Title: The Call (or Spelling is Useless)
Author: Almu (me) put the bones, Pari the good stuff.
Disclaimer: The only thing mine is the idea and the kids. But Pari named
one of them, so she has dibs on him. She's his godmother, sort of.
A/N: Ok, this is a work in progress between me and Pari. She's helping me,
so this is dedicated to her. The universe? I suppose comicverse, but I try
to forget all that happened since the twelve saga, so. This is an
comicverse AU in which all that didn't happened.
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Riiiiiiiiiiiiiii... "Hello, Xavier's school for gifted Youngsters, Scott Summers speaking, may I help you?" Scott took a sip of his coffee, and then nearly choked on it when he heard the voice at the other line of the phone. "Jimmy? You're calling from where? Again? Do I even want to know what you and Charlie did this time? I figured that much." He looked around. "I don't see her around, I think she's in the greenhouse, but Logan is in.." Scott pulled the earphone far away his ear. "Ok, ok, I'll just get your mother. Wait." Cyclops set the phone onto the table and went out.
The GreenHouse: Ororo had been out in her greenhouse fertilizing some plants, and being "helped" by little 3 years old N'Dare. Or, at least, that was what the girl proclaimed when she saw Scott.
"Unca Scott, I'm hepin' Mama." She smiled, her face and clothes covered with dirt.
"So I see, sweetheart." Scott smiled at her and turned to Ororo. "Jimmy's on the phone, he wants to talk to you. They're in J-A-I-L again. I'll keep N'Dare busy, if you want."
"Goddess, what I'm going to do with those boys." She mumbled as she stood up and wiped her hands in a cloth. "Come on, N'Dare, Uncle Scott is going to take you to Daddy, ok?" Ororo picked up the girl and passed her over to Scott. "Tell Logan to give her a bath, that should have them occupied for almost two hours."
Scott grabbed the child and they headed back up to the house, Scott headed for the kitchen, while Ororo went into the living room and picked up the phone, with a frown in her face.
"Jimmy," She spoke sternly letting her disappointment resound through the phone. "Let me speak with the sheriff, no, I do not care to hear your version, just put him on the phone." Ororo waited a moment, dusting dirt off her overalls. "Sheriff Brown? Yes, this is Ororo Howlett, yes I'm sure you remember me. What did they do this time?" Her blue eyes opened wide. "What? How are they and the motorcycle? Oh their father is not going to be please. Ok, I shall come to get them, thank you Sheriff Brown." Ororo hung the phone and sighed. The twins were going to kill her someday.that is if their father didn't kill them after this stunt.
The Kitchen: Scott entered with N'Dare in tow, where they found Logan busy fixed lunch, knowing it was about time for his daughter to come in professing hunger.
"Daddy!" N'Dare exclaimed excited as she released Scott's hand and rushed to her father who instantly stopped in his task and scooped her up into his arms.
"Whoa, and who are you?" Logan asked playfully as he held her out at arm's length.
"It's me daddy, N'Dare." She replied cocking her head to the side and giving him her 'DUH' expression.
"What, ya can't be N'dare, my sweet little girl, ya don't look like her. wait a sec." He pulled her back into his arms and against his chest and then reached for a paper towel and began wiping at her dirtied face. "Well I'll be, it is my N'Dare."
"I told you so." She said causing him to chuckle. "Daddy, I'm famnish," She said now resting her head against her father's shoulder.
"You mean famished?" Logan corrected as he sat her on the counter so he could finish fixing her PB and J sandwich.
"That's what I said, famnish." She commented invoking a chuckle from both Logan and Scott. Logan then turned his attention to Scott.
"So, why ya bringing pint size, where's Ro?"
"Ahhh, Ororo got an important phone call and she asked me to bring her to you, and told me to tell you to give her a bath, after lunch." Logan inwardly groaned at the thought of bathing N'Dare, which was a task that always took too long and ending with him more wet then her.
"So, who was callin her?" Logan asked curious to know what was so important about the call.
"Oh.ahhh."
"Jimmy." N'Dare spoke out, bouncing happily in her seat on the counter as she took the sandwich her father held out to her, and began munching on it. Logan arched a brow to Scott.
"Jimmy?"
"Ah, yeah." Scott answered nervously as he rubbed his hand against the back of his neck.
"And where's he callin from?" Logan continued to question.
"Oh, I'm not su."
"J-A-I-L." N'Dare replied repeating what she had heard Scott say to her mother. "Daddy I wanna a drink, pwease." Logan let out a low growl as he picked up the cup of Milk he had made and sat it on the counter behind N'Dare, who sat her dirty sandwich down and picked up her drink, gulping it down.
"Look after pint size fer me, Scooter." Logan said as he stalked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Scott called after him as he moved to where N'Dare sat, eating and staring after her father.
"Ta make N'Dare an only child." Logan spoke as he left the room. After a moment N'Dare spoke again.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy and Charlie are gonna get it." Scott only nodded in agreement.
TBC.
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Riiiiiiiiiiiiiii... "Hello, Xavier's school for gifted Youngsters, Scott Summers speaking, may I help you?" Scott took a sip of his coffee, and then nearly choked on it when he heard the voice at the other line of the phone. "Jimmy? You're calling from where? Again? Do I even want to know what you and Charlie did this time? I figured that much." He looked around. "I don't see her around, I think she's in the greenhouse, but Logan is in.." Scott pulled the earphone far away his ear. "Ok, ok, I'll just get your mother. Wait." Cyclops set the phone onto the table and went out.
The GreenHouse: Ororo had been out in her greenhouse fertilizing some plants, and being "helped" by little 3 years old N'Dare. Or, at least, that was what the girl proclaimed when she saw Scott.
"Unca Scott, I'm hepin' Mama." She smiled, her face and clothes covered with dirt.
"So I see, sweetheart." Scott smiled at her and turned to Ororo. "Jimmy's on the phone, he wants to talk to you. They're in J-A-I-L again. I'll keep N'Dare busy, if you want."
"Goddess, what I'm going to do with those boys." She mumbled as she stood up and wiped her hands in a cloth. "Come on, N'Dare, Uncle Scott is going to take you to Daddy, ok?" Ororo picked up the girl and passed her over to Scott. "Tell Logan to give her a bath, that should have them occupied for almost two hours."
Scott grabbed the child and they headed back up to the house, Scott headed for the kitchen, while Ororo went into the living room and picked up the phone, with a frown in her face.
"Jimmy," She spoke sternly letting her disappointment resound through the phone. "Let me speak with the sheriff, no, I do not care to hear your version, just put him on the phone." Ororo waited a moment, dusting dirt off her overalls. "Sheriff Brown? Yes, this is Ororo Howlett, yes I'm sure you remember me. What did they do this time?" Her blue eyes opened wide. "What? How are they and the motorcycle? Oh their father is not going to be please. Ok, I shall come to get them, thank you Sheriff Brown." Ororo hung the phone and sighed. The twins were going to kill her someday.that is if their father didn't kill them after this stunt.
The Kitchen: Scott entered with N'Dare in tow, where they found Logan busy fixed lunch, knowing it was about time for his daughter to come in professing hunger.
"Daddy!" N'Dare exclaimed excited as she released Scott's hand and rushed to her father who instantly stopped in his task and scooped her up into his arms.
"Whoa, and who are you?" Logan asked playfully as he held her out at arm's length.
"It's me daddy, N'Dare." She replied cocking her head to the side and giving him her 'DUH' expression.
"What, ya can't be N'dare, my sweet little girl, ya don't look like her. wait a sec." He pulled her back into his arms and against his chest and then reached for a paper towel and began wiping at her dirtied face. "Well I'll be, it is my N'Dare."
"I told you so." She said causing him to chuckle. "Daddy, I'm famnish," She said now resting her head against her father's shoulder.
"You mean famished?" Logan corrected as he sat her on the counter so he could finish fixing her PB and J sandwich.
"That's what I said, famnish." She commented invoking a chuckle from both Logan and Scott. Logan then turned his attention to Scott.
"So, why ya bringing pint size, where's Ro?"
"Ahhh, Ororo got an important phone call and she asked me to bring her to you, and told me to tell you to give her a bath, after lunch." Logan inwardly groaned at the thought of bathing N'Dare, which was a task that always took too long and ending with him more wet then her.
"So, who was callin her?" Logan asked curious to know what was so important about the call.
"Oh.ahhh."
"Jimmy." N'Dare spoke out, bouncing happily in her seat on the counter as she took the sandwich her father held out to her, and began munching on it. Logan arched a brow to Scott.
"Jimmy?"
"Ah, yeah." Scott answered nervously as he rubbed his hand against the back of his neck.
"And where's he callin from?" Logan continued to question.
"Oh, I'm not su."
"J-A-I-L." N'Dare replied repeating what she had heard Scott say to her mother. "Daddy I wanna a drink, pwease." Logan let out a low growl as he picked up the cup of Milk he had made and sat it on the counter behind N'Dare, who sat her dirty sandwich down and picked up her drink, gulping it down.
"Look after pint size fer me, Scooter." Logan said as he stalked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Scott called after him as he moved to where N'Dare sat, eating and staring after her father.
"Ta make N'Dare an only child." Logan spoke as he left the room. After a moment N'Dare spoke again.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy and Charlie are gonna get it." Scott only nodded in agreement.
TBC.