"Did you have a good time then?" Charlie asks, as Kurt hands him his
donuts.
"Ja, it was amazing," Kurt smiles. "I learnt that the X-Van can actually do 157 miles an hour!"
"That's groovy, man," Charlie grins back. "Maybe one day I'll try to get my wheelchair up to that sort of speed."
"We can race each other!" Kurt's seriously pleased.
"You want a donut, Jean?" Charlie offers.
"I'm going to be sick again," Jean gulps.
"What's up with her?" Kurt asks.
Charlie shrugs. "No idea. Hey, Wolvie Dude, where ya been all night?"
"I went out to get the Spider kid," he begins.
*FLASHBACK!*
Wolverine; toughest, bravest, and hairiest of the X-Men. He sniffs the air hopefully, but the air is damp with rain and Spider-Man's too far away. He growls. He needs to get Spider-Man. For them all. For Jean, who has a bizarre reasonless hatred against the red and blue hero. For Katherine, who would love to see them move up a place on the popularity polls. For Kurt, who'd do it himself if he wasn't so lazy. For Ororo, so she'd see how amazing he was, and fall for him. For Charlie, because... well, I'm sure the old guy has his reasons. The rain's making Wolverine's job very difficult. Any scent the Spider dude leaves is washed away. There's got to be another way of hunting him down. To think like the Spider, is to find the Spider.
"Where would I go," Wolverine growls softly to himself, "if I were a lame kid with a dumb costume out to keep up my popularity as a superhero?"
He pauses for a moment, and then smirks. "A strip club!"
*END FLASHBACK!*
"Wolvie!" Ororo shudders, as his tale carries on into far more detail than any of them need to know.
Charlie, however, frowns. "You went there and you didn't take me?"
"It were a spontaneous thing. I didn't plan to go there. No, I didn't find Spider-Man. And yeah, there were a good reason I didn't come home last night."
"That's enough," Katherine says primly. "I have to go inside and finish up my paperwork."
Ororo pulls a face at her retreating back. "Logan, how could you?"
"Do what, dahlin'?"
Ororo growls again. Then she turns and stomps inside the mansion.
"OWWW!" yells Logan, his metal skeleton suddenly frying with electricity. "ORORO!"
* * * * *
Jean is sitting in the bath, thinking. Carefully in the air she traces a bubble-coated finger over an invisible diagram. "There's me," she says out loud. She traces an arrow through the air, and then, "there's Ororo." Another arrow, pointing away. "And Logan." She pauses, staring as if she can see it mapped out in front of her. "And then there's a dead end. And there's no arrows pointing to me."
There's a knock on the door. "Jean, is that you?"
"Yeah." It's Ororo's voice.
"Can you hurry up? I really need to use the bathroom, you know..."
Despite living in a mansion, only one bathroom is actually in any state to be used. The others have fallen into disrepair, been taken over by mould ("ewww, it's alive!" shrieked Ororo), or the plumbing just got blocked and no one's got around to fixing it.
Jeans sighs. "Do I have to?" She really can't be bothered to move.
"Yes! I really need to go!" Ororo squeals. Outside the door she's hopping up and down in impatience.
Jean sighs again. "Can't you use one of the other ones?"
And so began Ororo's Bathroom Adventures.
She storms down the hallway to the closest bathroom. She opens the door warily and fumbles for the light switch. Nothing happens as she tugs it, so she pushes the door open wider to let some light in.
The air tastes stale, and oddly familiar. As the light glances over everything, Ororo notices something foul and disgusting. "Ugh!" She says out loud. "Kurt's been keeping his porno magazines in here!" On closer inspection, she adds, "gay porno magazines!"
* * * * *
RANDOM AND IMPORTANT NOTE:
A quick back-story, which I think is important now, because a reviewer named Katherine asked for something which... well, I can't give. And that is Scott. Now, here's a little story for you.
There was a man named Mr Summers (and in this universe, his name is Bob). Bob worked in a chainsaw factory at one point, and one day Bob had an accident for which he sued the company for exactly 5.4 billion dollars. Now Bob was incredibly rich, but it didn't make up for the fact that his vital organs used to produce children were no longer attached to his body. His wife, Mrs Summers (let's call her Ann--British people will get the joke) got sick of his constant complaining and left him, and he went off and became a monk and donated his 5.4 billion dollars to charity. And certainly he never had any kids. Sorry.
* * * * *
But back to Ororo. Out of boredom while she was waiting as I told the story of Bob Summers' life, she began reading through the magazines.
"Hey!" she yelps. "These aren't Kurt's! They're Logan's!" Sure enough, Logan's name was written just inside the front cover, with a note of what he'd do to anyone who read them (let's just say it involved all six claws).
Ororo's worried. Everyone knows Kurt is a... well, if you want to put it that way, a pendulum, but Logan??? "Isn't anyone in this whole entire mansion straight?" Ororo asks out loud.
"I am," Charlie says, wheeling past the door at just the right time. "On Thursdays, anyway. What are you doing, Ororo dude?"
"Dudette," Ororo corrects him in a feminist way. "And erm, nothing. I was just looking for a bathroom I could use. Not this one, clearly."
"Well, if you really need to, you could use my personal bathroom," Charlie says cautiously. "It's really groovy, but you can't tell the others about it, they'll all want to use it."
Ororo follows him apprehensively, imagining what his "personal bathroom" could be like. Probably huge, with a swimming pool-like bath, a gold toilet, etc. 'And he never told me about it!' Ororo thinks grumpily.
"Here it is!" Charlie says proudly, swinging the door open.
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The original plan was for Ororo to storm into the bathroom anyway, but I decided against that.
And I am dedicating this chapter to Marc, for reasons he and I alone know about. So don't ask, because I'm not going to tell you why :P
Oh, and QUESTIONS asked in reviews answered here:
Cris-X -- yes, there will be a plot, and it'll be here in a few chapters, and it's really good. That's what I think, anyway.
Katherine -- As I explained above, no, sorry, I hate Scott, in this universe we are saved from the plague that is Cyclops. If you want a fic about the Cyke dude though, read my Many Deaths of Scott Summers.
Evilerk -- Kitty and Logan??? Interesting concept... actually I'm possibly working towards Kurt and Logan, but since I have Ororo and Logan and also Jean and Ororo, well, I don't see why not.
wOLF -- Here's some more. And there's more to come, too!!! A whole lot more...
King Doom -- There's a new character in the next chapter, and I'm thinking of adding a few more later on.
TROJjER -- Xavier is a hippie because he is insane and bald. End of. Do not question my logic!!! Lol.
"Ja, it was amazing," Kurt smiles. "I learnt that the X-Van can actually do 157 miles an hour!"
"That's groovy, man," Charlie grins back. "Maybe one day I'll try to get my wheelchair up to that sort of speed."
"We can race each other!" Kurt's seriously pleased.
"You want a donut, Jean?" Charlie offers.
"I'm going to be sick again," Jean gulps.
"What's up with her?" Kurt asks.
Charlie shrugs. "No idea. Hey, Wolvie Dude, where ya been all night?"
"I went out to get the Spider kid," he begins.
*FLASHBACK!*
Wolverine; toughest, bravest, and hairiest of the X-Men. He sniffs the air hopefully, but the air is damp with rain and Spider-Man's too far away. He growls. He needs to get Spider-Man. For them all. For Jean, who has a bizarre reasonless hatred against the red and blue hero. For Katherine, who would love to see them move up a place on the popularity polls. For Kurt, who'd do it himself if he wasn't so lazy. For Ororo, so she'd see how amazing he was, and fall for him. For Charlie, because... well, I'm sure the old guy has his reasons. The rain's making Wolverine's job very difficult. Any scent the Spider dude leaves is washed away. There's got to be another way of hunting him down. To think like the Spider, is to find the Spider.
"Where would I go," Wolverine growls softly to himself, "if I were a lame kid with a dumb costume out to keep up my popularity as a superhero?"
He pauses for a moment, and then smirks. "A strip club!"
*END FLASHBACK!*
"Wolvie!" Ororo shudders, as his tale carries on into far more detail than any of them need to know.
Charlie, however, frowns. "You went there and you didn't take me?"
"It were a spontaneous thing. I didn't plan to go there. No, I didn't find Spider-Man. And yeah, there were a good reason I didn't come home last night."
"That's enough," Katherine says primly. "I have to go inside and finish up my paperwork."
Ororo pulls a face at her retreating back. "Logan, how could you?"
"Do what, dahlin'?"
Ororo growls again. Then she turns and stomps inside the mansion.
"OWWW!" yells Logan, his metal skeleton suddenly frying with electricity. "ORORO!"
* * * * *
Jean is sitting in the bath, thinking. Carefully in the air she traces a bubble-coated finger over an invisible diagram. "There's me," she says out loud. She traces an arrow through the air, and then, "there's Ororo." Another arrow, pointing away. "And Logan." She pauses, staring as if she can see it mapped out in front of her. "And then there's a dead end. And there's no arrows pointing to me."
There's a knock on the door. "Jean, is that you?"
"Yeah." It's Ororo's voice.
"Can you hurry up? I really need to use the bathroom, you know..."
Despite living in a mansion, only one bathroom is actually in any state to be used. The others have fallen into disrepair, been taken over by mould ("ewww, it's alive!" shrieked Ororo), or the plumbing just got blocked and no one's got around to fixing it.
Jeans sighs. "Do I have to?" She really can't be bothered to move.
"Yes! I really need to go!" Ororo squeals. Outside the door she's hopping up and down in impatience.
Jean sighs again. "Can't you use one of the other ones?"
And so began Ororo's Bathroom Adventures.
She storms down the hallway to the closest bathroom. She opens the door warily and fumbles for the light switch. Nothing happens as she tugs it, so she pushes the door open wider to let some light in.
The air tastes stale, and oddly familiar. As the light glances over everything, Ororo notices something foul and disgusting. "Ugh!" She says out loud. "Kurt's been keeping his porno magazines in here!" On closer inspection, she adds, "gay porno magazines!"
* * * * *
RANDOM AND IMPORTANT NOTE:
A quick back-story, which I think is important now, because a reviewer named Katherine asked for something which... well, I can't give. And that is Scott. Now, here's a little story for you.
There was a man named Mr Summers (and in this universe, his name is Bob). Bob worked in a chainsaw factory at one point, and one day Bob had an accident for which he sued the company for exactly 5.4 billion dollars. Now Bob was incredibly rich, but it didn't make up for the fact that his vital organs used to produce children were no longer attached to his body. His wife, Mrs Summers (let's call her Ann--British people will get the joke) got sick of his constant complaining and left him, and he went off and became a monk and donated his 5.4 billion dollars to charity. And certainly he never had any kids. Sorry.
* * * * *
But back to Ororo. Out of boredom while she was waiting as I told the story of Bob Summers' life, she began reading through the magazines.
"Hey!" she yelps. "These aren't Kurt's! They're Logan's!" Sure enough, Logan's name was written just inside the front cover, with a note of what he'd do to anyone who read them (let's just say it involved all six claws).
Ororo's worried. Everyone knows Kurt is a... well, if you want to put it that way, a pendulum, but Logan??? "Isn't anyone in this whole entire mansion straight?" Ororo asks out loud.
"I am," Charlie says, wheeling past the door at just the right time. "On Thursdays, anyway. What are you doing, Ororo dude?"
"Dudette," Ororo corrects him in a feminist way. "And erm, nothing. I was just looking for a bathroom I could use. Not this one, clearly."
"Well, if you really need to, you could use my personal bathroom," Charlie says cautiously. "It's really groovy, but you can't tell the others about it, they'll all want to use it."
Ororo follows him apprehensively, imagining what his "personal bathroom" could be like. Probably huge, with a swimming pool-like bath, a gold toilet, etc. 'And he never told me about it!' Ororo thinks grumpily.
"Here it is!" Charlie says proudly, swinging the door open.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
The original plan was for Ororo to storm into the bathroom anyway, but I decided against that.
And I am dedicating this chapter to Marc, for reasons he and I alone know about. So don't ask, because I'm not going to tell you why :P
Oh, and QUESTIONS asked in reviews answered here:
Cris-X -- yes, there will be a plot, and it'll be here in a few chapters, and it's really good. That's what I think, anyway.
Katherine -- As I explained above, no, sorry, I hate Scott, in this universe we are saved from the plague that is Cyclops. If you want a fic about the Cyke dude though, read my Many Deaths of Scott Summers.
Evilerk -- Kitty and Logan??? Interesting concept... actually I'm possibly working towards Kurt and Logan, but since I have Ororo and Logan and also Jean and Ororo, well, I don't see why not.
wOLF -- Here's some more. And there's more to come, too!!! A whole lot more...
King Doom -- There's a new character in the next chapter, and I'm thinking of adding a few more later on.
TROJjER -- Xavier is a hippie because he is insane and bald. End of. Do not question my logic!!! Lol.