Juliano and hte new authoress are sitting on a couch surrounded by angry X-men. Juliano has a fat lip and a black eye. The author is Patching her jeans, while still wearing them, shaking her head.)
I told you so.
Julinao-Shut up! God! It's bad enough you've hosted a hostile take-over.
I warned you. This fic is going nowhere with you behind the wheel. No one wants to work with you.
(Killian walks in and hands Juliano a flexible ice pack)
Juliano-(Wincing as he puts the ice pack on) Thanks squidge. Let's just get this over with.
Rogue-Ah can't b'lieve we haveta work Thanksgivin'.
Davis-Thanksgiving? Is this the thingy Sam went to be with his family for?
Yep. And in honor of this holiday, I'm bringing in the parents' parents.
(all stop looking angry, and start looking like deer in headlights)
Rogue-(frightened) Mah momma . . .
Remy-(with a small shudder) Jean-Luc . . .
Scott-(slow horror) Corsair . . .
Jean-My dad's going to find out about my sex change!
John-You didn't tell him?
Jean-(Looking at feet, embarrassed) Well, he was just so happy to have a son. . .
Wow. This is going to be crazy. Let's go!
***
Jean sat in the war room humming happily. He was looking forward to a good dinner prepared by the women of the institute. The sounds of the preperations were very loud. It sounded like a war. Scottw as holding his head and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Remy was sulking in a chair, while Skylar, Otheo and Fifi got to know Miriam. Kurt was watching the little kids, to make sure they got along. In other words, he was asleep.
"Y' got a tail." Skylar pointed out for the tenth time. The fact amazed him. He was thinking how many cookies he could swipe with the tail alone, much less using his hands too. Otheo had less enterprising thoughts. He was thinking about how well he could climb trees with the extra hand, which Miriam's tail seemed to eb.
Miriam sighed. This was so boring! [Are all the kids here this dumb?]
"Yeah, I have a tail. So?"
"Y' have a tail." Skylar replied. Otheo sighed and smacked his half brother. Fifi giggled and held her hand out to the other girl.
"I'm Fifi. Those two are idiots. Nice to meet you."
Miriam smiled at Fifi, taking he hand. "Thanks. I'm Miriam. Boys are dumb."
Fifi nodded while Skylar and Otheo stuck their tongues out at the girls. The girls looked at each other conspiratorily and started whispering.
"Oops." Skylar said.
"Yeah. We in trouble." Otheo argeed, as the brothers backed away.
"Big trouble."
The boys looked at each other. "DAD!" they yelled together, running to Remy.
---
Rogue pulled the green bean casserole out of the microwave. It was lightly brown, the cheese perfectly melted. It smelled heavenly. Kitty phased thruogh her, very angry. Rogue jumped in surprise and the casserole slipped out of her hands, splattering on the floor.
"Dammit! That's the third one!"
Ororo tried to ignore the small space cramme dwith women. Calm was needed for her arduous and important task. The oven was preheated, and Ororo wove, oh so carefully through the women, who parted like the Red Sea for Moses, reincarnated in a frozen turkey.
Suddenly, Rogue's boys ran through the kitchen, covered in some sort of sticky substance. Ororo managed to keep her balance. It was the second miracel of the day. That is, until she was clotheslined by two rabid little girls.
Things moved in slow motion. If yous trained, you could hear the background music. Ororo and the turkey fell, while the women watched in horror. The turkey flipped in mdiair, leaving its roasting pan behind halfway through the first flip. John cried out and tried to grab the main course. Rogue covered her eyes. Kitty secretly rejoiced that they would not be eating that poor turkey, and maybe she could talk them into a tofurkey.
The turkey bounced twice, before coming to a rest at Amara's feet. The girl looked down and squealed. She didn't like beign so close to a dead piece of meat. The little kids then realized what they'd done. And they knew they'd catch hell.
"Oh no." Miriam said. She hadn't ever had a lot of experience with her motehr, but she knew that the looks the women were exchanging were bad news. [I wish I could bamf like my daddy.]
Fifi silently grabbed Miriam's hand, while Skylar and Otheo grabbed the girls' free hands. The small child solidarity was back with a vengaence, and the children from that moment on were like the three musketeers, only littler, an co-ed.
"We should run now." Otheo said, before all three children bolted. They didn't quite know where they were going, but they knew they had to run. Thier parents would be very mad at them for this.
---
Corsair stood outside the institute grounds, looking from the locked gate to the building. He knew he should have teleported closer. [Last time I let a rookie teleport me when I have somewhere to be. It doesn't help that I decided to come early. Why doesn't the intercomm work? Honestly, you'd think they're ignoring me out here.]
The space pirate's musing was broken by the approach of a very cherry car. A tall middle aged man stopped outside the gates and got out fo the car, which had New York plates.
"Dey doan' make cars like dat no more." Jean Luc said wistfully, looking a the car. "Kids doan know how good dey got it. Dis woulda taken mont's back in my day."
Corsair cleared his throat. Jean-Luc looked at him. The men stared at each otehr, both sizing the other up. Finally Corsair couldn't take it anymore.
"Hi, my name is Corsair. I was invited here, but the gate's locked."
Corsair held out his hand. Jean-Luc looked at it quickly before shaking it and approachign the gate. "Name's Jean-Luc. I got a boy in dere too." [Jean-Luc? At least I'm not the only one with an obviously fake name.]
The men were interrupted by two pairs of screaching tires. The car they eblonged to almost hit Jean-Luc's car, but stopped jsut short. A blue woman of indeterminate age stalked out, scowling. She paused to see how much space she'd left between her car and Jean-Luc's, before kicking the cherry older car. She hated everything right that moment, and would have cheerfully shot both men trying not to look like they were staring at her.
"Don't tell me they dragged me all the way up here, in November mind you, when it's so damn cold, and we're not allowed in." [*This is just great. Real nice way to great your guests. Making us stand outside in the cold on Thanksgiving. . .]
Raven stalked over to the men, who were staring at her. She tugged on teh gate hard, glaring all the time. Finding it to be locked, she stalked back to her car and got a gun. [Damn gate is jsut doing this too annoy me. Just like Rogue getting marrie.d Just because I told her no man could ever be worthy of her she finds hte lowest of the low. I swear when I get my hands on him. . .]
"There's more than one way to get in. Move it or I'll s hoot through you."
Jean-Luc put his hand up, trying to remember why he'd thought this would be a nice vacation from the guild's bickering. He inwardly sighed. [*Self, you have to get away from your family for a little while]
"How 'bout I open de gate, leavin' de lock whole and our children happier with us? I 'sume you got a little X-man in here too."
"Two, actually." Raven said, lowering her gun. She was bit irked to have lost the chance to shoot something. Her bad mood demanded somehting be permanently ruined. The rest of her brain was tryign to remember where she'd heard that accent before. [It's there. Who's father could he be? Wait. . .oh. That clears things up a bit.] Raven frowned. So now she knew who was dumb enough to take in a boy who would grow up to desecrate her daughter. This was going to be a very busy time for her weapons.
Jean-Luc smiled briefly at Ravan and picked the lock on the gate, trying to keep her and Corsair in view at all times. It didn't help that the lock was giving him difficulty. [*This has to be my son's work. Dammit. Open! My God could this lock be more stubborn?]
"Stop!" A loud bass voice yelled from the growing line of parked cars. In their mistrust of each other, the shadier X-parents had been oblivious to the arrival of another parent. Dr. Grey immediatly assumed that the men were with the notorious, but supposedly reformed, terrorist Mystique.
Things bascially would have gone to hell here, if not for the arrival of Wolverine.
Logan looked around the group of angry old poeple and laughed quietly to himself, unlocking the gate. Jean-Luc just happened to be leaning on it a bit, and almost fell inward. Dr. Grey almost attacked, but was stopped by his wife.
"Darling," She said, letting everyone know immediatly that Mrs. Grey was lord of the manor. "I bet the other X-men have parents too. Why don't you calm down before you give yourself a heart attack?"
Dr. Grey almost argued, but saw the look on his wife's face and thought better of it. Corsair muttered 'whipped' under his breath as all the grandparents trouped into the institute. Corsair was a bit frightened. Things were already way too interresting for his taste, and they showed no sign of getting better.
***
I would love to continue, but this is already longer than some of my chapters. More soon! I swear.
Thingys with asterisks were translated Creole, to make this more reader, and author, friendly
Peace and Love.
(fade to balck)
I told you so.
Julinao-Shut up! God! It's bad enough you've hosted a hostile take-over.
I warned you. This fic is going nowhere with you behind the wheel. No one wants to work with you.
(Killian walks in and hands Juliano a flexible ice pack)
Juliano-(Wincing as he puts the ice pack on) Thanks squidge. Let's just get this over with.
Rogue-Ah can't b'lieve we haveta work Thanksgivin'.
Davis-Thanksgiving? Is this the thingy Sam went to be with his family for?
Yep. And in honor of this holiday, I'm bringing in the parents' parents.
(all stop looking angry, and start looking like deer in headlights)
Rogue-(frightened) Mah momma . . .
Remy-(with a small shudder) Jean-Luc . . .
Scott-(slow horror) Corsair . . .
Jean-My dad's going to find out about my sex change!
John-You didn't tell him?
Jean-(Looking at feet, embarrassed) Well, he was just so happy to have a son. . .
Wow. This is going to be crazy. Let's go!
***
Jean sat in the war room humming happily. He was looking forward to a good dinner prepared by the women of the institute. The sounds of the preperations were very loud. It sounded like a war. Scottw as holding his head and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Remy was sulking in a chair, while Skylar, Otheo and Fifi got to know Miriam. Kurt was watching the little kids, to make sure they got along. In other words, he was asleep.
"Y' got a tail." Skylar pointed out for the tenth time. The fact amazed him. He was thinking how many cookies he could swipe with the tail alone, much less using his hands too. Otheo had less enterprising thoughts. He was thinking about how well he could climb trees with the extra hand, which Miriam's tail seemed to eb.
Miriam sighed. This was so boring! [Are all the kids here this dumb?]
"Yeah, I have a tail. So?"
"Y' have a tail." Skylar replied. Otheo sighed and smacked his half brother. Fifi giggled and held her hand out to the other girl.
"I'm Fifi. Those two are idiots. Nice to meet you."
Miriam smiled at Fifi, taking he hand. "Thanks. I'm Miriam. Boys are dumb."
Fifi nodded while Skylar and Otheo stuck their tongues out at the girls. The girls looked at each other conspiratorily and started whispering.
"Oops." Skylar said.
"Yeah. We in trouble." Otheo argeed, as the brothers backed away.
"Big trouble."
The boys looked at each other. "DAD!" they yelled together, running to Remy.
---
Rogue pulled the green bean casserole out of the microwave. It was lightly brown, the cheese perfectly melted. It smelled heavenly. Kitty phased thruogh her, very angry. Rogue jumped in surprise and the casserole slipped out of her hands, splattering on the floor.
"Dammit! That's the third one!"
Ororo tried to ignore the small space cramme dwith women. Calm was needed for her arduous and important task. The oven was preheated, and Ororo wove, oh so carefully through the women, who parted like the Red Sea for Moses, reincarnated in a frozen turkey.
Suddenly, Rogue's boys ran through the kitchen, covered in some sort of sticky substance. Ororo managed to keep her balance. It was the second miracel of the day. That is, until she was clotheslined by two rabid little girls.
Things moved in slow motion. If yous trained, you could hear the background music. Ororo and the turkey fell, while the women watched in horror. The turkey flipped in mdiair, leaving its roasting pan behind halfway through the first flip. John cried out and tried to grab the main course. Rogue covered her eyes. Kitty secretly rejoiced that they would not be eating that poor turkey, and maybe she could talk them into a tofurkey.
The turkey bounced twice, before coming to a rest at Amara's feet. The girl looked down and squealed. She didn't like beign so close to a dead piece of meat. The little kids then realized what they'd done. And they knew they'd catch hell.
"Oh no." Miriam said. She hadn't ever had a lot of experience with her motehr, but she knew that the looks the women were exchanging were bad news. [I wish I could bamf like my daddy.]
Fifi silently grabbed Miriam's hand, while Skylar and Otheo grabbed the girls' free hands. The small child solidarity was back with a vengaence, and the children from that moment on were like the three musketeers, only littler, an co-ed.
"We should run now." Otheo said, before all three children bolted. They didn't quite know where they were going, but they knew they had to run. Thier parents would be very mad at them for this.
---
Corsair stood outside the institute grounds, looking from the locked gate to the building. He knew he should have teleported closer. [Last time I let a rookie teleport me when I have somewhere to be. It doesn't help that I decided to come early. Why doesn't the intercomm work? Honestly, you'd think they're ignoring me out here.]
The space pirate's musing was broken by the approach of a very cherry car. A tall middle aged man stopped outside the gates and got out fo the car, which had New York plates.
"Dey doan' make cars like dat no more." Jean Luc said wistfully, looking a the car. "Kids doan know how good dey got it. Dis woulda taken mont's back in my day."
Corsair cleared his throat. Jean-Luc looked at him. The men stared at each otehr, both sizing the other up. Finally Corsair couldn't take it anymore.
"Hi, my name is Corsair. I was invited here, but the gate's locked."
Corsair held out his hand. Jean-Luc looked at it quickly before shaking it and approachign the gate. "Name's Jean-Luc. I got a boy in dere too." [Jean-Luc? At least I'm not the only one with an obviously fake name.]
The men were interrupted by two pairs of screaching tires. The car they eblonged to almost hit Jean-Luc's car, but stopped jsut short. A blue woman of indeterminate age stalked out, scowling. She paused to see how much space she'd left between her car and Jean-Luc's, before kicking the cherry older car. She hated everything right that moment, and would have cheerfully shot both men trying not to look like they were staring at her.
"Don't tell me they dragged me all the way up here, in November mind you, when it's so damn cold, and we're not allowed in." [*This is just great. Real nice way to great your guests. Making us stand outside in the cold on Thanksgiving. . .]
Raven stalked over to the men, who were staring at her. She tugged on teh gate hard, glaring all the time. Finding it to be locked, she stalked back to her car and got a gun. [Damn gate is jsut doing this too annoy me. Just like Rogue getting marrie.d Just because I told her no man could ever be worthy of her she finds hte lowest of the low. I swear when I get my hands on him. . .]
"There's more than one way to get in. Move it or I'll s hoot through you."
Jean-Luc put his hand up, trying to remember why he'd thought this would be a nice vacation from the guild's bickering. He inwardly sighed. [*Self, you have to get away from your family for a little while]
"How 'bout I open de gate, leavin' de lock whole and our children happier with us? I 'sume you got a little X-man in here too."
"Two, actually." Raven said, lowering her gun. She was bit irked to have lost the chance to shoot something. Her bad mood demanded somehting be permanently ruined. The rest of her brain was tryign to remember where she'd heard that accent before. [It's there. Who's father could he be? Wait. . .oh. That clears things up a bit.] Raven frowned. So now she knew who was dumb enough to take in a boy who would grow up to desecrate her daughter. This was going to be a very busy time for her weapons.
Jean-Luc smiled briefly at Ravan and picked the lock on the gate, trying to keep her and Corsair in view at all times. It didn't help that the lock was giving him difficulty. [*This has to be my son's work. Dammit. Open! My God could this lock be more stubborn?]
"Stop!" A loud bass voice yelled from the growing line of parked cars. In their mistrust of each other, the shadier X-parents had been oblivious to the arrival of another parent. Dr. Grey immediatly assumed that the men were with the notorious, but supposedly reformed, terrorist Mystique.
Things bascially would have gone to hell here, if not for the arrival of Wolverine.
Logan looked around the group of angry old poeple and laughed quietly to himself, unlocking the gate. Jean-Luc just happened to be leaning on it a bit, and almost fell inward. Dr. Grey almost attacked, but was stopped by his wife.
"Darling," She said, letting everyone know immediatly that Mrs. Grey was lord of the manor. "I bet the other X-men have parents too. Why don't you calm down before you give yourself a heart attack?"
Dr. Grey almost argued, but saw the look on his wife's face and thought better of it. Corsair muttered 'whipped' under his breath as all the grandparents trouped into the institute. Corsair was a bit frightened. Things were already way too interresting for his taste, and they showed no sign of getting better.
***
I would love to continue, but this is already longer than some of my chapters. More soon! I swear.
Thingys with asterisks were translated Creole, to make this more reader, and author, friendly
Peace and Love.
(fade to balck)