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Anything but Ordinary3: The one with Hank, Bobby, and Tara got removed because people gave me so much negative feedback about Bobby's party joke. This is why it was removed and won't be finished. Sorry to you. This story has two more chapters, including this one. The last two chapters will be very depressing but it is necessary for the next installment.
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~Tara, Angel, Logan, Remy!~ Logan looked up at the voice in his mind as did the other three whose names had been called. "I think we're in trouble,"Tara mumbled as she moved her drums aside and began stuffing music into a folder,"Go see what he wants, Logan, Rems." "Non, you will both be coming with us for once...it be time for dis cajun to stop playing referee. March.." Gambit points at the door. Angel and Tara shuffle out of the room, toward Xavier's office. Their adults follow them and wait at the door as Tara knocks. "Enter." "That's not good, Remy, I think he's upset,"Angel said, entering into the office; she hovered close to the doorway along with Tara as Logan and Gambit both went in and settled into chairs. "You called, Xavier?" Logan leaned back, stretching out his legs in front of him. Xavier glowers at them. "Do you have any idea how many windows those two morons and their band have broken in nine days?" "Um....nine, mon ami?" "Eighteen, mon ami,"he growls, mocking his accent,"Who's to pay for these, Logan, Remy?" "You've paid for the last two-hundred and sixteen in the ten years we've had the kids..." "Yes, have. Past tense. No more...until the eighteen windows are paid for you're both grounded."
"WHAT?!" "Grounded. Tara can't leave her room except to go to the medlab and Angel can't leave except for training. Understood?" "Professor, how will de petites attend classes?" Xavier shrugs. "Jean will come to their rooms, seperately and teach them, seperately." Angel raises her hand. "Um...we share a room." "Not anymore. Tara, from now on you stay in the room across from Logan's...don't complain, Logan." Logan settles for growling at the older man. "Rogue and Storm moved your stuff earlier, Tara...there's no reason for you to see Angel again until your groundings are up." "That's not fair!" "And? Breaking window and making me pay for them isn't fair....Tara, drumsticks. Angel, mouth piece. Now." Xavier holds out his hand; both girls reluctantly place the items in his hand before returning to the doorway. Logan and Gambit both remains silent until Xavier turned to them. "You two will need to make enough money to replace at least eleven windoss and I MIGHT replace the other seven. MIGHT." "Yes, Charles,"both reply like children who know they've been bad and are now being punished for it. "All of you go to your room.." Four pair of feet shuffle out as foor pairs of eyes stare at the ground. Gambit and Logan shuffled off to their room, muttering about stupid rules, stupid windows, and stupid kids.
Tara stopped outside the door to what had been hers and Angel's bedroom. "Guess this means we won't see each other for awhile, huh?" "Yeah." "Won't see daylight, either, Angel." "Speak for yourself. I can...I know how to sneak out." Tara scowls and says playfully,"I hate you." Angel smirks in the process of opening the door. "Who doesn't? Bye, Tara." "Bye, Angel." She watched until the bedroom door shut firmly behind her friend then went off to her new room. It'll definetly be weird to not share a room with Angel, she thought upon entering the room and looking around it, but I have always wanted my own room and it's green. Maybe seperation isn't so bad. I could almost get used to being apart from her but I'd have to come back. Tara slid the door shut again and walked around, looking at things before flopping down on her bed; she stared at the ceiling. "This is new..."
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Mystique waited outside the institute, watching from her new form as the girl slipped through the window and to the ground, dusting off her hands. She listens to her mutterings about being dirty when you have a date and how she'd explain the problem to Remy later. Just a little while longer and it'll be perfect. She waits until the girl passed directly under her then leaps down, catching her throat in a tight grip. It seems longer but was only a few moments before she passes out, unconscience. Mystique shifts slowly. Her hair grows out and changes to brown with black streaks, green eyes replace the yellow, and her scales are replaced by human skin along with jeans and a somewhat too big shirt that fell well over her wrists. She smiles. "Perfect. You have been helpful, Angel,"she tells the girl as she placed Angel's limp body in a clump of bushes before setting off back in the direction the girl had come,"Saber didn't lie about how easy this was." She climbed through the window she'd watched Angel come out of; settling onto the floor to rub 'her' foot after slammming it into the desk under the window. "How many people keep a desk under their window? Not many."
"You would be one, wouldn't you, Angel?" Mystique didn't answer then finally looks up to see Jean. "Right, Red. Now go away." "You have a lesson today, Angel. Charles said that I was to inform you of that and have you ready in exactly two hours. You'll be ready?" The annoying redhead leans against hte doorway as if she'd done it all the time. Mystique smiles. "Of course... I'll be ready and waiting." "Right. Tara said to tell you Logan went to sleep...she said to come by her room. Don't go." Jean walks off leaving 'Angel' making faces behind her back. "I hate her so much." Mystique counts to eleven before moving out into the hallway and down the hall; she wasn't sure where Tara's room was but wandering would find it. Several interesting turns and strange noises later she finds a bedroom with three jagged wood impressions on the door like someone's claws. She smirks. Tara's room. She knocks, waiting. "Logan, go away! There's no one in here except for me!" "It's Angel! Come on..." The door opens and Tara's head pokes out. "Angel, about time....Drama Queen was up here earlier. I'm hungry....come with me to get food. We can't be banned from that....could we?" "Doubt it, Tara. Come on...we have to be quiet." Mystique smiles, thinking how easy it would be to take the girl and vanish before anyone even discovered about what had happened to the real Angel.
"Angel, quiet isn't as easy for you as it is for everyone else. You haven't been quiet since I met you....we were four and a half." She simply nods, unsure of how Angel would answer. "What do you want to eat? Ice cream....nevermind, too much sugar. Sandwiches....no meat except Logan's tuna. *shudder* There's nothing here. Damn Summers ate all the food!" 'Angel' smiles. "Let's go out then...it won't take long but we'd get in trouble for a delivery guy." "No, Angel, I promised Logan I'd be good so I can keep my computer,"Tara says, closing the fridge and going through cabinets,"I have to behave." "Have I ever lied or gotten you in trouble, Tara?" Mystique prays it's the right words. It obviously isn't as she laughs. "Does Kitty have fangs?" "We have a kitty?" Tara sighs,"Kitty. Remember our baby-sitter when we were little....he's so sweet even if he called us demon spawn. Maybe going out is good." Mystique smiles. "This is me, Angel. I wouldn't suggest it if it wasn't good....right?" "You're getting weird. Maybe we should get you some food.." Mystique smirks as they exit the mansion; Sabertooth was waiting. Tara brightens at the sight of him. "Kitty!" His "smile" is grim. "Hello, kid..." The next few moments are a blur but a small scuffle later the institute's outdoor area was clear of anything except grass and a few torn trees and things...........Tara was also gone......
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"Where the hell is Tara?" Logan knew something was wrong from the moment he heard someone sobbing and Rogue's quiet voice, speaking. Storm, Hank, and Gambit look up from the table; Jean looks up from playing with David. "Logan, calm down...something's come up,"Jean says, climbing up from where she had been sitting cross-legged on the floor playing with her son,"there's a problem with Tara." His blades exit his hands the same instant as he moves toward the living room. A hand touches his arm. "Don', mon ami. The petites upset enough wit'out anyt'ing else to deal with..." Gambit's voice is quiet and Logan can sense the sadness in it. The emotion was strange from him. He hadn't felt much sadness from him since the day he and the kid said I do. The emotion was foreign. "What happened, Remy?"he asks, using the man's name rather then some nickname,"Is she okay?" Hank interrupts. "She's with the brotherhood, Logan....from what we've gotten from Angel it was her form used to get to Tara. Angel feels guilty; she's projecting so badly Jean can't go near her and Charles has gone into his mind to protect himself." Logan's blades enter in. "When?" "It's been a while..it's like the reality hasn't set in yet. Angel keeps asking when she'll come back,"he continues, staring down at the table and his untouched twinkies,"Rogue's barely gotten her to stop crying."
"Where is she?" Gambit sighs,"Which one, mon ami?" "Angel. I want to check on her,"he replies before going off in the direction of the living room. It wasn't hard to find Angel. She was projecting and it wasn't easy to deal with where anyone was concerned. He fights it and enters the room. "Rogue, she okay?" Rogue looks up from where she had been sitting beside the couch, stroking Angel's hair. She nods. "As close as she can get right now. Remy and Hank tell you?" He nods. "I'll bring Tara back." Angel turns to face him. Tears have made her face paler then normal and run the eyeliner that had been encircling her eyes; she smiles, barely. "It's my fault, Logan. I'm sorry." She turns back over, burying her face against a pillow as she begins to cry again. Logan starts to speak but Rogue shakes her head. "Go, Logan." He didn't need any further encouragement as his blades exit and he walks back out of the room, dragging them along the wall and leaving six long slashes down the hall. The others were waiting. He stops just in front of Gambit. "We're going, Gumbo. Hank, come but 'Ro, stay with Jean, Rogue, and Angel. We'll be back with Tara. I swear I'll kill them all for this, even Toad..............."
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The big finale is up next then the third part(eventually)- The Unreal World. It seems kind of ridiculous but it all comes to light next chapter and in the third....this must happen. Enjoy, my readers.
Anything but Ordinary3: The one with Hank, Bobby, and Tara got removed because people gave me so much negative feedback about Bobby's party joke. This is why it was removed and won't be finished. Sorry to you. This story has two more chapters, including this one. The last two chapters will be very depressing but it is necessary for the next installment.
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~Tara, Angel, Logan, Remy!~ Logan looked up at the voice in his mind as did the other three whose names had been called. "I think we're in trouble,"Tara mumbled as she moved her drums aside and began stuffing music into a folder,"Go see what he wants, Logan, Rems." "Non, you will both be coming with us for once...it be time for dis cajun to stop playing referee. March.." Gambit points at the door. Angel and Tara shuffle out of the room, toward Xavier's office. Their adults follow them and wait at the door as Tara knocks. "Enter." "That's not good, Remy, I think he's upset,"Angel said, entering into the office; she hovered close to the doorway along with Tara as Logan and Gambit both went in and settled into chairs. "You called, Xavier?" Logan leaned back, stretching out his legs in front of him. Xavier glowers at them. "Do you have any idea how many windows those two morons and their band have broken in nine days?" "Um....nine, mon ami?" "Eighteen, mon ami,"he growls, mocking his accent,"Who's to pay for these, Logan, Remy?" "You've paid for the last two-hundred and sixteen in the ten years we've had the kids..." "Yes, have. Past tense. No more...until the eighteen windows are paid for you're both grounded."
"WHAT?!" "Grounded. Tara can't leave her room except to go to the medlab and Angel can't leave except for training. Understood?" "Professor, how will de petites attend classes?" Xavier shrugs. "Jean will come to their rooms, seperately and teach them, seperately." Angel raises her hand. "Um...we share a room." "Not anymore. Tara, from now on you stay in the room across from Logan's...don't complain, Logan." Logan settles for growling at the older man. "Rogue and Storm moved your stuff earlier, Tara...there's no reason for you to see Angel again until your groundings are up." "That's not fair!" "And? Breaking window and making me pay for them isn't fair....Tara, drumsticks. Angel, mouth piece. Now." Xavier holds out his hand; both girls reluctantly place the items in his hand before returning to the doorway. Logan and Gambit both remains silent until Xavier turned to them. "You two will need to make enough money to replace at least eleven windoss and I MIGHT replace the other seven. MIGHT." "Yes, Charles,"both reply like children who know they've been bad and are now being punished for it. "All of you go to your room.." Four pair of feet shuffle out as foor pairs of eyes stare at the ground. Gambit and Logan shuffled off to their room, muttering about stupid rules, stupid windows, and stupid kids.
Tara stopped outside the door to what had been hers and Angel's bedroom. "Guess this means we won't see each other for awhile, huh?" "Yeah." "Won't see daylight, either, Angel." "Speak for yourself. I can...I know how to sneak out." Tara scowls and says playfully,"I hate you." Angel smirks in the process of opening the door. "Who doesn't? Bye, Tara." "Bye, Angel." She watched until the bedroom door shut firmly behind her friend then went off to her new room. It'll definetly be weird to not share a room with Angel, she thought upon entering the room and looking around it, but I have always wanted my own room and it's green. Maybe seperation isn't so bad. I could almost get used to being apart from her but I'd have to come back. Tara slid the door shut again and walked around, looking at things before flopping down on her bed; she stared at the ceiling. "This is new..."
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Mystique waited outside the institute, watching from her new form as the girl slipped through the window and to the ground, dusting off her hands. She listens to her mutterings about being dirty when you have a date and how she'd explain the problem to Remy later. Just a little while longer and it'll be perfect. She waits until the girl passed directly under her then leaps down, catching her throat in a tight grip. It seems longer but was only a few moments before she passes out, unconscience. Mystique shifts slowly. Her hair grows out and changes to brown with black streaks, green eyes replace the yellow, and her scales are replaced by human skin along with jeans and a somewhat too big shirt that fell well over her wrists. She smiles. "Perfect. You have been helpful, Angel,"she tells the girl as she placed Angel's limp body in a clump of bushes before setting off back in the direction the girl had come,"Saber didn't lie about how easy this was." She climbed through the window she'd watched Angel come out of; settling onto the floor to rub 'her' foot after slammming it into the desk under the window. "How many people keep a desk under their window? Not many."
"You would be one, wouldn't you, Angel?" Mystique didn't answer then finally looks up to see Jean. "Right, Red. Now go away." "You have a lesson today, Angel. Charles said that I was to inform you of that and have you ready in exactly two hours. You'll be ready?" The annoying redhead leans against hte doorway as if she'd done it all the time. Mystique smiles. "Of course... I'll be ready and waiting." "Right. Tara said to tell you Logan went to sleep...she said to come by her room. Don't go." Jean walks off leaving 'Angel' making faces behind her back. "I hate her so much." Mystique counts to eleven before moving out into the hallway and down the hall; she wasn't sure where Tara's room was but wandering would find it. Several interesting turns and strange noises later she finds a bedroom with three jagged wood impressions on the door like someone's claws. She smirks. Tara's room. She knocks, waiting. "Logan, go away! There's no one in here except for me!" "It's Angel! Come on..." The door opens and Tara's head pokes out. "Angel, about time....Drama Queen was up here earlier. I'm hungry....come with me to get food. We can't be banned from that....could we?" "Doubt it, Tara. Come on...we have to be quiet." Mystique smiles, thinking how easy it would be to take the girl and vanish before anyone even discovered about what had happened to the real Angel.
"Angel, quiet isn't as easy for you as it is for everyone else. You haven't been quiet since I met you....we were four and a half." She simply nods, unsure of how Angel would answer. "What do you want to eat? Ice cream....nevermind, too much sugar. Sandwiches....no meat except Logan's tuna. *shudder* There's nothing here. Damn Summers ate all the food!" 'Angel' smiles. "Let's go out then...it won't take long but we'd get in trouble for a delivery guy." "No, Angel, I promised Logan I'd be good so I can keep my computer,"Tara says, closing the fridge and going through cabinets,"I have to behave." "Have I ever lied or gotten you in trouble, Tara?" Mystique prays it's the right words. It obviously isn't as she laughs. "Does Kitty have fangs?" "We have a kitty?" Tara sighs,"Kitty. Remember our baby-sitter when we were little....he's so sweet even if he called us demon spawn. Maybe going out is good." Mystique smiles. "This is me, Angel. I wouldn't suggest it if it wasn't good....right?" "You're getting weird. Maybe we should get you some food.." Mystique smirks as they exit the mansion; Sabertooth was waiting. Tara brightens at the sight of him. "Kitty!" His "smile" is grim. "Hello, kid..." The next few moments are a blur but a small scuffle later the institute's outdoor area was clear of anything except grass and a few torn trees and things...........Tara was also gone......
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"Where the hell is Tara?" Logan knew something was wrong from the moment he heard someone sobbing and Rogue's quiet voice, speaking. Storm, Hank, and Gambit look up from the table; Jean looks up from playing with David. "Logan, calm down...something's come up,"Jean says, climbing up from where she had been sitting cross-legged on the floor playing with her son,"there's a problem with Tara." His blades exit his hands the same instant as he moves toward the living room. A hand touches his arm. "Don', mon ami. The petites upset enough wit'out anyt'ing else to deal with..." Gambit's voice is quiet and Logan can sense the sadness in it. The emotion was strange from him. He hadn't felt much sadness from him since the day he and the kid said I do. The emotion was foreign. "What happened, Remy?"he asks, using the man's name rather then some nickname,"Is she okay?" Hank interrupts. "She's with the brotherhood, Logan....from what we've gotten from Angel it was her form used to get to Tara. Angel feels guilty; she's projecting so badly Jean can't go near her and Charles has gone into his mind to protect himself." Logan's blades enter in. "When?" "It's been a while..it's like the reality hasn't set in yet. Angel keeps asking when she'll come back,"he continues, staring down at the table and his untouched twinkies,"Rogue's barely gotten her to stop crying."
"Where is she?" Gambit sighs,"Which one, mon ami?" "Angel. I want to check on her,"he replies before going off in the direction of the living room. It wasn't hard to find Angel. She was projecting and it wasn't easy to deal with where anyone was concerned. He fights it and enters the room. "Rogue, she okay?" Rogue looks up from where she had been sitting beside the couch, stroking Angel's hair. She nods. "As close as she can get right now. Remy and Hank tell you?" He nods. "I'll bring Tara back." Angel turns to face him. Tears have made her face paler then normal and run the eyeliner that had been encircling her eyes; she smiles, barely. "It's my fault, Logan. I'm sorry." She turns back over, burying her face against a pillow as she begins to cry again. Logan starts to speak but Rogue shakes her head. "Go, Logan." He didn't need any further encouragement as his blades exit and he walks back out of the room, dragging them along the wall and leaving six long slashes down the hall. The others were waiting. He stops just in front of Gambit. "We're going, Gumbo. Hank, come but 'Ro, stay with Jean, Rogue, and Angel. We'll be back with Tara. I swear I'll kill them all for this, even Toad..............."
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The big finale is up next then the third part(eventually)- The Unreal World. It seems kind of ridiculous but it all comes to light next chapter and in the third....this must happen. Enjoy, my readers.