Ok, yeah, I screwed with some continuity here.but it's MY fic, I am GOD!!!
Hehehe....
Anywho, took me long enough, but I finally kinda decided how I was gonna continue this fic. Tell me what ya think. R&R!
Disclaimer: My brother is sooooo Theo...
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"Got any three's?" Freddy held his cards above his head.
"Go FISH!" Todd jumped into battle stance, before the deck of cards. Freddy moved forward and squashed the Toad as he put up his best defense.
"YES! My three! Another pair! Beat THAT!" Freddy grinned, victoriously.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Tabitha Smith asked as she entered the living room, if it could be called a living room.
"Extreme Go Fish, yo. Best game ever!" Todd exclaimed. "Got any queens?"
"Yeah, I do," Freddy said, bending over into Sumo stance. "Come and get em."
Tabby shook her head as the Toad bounced off Freddy's invulnerable gut and hit the wall. "You guys seriously need a hobby."
So did she, for that matter. Spring break barely looked it. It had rained every single day they were off, and everyone was getting a little bit of cabin fever. Boredom was getting her so bad, that she knew if she didn't find SOMETHING to do, she may be facing off with Toad and the Blob in a game of Battle Pinochle.
Walking through the halls of the Brotherhood house, she tried to figure out what the hell she could do. Hey! Lance! Lance could be fun!! She walked to his door and tried to turn the knob. It was locked.
"Uhh, I'm busy!" was the stuttered response. Spending the afternoon with his magazines, Tabby thought. Of course.
Now what was she gonna do? Pietro was not around right now, and she sure as hell wasn't going to try and buddy up to Wanda. What the hell was left?
A mischievous grin came across her face as she spied her old room. "Mystic's" room. Mystic wasn't around any more. She sure wouldn't mind if anyone maybe borrowed some of her stuff. Permanently.
She tried the door, but it was locked, as usual. Nothing one of her little bombs couldn't handle. She set it in the lock and backed away. In a second, the door was open.
The room was as lavish as she'd remembered it. Mystique had even managed to patch up some holes and fix some furniture from when Boom Boom had lived here. The place looked good, and there was a lot of stuff to look through. And "borrow".
Tabby started in the vanity, looking through the scarce make up and jewelry. A shape shifter really didn't have much need for these types of things. Boring. On to the wardrobe. Nothing much here either.
"This Mystic chick sucks!" Tabby said, as she opened the door to the closet. A few pieces of clothing, nothing too impressive. Some shoes on the floor and linens on the top shelf. Tabby grabbed a pair of shoes and threw them behind her. They hit the mirror and it shattered. She smirked. Ok, if she wasn't gonna find anything cool to steal, she'd just trash the place. At least it would stave off the boredom.
She started pulling clothing out of the closet and throwing it about the room. She took some of the make up off the vanity and spilled it all over the antique Chinese carpet by the bed. She pulled off one of her time bombs and threw it into the four post bed. It exploded in a flurry of feathers. Mystic liked down, Tabby smirked.
By this time, Tabby was having the time of her life. Twirling around the room, letting loose bombs, pulling more stuff from its place. Having exhausted nearly every piece of furniture, she returned to the closet and started pulling the linens out and scattering them. She pulled out the last linen, and barely managed to escape being hit by the large wine box that came with it. The box hit the ground, the top breaking off, and its contents scattering. She knelt down, somehow feeling the obligation to collect these items before scattering them again.
They were mostly clippings, but some full newspapers. There was a bundle of cloth amongst these things too. Curiously, Tabby unrolled the cloth, only to have a few pieces of jewelry clatter to the ground. She was nearly breathless upon examining these baubles. A pair of earrings and a necklace, more elegant and lavish than she had ever seen. Much nicer than the other jewelry that she had come across in the room. MUCH nicer. This was like nothing she had ever seen in any store. She was just in awe as she stared at it. She turned to the broken mirror and put the earrings in her ears, then the necklace around her neck. She looked like a princess.
She went back to the cloth, she unraveled, hoping to find more. She unraveled it the whole way, a little disappointed that there was nothing else. The cloth, she realized, was actually a night gown. A quite nice night gown, made of the finest silk. It was a bit on the large side, much larger than she'd ever need to wear. This was obviously made for a fatty, she reasoned.
Tabby put the gown in her lap, keeping the fabric against the skin of her arms. Just feeling it made her feel so good. Like royalty. Jeez, why didn't Mystic keep this stuff around? She wrapped the gown around her shoulders and turned to the clippings and newspapers. She couldn't understand a word of any of it, it definitely wasn't English. She scanned the newspapers, everything was in another language. Well, that sucks, she thought to herself. She looked over everything, looking for a word she knew. She recognized dates, damn, these papers were about as old as her! Even older!
She looked through the clippings and the papers, still trying to figure out what the hell they were about. She turned one of the yellowed pages of the paper, and stared in awe at the picture within. It was a picture of a couple, obviously of some kind of royalty or nobility, on their wedding day. The woman was absolutely gorgeous, all decked out in everything money could buy. The man was extremely handsome, beaming at his bride. There was something about him, she just couldn't put her finger on. Somehow he looked slightly familiar. But she was absolutely sure she'd never met anyone even like him.
She flipped through more of the papers and clippings, noticing this couple to be gracing every one. Always together, always happy, always in love. It was eery, how happy they were. Tabby didn't even believe that much happiness was possible. But she also didn't doubt that this was sincere.
Flipping through more of the pictures, she began to wonder about why Mystique had this stuff hidden in her room. Who were these people? She wished she could understand whatever language this was. As she flipped through the papers, she came to an extra large picture on one of the papers. It was the same couple. The woman stood facing outward with the man beside her. His hand rested protectively on her swollen belly, his smile wider than in any picture Tabby had seen. That smile! She knew she had seen that smile before. And the woman, she was pregnant! 'Well, duh!' Tabby thought. The gown she wore around her shoulders was most likely a maternity gown. That explained the size. Why the hell did Mystique have this woman's maternity gown? None of this really made any sense.
Tabby studied the paper more closely, looking for any type of clue. A word she recognized, aha! Berlin! She knew that, that's a city! In Germany! GERMAN! THAT'S what this was! The papers were in German! Well, no wonder she couldn't read them, who the hell speaks German, anyhow? Suddenly the wheels in her head started turning with a click. Blue! Blue's from Germany! He could probably decipher this crap. Tabby stood, shoving the papers under her arm, and exited the destroyed bedroom.
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"Sir, let's go over this again," Joseph tried, speaking slowly and calmly. "Now, you think you saw your son on TV?" As much as he tried, he couldn't completely keep the disbelief and pity from his voice.
"I don't think anything Joseph," the ex-count replied. He sighed. "I know what you think. You think I'm crazy. Just like the rest of them. But I KNOW what I saw!"
"Sir," Joseph began, moving to put his hand on the man's shoulder.
"Stop! Stop with the sympathy! I don't NEED your sympathy!" Johann screamed. "I don't WANT your sympathy! I KNOW WHAT I SAW, JOSEPH!" He stopped for a second, breathing deeply and staring at the other man. "My son is alive. The only thing I ever prayed for, it's come true."
Joseph couldn't argue anymore. If Johann thought he saw his son, he'd play along. He didn't want to break the mans heart again. "So what do you plan to do?"
"I don't know. I mean, what do I say to him? What will he think of me? There are so many questions. Too many. Maybe I shouldn't do anything. Maybe I should just take solace in the fact that he is well. I don't know." Johann rubbed his face in his hands. "Oh, Gott, Joseph. I never thought this would happen. Not in a million years."
"I understand, Sir. But you must think of all these things before you choose your next course of action." Joseph walked closer to his employer. "Perhaps you should get some sleep, sir. You're exhausting yourself."
Johann smiled. "You're right Joseph. You're always right. I need to think. I need to sleep." He began to leave the room, but turned back to his servant. "It's been sixteen years. Sixteen long years since I saw my son. You know, I never once held him? Touched him? Even spoke to him. But I've missed him."
"I know you have, sir," Joseph replied.
"And Raven. My Raven. I wonder, is she with him? What if this is my chance? To finally have the family I rightfully should? Oh, Gott, so much to think about."
"Tomorrow, sir, you can think tomorrow," Joseph started to lead Johann to his bedroom. "Get some rest, give everything time to sink in."
"Right again, Joseph!" Johann giggled. "Always, always right. It's what I pay you for, ja?" The brandy was taking it's course. The former count entered his bedroom, and closed the door. "Goodnight, Joseph."
"Goodnight, sir," Joseph replied as the door closed. He sighed in sympathy. The poor man was becoming delusional. It was one thing that he believed that his son was some kind of, blue, thing. It was another that he thought he was alive after all these years. Joseph really didn't know what had happened those years ago. He had worked for Johann for most of his adult life, nearly twenty years serving as his personal assistant. He had known the Countess Raven, although not very well. He was never very involved in the Count's personal life, and didn't take up living in the manor until after the 'incident'. Joseph never believed any of the rumors of a "demon" being born or any of that ridiculousness. What he really believed was that Raven had left him. Taken their child and left, and the Count, in his devastation, had made up this bizarre story to deal with it. But Johann had actually believed his lie, which was sadder than anything. And Joseph had always considered him a friend, he could never leave a friend.
Joseph made his way to his own bedroom. That latest outburst really depressed Joseph. Johann had gotten bad. Very bad. He was teetering on the edge, and Joseph had to pull him back. He had to make Johann accept the truth. His son was gone. That was that. He had to learn to move on.
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OK, R&R! I know, so frikken weird, I start this story like, two month ago and now I'm writing chapter 2...this may be a long time coming, folks. Anywho, yeah, Tabby's a daftie, ain't she?? Yeah, she ain't the brightest crayon in the box, nor the sharpest tool in the shed. Anywho, please PLEASE review!! It may just break my writers block!1 And then you'll all see more 647d12...ya want that don't ya?? REVIEW!!!
Anywho, took me long enough, but I finally kinda decided how I was gonna continue this fic. Tell me what ya think. R&R!
Disclaimer: My brother is sooooo Theo...
~&~
"Got any three's?" Freddy held his cards above his head.
"Go FISH!" Todd jumped into battle stance, before the deck of cards. Freddy moved forward and squashed the Toad as he put up his best defense.
"YES! My three! Another pair! Beat THAT!" Freddy grinned, victoriously.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Tabitha Smith asked as she entered the living room, if it could be called a living room.
"Extreme Go Fish, yo. Best game ever!" Todd exclaimed. "Got any queens?"
"Yeah, I do," Freddy said, bending over into Sumo stance. "Come and get em."
Tabby shook her head as the Toad bounced off Freddy's invulnerable gut and hit the wall. "You guys seriously need a hobby."
So did she, for that matter. Spring break barely looked it. It had rained every single day they were off, and everyone was getting a little bit of cabin fever. Boredom was getting her so bad, that she knew if she didn't find SOMETHING to do, she may be facing off with Toad and the Blob in a game of Battle Pinochle.
Walking through the halls of the Brotherhood house, she tried to figure out what the hell she could do. Hey! Lance! Lance could be fun!! She walked to his door and tried to turn the knob. It was locked.
"Uhh, I'm busy!" was the stuttered response. Spending the afternoon with his magazines, Tabby thought. Of course.
Now what was she gonna do? Pietro was not around right now, and she sure as hell wasn't going to try and buddy up to Wanda. What the hell was left?
A mischievous grin came across her face as she spied her old room. "Mystic's" room. Mystic wasn't around any more. She sure wouldn't mind if anyone maybe borrowed some of her stuff. Permanently.
She tried the door, but it was locked, as usual. Nothing one of her little bombs couldn't handle. She set it in the lock and backed away. In a second, the door was open.
The room was as lavish as she'd remembered it. Mystique had even managed to patch up some holes and fix some furniture from when Boom Boom had lived here. The place looked good, and there was a lot of stuff to look through. And "borrow".
Tabby started in the vanity, looking through the scarce make up and jewelry. A shape shifter really didn't have much need for these types of things. Boring. On to the wardrobe. Nothing much here either.
"This Mystic chick sucks!" Tabby said, as she opened the door to the closet. A few pieces of clothing, nothing too impressive. Some shoes on the floor and linens on the top shelf. Tabby grabbed a pair of shoes and threw them behind her. They hit the mirror and it shattered. She smirked. Ok, if she wasn't gonna find anything cool to steal, she'd just trash the place. At least it would stave off the boredom.
She started pulling clothing out of the closet and throwing it about the room. She took some of the make up off the vanity and spilled it all over the antique Chinese carpet by the bed. She pulled off one of her time bombs and threw it into the four post bed. It exploded in a flurry of feathers. Mystic liked down, Tabby smirked.
By this time, Tabby was having the time of her life. Twirling around the room, letting loose bombs, pulling more stuff from its place. Having exhausted nearly every piece of furniture, she returned to the closet and started pulling the linens out and scattering them. She pulled out the last linen, and barely managed to escape being hit by the large wine box that came with it. The box hit the ground, the top breaking off, and its contents scattering. She knelt down, somehow feeling the obligation to collect these items before scattering them again.
They were mostly clippings, but some full newspapers. There was a bundle of cloth amongst these things too. Curiously, Tabby unrolled the cloth, only to have a few pieces of jewelry clatter to the ground. She was nearly breathless upon examining these baubles. A pair of earrings and a necklace, more elegant and lavish than she had ever seen. Much nicer than the other jewelry that she had come across in the room. MUCH nicer. This was like nothing she had ever seen in any store. She was just in awe as she stared at it. She turned to the broken mirror and put the earrings in her ears, then the necklace around her neck. She looked like a princess.
She went back to the cloth, she unraveled, hoping to find more. She unraveled it the whole way, a little disappointed that there was nothing else. The cloth, she realized, was actually a night gown. A quite nice night gown, made of the finest silk. It was a bit on the large side, much larger than she'd ever need to wear. This was obviously made for a fatty, she reasoned.
Tabby put the gown in her lap, keeping the fabric against the skin of her arms. Just feeling it made her feel so good. Like royalty. Jeez, why didn't Mystic keep this stuff around? She wrapped the gown around her shoulders and turned to the clippings and newspapers. She couldn't understand a word of any of it, it definitely wasn't English. She scanned the newspapers, everything was in another language. Well, that sucks, she thought to herself. She looked over everything, looking for a word she knew. She recognized dates, damn, these papers were about as old as her! Even older!
She looked through the clippings and the papers, still trying to figure out what the hell they were about. She turned one of the yellowed pages of the paper, and stared in awe at the picture within. It was a picture of a couple, obviously of some kind of royalty or nobility, on their wedding day. The woman was absolutely gorgeous, all decked out in everything money could buy. The man was extremely handsome, beaming at his bride. There was something about him, she just couldn't put her finger on. Somehow he looked slightly familiar. But she was absolutely sure she'd never met anyone even like him.
She flipped through more of the papers and clippings, noticing this couple to be gracing every one. Always together, always happy, always in love. It was eery, how happy they were. Tabby didn't even believe that much happiness was possible. But she also didn't doubt that this was sincere.
Flipping through more of the pictures, she began to wonder about why Mystique had this stuff hidden in her room. Who were these people? She wished she could understand whatever language this was. As she flipped through the papers, she came to an extra large picture on one of the papers. It was the same couple. The woman stood facing outward with the man beside her. His hand rested protectively on her swollen belly, his smile wider than in any picture Tabby had seen. That smile! She knew she had seen that smile before. And the woman, she was pregnant! 'Well, duh!' Tabby thought. The gown she wore around her shoulders was most likely a maternity gown. That explained the size. Why the hell did Mystique have this woman's maternity gown? None of this really made any sense.
Tabby studied the paper more closely, looking for any type of clue. A word she recognized, aha! Berlin! She knew that, that's a city! In Germany! GERMAN! THAT'S what this was! The papers were in German! Well, no wonder she couldn't read them, who the hell speaks German, anyhow? Suddenly the wheels in her head started turning with a click. Blue! Blue's from Germany! He could probably decipher this crap. Tabby stood, shoving the papers under her arm, and exited the destroyed bedroom.
~&~
"Sir, let's go over this again," Joseph tried, speaking slowly and calmly. "Now, you think you saw your son on TV?" As much as he tried, he couldn't completely keep the disbelief and pity from his voice.
"I don't think anything Joseph," the ex-count replied. He sighed. "I know what you think. You think I'm crazy. Just like the rest of them. But I KNOW what I saw!"
"Sir," Joseph began, moving to put his hand on the man's shoulder.
"Stop! Stop with the sympathy! I don't NEED your sympathy!" Johann screamed. "I don't WANT your sympathy! I KNOW WHAT I SAW, JOSEPH!" He stopped for a second, breathing deeply and staring at the other man. "My son is alive. The only thing I ever prayed for, it's come true."
Joseph couldn't argue anymore. If Johann thought he saw his son, he'd play along. He didn't want to break the mans heart again. "So what do you plan to do?"
"I don't know. I mean, what do I say to him? What will he think of me? There are so many questions. Too many. Maybe I shouldn't do anything. Maybe I should just take solace in the fact that he is well. I don't know." Johann rubbed his face in his hands. "Oh, Gott, Joseph. I never thought this would happen. Not in a million years."
"I understand, Sir. But you must think of all these things before you choose your next course of action." Joseph walked closer to his employer. "Perhaps you should get some sleep, sir. You're exhausting yourself."
Johann smiled. "You're right Joseph. You're always right. I need to think. I need to sleep." He began to leave the room, but turned back to his servant. "It's been sixteen years. Sixteen long years since I saw my son. You know, I never once held him? Touched him? Even spoke to him. But I've missed him."
"I know you have, sir," Joseph replied.
"And Raven. My Raven. I wonder, is she with him? What if this is my chance? To finally have the family I rightfully should? Oh, Gott, so much to think about."
"Tomorrow, sir, you can think tomorrow," Joseph started to lead Johann to his bedroom. "Get some rest, give everything time to sink in."
"Right again, Joseph!" Johann giggled. "Always, always right. It's what I pay you for, ja?" The brandy was taking it's course. The former count entered his bedroom, and closed the door. "Goodnight, Joseph."
"Goodnight, sir," Joseph replied as the door closed. He sighed in sympathy. The poor man was becoming delusional. It was one thing that he believed that his son was some kind of, blue, thing. It was another that he thought he was alive after all these years. Joseph really didn't know what had happened those years ago. He had worked for Johann for most of his adult life, nearly twenty years serving as his personal assistant. He had known the Countess Raven, although not very well. He was never very involved in the Count's personal life, and didn't take up living in the manor until after the 'incident'. Joseph never believed any of the rumors of a "demon" being born or any of that ridiculousness. What he really believed was that Raven had left him. Taken their child and left, and the Count, in his devastation, had made up this bizarre story to deal with it. But Johann had actually believed his lie, which was sadder than anything. And Joseph had always considered him a friend, he could never leave a friend.
Joseph made his way to his own bedroom. That latest outburst really depressed Joseph. Johann had gotten bad. Very bad. He was teetering on the edge, and Joseph had to pull him back. He had to make Johann accept the truth. His son was gone. That was that. He had to learn to move on.
~&~
OK, R&R! I know, so frikken weird, I start this story like, two month ago and now I'm writing chapter 2...this may be a long time coming, folks. Anywho, yeah, Tabby's a daftie, ain't she?? Yeah, she ain't the brightest crayon in the box, nor the sharpest tool in the shed. Anywho, please PLEASE review!! It may just break my writers block!1 And then you'll all see more 647d12...ya want that don't ya?? REVIEW!!!