The siren is going, full volume.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Logan yells.
"LOGAN!" Kurt yells, having been awoken not by the siren, but by Logan's noise.
"Mrrrppphhh!" Charlie howls from under a pillow.
"No, no, no, no," Maggie mumbles.
Katherine sits up, and then feels pain, and lies back down again. She glances tentatively at the person--no, people--next to her. Jean's on her left and Ororo on her right, and both are moaning slightly. Katherine's head is throbbing like it's going to fall off and she can't remember a thing, least of all why she's in bed with the resident all-female couple.
Rogue went to bed early last night and is awake in the kitchen, sipping coffee. She's expecting the others to appear within the next ten minutes. She will be disappointed.
The first thought to come into Katherine's head is, I meant to got out for a pizza with Kurt last night and I don't think I did. No, she'd completely forgotten and gone out with Ororo and Jean instead. Poor Kurt, he'll be so upset.
In actual fact, he's forgotten all about it.
At half eleven Rogue sighs, clears up the breakfast that no one's eaten, and takes herself up to bed, completely given up on "being proper superheroes".
At around midday, Charlie and Maggie get up and make bacon sandwiches. Kurt's nose twitches. He can smell bacon. Bamf.
And Logan's supersensitive sense of smell detects the sulphur left behind his friend and gets up to follow Kurt down to the kitchen, remembering on the way, unlike Kurt, to put some clothes on.
"Becoming a nudist, Crawler Dude?" Charlie enquires.
"Vas? Oh, right. I just forgot to put any clothes on," Kurt says, not all that bothered. Well, why should I be? Jean, Katherine, Maggie and Logan have all seen me like this, and all in the space of a few days! So why not? Mmm, bacon.
Logan, however, is bothered. "Hey, Elf, what is this? 'Now Logan's seen it anyone can'?"
"Mrph? Have you seen the brown sauce?" Kurt asks, his head in a cupboard.
Logan growls. "That's it--I am so sleeping with Ororo next time I get a chance."
The door opens. "Hello, Logan, talking about me?"
"Yeah. Revenge plans on the thoughtless fuzzball. Want to help?"
Jean bursts through the doorway, shoving Ororo out the way. "Okay! I did it! I slept with Kurt!" she howls. "I didn't mean for you to find out like this! And God I have the most awful hangover of all time, I'm going back to bed." Jean exits stage left.
"Well, that was unexpected," Charlie says happily. "It's just like a soap opera, this family."
"Except with more nudity!" Kurt says cheerfully. "Now, who has the ketchup?"
* * * * *
"So Kurt, if you want to go on this date with me," Katherine says, "We can. But you know, sometimes, I wonder if you're not heterophobic."
"English is not my first language remember, Katherine. Explain."
"I mean, are you afraid of male-female relationships?" She peers at him, concerned. She wants to touch his fur but she doesn't dare. "Or-or is it just me? I mean, since we arranged our date, there was Jean and then Logan..." She sniffs.
"It's not you, Katherine. I really like you. A lot. You know how to stroke my fur right and you say nice things about how I smell. But ever since I was little I've had this problem."
Katherine gives him a questioning look. "Go on?"
"I think I'm afraid of women."
She looks blank, and then weirded out. "Right. Okay. Erm, have you ever considered a psychiatrist?"
It's taken Katherine until eight in the evening to recover from her night out, and now she's just having a quiet chat with Kurt, both of them curled up on the sofa.
"Women scare me up close! I like watching them from a distance but when they get near me they freak me out!" he cries, then puts his head in his hands and sobs. "I know what with my fur and everything it should be the other way round, I should scare them, but I don't! Women are attracted to me, Katherine, and I can't stop them! I don't want them to be but they are!"
"Oh." What a terrible problem. Everyone of the opposite sex loves you and you still complain.
"Katherine, can you teach me how to not be afraid of women? Then I'll go out with you."
"Can I stroke your fur?"
"Ja. Ja, you can. If you think it'll help." He holds his arm out reluctantly.
She touches it ever so gently with the ends of her fingertips. "How does that feel?"
"Gut," Kurt replies cautiously. "When Jean does it--I mean, did it, she did it more like this." He demonstrates. "Mind you, with me and Jean it was more jump in, jump out again."
Katherine shudders. "Okay, so like this."
"Ja. But a bit more like this..."
* * * * *
Charlie and Maggie are sat in front of the TV, sipping cheap white wine. They've been discussing things, but now they're just relaxing. The doorbell rings.
"Oh, for the love of God," Charlie cries. "It's almost half ten! What do they want?" He pauses and looks up, then yells, "WOLVIE DUDE!!! ANSWER THE DOOR!"
"Always me," Logan grumbles, putting down his magazine and stomping down the stairs.
When he opens the door, he finds an angry looking woman standing on the step. After noticing she's angry, he notices that's she a) blue and b) naked.
"Will you quit staring at me? It's cold out here, let me in!" she says, irritated, shoving Logan out the way. "Is Erik here?"
"Erik?" Logan scrunches his eyebrows together in thought. "Oh, you mean Maggie dude. Yeah, he's getting drunk with Charlie."
"Right. You look after these two, I have to speak to him."
And then Logan notices the kids stood behind her.
"Hi I'm Pietro," the first says quickly. He has pure white hair, and must be about ten. He looks quite cheerful, and is jogging on the spot, at speed. "This is my sister," he rolls his eyes, "Wanda."
"Twin sister," she says stubbornly. "I'm Wanda Maximoff. I'm the eldest twin." She's his opposite, about his height but with deep black hair, dark eyes and a scowl on her face.
"No you're not I am," he argues, still speed talking and jogging.
"I'm OLDER THAN YOU PIETRO!" she yells.
"I'm older than you!" he disagrees. "Ask Dad."
"Kids, shut up or I'll claw yer to pieces," Logan threatens. He doesn't mean it but Pietro jumps back behind his sister.
"Yeah right," Wanda snorts, her arms folded. "Dad wouldn't you."
"Wanna bet on that?" Logan growls, popping his claws. "I'll--" He stops, hearing a lot of noise from inside the mansion.
"ERIK, I'VE BABYSAT FOR YOUR KIDS FOR ABOUT TWO WEEKS!"
Ooh, sounds interesting, thinks Logan, leaning in a bit closer to hear.
"Raven, it's not like that. You have to understand what's been going on. A lot's been happening to me, I--"
"Abandoned your own useless rotten kids on me so you could come out here, sleep with that nut Charles, drink a lot, and, and smoke that goddamn 'hobbit weed' of yours!"
Pietro giggles.
"Is that your mom?" Logan asks, now confused about the whole thing.
"Nah, she's just some old friend of Dad's. Our dad RULES. You should see all the great tricks he can do."
"I've seen 'em. And he boasts he could out-drink Ororo, but I dunno if he really could."
"RAVEN DARKHOLME! Listen to me! Those kids are BRATS! Brats, I tell you!!! Do you blame me for needing to get away?"
"I know they're brats, I've been looking after them!!! And feeding them, and everything, they cost a fortune!"
Pietro bursts into tears and Wanda just scowls even more.
"So leave them here, Raven! I don't care! Look, have all the money I've got." He neglects to mention it happens to be about five dollars. "Just leave!"
"He's been drinking too much again," Logan sighs. "Alright, kids. Come in. I'll show you around the place."
"Do you have Lego?" Pietro asks hopefully.
"No, but Kurt has endless por--no, don't worry about that one."
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Sorry it's been so long coming. But, there's plenty more when I can be bothered, I'm busy writing Chapter 21!!! And hey, why not, a little preview of things to come.
(from page two, chapter twenty-one) 'So Kurt fetches the bowl of experiment and a spoon. Rogue carefully pulls the lid off and stares at the concoction. It's a vaguely brownish greenish greyish colour, full of odd lumps. She gulps. "Spoon, German one." '
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Logan yells.
"LOGAN!" Kurt yells, having been awoken not by the siren, but by Logan's noise.
"Mrrrppphhh!" Charlie howls from under a pillow.
"No, no, no, no," Maggie mumbles.
Katherine sits up, and then feels pain, and lies back down again. She glances tentatively at the person--no, people--next to her. Jean's on her left and Ororo on her right, and both are moaning slightly. Katherine's head is throbbing like it's going to fall off and she can't remember a thing, least of all why she's in bed with the resident all-female couple.
Rogue went to bed early last night and is awake in the kitchen, sipping coffee. She's expecting the others to appear within the next ten minutes. She will be disappointed.
The first thought to come into Katherine's head is, I meant to got out for a pizza with Kurt last night and I don't think I did. No, she'd completely forgotten and gone out with Ororo and Jean instead. Poor Kurt, he'll be so upset.
In actual fact, he's forgotten all about it.
At half eleven Rogue sighs, clears up the breakfast that no one's eaten, and takes herself up to bed, completely given up on "being proper superheroes".
At around midday, Charlie and Maggie get up and make bacon sandwiches. Kurt's nose twitches. He can smell bacon. Bamf.
And Logan's supersensitive sense of smell detects the sulphur left behind his friend and gets up to follow Kurt down to the kitchen, remembering on the way, unlike Kurt, to put some clothes on.
"Becoming a nudist, Crawler Dude?" Charlie enquires.
"Vas? Oh, right. I just forgot to put any clothes on," Kurt says, not all that bothered. Well, why should I be? Jean, Katherine, Maggie and Logan have all seen me like this, and all in the space of a few days! So why not? Mmm, bacon.
Logan, however, is bothered. "Hey, Elf, what is this? 'Now Logan's seen it anyone can'?"
"Mrph? Have you seen the brown sauce?" Kurt asks, his head in a cupboard.
Logan growls. "That's it--I am so sleeping with Ororo next time I get a chance."
The door opens. "Hello, Logan, talking about me?"
"Yeah. Revenge plans on the thoughtless fuzzball. Want to help?"
Jean bursts through the doorway, shoving Ororo out the way. "Okay! I did it! I slept with Kurt!" she howls. "I didn't mean for you to find out like this! And God I have the most awful hangover of all time, I'm going back to bed." Jean exits stage left.
"Well, that was unexpected," Charlie says happily. "It's just like a soap opera, this family."
"Except with more nudity!" Kurt says cheerfully. "Now, who has the ketchup?"
* * * * *
"So Kurt, if you want to go on this date with me," Katherine says, "We can. But you know, sometimes, I wonder if you're not heterophobic."
"English is not my first language remember, Katherine. Explain."
"I mean, are you afraid of male-female relationships?" She peers at him, concerned. She wants to touch his fur but she doesn't dare. "Or-or is it just me? I mean, since we arranged our date, there was Jean and then Logan..." She sniffs.
"It's not you, Katherine. I really like you. A lot. You know how to stroke my fur right and you say nice things about how I smell. But ever since I was little I've had this problem."
Katherine gives him a questioning look. "Go on?"
"I think I'm afraid of women."
She looks blank, and then weirded out. "Right. Okay. Erm, have you ever considered a psychiatrist?"
It's taken Katherine until eight in the evening to recover from her night out, and now she's just having a quiet chat with Kurt, both of them curled up on the sofa.
"Women scare me up close! I like watching them from a distance but when they get near me they freak me out!" he cries, then puts his head in his hands and sobs. "I know what with my fur and everything it should be the other way round, I should scare them, but I don't! Women are attracted to me, Katherine, and I can't stop them! I don't want them to be but they are!"
"Oh." What a terrible problem. Everyone of the opposite sex loves you and you still complain.
"Katherine, can you teach me how to not be afraid of women? Then I'll go out with you."
"Can I stroke your fur?"
"Ja. Ja, you can. If you think it'll help." He holds his arm out reluctantly.
She touches it ever so gently with the ends of her fingertips. "How does that feel?"
"Gut," Kurt replies cautiously. "When Jean does it--I mean, did it, she did it more like this." He demonstrates. "Mind you, with me and Jean it was more jump in, jump out again."
Katherine shudders. "Okay, so like this."
"Ja. But a bit more like this..."
* * * * *
Charlie and Maggie are sat in front of the TV, sipping cheap white wine. They've been discussing things, but now they're just relaxing. The doorbell rings.
"Oh, for the love of God," Charlie cries. "It's almost half ten! What do they want?" He pauses and looks up, then yells, "WOLVIE DUDE!!! ANSWER THE DOOR!"
"Always me," Logan grumbles, putting down his magazine and stomping down the stairs.
When he opens the door, he finds an angry looking woman standing on the step. After noticing she's angry, he notices that's she a) blue and b) naked.
"Will you quit staring at me? It's cold out here, let me in!" she says, irritated, shoving Logan out the way. "Is Erik here?"
"Erik?" Logan scrunches his eyebrows together in thought. "Oh, you mean Maggie dude. Yeah, he's getting drunk with Charlie."
"Right. You look after these two, I have to speak to him."
And then Logan notices the kids stood behind her.
"Hi I'm Pietro," the first says quickly. He has pure white hair, and must be about ten. He looks quite cheerful, and is jogging on the spot, at speed. "This is my sister," he rolls his eyes, "Wanda."
"Twin sister," she says stubbornly. "I'm Wanda Maximoff. I'm the eldest twin." She's his opposite, about his height but with deep black hair, dark eyes and a scowl on her face.
"No you're not I am," he argues, still speed talking and jogging.
"I'm OLDER THAN YOU PIETRO!" she yells.
"I'm older than you!" he disagrees. "Ask Dad."
"Kids, shut up or I'll claw yer to pieces," Logan threatens. He doesn't mean it but Pietro jumps back behind his sister.
"Yeah right," Wanda snorts, her arms folded. "Dad wouldn't you."
"Wanna bet on that?" Logan growls, popping his claws. "I'll--" He stops, hearing a lot of noise from inside the mansion.
"ERIK, I'VE BABYSAT FOR YOUR KIDS FOR ABOUT TWO WEEKS!"
Ooh, sounds interesting, thinks Logan, leaning in a bit closer to hear.
"Raven, it's not like that. You have to understand what's been going on. A lot's been happening to me, I--"
"Abandoned your own useless rotten kids on me so you could come out here, sleep with that nut Charles, drink a lot, and, and smoke that goddamn 'hobbit weed' of yours!"
Pietro giggles.
"Is that your mom?" Logan asks, now confused about the whole thing.
"Nah, she's just some old friend of Dad's. Our dad RULES. You should see all the great tricks he can do."
"I've seen 'em. And he boasts he could out-drink Ororo, but I dunno if he really could."
"RAVEN DARKHOLME! Listen to me! Those kids are BRATS! Brats, I tell you!!! Do you blame me for needing to get away?"
"I know they're brats, I've been looking after them!!! And feeding them, and everything, they cost a fortune!"
Pietro bursts into tears and Wanda just scowls even more.
"So leave them here, Raven! I don't care! Look, have all the money I've got." He neglects to mention it happens to be about five dollars. "Just leave!"
"He's been drinking too much again," Logan sighs. "Alright, kids. Come in. I'll show you around the place."
"Do you have Lego?" Pietro asks hopefully.
"No, but Kurt has endless por--no, don't worry about that one."
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Sorry it's been so long coming. But, there's plenty more when I can be bothered, I'm busy writing Chapter 21!!! And hey, why not, a little preview of things to come.
(from page two, chapter twenty-one) 'So Kurt fetches the bowl of experiment and a spoon. Rogue carefully pulls the lid off and stares at the concoction. It's a vaguely brownish greenish greyish colour, full of odd lumps. She gulps. "Spoon, German one." '