Teacher Training
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "I will be as a fly on the wall , a grain of salt in the ocean . I will slip among them like a transparent ....thing".
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Hi all my loyal readers and reviewers, you shall be rewarded for reading with gifts of hatchings and sleep- inventing. Ok, the states game is nicked off Friends, i'll admit it. It was too good to pass up.
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Chapter 11 - The stork cometh
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The other's had finally given up on Xavier's whining and decided to play board-like games all night.
"What first?", said Xavier excitedly, appearently, playing board games in large groups were a previsously unknown fetish of his.
Logan raised a hand
"NO!", said Mystique, "NO strip poker!".
Logan looked a little downcast.
"How about strip Uno?".
The glare from everyone else told him enough, he mumbled to himself and looked at the ground.
"Oh, i know!", said Warren, who had returned from putting the eggs to bed, "the States game!".
Magneto riased an eyebrow.
"The States game?".
"You have to name all the States in six minutes", said Warren.
"Oh please", said Hank, rolling his eyes, "anyone could do that".
"Mr. Genius couldn't!", said Warren, jerking a thumb at Forge, "i tried him with it the first night, he only got 48!".
"Oh give me a break!", said Forge, "it was a stupid game anyway".
"Okay, fine the States game it is", said Mystqiue.
Six minutes later......
"Time's up!", said Warren, looking at his watch, "what have you all got?".
"49", said Ororo, putting her pad down with a sigh
"47", said Jason, "man, that was hard!".
Evryone mumbled their scores, Magneto getting the lowest, saying that he wasn't even American, so it shouldn't count with him.
"Hank?", tried Warren.
Hank kept slient.
"Give me a few more minutes", he said eventually.
"If you haven't got tham all now, you'll never get them all", said Xavier.
"NO!", snapped Hank, "i WILL do this. Forget the time limit, i'll do it!!!"
Everyone backed away from Hank and watched his stomp off to a corner of the room
***
Warren had left the gang a few hours later in a furious game of sherades. He wanted to check on the eggs, Candy seemed off colour. He entered the room and glanced at the porn on the TV, he could have SWORN this was the same thing that was on when he left. He sighed, walking over to his 'nest'. Candy was still there, but Cookie..there was nothing but egg shells.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!".
Warren shook his head. Who could assasinate an egg?. Maybe she'd been kidnapped, and the eggs shell was there as a warning?. Maybe there were thugs that had tied her to a chair holding her for randsom for his fortune. Poor Cookie.....what the hell was that strange sound sound? Warren glanced to his feet.
"Cookie?".
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".....Closet case?".
The others were staring at Sabertooth as he pointed to one of the the wardobes in the room. He growled, shaking his head furiously.
"And this is a movie?", asked Mystqiue.
Sabertooth nodded, then pointed to the wardobe again.
"I know what you did last Summer!!!", shouted Magneto.
Saberooth blinked at Magneto before shaking his head. He paused, scratching his chin before grinning and pointing to Forge then at the wardrobe again. Everyone stared at him.
"...Wardobes and inventors?", tried Storm, "wait...that isn't a film".
Sabertooth shook his head violently, with a snarl of anyoyance, he swung the closet open. He then grabbed Forge by the scruff, threw him in and closed the door, then pointed to the wardrobe again.
"Inventors coming out of the closet!!!", shouted Mystique.
"Hah hah hah, it is to laugh", came the muffled voice of Forge from within the wardrobe, "man, what died in here? It reeks!!!".
Xavier chuckled from where he and Jason were watching Hank try to think of the States. Neither had been allowed to play this game because they could 'cheat', so they had opted to watch Hank struggle. Suddenly Logan stood up with a triumphant shout.
"The Indian in the cuboard!"
"THANK GOD!", said Sabertooth, "geez, you people are idiots".
"We prefer the term 'Native American'", came Forge's voice from inside the wardrobe, "...can i come out now?, it's really cramped in here".
"Yeah...sorry", said Sabertooth opening the door to let Forge fall out.
It was then that Warren chose to walk in carrying something in his hands.
"Guys", he said happily, "guess what?".
"Geller died and we can all go home?", asked Logan, looking hopefull.
"I don't care!", snapped Hank.
Before him were scraps of paper cut out in shapes of the States of America, the whole of them together slowly making the shape of the country, only there were missing pieces. Warren chose to ignore this before happily holding Cookie for all to see as she wiggled in his hands.
"Cookie hatched!".
Everyone looked at Cookie, then at Warren, then back at Cookie again.
"Warren....", said Magneto carefully, "that's..that's an Aligator".
Sure enough, Warren was holding a squirming baby Aligator, who kept making the odd little sound that baby Aligators make.
"Yes", said Warren, beaming like a proud father, "is'nt she precious?".
"That's....an Aligator", said Mystique.
"I know that", said Warren, patting Cookie on the head, ignoring the fact that she tried to take a chunk out of his hand as he did so, "her egg must have slipped in with the chicken ones. Oh look, she's yawning!".
Cookie did indeed yawn, showing off little rows of tiny needle-sharp teeth.
"She's sleepy", said Warren, "i'll take her to bed, she's had a long day, though i thought you all like to say hello".
With that, Warren happily went back to his own room.
"Suddenly....i'm glad Logan kicked me out", said Forge.
"God damn it!", snapped Logan, "i'll feel like i'm camping in Alabama!".
"Oh, ALABAMA!", shouted Hank joyously.
******
Buzzzzzzzzz buuuuuuuzzzz buzuuzzuuzuuzz
Hanks scrunched up his face...he could SWEAR he could hear drilling. He'd only JUST dropped off to sleep too, that stupid game kept him up and he STILL hadn't named all the damn States. Stupid game. He opened one lazy eye and saw Forge sitting up in the dark, his bionic arm set to a drill, creating.....something. Hank sighed, sitting up and pulling himselff out of bed, noting that Jason was still fast asleep...lucky dog. Hank walked over to Forge and carefully placed a furry hand on his shoulder.
"Forge?".
Forge turned his head very slowly. His eyes were wide-open and unblinking, slightly glazed over.
"I need to caculate how many raisins fit into a puddle of cheese", said Forge in a far-off voice.
Hank blinked, removing his hand and taking a step back.
"Ok", he said, ".....you do that".
Forge turned his head back and carried on as if nothing had happened. Hank gave a frightened whimper and ran over to Jason, shaking him.
"Nugh?", said Jason sleepily opening his eyes, then fornwing on Hank, "go away, it's only three in the morning for God's sake!".
"Shhh!", said Hank, "it's Forge".
Jason sighed, sitting up and glancing over at where Forge was happily inventing away.
"He must be doing that sleep-inventing thing", he replied sleepily.
Hank thought about this.
"Go into his head", said Hank, "see what he's doing".
Jason looked at him wide-eyed.
"Are you CRAZY?!!!!", he snapped, "you know that rule, 'never wake a sleep- walker'?. Well the same goes for going into their heads!. Just, leave him alone, he'll go back to sleep eventually".
"But...", started Hank, but Jason had arreadly burried himself back under his covers, probably switching his mind off to any outside interference.
Hank glanced back at Forge, who appaered to be welding a fork to a napkin ring. Hank thought a little while, backed onto his bed, and hid under the covers.
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Sabertooth gave a contented sigh, stretching out in the big bed. He got the nice honeymoon suite all to himself. Sure, he had to go through hell but it had been worth it. He groaned when he heard a knocking on the door.
"Go away, Logan".
"Come on, Creed, let me in", whispered Logan, "that damn Crocodile just tried to take a bite outta me!".
"It's an Aligator", said Sabertooth, "an' you said this room was no good fer ya, so, bye bye".
"Fine!", snapped Logan, "i'll see if Forge want to move back to his room!".
Logan stoped away, then turned to knock on another door. After a while, a balnk-eyed Forge oppened the door. His tooled-up bionic arm glinted in the poor light, all it needed was a rift from Physco and Logan could have very well believed he had landed in a horror movie.
"Hello", said Forge, tilting his head to the side, unblinking, "would you like to go to the moon on three cups of sugar and a stick of cellery?".
Logan considered this.
"I think i'll pass", he said.
Forge shrugged and walked back into the room, closing the dooor behind him. Logan blinked as the sound of drilling started.....he didn't want to know. He took an about turn and headed back for his and Warrens room, he'd rather face the reptile.
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How did you like that one, huh? I know it was shorter than the others, but, neh. That was fun. Anyone think the sound baby Aligtors make is the cutest?. Well...i think so. ***
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "I will be as a fly on the wall , a grain of salt in the ocean . I will slip among them like a transparent ....thing".
****
Hi all my loyal readers and reviewers, you shall be rewarded for reading with gifts of hatchings and sleep- inventing. Ok, the states game is nicked off Friends, i'll admit it. It was too good to pass up.
****
Chapter 11 - The stork cometh
****
The other's had finally given up on Xavier's whining and decided to play board-like games all night.
"What first?", said Xavier excitedly, appearently, playing board games in large groups were a previsously unknown fetish of his.
Logan raised a hand
"NO!", said Mystique, "NO strip poker!".
Logan looked a little downcast.
"How about strip Uno?".
The glare from everyone else told him enough, he mumbled to himself and looked at the ground.
"Oh, i know!", said Warren, who had returned from putting the eggs to bed, "the States game!".
Magneto riased an eyebrow.
"The States game?".
"You have to name all the States in six minutes", said Warren.
"Oh please", said Hank, rolling his eyes, "anyone could do that".
"Mr. Genius couldn't!", said Warren, jerking a thumb at Forge, "i tried him with it the first night, he only got 48!".
"Oh give me a break!", said Forge, "it was a stupid game anyway".
"Okay, fine the States game it is", said Mystqiue.
Six minutes later......
"Time's up!", said Warren, looking at his watch, "what have you all got?".
"49", said Ororo, putting her pad down with a sigh
"47", said Jason, "man, that was hard!".
Evryone mumbled their scores, Magneto getting the lowest, saying that he wasn't even American, so it shouldn't count with him.
"Hank?", tried Warren.
Hank kept slient.
"Give me a few more minutes", he said eventually.
"If you haven't got tham all now, you'll never get them all", said Xavier.
"NO!", snapped Hank, "i WILL do this. Forget the time limit, i'll do it!!!"
Everyone backed away from Hank and watched his stomp off to a corner of the room
***
Warren had left the gang a few hours later in a furious game of sherades. He wanted to check on the eggs, Candy seemed off colour. He entered the room and glanced at the porn on the TV, he could have SWORN this was the same thing that was on when he left. He sighed, walking over to his 'nest'. Candy was still there, but Cookie..there was nothing but egg shells.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!".
Warren shook his head. Who could assasinate an egg?. Maybe she'd been kidnapped, and the eggs shell was there as a warning?. Maybe there were thugs that had tied her to a chair holding her for randsom for his fortune. Poor Cookie.....what the hell was that strange sound sound? Warren glanced to his feet.
"Cookie?".
*****
".....Closet case?".
The others were staring at Sabertooth as he pointed to one of the the wardobes in the room. He growled, shaking his head furiously.
"And this is a movie?", asked Mystqiue.
Sabertooth nodded, then pointed to the wardobe again.
"I know what you did last Summer!!!", shouted Magneto.
Saberooth blinked at Magneto before shaking his head. He paused, scratching his chin before grinning and pointing to Forge then at the wardrobe again. Everyone stared at him.
"...Wardobes and inventors?", tried Storm, "wait...that isn't a film".
Sabertooth shook his head violently, with a snarl of anyoyance, he swung the closet open. He then grabbed Forge by the scruff, threw him in and closed the door, then pointed to the wardrobe again.
"Inventors coming out of the closet!!!", shouted Mystique.
"Hah hah hah, it is to laugh", came the muffled voice of Forge from within the wardrobe, "man, what died in here? It reeks!!!".
Xavier chuckled from where he and Jason were watching Hank try to think of the States. Neither had been allowed to play this game because they could 'cheat', so they had opted to watch Hank struggle. Suddenly Logan stood up with a triumphant shout.
"The Indian in the cuboard!"
"THANK GOD!", said Sabertooth, "geez, you people are idiots".
"We prefer the term 'Native American'", came Forge's voice from inside the wardrobe, "...can i come out now?, it's really cramped in here".
"Yeah...sorry", said Sabertooth opening the door to let Forge fall out.
It was then that Warren chose to walk in carrying something in his hands.
"Guys", he said happily, "guess what?".
"Geller died and we can all go home?", asked Logan, looking hopefull.
"I don't care!", snapped Hank.
Before him were scraps of paper cut out in shapes of the States of America, the whole of them together slowly making the shape of the country, only there were missing pieces. Warren chose to ignore this before happily holding Cookie for all to see as she wiggled in his hands.
"Cookie hatched!".
Everyone looked at Cookie, then at Warren, then back at Cookie again.
"Warren....", said Magneto carefully, "that's..that's an Aligator".
Sure enough, Warren was holding a squirming baby Aligator, who kept making the odd little sound that baby Aligators make.
"Yes", said Warren, beaming like a proud father, "is'nt she precious?".
"That's....an Aligator", said Mystique.
"I know that", said Warren, patting Cookie on the head, ignoring the fact that she tried to take a chunk out of his hand as he did so, "her egg must have slipped in with the chicken ones. Oh look, she's yawning!".
Cookie did indeed yawn, showing off little rows of tiny needle-sharp teeth.
"She's sleepy", said Warren, "i'll take her to bed, she's had a long day, though i thought you all like to say hello".
With that, Warren happily went back to his own room.
"Suddenly....i'm glad Logan kicked me out", said Forge.
"God damn it!", snapped Logan, "i'll feel like i'm camping in Alabama!".
"Oh, ALABAMA!", shouted Hank joyously.
******
Buzzzzzzzzz buuuuuuuzzzz buzuuzzuuzuuzz
Hanks scrunched up his face...he could SWEAR he could hear drilling. He'd only JUST dropped off to sleep too, that stupid game kept him up and he STILL hadn't named all the damn States. Stupid game. He opened one lazy eye and saw Forge sitting up in the dark, his bionic arm set to a drill, creating.....something. Hank sighed, sitting up and pulling himselff out of bed, noting that Jason was still fast asleep...lucky dog. Hank walked over to Forge and carefully placed a furry hand on his shoulder.
"Forge?".
Forge turned his head very slowly. His eyes were wide-open and unblinking, slightly glazed over.
"I need to caculate how many raisins fit into a puddle of cheese", said Forge in a far-off voice.
Hank blinked, removing his hand and taking a step back.
"Ok", he said, ".....you do that".
Forge turned his head back and carried on as if nothing had happened. Hank gave a frightened whimper and ran over to Jason, shaking him.
"Nugh?", said Jason sleepily opening his eyes, then fornwing on Hank, "go away, it's only three in the morning for God's sake!".
"Shhh!", said Hank, "it's Forge".
Jason sighed, sitting up and glancing over at where Forge was happily inventing away.
"He must be doing that sleep-inventing thing", he replied sleepily.
Hank thought about this.
"Go into his head", said Hank, "see what he's doing".
Jason looked at him wide-eyed.
"Are you CRAZY?!!!!", he snapped, "you know that rule, 'never wake a sleep- walker'?. Well the same goes for going into their heads!. Just, leave him alone, he'll go back to sleep eventually".
"But...", started Hank, but Jason had arreadly burried himself back under his covers, probably switching his mind off to any outside interference.
Hank glanced back at Forge, who appaered to be welding a fork to a napkin ring. Hank thought a little while, backed onto his bed, and hid under the covers.
****
Sabertooth gave a contented sigh, stretching out in the big bed. He got the nice honeymoon suite all to himself. Sure, he had to go through hell but it had been worth it. He groaned when he heard a knocking on the door.
"Go away, Logan".
"Come on, Creed, let me in", whispered Logan, "that damn Crocodile just tried to take a bite outta me!".
"It's an Aligator", said Sabertooth, "an' you said this room was no good fer ya, so, bye bye".
"Fine!", snapped Logan, "i'll see if Forge want to move back to his room!".
Logan stoped away, then turned to knock on another door. After a while, a balnk-eyed Forge oppened the door. His tooled-up bionic arm glinted in the poor light, all it needed was a rift from Physco and Logan could have very well believed he had landed in a horror movie.
"Hello", said Forge, tilting his head to the side, unblinking, "would you like to go to the moon on three cups of sugar and a stick of cellery?".
Logan considered this.
"I think i'll pass", he said.
Forge shrugged and walked back into the room, closing the dooor behind him. Logan blinked as the sound of drilling started.....he didn't want to know. He took an about turn and headed back for his and Warrens room, he'd rather face the reptile.
*****
How did you like that one, huh? I know it was shorter than the others, but, neh. That was fun. Anyone think the sound baby Aligtors make is the cutest?. Well...i think so. ***