my helmet".
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Tee hee, lotsa fun. In case you are wondering, Clint is a cross between The Fonz and Rocky from Chicken Run...get used to him, he'll be around for a bit. Do review, until next time....
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "That's a lovely wrap you have there , perhaps i could get you some slippers made from the heads of innocent and defenseless baby seals?".
***
Yey, you like this fic, you really like it!
***
Chapter 4 - Nightime 'fun'
***
Hank walked out of the lecture hall more than a little disapointed. He'd expected something a little more...challenging than that, oh well, there were many more he could go to. He glanced up as Mystique walked past, she sighed happily and waved at him.
"Hiiiiiii"
"Yes...you DO seem high", said Hank, raising an eyebrow, "i'd say you were setting a bad example..but compared to the others...that is probably tame".
"I'm not THAT kind of high", said Mystique, still grinning, "but that masseur can work wonders. I'm going to go...lie down".
"Yes..you do that", said Hank, watching her walks off, more than slightly disturbed by the womans overall calmness, "wait..where's Ororo?".
"She said she was going for a swim", said Mystique in a care-free way before humming and walking happily back to her room.
***
Well...technically, that wasn't all-together true. Yes, Storm was at the swimming pool, but she wasn't swiming. She was currently vegged out on a pool chair watching a guy as he did lengths in the pool. He paused in mid stroke, seeing her and smiling, swimming over to the poolside to lean on it and grin at her.
"Hi there, little lady", he said, giving her a winning smile, "i haven't seen you around here before, and i'm sure i would recognise a beautifull woman like you around".
Storm cleared her throat and blushed.
"I arrived today", she said, then sighed, "i'm with the Xavier group for the Teacher Training programe".
The man smiled.
"Ahhh Xavier, so you work at the Mutant school?. Must be interesting".
Storm blinked, no mutie coments, no profanities...that was a nice change.
"Yes..it is indeed", she said, "though it helps to be one myself".
The man pulled himself out of the pool and walked over to her, offering a hand.
"Clint Gilman".
Storm smiled taking his hand and shaking it.
"Ororo Munroe".
"Ahhh Ororo", said Clint, "African for 'Beautifull', i see they got your name spot on".
"Oh......thank you", said Ororo, taken off guard.
"If you're new here, i would be glad to show you around", said Clint, "I have been here a few days myself, i instruct a swiming course for disabled children".
"Awwwwwwwwww", said Ororo.
"Yeah...i get that alot", said Clint, "let me get changed, and i'll show you the many things this hotel has to offer, if you'd like that is".
"Sure", said Storm, "that..would be nice".
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"Warren....you should get some sleep".
Xavier and Jason stared as Warren turned his head very slowly to look at them, his eyes wide and unblinking, he looked like an extra for Children of the Corn...with wings.
"Yeah, but what if Forge comes in and turns off the TV?", said Warren, "i'll lose the free porn! I can't DO that! Think of my reputation as a GUY!".
"You can't keep the TV on for three weeks", said Jason, "and you CAN'T stay awake for three weeks".
"Watch me".
Jason and Xavier exchnaged a glance, then shrugged.
"Okay, your deluded mind", said Jason, "don't come crying to me once you've messed your brain up".
"I regretably have to agree with Jason on this one", said Xavier, "you will exhaust yourself, besides, you DO have to attend the classes".
"Yeah!", said Jason, then blinked, "wait.....what do you mean regretably'?".
"I'll attend the classes", said Warren, waving them off, "now leave me and the free porn be!".
****
Mystique gave a contented sigh from where she was slumped on the bed, watching 'Wheel Of Fortune' on the TV.
"The answer is 'House on Haunted Hill'!", she said to the TV, and it's rather dim contestant, "oh look, the words are RIGHT THERE!".
She glanced up as Storm happily walked in, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, the room getting slightly warmer.
"Hello Raven", said Storm, happily sitting down on her bed.
"You seem...happy", said Mystique, switching off the TV, "okay girl, i want details, and i want them now".
"Details?", said Storm, inocently, "details on what?".
"Oh, don't you play that game with me!", said Mystique, "i KNOW you're hiding something, come on, spill it!".
Storm smiled.
"I just met a wonderfull man", she said, "his name's Clint and he's a swimming instructor here, for diabled children".
"Awwwww", said Mystique, "so...is he hot?".
"Mmmmmm", said Storm, "and sweet and romantic, and inteligent....did we already cover hot?".
"Look at you, getting a date", said Mystique, "so..you gonna see him again?".
"Maybe", said Storm with a knowing smile.
"Man, this is like Dirty Dancing, where you're the sweet girl being seduced by the hot instuctor", said Mystique, "and you have to sneak around so he doesn't lose his job...man, i would have killed for excitement like that!".
"Yes", said Storm, then chuckled, "i think i will take him up on his dinner offer tomorrow night".
*********
Quite a few hours later, Magneto groaned and pulled the pillow over his head, trying to stuffle out the noise. He had forgotten that Charles was a notorious snorer.
"Shut up shut up", he muttered to himself, but Xavier ignored him, carying on with that terrible noise.
Magneto muttered profanties under his breath and got up, sleepily getting dressed and trudging out of the room. He walked past Warren and Forge's room to still hear the sound of the porn...dear God, that Angel boy would make himself ill. He could hear the ladies giggling, and utter silence from the other rooms, maybe someone had killed the other, then he could swap rooms. He plodded downstairs giving the desk clerk a sleepy glare before he trodded into the all-hour cafeteria, maybe he could pick himself something nice to eat to help him sleep. He paused, noticing Forge sitting at one of the tables, constructing.....something out of cocktail uberellas, pickles and little continental rolls. By the small light of his table, he looked the very personification of a demented scientist, totally focused on his work. Magneto gave a slightly worried gulp before walking sleepily over.
"Do you EVER sleep?", he asked the working Cheyenne
"Sometimes", said Forge, skewering a few pickles into the cocktail umbrellas, "my mutation means my subconcious is always trying to work out how to make stuff. Heck, even if i do get to sleep, i'll dream about making something and then make it in my sleep".
"You sleep....invent?".
"Yep", replied Forge, not taking his eyes from the..errr..thing on the table in front of him, "i have a closet-full of stuff that i daren't touch 'cause i don't know what they do after making them in my sleep".
"......You scare me".
"I scare alot of people, i scare me", said Forge, "besides, it's hard to sleep with a 'bowchickawowow' sound in the background".
"Warren still won't turn off the porn?".
"No, he has created a 'protective shield of porn' around the TV", said Forge, "he won't even let me mute it".
"I can hear it through the Godamned WALL!", said Hank as he plodded up with a yawn, "Jason's gone into some freaky mode where he can't hear anything, but i sure as hell can!".
He sat down and banged his head on the table, causing Forge's...thing to collapse.
"Awww", said Forge, "i've been working on that all night".
"I don't think i can cope with the first task tomorrow", said Magneto with a sad sigh, "i'd pull a sickie, but Charles has hidden my helmet".
****
Tee hee, lotsa fun. In case you are wondering, Clint is a cross between The Fonz and Rocky from Chicken Run...get used to him, he'll be around for a bit. Do review, until next time....