Team Up
The professor ignored her and rolled the rest of the way into the room.
"Remy, somehow I knew you'd be here," he stated calmly, as if he were saying that annul dwelling butt monkeys were falling from the sky (at least, if that happened everyday he would say it like that).
"Remy no who you be. You dat guy fron de ally, wid de black girl wid white hair," Remy said.
"Yes, and I'm glad to see you've changed your mind and decided to join us."
"I ain't doin anyting of de sor'. Remy came for mon cheriè and thas all, den I be gon."
"Well then, plan on being here for quite a while," Psyc interrupted "'cause you're not takin her, you'll hafta go through me first. When she needed you, you left her at the shelter. I'm not gonna let you take her and hurt her like that again."
"Remy kep watch, e'en while you were at de shelter," he said, as if he couldn't come up with a decent response, but then his voice got stronger as he continued, "Remy wa' de one who kep givin 'er de cards, she knew Remy wa dere. Remy wasn' gon' to leave 'er."
Jazz, while she was lounging like she was watching a daytime soap, "Real bad habits."
Psyc ignored her and continued, "But you did, you never came, you never talked to her, you coulda called."
"Non, Remy couldn'. Remy 'ad tings Remy 'ad to do and tings Remy 'ad to take care of. Remy left 'er wid some good peeple. Dey ran the 'shelter' as you call it. Remy knew dey wud take care of 'er when Remy couldn'."
"And why couldn't you? You still could've called or visited."
"Not when Gambit 'ad eve'y gan'ster in de city on 'is ass."
"What does Gambit have to do with this? I'm talkin 'bout you abandonin Sherry."
"He is Gambit. Like I'm Sherry and angel."
"So, which is the real name? Either way I think you're parents were insane," Jazz commented.
"Start insultin Remy, s'cool. Remy de real un."
Jazz stood up and held out her hand. "I'm Jazz, well, Jasmin, but, hey, anything goes, right?"
"Wolverine. No other name. OUT!"
"Does not play well with others. AKA Wolverine. AKA Logan. AKA the ass that I call my big brother."
"Behave you two. I'm Professor Xavier. This is my house. You're welcome to stay, if you wish."
"I'm Psyc."
The others turned to look at her, waiting for more.
"Alright," she said and under her breath muttered something.
Logan stared. "That's your name, Larla-Rose? And Cyce?"
"You understand why I use Psyc. Yes Psyc."
"Welcome to the X-Men."
The two girls looked at each other. "It's cool if he stays. It might get interesting," they both said at the same time.
"Alright he's leaving," Logan stated.
"Ya I be leavin."
Jazz aproached him, "Come on, stay."
"I'm sure we could make it worth your while," Psyc added, similing sweetly and advancing, adding a slight sway to her hips.
Jazz said, starting to circle, "I mean, free food, clothes, staying near the girl. Add the two of us to the mix, you'll never be bored."
Logan turned to the Prof., "Ever think of making the school segregated?"
"So, what do you think about the rest of the group, my own personal psychic," Jazz asked Psyc, as they were getting ready to go downstairs for breakfast.
"Either they aren't used to telepaths or they're really trustin. Their minds are open books, well, 'cept for your brother and Gambit. Jean's got a thing for Scott and it's two way. Hank and Ororo had somethin, but not now. Peter is thinkin about leavin 'cause he misses his family and Bobby was majorly checkin us out."
"Well, I knew the first two and the last one but thanx for the imput but wha'd you think of Gambit?"
"Don't get me started."
"Why?"
"Well, he's a major hotty and all, but he left her with strangers."
"Okay, I shoudn't have got you started."
"On a different note, he does like us."
"Meaning…"
"Well, he likes both of us for our looks, obviuosly, but, he likes me because of how I am with Sherry and don't like you 'cause of how you are."
"Stupid girl."
"See that's what I mean."
"Lovely, lovely, wonderful girl."
Psyc busted up laughing and Jazz glared.
"Um, Jazz, you might wanna be a little more convincin then that. What are we gonna wear?"
"Something…shocking."
"Black low-ride bells and the red butterfly shirts."
"Sweet."
As they went down the steps on the way to breakfast, a voice echoed, "All students report to the War Room."
"Weird intercom," Jazz commented.
"That wasn't no intercom."
Gambit, from the top of the stairs, called, "De wha' room?"
"The War Room. It's this way and down five levels," Jazz stated.
Gambit came down the stairs and stopped dead when he saw them. It was a good thing too, because if he hadn't, he would've stepped right off the landing and tripped.
"Where's Cheriè?" he asked trying to cover the awkward silence.
"Sleepin and, uh, close your mouth," Psyc warned.
Scott was wondering what the surprise meeting was all about when the newbies walked in.
Okay this could get dangerous.
Then the rest of the team walked in followed by the Prof.
"I called this meeting," the Prof. said, "to announce the new teams. I split you up into teams based on your powers and personalities."
"Well, Scott, you have a personality of a board so you can be a part of the mansion," Logan commented, not worried.
Scott started to think very loudly towards the professor.
Powers, what powers. There are two of us without powers here. PROFESSOR!
Scott keep your voice down someone might hear you.
Like me? Psyc asked.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Scott exclaimed.
The Prof. stared pointedly at Scott, grinning, "Moving on. Before I explain the teams, Psyc, Gambit is there something you would like to share?" They shook their heads. "Fine. The Gold team will be Scott, as team leader, for distance with beams of concussive force, Peter, with organic steel, Jean, as telepath/telekinetic, Hank, with brute force and brains and Ororo with weather control. Okay with you?"
The named people nodded.
"Blue team will be—as team leader, Logan--"
As one, everyone who knew what he was talking about, stood up and said, "WHAT!" including Wolverine.
"Yes, Logan. He's got the most fighting experience so he can easily train the new recruits. Bobby with water control, Larla-Rose (Psyc groaned at her proper name) with telepathic powers, Remy kinetic charge, and Jasmin with animal telepathy."
"One question," Jazz asked. "Who do I sue for the use of my name in your script?"
He rolled his eyes and continued, "Your code names are--"
"No we don't go by something you assign. You want to call us something you call us Psyc and Jazz."
Ororo piped up for the first time, "You act like you talked this over."
Jazz replied, "We did. Just now."
Scott looked at the Prof.
No, Scott, I didn't hear anything.
"You wouldn't, now, would you?" Psyc said, innocently.
After a moment of awkward silence, Jean asked, "What's his code name?"
"Gambit," Remy said.
"So, what game are we playing anyway?" Psyc asked.
"It's no game," Scott said. "It's very serious and it takes the utmost care to survive--"
"And if you believe that, be glad you're on my team."
"I don't know," Jazz said bitterly, "are you sure you won't disappear on us?"
Another awkward silence followed, because most everyone in the room knew that Wolverine wasn't the most reliable person in the Department Of Being There. He had a tendency of disappearing, whether on his own, or for an odd mission and, after all, when he first came to the mansion, it was to kill the Prof.
"Alright." The Prof. said. "I know you are all hungry, so meeting dismissed, but remember about the party on Friday. The new students will have a chance to get to know people better and potential students who are considering attending the institute will be able to decide if attending the institute is what they want to do. Lar-I mean Psyc," he corrected himself when she turned to glare at him. "May I have a quick word with you?"
She turned and walked back. "Was there a problem?" she asked.
"No, I just wanted to know how far you have explored your powers. Do you know what your range is?"
"No. I try not to use it. It's not fair to whoever's mind it is you're intruding on."
"Alright." When she turned to walk away he said, "One more thing. Do try to get along with Remy. If not for your sake then for Sherry's. She needs you both a great deal, and it might distress her further if you two are always fighting."
"Okay. May I go now?" she asked.
"Yes, you may."
Psyc turned and walked out of the room.
As she closed the door, she heard someone say, "Remy don un'erstan why you get mad when peeple call you 'Lar'a-Rose', 's a pretty name"
Psyc turned to face Gambit. "Thank you," she said, as they started to climb the stairs back to the main level, "I'm sorry I yelled at you yesterday. I didn't know you were on the run from anybody, I just know that one night Sherry started to cry and when I asked her what was wrong she told me you hated her. When she explained what she meant, all she told me was that you saved her then left her with Bill and Ted." Suddenly she turned to face him, "It was you wasn't it?"
"Wha'?" he looked truly puzzled.
"That night, the flaming heart. It was you. That's why she stopped crying and went to sleep, she knew you where there, because that was part of your show. Then you kept leaving her cards somewhere so she knew you where still there."
"Ya it wa' me," he said "Remy ne'er plan'd on leavin 'er by 'erself, it wa' jus' too dang'r'us to take 'er wid me."
Just then Sherry yelled.
"Psyc! Remy!"
Psyc grinned, "Here we go again!"
"Wha you mean?"
"She does this every time she wakes up alone. She tends to think that people ran away from her," and she raised her voice, "Down here."
Sherry came racing down the stairs and barreled straight into Psyc, nearly knocking her down.
"Where'd you go?" she asked, looking from one to the other.
"We had to go to a meeting. We didn't go far. You've got to quit doing this."
"We ne'er leave you 'lone 'gain."
"We might go out of sight for awhile, but other than that, I'm afraid you're stuck with us."
Jazz came up just then between them, throwing an arm around each of them, "I could go get some super glue to make it official. And permanent."
"I hope you realized that if you do that, it means I'd have to share a bed with him," she said, leaning over to point to him.
Sherry giggled.
"Wud tha' be sush a bad ting?" he said while raising his eyebrow.
"Fine then, I would do it for her and then take a chainsaw and cut your arms off and then she'll really have a piece of you to keep forever."
Sherry ran from the room screaming and Gambit glared at Jazz then followed her.
"Nice going. I thought the idea was to attract him."
"It is. I just don't like little kids."
"Well then, good luck trying to get him to like you. You just keep digging yourself a bigger hole."
"Lets go get breakfast," Jazz said with a sigh.
"Stay still Sherry!" Psyc said laughing, "You wanted me to do your hair for the party but I can't do that if you keep actin like a Mexican jumping bean!"
"I can't help it." the little girl said, "I've never been to a party like this before, and Remy said he would teach me how to dance!"
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. "Ca' Remy come in, or wud it get 'im slap'd?"
Jazz opened her mouth to reply; "Don't even think about saying what you just thought," Psyc told her, then said out loud, "Come on in. We're dressed, I'm just puttin the finishin touches on Sherry's hair."
Gambit walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. Psyc knew what he was seeing: her and Jazz in matching cerulean blue, mid-thigh, sheath dress, with their hair piled elegantly on their heads, and their bangs in ringlets framing their faces. Psyc was busy putting Sherry's hair in the same style and Jazz was sitting on the desk with her legs crossed reading the latest issue of 'G.Q.' magazine
"Is something wrong?" Psyc asked, "I told you we'd be down as soon as we where done getting ready."
Ever since their discussion after the meeting Psyc and Remy had become pretty good friends. Of course Psyc wouldn't have minded if it had gone further than that but she wasn't going to push any thing because, after all, Jazz liked him to, and it wasn't Jazzes fault she didn't get along with little kids. So, if it went farther than friend ship, it was going to be completely his choice.
"Non, notin's wron'. The Prof. sen' Remy to tell you de potential be here."
"Alright we'll be right down," Psyc assured him.
He turned and walked out the door, turned to close the door and said, "By de way Lar, you look won'erful," and closed the door before Psyc could reply.
Psyc put the last bit of hair spray in Sherry's hair and told her, "Go on down stairs and tell Gambit we'll be there in a few seconds, so he doesn't think he has to come up here and drag us down stairs or somethin."
"Alright," Sherry said with a grin and skipped out the door.
As soon as she was gone, Jazz burst out, "GREAT!" she yelled, "I'm the one who's trying attract him, yet you're the one who gets the complement, when we look almost exactly the same. AND you get a nickname!"
"HEY!" Psyc argued, "It's not my fault he uses my real name, and a nickname that is just a shortened version of it. I spent three days trying to get him to call me Psyc, I just got tired of yelling at him every time he talked to me."
"Fine. You ready to go?"
"Ya. Lets head down there and make it a PARTY."
At the party, Jazz started to talk to one of the cute guys there and Psyc went and leaned on the wall, near the snack bar, scanning the crowd. The perspectives looked pretty normal. There was a blond-haired kid in a weird coat that looked like he wore a backpack under it. There was a cocky brown-haired kid showing off with his lighter. There was a brown-haired girl that looked like she was about to go to a fashion show. Then there was another redish-brown-haired kid who looked a tad Irish. There was a girl with long brown hair who seamed to know way too much about dogs. There was a girl who almost looked dead, she was so pale and it looked like she had gotten into a fight right before she came to the party.
That's quite a shiner she's got going on, Psyc thought. Well, now, she thought when her eyes got back to Jazz, she might have some fun tonight after all.
The guy Jazz was talking to was hot. He'd said his name was Nathan. He had silver blond hair and silver-gray eyes, a heavy build, he could almost play football as a lineman and was big for his age.
Just then she saw Sherry run up to him.
Jazz saw Sherry run up to them.
Oh god, she thought. Here we go.
"You look like Draco Malfoy," she stated without preamble, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I look like who?" Nathan asked puzzled.
"Don't ask," Jazz said but it was two late.
"You know, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter's enemy."
He turned to Jazz, "Who's that?" he asked Jazz, pointing at Sherry.
Jazz whispered in his ear, "See the girl by the snack stand with the black and red hair?"
"The one dressed like you?"
"Ya. And the guy with red hair and eyes?"
"Ya?"
"That's their kid."
"You mean…"
"Ya…"
Just then Gambit walked up and asked Sherry what she was doing.
"I'm talking to Draco."
"Com'n, mon cheriè," he laughed, "leave Jazz an 'er boyfrien' 'lone."
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" she yelled, "No offence but I just met you and…"
"None taken. I was going to say that you were not my girlfriend."
Jazzes jaw dropped, "What?" and then she turned her head and looked at Psyc.
Just then 'Ten Rounds' by Tracy Byrd came on the sound system. Psyc smirked at her.
"YES!" Jazz said, hitting her fist into her hand then punching it into the air. "Excuse me." she said and walked a short way away from Nathan and stopped.
When the words came on she started to walk across the room toward Psyc. Everyone stopped what they where doing and watched. As the song said "just started" she raised her hand as if she was going to give Psyc a high five, but instead went past and grasped her hand as they came down. On the word 'singer' they jerked and turned to face each other. They then took turns singing and acting out the ten rounds. They even went so far as to take shots of what looked like tequila. As they went to drink the last shot, Logan snatched the glasses away and downed them instead. "HEY!" they yelled.
"It's PEPSI!" he said.
"OF course it is," Psyc said, "after all, I have to set an example for Sherry."
Jazz glanced down and grinned. She reached under the table and pulled out a bottle of amber colored liquid, "But this isn't!" she said and knocked back about 5 shots worth before Logan snatched that away also.
"You can't have any, you're too young," he said, by now the party had resumed, so it was just the girls and Logan.
"Did that stop me when I was seven?" she asked.
"Oh-ho BA-URN!" Psyc said when she saw the look on Logan's face.
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