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and call me when the temperature rises.
A/N: Again, the following chapters will contain some slash related themes and scenarios. If this makes you uncomfortable in anyway turn back now, this is your official word of caution. I want no reviews complaining about 'gross slash' etcetera etcetera. You have been warned. Enjoy!
"But you're too late, great, what am I supposed to say? That he's done something wrong, and he's gonna have to pay. Late, great, what am I supposed to say? That he begs to be beside you?" ~Lisa Loeb 'What am I Supposed to Say?'
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By mid afternoon the kitchen was mildly warm from the cooking food, but smelled delicious. Kitty took the large glass bowl filled with tossed salad and placed it in the refrigerator next to the cooling sweet tea. The stir-fry was coming along quite nicely, even though she initially had trouble with the wok and had to start over twice. Everything was going far better than planned.
"There ya' are Miss Katherine! Sign is posted and we shouldn't have any interruptions from now until supper!" He grinned at her, rubbing his hands together and eyeing the food. "I thought you said you were down right awful at this love. Seems to me, we've proved you quite wrong!"
Kitty smiled at him, knowing that without his help, this dinner would have been a complete disaster. Who knew he was such a great cook? Or a teacher for that matter. Before Kitty could open her mouth to praise him, the double doors flew open and Lance walked in.
"Sorry I'm late, uh, got busy at the last moment. You know how it is. Not that it matters since we'll be getting carry out later on with the way this dinner is going to turn out." He smirked at what he thought was a clever remark, looking around the kitchen, and then smiling at Kitty expecting her to greet him.
"Good to know how you really feel Lance." Kitty glared at him, "Also very pleased you took the effort to read the 'Do Not Enter' sign on the door."
St. John took a large step forward, placing himself between Lance and Kitty. He looked Lance over, head to toe, giving a snort of laughter. Obviously displeased at what he saw, St. John turned around to face Kitty. Running his finger down the side of her face he smiled.
"So this is the bloke who's wasting your time eh? Don't get yourself worked up over a pansy gator 'rassler like him."
Kitty could do little to suppress the smile that crept onto her face; Lance was a completely different story. Digging his heels into the linoleum floor, clenching his fists, he walked up to Pyro.
"I don't know WHAT you're playing at fire starter, or why the hell you're here. All I know is you had best stay the HELL away from my game."
Lance was now right in St. John's face, staring him down with the look of death. St. John took a step back, unintentionally pushing Kitty back as well. He raised his hands in mock defense, tutting and shaking his head. Although he couldn't see her face, he could sense Kitty's anger rising.
"Listen mate, I wouldn't go around referring to ladies as 'game'. Especially the divine little goddess standing behind me. You long lost your right to call her yours anyway; you don't go breaking promises with a Sheila. Especially when you weren't on their good side to begin with."
The floor beneath them gave a sudden tremble and in no time flat Lance had St. John thrown against a cabinet by the shoulders. St. John threw his weight onto Lance, causing him to hit the ground with an audible thud. Zippo in hand, St. John stood over him smirking.
"What is going on in here?!"
Ororo stood in the doorway; arms folded across her chest, a cold look on her face. Kitty stepped forward, wrapping her hand around St. Johns hand that held the lighter, pulling it down to his side. Ororo looked at Pyro, her expression faded into one of shock and disbelief.
"What, may I inquire, is your business here Mr. Allerdyce?" St. John had moved back several feet, allowing Lance to stand.
"Well it's a funny thing really. I was sort of abolished from Magneto's side. Said I was seeing things too gray and white and wasn't evil enough. So I decided what better place to shack up then the X-mansion!"
Lance grumbled and defiantly stared at St. John, Ororo warmly beamed at him.
"Well I never thought to see the day that you of all people would come here. I'm pleasantly surprised." She then turned to Lance. "I have a strong suspicion about what this little scuff was over, all I have to say is resolve it humanely and now. You are welcome here Mr. Allerdyce, but you will be under surveillance. As are you Mr. Alvers. Continue on."
She breezed out of the room; the doors left swishing behind her. Lance brushed himself off, glaring at both Kitty and St. John.
"Fuck this, I have better things to do with my time."
He stormed out of the room and proceeded up the stairs. Kitty and St. John turned to each other. Unaware of what her reaction was going to be, he braced himself for the worst.
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A/N: Please R&R! Hope you're enjoying the story so far! More Scott in chapters to come, so no need to fret my Scooter fans! Also as stated this story * will * contain slash just so you know. Reviews are gold and give me incentive to write!
A/N: Again, the following chapters will contain some slash related themes and scenarios. If this makes you uncomfortable in anyway turn back now, this is your official word of caution. I want no reviews complaining about 'gross slash' etcetera etcetera. You have been warned. Enjoy!
"But you're too late, great, what am I supposed to say? That he's done something wrong, and he's gonna have to pay. Late, great, what am I supposed to say? That he begs to be beside you?" ~Lisa Loeb 'What am I Supposed to Say?'
. . . . . . . . . .
. .
By mid afternoon the kitchen was mildly warm from the cooking food, but smelled delicious. Kitty took the large glass bowl filled with tossed salad and placed it in the refrigerator next to the cooling sweet tea. The stir-fry was coming along quite nicely, even though she initially had trouble with the wok and had to start over twice. Everything was going far better than planned.
"There ya' are Miss Katherine! Sign is posted and we shouldn't have any interruptions from now until supper!" He grinned at her, rubbing his hands together and eyeing the food. "I thought you said you were down right awful at this love. Seems to me, we've proved you quite wrong!"
Kitty smiled at him, knowing that without his help, this dinner would have been a complete disaster. Who knew he was such a great cook? Or a teacher for that matter. Before Kitty could open her mouth to praise him, the double doors flew open and Lance walked in.
"Sorry I'm late, uh, got busy at the last moment. You know how it is. Not that it matters since we'll be getting carry out later on with the way this dinner is going to turn out." He smirked at what he thought was a clever remark, looking around the kitchen, and then smiling at Kitty expecting her to greet him.
"Good to know how you really feel Lance." Kitty glared at him, "Also very pleased you took the effort to read the 'Do Not Enter' sign on the door."
St. John took a large step forward, placing himself between Lance and Kitty. He looked Lance over, head to toe, giving a snort of laughter. Obviously displeased at what he saw, St. John turned around to face Kitty. Running his finger down the side of her face he smiled.
"So this is the bloke who's wasting your time eh? Don't get yourself worked up over a pansy gator 'rassler like him."
Kitty could do little to suppress the smile that crept onto her face; Lance was a completely different story. Digging his heels into the linoleum floor, clenching his fists, he walked up to Pyro.
"I don't know WHAT you're playing at fire starter, or why the hell you're here. All I know is you had best stay the HELL away from my game."
Lance was now right in St. John's face, staring him down with the look of death. St. John took a step back, unintentionally pushing Kitty back as well. He raised his hands in mock defense, tutting and shaking his head. Although he couldn't see her face, he could sense Kitty's anger rising.
"Listen mate, I wouldn't go around referring to ladies as 'game'. Especially the divine little goddess standing behind me. You long lost your right to call her yours anyway; you don't go breaking promises with a Sheila. Especially when you weren't on their good side to begin with."
The floor beneath them gave a sudden tremble and in no time flat Lance had St. John thrown against a cabinet by the shoulders. St. John threw his weight onto Lance, causing him to hit the ground with an audible thud. Zippo in hand, St. John stood over him smirking.
"What is going on in here?!"
Ororo stood in the doorway; arms folded across her chest, a cold look on her face. Kitty stepped forward, wrapping her hand around St. Johns hand that held the lighter, pulling it down to his side. Ororo looked at Pyro, her expression faded into one of shock and disbelief.
"What, may I inquire, is your business here Mr. Allerdyce?" St. John had moved back several feet, allowing Lance to stand.
"Well it's a funny thing really. I was sort of abolished from Magneto's side. Said I was seeing things too gray and white and wasn't evil enough. So I decided what better place to shack up then the X-mansion!"
Lance grumbled and defiantly stared at St. John, Ororo warmly beamed at him.
"Well I never thought to see the day that you of all people would come here. I'm pleasantly surprised." She then turned to Lance. "I have a strong suspicion about what this little scuff was over, all I have to say is resolve it humanely and now. You are welcome here Mr. Allerdyce, but you will be under surveillance. As are you Mr. Alvers. Continue on."
She breezed out of the room; the doors left swishing behind her. Lance brushed himself off, glaring at both Kitty and St. John.
"Fuck this, I have better things to do with my time."
He stormed out of the room and proceeded up the stairs. Kitty and St. John turned to each other. Unaware of what her reaction was going to be, he braced himself for the worst.
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A/N: Please R&R! Hope you're enjoying the story so far! More Scott in chapters to come, so no need to fret my Scooter fans! Also as stated this story * will * contain slash just so you know. Reviews are gold and give me incentive to write!