(we see that Juliano is sitting on the couch with Davis. He apparently has his imagine inducer on, and the men seem to be watching figure skating (because I don't like football).)
I decided that, in keeping with this wonderful holdiay, we ought to have a thanksgiving meal. Killian killed the turkey, and don't worry, I'm pretty sure it didn't suffer. Now Panther's cooking it.
(the sound of loud cursing and a microwave going off come from the right.)
Or something like that.
Davis-I'm not doing it. I'm not even American-
(a Panther android (remotly controlled from the other side of Julinao's neck) walks in with two boxes of KFC)
Panther-Turkey wasn't happening. So I got a slightly smaller dumb animal with comperable physiology. *throws the box onto a t.v. tray that magically appears* Eat up.
Um, let's see how the X-women are doing.
(A very live turkey runs past.)
Panther-You see, it was still alive.
Crap.
(All run from the angry turkey.)
***
Rogue snuck back into the kitchen. She pointedly ignored the sounds of havoc coming from the living room. She was on a mission from a goddess. NOthing could distract her. Beside,s eh had to get John away formt hestove if anything was going to get done in the kitchen. You could make three of the things int he bag at one time if you used the oven.
The women all looked hopefully at Rogue when she walked in with the shopping bags. The bags all seemed to be the same shape and weight, which was odd, since Rogue had three bags of whatever was in them.
"You've got them?" Amara asked, hopefully eyeingt he bags. She'd never eaten what the bag contained before. It was an adventure for her. This was her penance for the turkey debacle in her opinion.
Rogue nodded, taking one out to show them. All nodded approvingly. It wasn't traditional. Then again, who'd made up the traditions but a bunch of old people who weren't around to see that you kept them anymore?
"Then let's start cooking." John said, grinning maniacally. Did I mention the stove was gas? Somethings about John had changed after he had grown up, but somethings had remained the same.
"Johnny, Ah heard somethin' goin' on in the livin' room. Why doancha check it out?" Rogue suggested, while all the other women herded him toward hte kitchen door.
"It's because I look like a man isn't it?" John said, deeply hurt and disappointed.
"Yeah, it is." Kitty said, poking him in the back with an ice pick. (it's for de-icing the fridge when Bobby stands with it open too long.)
John sighed and left for the living room.
---
Mrs. Grey had the cattle prod. This was the first thing that John saw. Only he didn't know it was Mrs. Grey. Then he saw the whole gang, X-men, terrorists, crime lords, children, all as far away from the woman witht he cattle prod as possible.
What happened next has been well documented. A woman who's child is trapped under a car can lift it from hte rush of adrenaline, even is she has problems opening an almost empty jar of pickles. Think of what happeneed next as John lifting a very firey car.
John's eyes widened in horror and shock,. His husband and child were in trouble! So, looking amazingly like a Dragonball z character when they're powering up, John produced, from mid air, a ball of flame and threw it at Mrs. Grey.
Mrs. Grey looked at the ball fo flame, scared witless. Jean shouted and used her telekinesis to stop the giant ball fo flame. John was baffled, until Jean 'yelled' telepathically at him for almost killing her mother.
[That's your mother? No wonder you turned out to have a bug up your ass.]
[What?] Jean thought dangerously.
[I mean,] John started, [When we first met you were uptight. But now you're only uptight when you need to be. It's the perfect balance.]
Jean 'smiled', satisfied by his responsse. [Good answer.]
"Mom," Jean said, decideing she might as well go for broke. "This is my wife, John."
Mrs. Grey looked at John. John looked at Mrs. Grey. Mrs. Grey put the cattle prod down. With out another word, she crumpled up on the floor and wept.
Everyone in the room felt more at ease when the cattle prod was safely on the floor. Raven picked it up and de-activated it, while Dr. Grey and Jean tried to calm Mrs. Grey down.
Suddenly the X-women came in, bearing plates of food. They looked around at the added number of guests and trhe genral state of things in the living room. It looked there had been a war there. Ororo discreetly created a small cloud over the couch to put the fire out. Amara opened a window so they wouldn't choke on the smoke.
"Ah shoula gotten mo' frozen dinnahs." Rogue said, while her mother came over to hug her, her father-in-law to say hello, her childrent o hide behind her, and her husband to hold onto her, keeping a manly appearance while he got over being terrified of Mrs. Grey. She handed the plates of food off on anyone who would take them, before hugging all of her men, minus Jean-Luc, who she managed to shake hands with and greet like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Raven waited for her hug, striking up small talk with Rogue.
Fifi ran to her mother. John picked his daughter up and checked her thoroughly, making sure she was not hurt in the least. Then John hugged her tight, rubbing her head and trying to soothe her. Miriam watched sadly. Mrs. Pryde looked down at the motherless little girl.
"Would you like me to hold you?" Mrs. Pryde asked. Miriam shook her head.
"My daddy said I shouldn't hug strangers. I'm sorry." miriam's answer was polite, in that little kid way of being polite.
Mrs. Pryde nodded. Of course the little girl had been told not to hug strangers. It made perfect sense. Miriam thanked Mrs. Pryde for her concern and went to Kurt, who picked her up and teleported as far away from his natural mother as he was capable.
John and Fifi fought their way over to Jean. John pulled Jean out of Mrs. Grey support group. The group seemed to now include Scott, whom Mrs. Grey had always liked. So Corsair was congratulating him on not being completely gay. Because that's just how Corsair is.
"Happy Thanksgiving, love." John said, handing Jean a formely frozen dinner he'd taken from Rogue.
***
Next time on John's What!
(We see a clip of the Grey parents and Corsair in a verbal fight. We see Remy and Raven glaring at each other. We see Scott kissing Rogue.)
Dun dun dun. See ya then! I'm Juliano,
Panther-I'm Panther Nesmith, and this is my son Killian Nesmith,
(Killian waves)
Davis-And I'm Davis Cameron
Saying happy late thanksgiving to all! And good luck finding christmas presents!
(fade to black)
I decided that, in keeping with this wonderful holdiay, we ought to have a thanksgiving meal. Killian killed the turkey, and don't worry, I'm pretty sure it didn't suffer. Now Panther's cooking it.
(the sound of loud cursing and a microwave going off come from the right.)
Or something like that.
Davis-I'm not doing it. I'm not even American-
(a Panther android (remotly controlled from the other side of Julinao's neck) walks in with two boxes of KFC)
Panther-Turkey wasn't happening. So I got a slightly smaller dumb animal with comperable physiology. *throws the box onto a t.v. tray that magically appears* Eat up.
Um, let's see how the X-women are doing.
(A very live turkey runs past.)
Panther-You see, it was still alive.
Crap.
(All run from the angry turkey.)
***
Rogue snuck back into the kitchen. She pointedly ignored the sounds of havoc coming from the living room. She was on a mission from a goddess. NOthing could distract her. Beside,s eh had to get John away formt hestove if anything was going to get done in the kitchen. You could make three of the things int he bag at one time if you used the oven.
The women all looked hopefully at Rogue when she walked in with the shopping bags. The bags all seemed to be the same shape and weight, which was odd, since Rogue had three bags of whatever was in them.
"You've got them?" Amara asked, hopefully eyeingt he bags. She'd never eaten what the bag contained before. It was an adventure for her. This was her penance for the turkey debacle in her opinion.
Rogue nodded, taking one out to show them. All nodded approvingly. It wasn't traditional. Then again, who'd made up the traditions but a bunch of old people who weren't around to see that you kept them anymore?
"Then let's start cooking." John said, grinning maniacally. Did I mention the stove was gas? Somethings about John had changed after he had grown up, but somethings had remained the same.
"Johnny, Ah heard somethin' goin' on in the livin' room. Why doancha check it out?" Rogue suggested, while all the other women herded him toward hte kitchen door.
"It's because I look like a man isn't it?" John said, deeply hurt and disappointed.
"Yeah, it is." Kitty said, poking him in the back with an ice pick. (it's for de-icing the fridge when Bobby stands with it open too long.)
John sighed and left for the living room.
---
Mrs. Grey had the cattle prod. This was the first thing that John saw. Only he didn't know it was Mrs. Grey. Then he saw the whole gang, X-men, terrorists, crime lords, children, all as far away from the woman witht he cattle prod as possible.
What happened next has been well documented. A woman who's child is trapped under a car can lift it from hte rush of adrenaline, even is she has problems opening an almost empty jar of pickles. Think of what happeneed next as John lifting a very firey car.
John's eyes widened in horror and shock,. His husband and child were in trouble! So, looking amazingly like a Dragonball z character when they're powering up, John produced, from mid air, a ball of flame and threw it at Mrs. Grey.
Mrs. Grey looked at the ball fo flame, scared witless. Jean shouted and used her telekinesis to stop the giant ball fo flame. John was baffled, until Jean 'yelled' telepathically at him for almost killing her mother.
[That's your mother? No wonder you turned out to have a bug up your ass.]
[What?] Jean thought dangerously.
[I mean,] John started, [When we first met you were uptight. But now you're only uptight when you need to be. It's the perfect balance.]
Jean 'smiled', satisfied by his responsse. [Good answer.]
"Mom," Jean said, decideing she might as well go for broke. "This is my wife, John."
Mrs. Grey looked at John. John looked at Mrs. Grey. Mrs. Grey put the cattle prod down. With out another word, she crumpled up on the floor and wept.
Everyone in the room felt more at ease when the cattle prod was safely on the floor. Raven picked it up and de-activated it, while Dr. Grey and Jean tried to calm Mrs. Grey down.
Suddenly the X-women came in, bearing plates of food. They looked around at the added number of guests and trhe genral state of things in the living room. It looked there had been a war there. Ororo discreetly created a small cloud over the couch to put the fire out. Amara opened a window so they wouldn't choke on the smoke.
"Ah shoula gotten mo' frozen dinnahs." Rogue said, while her mother came over to hug her, her father-in-law to say hello, her childrent o hide behind her, and her husband to hold onto her, keeping a manly appearance while he got over being terrified of Mrs. Grey. She handed the plates of food off on anyone who would take them, before hugging all of her men, minus Jean-Luc, who she managed to shake hands with and greet like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Raven waited for her hug, striking up small talk with Rogue.
Fifi ran to her mother. John picked his daughter up and checked her thoroughly, making sure she was not hurt in the least. Then John hugged her tight, rubbing her head and trying to soothe her. Miriam watched sadly. Mrs. Pryde looked down at the motherless little girl.
"Would you like me to hold you?" Mrs. Pryde asked. Miriam shook her head.
"My daddy said I shouldn't hug strangers. I'm sorry." miriam's answer was polite, in that little kid way of being polite.
Mrs. Pryde nodded. Of course the little girl had been told not to hug strangers. It made perfect sense. Miriam thanked Mrs. Pryde for her concern and went to Kurt, who picked her up and teleported as far away from his natural mother as he was capable.
John and Fifi fought their way over to Jean. John pulled Jean out of Mrs. Grey support group. The group seemed to now include Scott, whom Mrs. Grey had always liked. So Corsair was congratulating him on not being completely gay. Because that's just how Corsair is.
"Happy Thanksgiving, love." John said, handing Jean a formely frozen dinner he'd taken from Rogue.
***
Next time on John's What!
(We see a clip of the Grey parents and Corsair in a verbal fight. We see Remy and Raven glaring at each other. We see Scott kissing Rogue.)
Dun dun dun. See ya then! I'm Juliano,
Panther-I'm Panther Nesmith, and this is my son Killian Nesmith,
(Killian waves)
Davis-And I'm Davis Cameron
Saying happy late thanksgiving to all! And good luck finding christmas presents!
(fade to black)