Something slams into the closed bedroom door, startling Logan and Gambit from pacing the hall in front of the bedroom. "I'm not changing clothes, Angel. This outfit looks fine,"Tara's voice comes from the closed door, muffled slightly. Logan knocks on the door, leaving something close to a dent. "Are you two fighting again?" "We don't fight, Logan!" Gambit snorts. "And Remy de king of French." "France, Gumbo" "Frances, de french." He shrugs just as the bedroom door opens. "If you would step back and allow the girl some room to come out,"Angel says, placing a hand against each of their chests and pushing them back,"Move already." The move pushes them both back only a few inches as Tara exits the bedroom. "Damn, wasn't aware that my getting ready for dinner was so....interesting." "It is when there's a boy involved, kid. What the hell are you wearing?" Tara glances down at her clothes-slightly tight black pants, red elbow-length top that buttons, then ties up the front, and some type of black shoes. She shrugs."Luke like this outfit." "Remy see why. De boy get quite an eyefull." "Clothes?" "Who's? I know you don't own anything like that....looks more fitting of Angel." "What's that suppoused to mean, Logan?" "It means you ain't exactly known for modesty, petite,"Gambit points out, glancing down at her clothes. For once she'd dressed normal in faded jeans and a gray sweatshirt with muppets across the front; he wasn't going to ask why. "I'm hurt, Logan, very hurt." "No, you're not. Tara, go change clothes." "No." "Go to your room and change into decent clothes." "Sure...."
Logan paces the front hall, listening even though he could smell the boy before he reached the door and rang the bell. The doorbell rings. Perfect timing, he thinks with a smile. He pulls the door open and glares up at the boy. "What?" "Is Tara here?" "Yes,"he answers the older boy, then proceeds to shut the door in his face. "Logan, that was him! That was Luke!" Tara appears behind him from some room off to the back. "Luke who? Didn't I say change clothes?" She moves past him, opening the door, still dressed in that disturbing outfit. "Was I suppoused to? Hi, Luke. Sorry about Logan. He's just rude..." She glowers at Logan, then moves back to allow 'Luke' inside. 'Luke' was tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed, and very big-in more then one way. There was no way he could be in their grade. Logan growls, recognizing a few scents he didn't like off the boy.He was beginning to debate killing him. "Luke, this is Logan. Logan, this is Luke, my boyfriend." "Boyfriend? Why didn't I know you had one of those?" Tara shrugs. "Forgot?" Just then Storm's voice interrupts from the kitchen. "Dinner! Tara, bring your friend!"
"How old are you, Luke?"Scott questions, cutting into his chicken with a fork but watches the teenager boy sitting beside Tara. "Seventeen." "Seveteen? Kind of old for Tara...she's just fourteen." Luke swallows what was in his mouth. "Tara's very mature for her age..." "Seventeen's old,"David says, ignoring his almost untouched food. Angel stuffs a piece of a biscuit into his mouth. "Shut up and eat." "How did you happen to meet the KID?" Logan stresses the word "kid" when he directs the question. Luke shrugs. "Band. I helped her learn to play the drums." Too reasons to kill him now. Logan adds 'Helped Tara learn to Play Drums' to his mental list and buries the thought for the moment. The Cajun was blankly poking at his food since he couldn't speak or eat with Rogue's duct tape over his mouth. His solution to Gambit's annoying third person and french. "Rogue, would you please take the tape off Remy's mouth? He's hungry." "How would you know this, Angel?" "Just can." "Why can't I play the drums?" Angel stuffs a forkful of potatoes into David's gaping mouth. "Stop talking. No drums, no horns, no nothing." "Stop tormenting my son." "Make him shut up." "OWWWWW!" Gambit rubs his mouth and chin, completly bare of it's usual stubble thanks to the force with which Rogue ripped the duct tape off his mouth.
The dinner conversations are stopped with the arrival of the Professor and 'Father' Wagner. "Hello, everyone." Silence comes for a moment, then Tara and Angel both get up. "Kurt!" First one, then the other hugs him tightly. "Um..I'm need of your help,"Kurt says, patting both teeangers on the head, lightly before they return to their respectful seats. Logan doesn't look away from Luke. "Is it important? We were just getting to know Tara's seventeen-year-old boyfriend." He emphasizes his age. "Mein Gott, ein Kind molester." (My God, a child molester.) He crosses shimself No one translates the German, except for Rogue who stands and elbows her foster brother. "Don't. I think Kurt needs us." "And?" Gambit continues shuffling his food into his mouth at lightening speed. She glowers at him. "Get up, all of you except Angel, Tara, Luke, and David." Her glares turns to a death glare; the others quickly stand. Scott shakes Luke's hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Luke." Luke simply nods, then mumbles quietly to Tara. "Does his door swing on two hinges?" Angel rolls her eyes. "Oui."
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"Quite the family you have there, Tara. What are the chances that I get to do it again?" Tara sighs and shrugs, leading Luke out of the mansion and to the gate. "When it rains carrot juice." "Guess that's a no....are they always this weird?" "Sometimes worse,"she replies, stopping beside her,"Angel and Remy behaved at least." "I didn't know you and Angel lived together." Tara nods. "Yeah, she's my best friend." "Right. No chance of me doing this again?" "No way in h--" She stops speaking as the familiar sound of the BlackBird leaving draws her attention. Luke looks around. "What's that?" "Helicopter." "Around here?" "Yep. Airport not too far back. I'm sorry about what Kurt said." "He must have been the late arrival. What did he say, Tara?" Tara shrugs and looks up at her window where Angel sits writing on the window, backwards. The words read. I WANT DETAILS. David peers out beside her. "Great....I think you should leave." "Do you want me to cause I could stay..." Luke bends his head and kisses her; she returns it after a slight hesitation. After a moment she shakes her head. "Logan would kill you besides I have to help get David ready for bed." "Right. Bye, Tara." He kisses her twice more before finally exiting the gate. Tara shakes her head. "Why me?" Her walk back into the mansion takes a very short time, but when she closes the door the phone rings. She allows it to ring four times, then picks up. "What?" "We'll talk later. The Luke conversation isn't over." "Yes, Logan. Hang up the phone and go screw yourself." She hangs up, then walks upstairs, ignoring the second ringing that has just begun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Big moment next chapter. Angel and Tara get full mutations...how bad can it be? Let's just say normal doesn't even compare to two new mutants with very little control. This may take several chapters to get the complete story.
Brotherhoood: They get mutations!? *run and hide*
X-Men: *stunned silence, marred by shuffling of cards*
Gambit: Remy so proud of dem.
Other X-Men: *attack Gambit with random cooking utensils and candles*
Right, this is why I need a reviews. In order to buy them some decent weapons of torture. Any ideas, Anything but Ordinary3? Others ideas welcome. Yes, IDEAS.
Logan paces the front hall, listening even though he could smell the boy before he reached the door and rang the bell. The doorbell rings. Perfect timing, he thinks with a smile. He pulls the door open and glares up at the boy. "What?" "Is Tara here?" "Yes,"he answers the older boy, then proceeds to shut the door in his face. "Logan, that was him! That was Luke!" Tara appears behind him from some room off to the back. "Luke who? Didn't I say change clothes?" She moves past him, opening the door, still dressed in that disturbing outfit. "Was I suppoused to? Hi, Luke. Sorry about Logan. He's just rude..." She glowers at Logan, then moves back to allow 'Luke' inside. 'Luke' was tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed, and very big-in more then one way. There was no way he could be in their grade. Logan growls, recognizing a few scents he didn't like off the boy.He was beginning to debate killing him. "Luke, this is Logan. Logan, this is Luke, my boyfriend." "Boyfriend? Why didn't I know you had one of those?" Tara shrugs. "Forgot?" Just then Storm's voice interrupts from the kitchen. "Dinner! Tara, bring your friend!"
"How old are you, Luke?"Scott questions, cutting into his chicken with a fork but watches the teenager boy sitting beside Tara. "Seventeen." "Seveteen? Kind of old for Tara...she's just fourteen." Luke swallows what was in his mouth. "Tara's very mature for her age..." "Seventeen's old,"David says, ignoring his almost untouched food. Angel stuffs a piece of a biscuit into his mouth. "Shut up and eat." "How did you happen to meet the KID?" Logan stresses the word "kid" when he directs the question. Luke shrugs. "Band. I helped her learn to play the drums." Too reasons to kill him now. Logan adds 'Helped Tara learn to Play Drums' to his mental list and buries the thought for the moment. The Cajun was blankly poking at his food since he couldn't speak or eat with Rogue's duct tape over his mouth. His solution to Gambit's annoying third person and french. "Rogue, would you please take the tape off Remy's mouth? He's hungry." "How would you know this, Angel?" "Just can." "Why can't I play the drums?" Angel stuffs a forkful of potatoes into David's gaping mouth. "Stop talking. No drums, no horns, no nothing." "Stop tormenting my son." "Make him shut up." "OWWWWW!" Gambit rubs his mouth and chin, completly bare of it's usual stubble thanks to the force with which Rogue ripped the duct tape off his mouth.
The dinner conversations are stopped with the arrival of the Professor and 'Father' Wagner. "Hello, everyone." Silence comes for a moment, then Tara and Angel both get up. "Kurt!" First one, then the other hugs him tightly. "Um..I'm need of your help,"Kurt says, patting both teeangers on the head, lightly before they return to their respectful seats. Logan doesn't look away from Luke. "Is it important? We were just getting to know Tara's seventeen-year-old boyfriend." He emphasizes his age. "Mein Gott, ein Kind molester." (My God, a child molester.) He crosses shimself No one translates the German, except for Rogue who stands and elbows her foster brother. "Don't. I think Kurt needs us." "And?" Gambit continues shuffling his food into his mouth at lightening speed. She glowers at him. "Get up, all of you except Angel, Tara, Luke, and David." Her glares turns to a death glare; the others quickly stand. Scott shakes Luke's hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Luke." Luke simply nods, then mumbles quietly to Tara. "Does his door swing on two hinges?" Angel rolls her eyes. "Oui."
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"Quite the family you have there, Tara. What are the chances that I get to do it again?" Tara sighs and shrugs, leading Luke out of the mansion and to the gate. "When it rains carrot juice." "Guess that's a no....are they always this weird?" "Sometimes worse,"she replies, stopping beside her,"Angel and Remy behaved at least." "I didn't know you and Angel lived together." Tara nods. "Yeah, she's my best friend." "Right. No chance of me doing this again?" "No way in h--" She stops speaking as the familiar sound of the BlackBird leaving draws her attention. Luke looks around. "What's that?" "Helicopter." "Around here?" "Yep. Airport not too far back. I'm sorry about what Kurt said." "He must have been the late arrival. What did he say, Tara?" Tara shrugs and looks up at her window where Angel sits writing on the window, backwards. The words read. I WANT DETAILS. David peers out beside her. "Great....I think you should leave." "Do you want me to cause I could stay..." Luke bends his head and kisses her; she returns it after a slight hesitation. After a moment she shakes her head. "Logan would kill you besides I have to help get David ready for bed." "Right. Bye, Tara." He kisses her twice more before finally exiting the gate. Tara shakes her head. "Why me?" Her walk back into the mansion takes a very short time, but when she closes the door the phone rings. She allows it to ring four times, then picks up. "What?" "We'll talk later. The Luke conversation isn't over." "Yes, Logan. Hang up the phone and go screw yourself." She hangs up, then walks upstairs, ignoring the second ringing that has just begun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Big moment next chapter. Angel and Tara get full mutations...how bad can it be? Let's just say normal doesn't even compare to two new mutants with very little control. This may take several chapters to get the complete story.
Brotherhoood: They get mutations!? *run and hide*
X-Men: *stunned silence, marred by shuffling of cards*
Gambit: Remy so proud of dem.
Other X-Men: *attack Gambit with random cooking utensils and candles*
Right, this is why I need a reviews. In order to buy them some decent weapons of torture. Any ideas, Anything but Ordinary3? Others ideas welcome. Yes, IDEAS.