YOU'RE WHAT?
Chp 3... or 4...
Disclaimer- I own diddly. Marvel owns all of the characters, powers, and the institute. I OWN THE TWO EXTRA BATHROOMS THOUGH!!! Bwahahaha! ^_^
Author's notes;
There won't be any babies in this chappy, so sorry. By bestest friend, Jaimie, (I wuff you!) wrote the most kiss-@$$ review I've ever read so if any of you want to witness bad acting at work; (j/k) you can check it out. It's pretty funny actually! (No offence; you know I loved it!) Umm... A whole pant-load of people reviewed! It's awesome! I'm still taking suggestions for babies! I need more on Ororo's baby though. Oh, and baby's powers. I need lots of those. That's the most important; an entire character's personality can be centered around it; so send me lots! Please?
Ok, well, this'll be set about a month later. They're all 4 months pregnant, for those of you who are counting down till baby time, and the girls are dealing. No one's been told about the babies though.
Umm... Oh! I found, well actually Jaimie found it, but it's an awesome site! Check it out; www.arcana.keenspace.com/archives.htm because it's got an awesome plot and great graphics! Umm... Thanks to all my reviewers; I'll get review responses out there A.S.A.P! Of course, for me, that might take a bit... Umm... Oh! Jaimie gets to visit me December 20th! I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it; I'm about to loose control and I think I like it! *Singing* //Piotra:// *Singing* I'm too sexy for my pants... *Strips* //Me:// 0.0 Umm... I'm gonna write now... Yeah...
Chp. 3
Deoxyribonucleic Acid (DNA)
(Yes, it's spelled right!)
(A/N: This is set 1 month later. They're 4 months pregnant. Rogue's POV.) We tore up the kitchen. There wasn't a scrap of sausage left after Ororo finished her breakfast. I, somehow, ripped through every spud (redneck talk for potato) in the mansion. No chip was left uneaten. Kitty consumed every drop of milk and juice; leaving poor Evan without his much loved milk. Jean, strangely enough, seemed to have a craving for chicken. There was no more chicken. By far, I think the worst thing was that I couldn't fit in my pants.
My pants, which I had been stuffing myself in lately, had ripped that morning. I was mad. My stomach had grown. A lot. Earlier, I just looked permanently bloated, but now I was getting fat. 'Pregnancy sucks.' I thought and opened the fridge. 'Hmm... Pickles...' I grabbed the Dill pickle jar and twisted the lid as hard as I could. It wouldn't open. I was hungry. My baby was really hungry. It wanted pickles. I was getting the pickles. I twisted again in a vain attempt to force it open. No such luck. The little glass jar only squeaked as my hands slipped. 'Crap.' I put my shirt over the lid and used the material to twist it. It wouldn't open. I was getting mad. "Stupid glass jar! Open, damn you!" I cried and, in a fit of hormonal pregnant chick rage, threw it against the wall. It shattered. I cussed loudly and in multiple languages.
I grabbed a mop out of the closet/extra pantry and wet a small rag. I was VERY mad. Pissed even. I wiped off the wall and moved to clean up the glass and puddle of pickles and vinegar on the floor. I wiped up the edge, grabbing the trash can, and started dropping pickles in. I wanted these pickles...
"Ouch!" I cut myself on a large piece of glass and my blood dripped from the cut, mixing with the vinegar. Eww. It looked horrible. Yuck. I gagged. 'I'm gonna be sick...' I thought and stared at the blood. Sure enough, I felt my stomach twist and the bile rising in my throat. The bathroom better be empty. I ran.
~*~ Ororo's P.O.V. ~*~
"Who could be the father?" I asked Hank. We were having tea in the garden. "We won't know until the baby's born. Even then, we'd need to have the DNA of the father in our data banks." He said. "The chances of finding him will be slim to none." He added. I sighed. "I thought as much."
~*~ Kitty's P.O.V. ~*~
"Oh... my... GOD!!!" I cried once again as I found another one of my beautiful blouses made me look fat. "Being pregnant sucks..." I muttered and started my search anew. After about 5 minutes of searching I was enlightened. "Black." I said quietly and ran to Rogue's closet. The search for slimming clothes goes on...
~*~ Jean's P.O.V. ~*~
"YOU'RE WHAT?" I screamed over the phone. "You've been getting slower, and you completely blew the game last week. I'm sorry, but we've got to remove you from the team." The coach said. "But..." "But nothing! Your grades have been slipping too. It was only a matter of time before you got a D." She said. "But I can't-" "Look, I'm sorry, but you don't qualify anymore." She said. Her voice softened. "Honey, do you have anything you need to tell me? I noticed your stomach growing a little too quickly. If you're pregnant, you should really tell someone. You're gonna need a doctor." She said. I cried. "I'm sorry! I'll be fine though; I've got a good doctor..." I hung up the phone quickly. I ran back to my room and fell on the bed sobbing. 'Ha, what a joke, the star soccer player, captain of the team, kicked off.'
TBC
So, do you like? I'm going to go by months I think. Umm... More Kitty and Jean stuff coming! I'm going to add some romance too! ^_^ The sparks will fly next chappy! Remember, I need the baby's powers A.S.A.P!!! Review responses coming! Ja ne!
R/R
~Akurei & Piotra (who I [reluctantly] shoved clothes on.)~
Ps: All of this made possible by the much needed kick in the @$$ given to me by... Somebody who promised my a life-sized Remy LeBeau poster. Thanks! *Kisses Remy poster repeatedly* //Piotra:// D*mn, he IS sexy! //Reviewers:// *Facefault* T_T
Chp 3... or 4...
Disclaimer- I own diddly. Marvel owns all of the characters, powers, and the institute. I OWN THE TWO EXTRA BATHROOMS THOUGH!!! Bwahahaha! ^_^
Author's notes;
There won't be any babies in this chappy, so sorry. By bestest friend, Jaimie, (I wuff you!) wrote the most kiss-@$$ review I've ever read so if any of you want to witness bad acting at work; (j/k) you can check it out. It's pretty funny actually! (No offence; you know I loved it!) Umm... A whole pant-load of people reviewed! It's awesome! I'm still taking suggestions for babies! I need more on Ororo's baby though. Oh, and baby's powers. I need lots of those. That's the most important; an entire character's personality can be centered around it; so send me lots! Please?
Ok, well, this'll be set about a month later. They're all 4 months pregnant, for those of you who are counting down till baby time, and the girls are dealing. No one's been told about the babies though.
Umm... Oh! I found, well actually Jaimie found it, but it's an awesome site! Check it out; www.arcana.keenspace.com/archives.htm because it's got an awesome plot and great graphics! Umm... Thanks to all my reviewers; I'll get review responses out there A.S.A.P! Of course, for me, that might take a bit... Umm... Oh! Jaimie gets to visit me December 20th! I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it; I'm about to loose control and I think I like it! *Singing* //Piotra:// *Singing* I'm too sexy for my pants... *Strips* //Me:// 0.0 Umm... I'm gonna write now... Yeah...
Chp. 3
Deoxyribonucleic Acid (DNA)
(Yes, it's spelled right!)
(A/N: This is set 1 month later. They're 4 months pregnant. Rogue's POV.) We tore up the kitchen. There wasn't a scrap of sausage left after Ororo finished her breakfast. I, somehow, ripped through every spud (redneck talk for potato) in the mansion. No chip was left uneaten. Kitty consumed every drop of milk and juice; leaving poor Evan without his much loved milk. Jean, strangely enough, seemed to have a craving for chicken. There was no more chicken. By far, I think the worst thing was that I couldn't fit in my pants.
My pants, which I had been stuffing myself in lately, had ripped that morning. I was mad. My stomach had grown. A lot. Earlier, I just looked permanently bloated, but now I was getting fat. 'Pregnancy sucks.' I thought and opened the fridge. 'Hmm... Pickles...' I grabbed the Dill pickle jar and twisted the lid as hard as I could. It wouldn't open. I was hungry. My baby was really hungry. It wanted pickles. I was getting the pickles. I twisted again in a vain attempt to force it open. No such luck. The little glass jar only squeaked as my hands slipped. 'Crap.' I put my shirt over the lid and used the material to twist it. It wouldn't open. I was getting mad. "Stupid glass jar! Open, damn you!" I cried and, in a fit of hormonal pregnant chick rage, threw it against the wall. It shattered. I cussed loudly and in multiple languages.
I grabbed a mop out of the closet/extra pantry and wet a small rag. I was VERY mad. Pissed even. I wiped off the wall and moved to clean up the glass and puddle of pickles and vinegar on the floor. I wiped up the edge, grabbing the trash can, and started dropping pickles in. I wanted these pickles...
"Ouch!" I cut myself on a large piece of glass and my blood dripped from the cut, mixing with the vinegar. Eww. It looked horrible. Yuck. I gagged. 'I'm gonna be sick...' I thought and stared at the blood. Sure enough, I felt my stomach twist and the bile rising in my throat. The bathroom better be empty. I ran.
~*~ Ororo's P.O.V. ~*~
"Who could be the father?" I asked Hank. We were having tea in the garden. "We won't know until the baby's born. Even then, we'd need to have the DNA of the father in our data banks." He said. "The chances of finding him will be slim to none." He added. I sighed. "I thought as much."
~*~ Kitty's P.O.V. ~*~
"Oh... my... GOD!!!" I cried once again as I found another one of my beautiful blouses made me look fat. "Being pregnant sucks..." I muttered and started my search anew. After about 5 minutes of searching I was enlightened. "Black." I said quietly and ran to Rogue's closet. The search for slimming clothes goes on...
~*~ Jean's P.O.V. ~*~
"YOU'RE WHAT?" I screamed over the phone. "You've been getting slower, and you completely blew the game last week. I'm sorry, but we've got to remove you from the team." The coach said. "But..." "But nothing! Your grades have been slipping too. It was only a matter of time before you got a D." She said. "But I can't-" "Look, I'm sorry, but you don't qualify anymore." She said. Her voice softened. "Honey, do you have anything you need to tell me? I noticed your stomach growing a little too quickly. If you're pregnant, you should really tell someone. You're gonna need a doctor." She said. I cried. "I'm sorry! I'll be fine though; I've got a good doctor..." I hung up the phone quickly. I ran back to my room and fell on the bed sobbing. 'Ha, what a joke, the star soccer player, captain of the team, kicked off.'
TBC
So, do you like? I'm going to go by months I think. Umm... More Kitty and Jean stuff coming! I'm going to add some romance too! ^_^ The sparks will fly next chappy! Remember, I need the baby's powers A.S.A.P!!! Review responses coming! Ja ne!
R/R
~Akurei & Piotra (who I [reluctantly] shoved clothes on.)~
Ps: All of this made possible by the much needed kick in the @$$ given to me by... Somebody who promised my a life-sized Remy LeBeau poster. Thanks! *Kisses Remy poster repeatedly* //Piotra:// D*mn, he IS sexy! //Reviewers:// *Facefault* T_T