Meaning of Christmas and all that stuff
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "The line waiting to see Santa Claus stretched all the way back to Terre Haute. And I was at the end of it"
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Snitter in Rivendell - Nope, Tabby and Forge weren't a couple (considering they had a Twenty year age gap and all, heh heh). Tabby created the 'Reach Out To Mutants' charity thingie and Forge created the technology...more like buisness partners...until Lance and Pie stepped in, that is ;)
ASGT - Sorry, i'm not emailing you the answer, you have to wait, just like everyone else.
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Chapter 6 - The Ghost of Christmas Present
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After Pietro's rather...unsettling experience with the deceased Forge, he had gone into his room to attempt to sleep. When he awoke a few hours later...he assumed it had all been one VERY bizare dream and that he would never eat a Kiwi and Lime pie ever again. He yawned as he turned in his bed to look at the clock. The digital numbers shone 6:00 in the darkness. Pietro sat up and stretched, oh great, Christmas morning, oh well, at least he would get plenty of buisness today. He clambered out of bed and plodded out of his room. As he crossed his living room to his bathroom, the TV turned itself on. Pietro paused, blinking. He walked cautiously over to the remote control and tried to turn the TV off....only to find it wouldn't do so.
"....That's.....weird", he said, shaking his head, walking over to the TV socket and pulling the plug out.
HAH! That would stop it!. He turned to the screen, expecting to see nothing but blankness...when instead he saw that strange snow effect one gets when the TV is tuned out. Only..Pietro's TV WASN'T tuned out...the TV was off! He looked at the plug in his hand and blinked, before giving a squeaking sound and dropping it, backing away from the TV and turning his back to it, looking around the room angrily.
"I'm ready!", he shouted at the ceiling, "come on, ghostie, BRING IT ON!!!!"
BOOM!
Pietro leapt about 6 feet into the air when one of his walls exploded, Tabitha Smith falling through the hole she had made.
"Stupid lousy...", she muttered under her breath, "last time i take directions from Lance Alvers...if he wasn't dead i'd kill him"
Pietro's backed away slightly as he looked Tabby over. She looked very much like as she had been when she was alive...if it wasn't for the huge gaping sentinel-blast hole in her midrift. He could literally see right through her to the wall on the other side. She smiled up at him, giving him a wave.
"Hi Pie", she said, grinning, "miss me?"
"Like a hole in the head", said Pietro.
"...Funny", said Tabby rolling her eyes, then wincing, "sorry about the wall....oh well, you can probably afford a new one anyway"
She cleared her throat, then made her own little fanfare sound.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Present", she said, "look upon me...go on, look!".
Pietro blinked.
"Christmas Present?", he said, snorting, "oh, you're job's already done, i've seen present, i saw it this morning, it's Christmas now, i can go out by myself....you can go back to wherever it is you go and...."
"Pietro", said Tabby with a patient smile, "i'm going to show you things that you would never see otherwise....maybe it'll drum some sense into you"
Pietro kept his distance from her, eyeing her wairily.
"..Yeah...sure", he said, "like i have a choice?"
He flinched when Tabby appeared right next to him.
"You seem nervous, Pie", said Tabby, a scarily sweet smile on her face.
"Well, considering i still have the bruises and lumps from the LAST Ghost, you can't blame me for being a LITTLE nervous"
"Awwww, Pietro", said Tabby gently, putting her arm around his shoulder, "i would never hurt you"
"Really?", Pietro squeaked.
Tabby smiled sweetly at him before her smile faded.
"No", she replied, grabbing his ear and twisting it.
"Arrrggg!", screamed Pietro, trying to twist out of her grip, "Uncle, Uncle!!!!"
"THAT'S for making my beloved CHARITY into a buisness, you money grabbing piece of toilet scum", growled Tabby, kneeing him in the stomach for good measure.
"Do the deceased just NOT like me or something?", wheezed Pietro, favouring his new injuries.
"Only the ones you screwed over", replied Tabby, then breathed out a sigh, "wow i feel better, been cooping that up for years. Right, lets get moving, shall we?"
"Can we just talk about it instead?", asked Pietro weakly.
He was answered by a shifting of scenes....until he found himself standing in the Drakes's living room with Tabby. He glanced around, his brow furrowing.
"Why did you bring me to loserhouse?", he asked, crossing his arms.
"Who said they were losers?", said Tabby.
Jubilee was sitting in a small chair, curled up next to a tiny fire, trying her best to keep warm. She jumped as she was brought out of her dozing state by Bobby, who gave her a sly smile, holding something behind his back.
"Bobby...", she said, craning her neck to try and see what he was hiding, "what have you got?. You promised you wouldn't buy anything until we could afford our SCS back".
"I didn't buy anything, honest", said Bobby, inocently.
He grinned and gave her a wink, bringing his hand from around his back, revealing a tiny ice ballerina in the palm of his hand. He flicked it with his other, so it spun around in his hand. Jubilee's face lit up happily.
"Remember this?", said Bobby, an irreparable grin on his face, kissing her cheek gently, "Merry Christmas Jubes"
"Sure do", said Jubilee, snuggling up to him, "Merry Christmas, Bobby"
Pietro rolled his eyes.
"What's wrong with them?", said Pietro, "they are stuck in an unprotected home with no money. How can they be so happy?"
"They're in love", said Tabby simply, "like they have been since the day they met"
"Yeah, right", scoffed Pietro, "they still have nothing"
Tabby smiled happily at the pair.
"...I wouldn't say that", she said, "they have each other....that's all they need".
The Drake home faded as Pietro found himself in a home he knew very well..though one had hadn't visited in over a year. The Alvers home. He watched as Kitty was sat on the couch, looking through some photo albums, a tear streaked down her face.
"Gee...she really misses Lance", said Pietro, "i would have thought she'd have got over it by now"
"Got over it?", Tabby rolled her eyes, "Pietro, a YEAR ago she lost the guy who she ahd been in love with since she was fifteen. You don't 'get over' things like that, EVER".
Pietro sighed, shaking his head disbelievingly, walking over to Kitty and looking at the picture over her shoulder. It was at their wedding day..he'd been best man, and could be seen in the background, tying cans to the back of their car. Kitty sniffed, putting the book down and pulling a blanket over herself, giving off a small sob.
"You should have gone to the funeral, Pie", said Tabby, "she wanted you there...Lance wanted you there. He bitched about it all day. The rest of us Ghosts were sick of him by the end of it".
The scene changed again, this time to the 'Mutie Graveyard'. Pietro sighed as he followed Tabby through the gravemarkers.....he was spending WAY too much time here in these past few hours. In front of him, Tabby stopped dead, Pietro ending up ploughing right THROUGH her....it was NOT a pleasant experience. He shuddered before turning his head to what the Ghost was watching. At Kurt's grave sat Amanda, quietly changing some old flowers for new.
"Another cold one today", she said quietly to the grave, "Christmas is so...quiet nowadays, it's a pitty"
"Yup, she's gone loopy", said Pietro with a snort, "she's talking to the dead"
Tabby gave him a long, slow look.
"Pietro...would you care to say how many dead people YOU'VE spoken to today?"
"That's different!", insisted Pietro, "you guys talk back....even if i wish you didn't".
Tabby resisted the urge to throw a boom ball at him. Instead, she tilted her head as a cloacked figure walked through the headstones, to join Amanda silently. Pietro squinted, leaning forward to see who the figure was. He was answered soon enough, when the figure pushed back her hood, revealing Mystique. She put a comforting hand on her daughter-in-laws shoulder. Amanda turned and gave Mystique a weak smile. No words exchanged between them, there was no need for them anymore. They just stood together in their grief, sielntly watching over the grave of someone they both cared deeply for.
"I didn't know Mystique was still alive, i haven't seen her around", said Pietro.
"She's been living out of town, she comes here every year", said Tabby quietly, "you haven't seen her around because you never come here to pay your respects".
Pietro shrugged.
"And you guys actually CARE if people go to where your bodies are burried?"
"Yes, we do", said Tabby, "at least then, we know we're not forgotten. Just because we're dead doesn't mean we don't feel anymore, you know?"
With that, she started to walk away, the gaveyard disintergrating as they moved onwards.
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And in the next chapter, you will find out who Wanda is married to. I see alot of questions about the Vision, as seen as i don't like him, and this is just for the Evo chracters, nope i can assure you it is NOT Vision, or any other character that hasn't appeared on Evo. That narrows it down a bit for you ;) Do review. Until next time..
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "The line waiting to see Santa Claus stretched all the way back to Terre Haute. And I was at the end of it"
***
Snitter in Rivendell - Nope, Tabby and Forge weren't a couple (considering they had a Twenty year age gap and all, heh heh). Tabby created the 'Reach Out To Mutants' charity thingie and Forge created the technology...more like buisness partners...until Lance and Pie stepped in, that is ;)
ASGT - Sorry, i'm not emailing you the answer, you have to wait, just like everyone else.
***
Chapter 6 - The Ghost of Christmas Present
****
After Pietro's rather...unsettling experience with the deceased Forge, he had gone into his room to attempt to sleep. When he awoke a few hours later...he assumed it had all been one VERY bizare dream and that he would never eat a Kiwi and Lime pie ever again. He yawned as he turned in his bed to look at the clock. The digital numbers shone 6:00 in the darkness. Pietro sat up and stretched, oh great, Christmas morning, oh well, at least he would get plenty of buisness today. He clambered out of bed and plodded out of his room. As he crossed his living room to his bathroom, the TV turned itself on. Pietro paused, blinking. He walked cautiously over to the remote control and tried to turn the TV off....only to find it wouldn't do so.
"....That's.....weird", he said, shaking his head, walking over to the TV socket and pulling the plug out.
HAH! That would stop it!. He turned to the screen, expecting to see nothing but blankness...when instead he saw that strange snow effect one gets when the TV is tuned out. Only..Pietro's TV WASN'T tuned out...the TV was off! He looked at the plug in his hand and blinked, before giving a squeaking sound and dropping it, backing away from the TV and turning his back to it, looking around the room angrily.
"I'm ready!", he shouted at the ceiling, "come on, ghostie, BRING IT ON!!!!"
BOOM!
Pietro leapt about 6 feet into the air when one of his walls exploded, Tabitha Smith falling through the hole she had made.
"Stupid lousy...", she muttered under her breath, "last time i take directions from Lance Alvers...if he wasn't dead i'd kill him"
Pietro's backed away slightly as he looked Tabby over. She looked very much like as she had been when she was alive...if it wasn't for the huge gaping sentinel-blast hole in her midrift. He could literally see right through her to the wall on the other side. She smiled up at him, giving him a wave.
"Hi Pie", she said, grinning, "miss me?"
"Like a hole in the head", said Pietro.
"...Funny", said Tabby rolling her eyes, then wincing, "sorry about the wall....oh well, you can probably afford a new one anyway"
She cleared her throat, then made her own little fanfare sound.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Present", she said, "look upon me...go on, look!".
Pietro blinked.
"Christmas Present?", he said, snorting, "oh, you're job's already done, i've seen present, i saw it this morning, it's Christmas now, i can go out by myself....you can go back to wherever it is you go and...."
"Pietro", said Tabby with a patient smile, "i'm going to show you things that you would never see otherwise....maybe it'll drum some sense into you"
Pietro kept his distance from her, eyeing her wairily.
"..Yeah...sure", he said, "like i have a choice?"
He flinched when Tabby appeared right next to him.
"You seem nervous, Pie", said Tabby, a scarily sweet smile on her face.
"Well, considering i still have the bruises and lumps from the LAST Ghost, you can't blame me for being a LITTLE nervous"
"Awwww, Pietro", said Tabby gently, putting her arm around his shoulder, "i would never hurt you"
"Really?", Pietro squeaked.
Tabby smiled sweetly at him before her smile faded.
"No", she replied, grabbing his ear and twisting it.
"Arrrggg!", screamed Pietro, trying to twist out of her grip, "Uncle, Uncle!!!!"
"THAT'S for making my beloved CHARITY into a buisness, you money grabbing piece of toilet scum", growled Tabby, kneeing him in the stomach for good measure.
"Do the deceased just NOT like me or something?", wheezed Pietro, favouring his new injuries.
"Only the ones you screwed over", replied Tabby, then breathed out a sigh, "wow i feel better, been cooping that up for years. Right, lets get moving, shall we?"
"Can we just talk about it instead?", asked Pietro weakly.
He was answered by a shifting of scenes....until he found himself standing in the Drakes's living room with Tabby. He glanced around, his brow furrowing.
"Why did you bring me to loserhouse?", he asked, crossing his arms.
"Who said they were losers?", said Tabby.
Jubilee was sitting in a small chair, curled up next to a tiny fire, trying her best to keep warm. She jumped as she was brought out of her dozing state by Bobby, who gave her a sly smile, holding something behind his back.
"Bobby...", she said, craning her neck to try and see what he was hiding, "what have you got?. You promised you wouldn't buy anything until we could afford our SCS back".
"I didn't buy anything, honest", said Bobby, inocently.
He grinned and gave her a wink, bringing his hand from around his back, revealing a tiny ice ballerina in the palm of his hand. He flicked it with his other, so it spun around in his hand. Jubilee's face lit up happily.
"Remember this?", said Bobby, an irreparable grin on his face, kissing her cheek gently, "Merry Christmas Jubes"
"Sure do", said Jubilee, snuggling up to him, "Merry Christmas, Bobby"
Pietro rolled his eyes.
"What's wrong with them?", said Pietro, "they are stuck in an unprotected home with no money. How can they be so happy?"
"They're in love", said Tabby simply, "like they have been since the day they met"
"Yeah, right", scoffed Pietro, "they still have nothing"
Tabby smiled happily at the pair.
"...I wouldn't say that", she said, "they have each other....that's all they need".
The Drake home faded as Pietro found himself in a home he knew very well..though one had hadn't visited in over a year. The Alvers home. He watched as Kitty was sat on the couch, looking through some photo albums, a tear streaked down her face.
"Gee...she really misses Lance", said Pietro, "i would have thought she'd have got over it by now"
"Got over it?", Tabby rolled her eyes, "Pietro, a YEAR ago she lost the guy who she ahd been in love with since she was fifteen. You don't 'get over' things like that, EVER".
Pietro sighed, shaking his head disbelievingly, walking over to Kitty and looking at the picture over her shoulder. It was at their wedding day..he'd been best man, and could be seen in the background, tying cans to the back of their car. Kitty sniffed, putting the book down and pulling a blanket over herself, giving off a small sob.
"You should have gone to the funeral, Pie", said Tabby, "she wanted you there...Lance wanted you there. He bitched about it all day. The rest of us Ghosts were sick of him by the end of it".
The scene changed again, this time to the 'Mutie Graveyard'. Pietro sighed as he followed Tabby through the gravemarkers.....he was spending WAY too much time here in these past few hours. In front of him, Tabby stopped dead, Pietro ending up ploughing right THROUGH her....it was NOT a pleasant experience. He shuddered before turning his head to what the Ghost was watching. At Kurt's grave sat Amanda, quietly changing some old flowers for new.
"Another cold one today", she said quietly to the grave, "Christmas is so...quiet nowadays, it's a pitty"
"Yup, she's gone loopy", said Pietro with a snort, "she's talking to the dead"
Tabby gave him a long, slow look.
"Pietro...would you care to say how many dead people YOU'VE spoken to today?"
"That's different!", insisted Pietro, "you guys talk back....even if i wish you didn't".
Tabby resisted the urge to throw a boom ball at him. Instead, she tilted her head as a cloacked figure walked through the headstones, to join Amanda silently. Pietro squinted, leaning forward to see who the figure was. He was answered soon enough, when the figure pushed back her hood, revealing Mystique. She put a comforting hand on her daughter-in-laws shoulder. Amanda turned and gave Mystique a weak smile. No words exchanged between them, there was no need for them anymore. They just stood together in their grief, sielntly watching over the grave of someone they both cared deeply for.
"I didn't know Mystique was still alive, i haven't seen her around", said Pietro.
"She's been living out of town, she comes here every year", said Tabby quietly, "you haven't seen her around because you never come here to pay your respects".
Pietro shrugged.
"And you guys actually CARE if people go to where your bodies are burried?"
"Yes, we do", said Tabby, "at least then, we know we're not forgotten. Just because we're dead doesn't mean we don't feel anymore, you know?"
With that, she started to walk away, the gaveyard disintergrating as they moved onwards.
***
And in the next chapter, you will find out who Wanda is married to. I see alot of questions about the Vision, as seen as i don't like him, and this is just for the Evo chracters, nope i can assure you it is NOT Vision, or any other character that hasn't appeared on Evo. That narrows it down a bit for you ;) Do review. Until next time..