Teacher Training
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "It's my party and I'll die if I want to, die if I want to".
*** Sashi - Yes, i was wondering when someone could pick up on that. You win a Todd Fan prize of..err..thin air. But it's really GOOD thin air.
Man, i have had TONS of requests for people wanting to see Forge sleep- invent, well you shall get your wishes, not in this chapter, but soon, i promise.
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Chapter 6 - A heavenly hell
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Everyone looked around the nightclub that Clint had taken them to...or rather stood at the door and gawped. A disco ball hung from the ceiling over a light-up squared dance floor. 'Tiger Feet' was happily playing over the speakers. The place was appropriately named '70's world'. Hank was the first to speak.
"Woah", he said, before looking at Forge, "it's like the Mothership is calling you home".
"So, the guy found my ideal pad", said Forge, crossing his arms, "i still don't like him".
"Look at you, all jealous", said Mystique, punching Forge in the arm.
"Ok, oww", said Forge, giving her a glare, "besides..i'm not jealous".
Mystique rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, right, he's jealous, isn't he Warren?".
Warren hadn't heard her, he was muttering quietly to himself.
"Oh i hope the sitter remembered to give Cookie a bed-time story", he said, "she won't sleep without one".
"You are developing a rather...unhealthy relationship with that egg, Warren", said Hank, "we handed our eggs in this evening, you don't have to take care of it anymore".
"SHE not IT", corrected Warren, "and i can't just abandon her..what if they make her into an egg salad?....oh no, i hope the sitter doesn't turn off the porn, i know Cookie's young, but still..i need that porn".
"What scares me is that he found a sitter who babysit an egg", said Logan, blinking.
"People will do anything if you pay them enough", said Warren with a shrug, "oh i hope she gets put in a soft place, so she doesn't break".
"Will you shut up you...porn-watching egg-loving freak", said Jason, shaking his head.
"Oh let him keep the damn egg", snapped Xavier, he was wishing he'd never decided to come here now, what was he thinking?, "lets just find a table".
Nodding in agreement, everyone started forward..that is until a large burly bouncer in his late twenties appeared from where he had been watching the group.
"No minors", he said, pointing a finger at Forge, "we only allow people over 21 here".
"But i AM over 21!", said Forge indignantly, "i'm older than YOU. Look at my drivers lisence!"
The bouncer looked at the card in front of him, yeah the faces matched, but the date was...he blinked.
"Err.....ok", he said, waving them in, unsure of any other way to handle the situtation.
"Man, i'm NEVER gonna get tired of seein' that", said Logan.
*****
After an hour, everyone had settled into the nostalgic atmosphere, even Warren, who hadn't even existed in the 70's found this place entertaining....though he occasionally worried about Cookie. Sabertooth had taken off to the dance floor, and was quite happily dancing the funky chicken with girl in a jumpsuit.
"Remind me again what i ever saw in him...i forget", said Mystique, shaking her head, before glancing over at Forge, who was staring into his drink sadly, "what's wrong with YOU? This place is Forge-heaven, and you're the only one not having fun".
"I'm having lots of fun", said Forge, dryly, "whoop de do".
"Will you stop that?", snapped Magneto, "you're making ME depressed. And i have no need to depressed, i'm not suffering for the green ey.."
"I'm NOT jealous", cut in Forge, "i just don't like Cliff, okay?".
"His name's Clint", put in Logan.
"Whatever", said Forge with a wave of his hand, "let's face it, my day couldn't possibly get any worse...".
"Helllllo everybody, Amber is here!", said a woman in a VERY nasal voice as she entered the club.
Forge suddenly paled considerably and his eyes widened.
"Oh dear lord, NO!".
He glanced over his shoulder to confirm his fear before squeaking in sheer terror and diving under the table. The occupants around the table blinked, before looking at the newcommer. A larger-than-life woman wearing a shellsuit and platform shoes, and a pukka shell necklace strolled into the main area, the crowds cheering, she was obviously a regular. Hank blinked, looking under the table at Forge, who was curled up into a ball with his eyes screwed shut, attempting to be invisible.
"...Forge?", he said, "who is she to strike fear into your heart like that?"
"Somone i knew i high school", said Forge, "oh God, the nightmares!".
Jason blinked, looking at the woman, then back at Forge.
"She dated you, didn't she?".
"I wouldn't say dating as much as i'd say...stalking", said Forge, "she used to hang around my lab all the time..don't let her see me, she doesn't know i'm back!".
Amber meanwhile had walked over to where Warren was sitting, giving him a grin.
"Well helllooo there Babe!", she said, giving him a flirtatious wink, "save a dance for me, bet those wings make you gracefull".
"Errr....ok", said Angel, blinking.
"Thanks, you're a doll!", said Amber, blowing him a kiss before walking off.
"She's gone", said Mystique, "you can come out now".
Forge poked his head out from under the table shaking his head.
"I can't let her see me", he said, "and i can't keep diving under the table all night".
He blinked, as an idea formed into his mind, before grabbing the front of Jasons shirt.
"Please please please please PLEASE make me invisble!", he said, "please, i'm BEGGING you here, man!".
Jason blinked, before shrugging.
"Nah".
Forge gave a small whimper, shaking his head.
"Oh come on, PLEASE!", he said, "i'll build you anything..i'll..i'll i'll fix your car for free!!! Give it a full tune up and everything!".
"I don't have a car", said Jason flatly.
"Then i'll build you one", said Forge, "oh have a heart!!".
"Fine", said Jason with a frustrated sigh, "but it better be a good car".
His eyes glowed dimly, becoming ever so much more obvious in the darker nightclub.
"Oh great, it's like sitting next to a giant glow-in-the-dark toy", muttered Hank, "wait....i can still see him".
"You think i'm going to all the trouble to make him inivisible to EVERYONE?", said Jason, "i don't want a headache, thank you. Only that creepy Amber girl won't be able to see him".
"Thank you man", said Forge, "you are one groovy dude".
"Yeah, whatever", said Jason, "just don't walk any further than outside and you'll stay in my illusion".
Forge grinned, sitting down, deciding to enjoy the night.
*****
"There must be an Angeeeellll playing with my heart!".
Warren winced as Amber hit a new decibelle on the Kareoke, NOW he knew why Forge had wanted to hide from this woman. But HE wouldn't go as low as to beg Mastermind for inivisiblity...bribeing on the other hand....
"Eight thousand, and that's my final offer!", said Warren, "oh come on, you've helped Forge for less!".
"No"
"Why not?!!!".
"If i were to make you invisible", said Jason calmly, "then she would still know of your existance and would look for you. I'd have to alter her memories, which i don't like doing, it's messy and it gives me a headache...plus i'd have to let Forge come back into vis...".
"It's not happening!", said Forge quickly, "you'll just have to suffer her like i did in the 70's".
"Lucky me", muttered Warren, shuddering as Amber trotted over.
"Well there you are!", she said, "i was lookng alllllll over for you Warren".
"You were?", said Warren, "well...you found me...whoopie".
Amber grinned over at the others.
"Hi", she said, grinning at Jason, "glow-in-the-dark contacts, so cool!".
She grinned again, before flinging an arm around Warren's shoulders.
"So, you still owe me a dance, babe", she said, trailing a finger under his chin.
Warren. Hit. Rock. Bottom.
"Forge is here!!!", he shouted, "you remember Forge, right? Well he's been hiding here, SUPRISE!!!".
Warren gave Jason a huge thwak upside the head, knocking him off his chair and breaking his concentration.
"Nark", said Forge as he came into Amber's view.
Amber squealed happily, jumping from foot to foot.
"Forge?!!!!. Mah gawwwwd where have you beeen?", she asked.
"My first guess would have been hell.....but this is much worse", replied Forge with a nervous chuckle.
"Hhehhehehehehhehehhehe", laughed Amber, smacking his shoulder, "you always were a kidder!. You don't look a DAY older than i first met you. What IS your secret?".
"Being locked in a pocket dimension?".
"Awww that Far Out gadget you made?", she said, "wow...didn't think it would work".
"Yeah, well it did", said Forge, "....And now i wish i was dead".
"Heh heh", said Warren, "and now she's not interested in me anymore".
He turned around to see a very very not too happy Jason getting up.
"And now i run", said Warren, getting up and heading to run, only to find himself in a bird cage, surrounded by blackness, "awww....damn!".
*****
A little while later, time had gone on, Amber, after grabbing Forge's phone number AND hotel room number had gone off home.
"This has not been a good day for you..has it?", asked Xavier as Forge sat by the table with a sigh.
"No, no it hasn't. I'm going to...", Forge trailed off, watching Clint snuggle up to Ororo, "...go get drunk".
With that, he got back up and slumped over to the bar. Warren meanwhile, had started to spin around in circles, whimpering from time to time.
"Are you STILL mad at him?", asked Logan pointing at Angel.
"I don't appricate people knocking me to the ground", said Jason, "besides, it's better than what you'd have done to him".
"That's...that's true", said Logan, "he would have been missin' a few flight feathers".
"Shame on you all", said Hank, "Forge is depressed, and we're letting him down his sorrows. We should be good friends and go talk to him....what's that Raven?, you volunteer? How kind".
"I didn't say a thing!", said Mystique, slamming her beer bottle down, "fine, but i'm not going alone".
Everyone looked at Xavier.
"No way!", said Xavier, "i'm sick to death of being an agony uncle! I have to deal with this from teenagers twenty-four-seven. I'm having a break".
"Oh for the love of pete, i'll go", said Hank walking over with Mystique to where Forge was sat on a bar stool, gazing sadly into a shot glass.
"Cheer up", said Beast, "no need to be blue".
Mystique gave him a flat look.
"Har de har har", she said, then paused, "wow...there are a whole lot of blue mutants around...i never stopped to hink about it and...i'm straying off the topic. It's a fad, a phase, he's just a...hot..very hot holiday guy"
"I'm not jealous".
"Oh cut the crap", said Hank, "you hate his guts, admit it!".
"Ok, i hate his guts", said Forge before sighing, "Clint!. How am i supposed to compete with a Clint!".
Mystique and Hank exchanged a look, both shrugging.
"Maybe we should just wait until we all get home, then try this again", said Mystique, groaning as Sabertooth danced past them, "can i make it so i was never involved with him in any way?"
*****
Later on at night, everyone had retired to the hotel rooms. Forge sighed, he was tired. He'd had a long, long day and all he wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a few precious hours before they were all dragged out to thier classes...no such luck. He glanced down at an object that was nestled happily in HIS bed.
"Warren, get the egg out of my bed, now", he said, with a level, calm voice with was almost frightening.
"Cookie is taking HER nap", said Warren.
"Cookie better get out of my bed before i throw IT out of the window", said Forge, "or maybe i should just drill it open".
As if to prove a point, he truned his binoic arm into the drill and whirred it meanacingly. Warren gave a squeak of terror, grabbing the egg and cradling it in his arms. He gave Forge a look which shot daggers before placing the egg in the tissue box on his bedside cabinet. Forge sighed, flopping down on his bed, putting the pillows over his head in a vain attempt to drown out the porn...he really needed a saner roomate
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There we go, that chpater was longer than usual, wasn't it? Ahh well, do review. Extra juicy Todd Fan thin air for those who guess who was my inspiration for Amber. C'mon, it's easy! Until next time....
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "It's my party and I'll die if I want to, die if I want to".
*** Sashi - Yes, i was wondering when someone could pick up on that. You win a Todd Fan prize of..err..thin air. But it's really GOOD thin air.
Man, i have had TONS of requests for people wanting to see Forge sleep- invent, well you shall get your wishes, not in this chapter, but soon, i promise.
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Chapter 6 - A heavenly hell
****
Everyone looked around the nightclub that Clint had taken them to...or rather stood at the door and gawped. A disco ball hung from the ceiling over a light-up squared dance floor. 'Tiger Feet' was happily playing over the speakers. The place was appropriately named '70's world'. Hank was the first to speak.
"Woah", he said, before looking at Forge, "it's like the Mothership is calling you home".
"So, the guy found my ideal pad", said Forge, crossing his arms, "i still don't like him".
"Look at you, all jealous", said Mystique, punching Forge in the arm.
"Ok, oww", said Forge, giving her a glare, "besides..i'm not jealous".
Mystique rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, right, he's jealous, isn't he Warren?".
Warren hadn't heard her, he was muttering quietly to himself.
"Oh i hope the sitter remembered to give Cookie a bed-time story", he said, "she won't sleep without one".
"You are developing a rather...unhealthy relationship with that egg, Warren", said Hank, "we handed our eggs in this evening, you don't have to take care of it anymore".
"SHE not IT", corrected Warren, "and i can't just abandon her..what if they make her into an egg salad?....oh no, i hope the sitter doesn't turn off the porn, i know Cookie's young, but still..i need that porn".
"What scares me is that he found a sitter who babysit an egg", said Logan, blinking.
"People will do anything if you pay them enough", said Warren with a shrug, "oh i hope she gets put in a soft place, so she doesn't break".
"Will you shut up you...porn-watching egg-loving freak", said Jason, shaking his head.
"Oh let him keep the damn egg", snapped Xavier, he was wishing he'd never decided to come here now, what was he thinking?, "lets just find a table".
Nodding in agreement, everyone started forward..that is until a large burly bouncer in his late twenties appeared from where he had been watching the group.
"No minors", he said, pointing a finger at Forge, "we only allow people over 21 here".
"But i AM over 21!", said Forge indignantly, "i'm older than YOU. Look at my drivers lisence!"
The bouncer looked at the card in front of him, yeah the faces matched, but the date was...he blinked.
"Err.....ok", he said, waving them in, unsure of any other way to handle the situtation.
"Man, i'm NEVER gonna get tired of seein' that", said Logan.
*****
After an hour, everyone had settled into the nostalgic atmosphere, even Warren, who hadn't even existed in the 70's found this place entertaining....though he occasionally worried about Cookie. Sabertooth had taken off to the dance floor, and was quite happily dancing the funky chicken with girl in a jumpsuit.
"Remind me again what i ever saw in him...i forget", said Mystique, shaking her head, before glancing over at Forge, who was staring into his drink sadly, "what's wrong with YOU? This place is Forge-heaven, and you're the only one not having fun".
"I'm having lots of fun", said Forge, dryly, "whoop de do".
"Will you stop that?", snapped Magneto, "you're making ME depressed. And i have no need to depressed, i'm not suffering for the green ey.."
"I'm NOT jealous", cut in Forge, "i just don't like Cliff, okay?".
"His name's Clint", put in Logan.
"Whatever", said Forge with a wave of his hand, "let's face it, my day couldn't possibly get any worse...".
"Helllllo everybody, Amber is here!", said a woman in a VERY nasal voice as she entered the club.
Forge suddenly paled considerably and his eyes widened.
"Oh dear lord, NO!".
He glanced over his shoulder to confirm his fear before squeaking in sheer terror and diving under the table. The occupants around the table blinked, before looking at the newcommer. A larger-than-life woman wearing a shellsuit and platform shoes, and a pukka shell necklace strolled into the main area, the crowds cheering, she was obviously a regular. Hank blinked, looking under the table at Forge, who was curled up into a ball with his eyes screwed shut, attempting to be invisible.
"...Forge?", he said, "who is she to strike fear into your heart like that?"
"Somone i knew i high school", said Forge, "oh God, the nightmares!".
Jason blinked, looking at the woman, then back at Forge.
"She dated you, didn't she?".
"I wouldn't say dating as much as i'd say...stalking", said Forge, "she used to hang around my lab all the time..don't let her see me, she doesn't know i'm back!".
Amber meanwhile had walked over to where Warren was sitting, giving him a grin.
"Well helllooo there Babe!", she said, giving him a flirtatious wink, "save a dance for me, bet those wings make you gracefull".
"Errr....ok", said Angel, blinking.
"Thanks, you're a doll!", said Amber, blowing him a kiss before walking off.
"She's gone", said Mystique, "you can come out now".
Forge poked his head out from under the table shaking his head.
"I can't let her see me", he said, "and i can't keep diving under the table all night".
He blinked, as an idea formed into his mind, before grabbing the front of Jasons shirt.
"Please please please please PLEASE make me invisble!", he said, "please, i'm BEGGING you here, man!".
Jason blinked, before shrugging.
"Nah".
Forge gave a small whimper, shaking his head.
"Oh come on, PLEASE!", he said, "i'll build you anything..i'll..i'll i'll fix your car for free!!! Give it a full tune up and everything!".
"I don't have a car", said Jason flatly.
"Then i'll build you one", said Forge, "oh have a heart!!".
"Fine", said Jason with a frustrated sigh, "but it better be a good car".
His eyes glowed dimly, becoming ever so much more obvious in the darker nightclub.
"Oh great, it's like sitting next to a giant glow-in-the-dark toy", muttered Hank, "wait....i can still see him".
"You think i'm going to all the trouble to make him inivisible to EVERYONE?", said Jason, "i don't want a headache, thank you. Only that creepy Amber girl won't be able to see him".
"Thank you man", said Forge, "you are one groovy dude".
"Yeah, whatever", said Jason, "just don't walk any further than outside and you'll stay in my illusion".
Forge grinned, sitting down, deciding to enjoy the night.
*****
"There must be an Angeeeellll playing with my heart!".
Warren winced as Amber hit a new decibelle on the Kareoke, NOW he knew why Forge had wanted to hide from this woman. But HE wouldn't go as low as to beg Mastermind for inivisiblity...bribeing on the other hand....
"Eight thousand, and that's my final offer!", said Warren, "oh come on, you've helped Forge for less!".
"No"
"Why not?!!!".
"If i were to make you invisible", said Jason calmly, "then she would still know of your existance and would look for you. I'd have to alter her memories, which i don't like doing, it's messy and it gives me a headache...plus i'd have to let Forge come back into vis...".
"It's not happening!", said Forge quickly, "you'll just have to suffer her like i did in the 70's".
"Lucky me", muttered Warren, shuddering as Amber trotted over.
"Well there you are!", she said, "i was lookng alllllll over for you Warren".
"You were?", said Warren, "well...you found me...whoopie".
Amber grinned over at the others.
"Hi", she said, grinning at Jason, "glow-in-the-dark contacts, so cool!".
She grinned again, before flinging an arm around Warren's shoulders.
"So, you still owe me a dance, babe", she said, trailing a finger under his chin.
Warren. Hit. Rock. Bottom.
"Forge is here!!!", he shouted, "you remember Forge, right? Well he's been hiding here, SUPRISE!!!".
Warren gave Jason a huge thwak upside the head, knocking him off his chair and breaking his concentration.
"Nark", said Forge as he came into Amber's view.
Amber squealed happily, jumping from foot to foot.
"Forge?!!!!. Mah gawwwwd where have you beeen?", she asked.
"My first guess would have been hell.....but this is much worse", replied Forge with a nervous chuckle.
"Hhehhehehehehhehehhehe", laughed Amber, smacking his shoulder, "you always were a kidder!. You don't look a DAY older than i first met you. What IS your secret?".
"Being locked in a pocket dimension?".
"Awww that Far Out gadget you made?", she said, "wow...didn't think it would work".
"Yeah, well it did", said Forge, "....And now i wish i was dead".
"Heh heh", said Warren, "and now she's not interested in me anymore".
He turned around to see a very very not too happy Jason getting up.
"And now i run", said Warren, getting up and heading to run, only to find himself in a bird cage, surrounded by blackness, "awww....damn!".
*****
A little while later, time had gone on, Amber, after grabbing Forge's phone number AND hotel room number had gone off home.
"This has not been a good day for you..has it?", asked Xavier as Forge sat by the table with a sigh.
"No, no it hasn't. I'm going to...", Forge trailed off, watching Clint snuggle up to Ororo, "...go get drunk".
With that, he got back up and slumped over to the bar. Warren meanwhile, had started to spin around in circles, whimpering from time to time.
"Are you STILL mad at him?", asked Logan pointing at Angel.
"I don't appricate people knocking me to the ground", said Jason, "besides, it's better than what you'd have done to him".
"That's...that's true", said Logan, "he would have been missin' a few flight feathers".
"Shame on you all", said Hank, "Forge is depressed, and we're letting him down his sorrows. We should be good friends and go talk to him....what's that Raven?, you volunteer? How kind".
"I didn't say a thing!", said Mystique, slamming her beer bottle down, "fine, but i'm not going alone".
Everyone looked at Xavier.
"No way!", said Xavier, "i'm sick to death of being an agony uncle! I have to deal with this from teenagers twenty-four-seven. I'm having a break".
"Oh for the love of pete, i'll go", said Hank walking over with Mystique to where Forge was sat on a bar stool, gazing sadly into a shot glass.
"Cheer up", said Beast, "no need to be blue".
Mystique gave him a flat look.
"Har de har har", she said, then paused, "wow...there are a whole lot of blue mutants around...i never stopped to hink about it and...i'm straying off the topic. It's a fad, a phase, he's just a...hot..very hot holiday guy"
"I'm not jealous".
"Oh cut the crap", said Hank, "you hate his guts, admit it!".
"Ok, i hate his guts", said Forge before sighing, "Clint!. How am i supposed to compete with a Clint!".
Mystique and Hank exchanged a look, both shrugging.
"Maybe we should just wait until we all get home, then try this again", said Mystique, groaning as Sabertooth danced past them, "can i make it so i was never involved with him in any way?"
*****
Later on at night, everyone had retired to the hotel rooms. Forge sighed, he was tired. He'd had a long, long day and all he wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a few precious hours before they were all dragged out to thier classes...no such luck. He glanced down at an object that was nestled happily in HIS bed.
"Warren, get the egg out of my bed, now", he said, with a level, calm voice with was almost frightening.
"Cookie is taking HER nap", said Warren.
"Cookie better get out of my bed before i throw IT out of the window", said Forge, "or maybe i should just drill it open".
As if to prove a point, he truned his binoic arm into the drill and whirred it meanacingly. Warren gave a squeak of terror, grabbing the egg and cradling it in his arms. He gave Forge a look which shot daggers before placing the egg in the tissue box on his bedside cabinet. Forge sighed, flopping down on his bed, putting the pillows over his head in a vain attempt to drown out the porn...he really needed a saner roomate
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There we go, that chpater was longer than usual, wasn't it? Ahh well, do review. Extra juicy Todd Fan thin air for those who guess who was my inspiration for Amber. C'mon, it's easy! Until next time....