YOU'RE WHAT?
Chp 4
Disclaimer- I own absolutely nothing, de nada, zip, ziltch, etc... Everything in this story except for the plot, babies to be, and 2 extra bathrooms belong to Marvel. Ok? Good. Read on.
Author's Notes,
YAY! ROMANCE!!! Yep, you guessed it! I promise to make this chappy as long as it takes to put some stinkin' Romance in it! For those of you keeping track; this will be my longest chappy so far on THIS story, so I hope you enjoy. Yes! Miracles do happen! //Piotra:// Uh huh, yeah, sure. *Buffs nails* //Akurei (Me) :// *Smacks him upside the head* DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE AND STOP CRITISIZING ME!!! //Piotra:// *Shocked sweatdrop* Umm... Sorry... (Whispers) Damn she's cranky when she's on her period... //Akurei:// Damn skippy, now get to work! It's one month later! They're 5 months pregnant!
(For those of you that are thouroghly confused, anything with *'s around them are actions; so when it says, *Gets smacked with meat tenderizer,* then you know that poor Piotra just got clobbered by a large meat tenderizer. Thank you for your time.)
Chp. 4
Damn cat...
~*~ Jean's P.O.V. ~*~
(5 Months Pregnant)
I hate my baby. It's evil. I can feel it. I don't know how, but I can just feel that it wants to hurt me. The baby scares me. Sometimes I'll try to talk to it mentally, to see if it's really evil, and I can't. It hurts me. No, no it doesn't. It hurts the baby. When the baby hurts it moves, and when it moves and kicks and screams I can feel it. I can feel pain, like it's grabbing at my insides and pulling tight. This baby is evil, sent here to punish mutants for living, or me for... Something. What did I do? I don't want the baby. I want it gone. I want an obortion.
I stared at my ceiling mutely. I felt the baby kick at me and jumped up. When I saw past my fear. I saw the baby. It wanted to kill me. I got mad and floated up out of my bed. It scared the baby and he writhed. I know it's a boy. It has to be. I just know it. A little red paper clip floated over to me. That's wierd. I didn't call it. Maybe I'm loosing my touch. Or maybe... "Oh no you don't! That's mine! You can't have it!" I cried and hit my belly gently, just enough to startle the baby. The paper clip dropped. I smirked. "That's it? That's the big thing? You don't scare me! Can I scare you???" I grinned and starting swirling things around the room.
My desk, chair, bed, dresser, books, pencils, bookbag, and just about everything else in the room suddenly flew up into the air and began to circle around me like a small tornado. I giggled insanely when I felt the pain and knew the baby's fear. I heard a crash and turned behind me to find my magnetic bulliton board, smashed against the wall, in 2 pieces. I must have lost concentration. I heard more crashes and turned to see several other things colide with the walls. A small pen shot through the wall and only the tip poked out.
Scott ran in the door quickly. I was startled and my bedside table crashed into the door when he entered. He ducked out of the way of a flying Geometry book and I let go, sending all of the floating dibrees falling to the ground and landing with a crash. The baby was mad. He screamed and grabbed at me until I fell too, luckily onto my bed, and doubled over in pain as far as I could bend with such a large, and growing, gut.
"Ah! Stop! D*mn you, monster, stop!!!" I cried. Scott ran over, nearly tripping on some well placed shoes, and rapped his arms around her quickly. "Jeanny, what's going on? What's wrong?" He asked. I looked up at him, so kind and honest. "I-I can't..." I muttered. The demon twisted and I let out a light scream. Scott looked like he was the one in pain. "Come on, Jeanny, you can tell me. You can tell me anything!" He looked so sweet and sencear... I needed someone to tell. He loved me, right? He'd understand.
"The... It's the baby... demon... growing in me... He hurts me..." I looked into his eyes-err... Sunglasses. He looked confused. "What? Huh? What's in you???" He demanded. "Scott... I'm pregnant..." His eyes wided. I could even tell through the shades. He turned sickly white, his face thinned, and he suddenly looked very old. Scott stood and staggered away from me. "No! No, you're supposed to understand! I-I need help, Scott!" I cried after him. He just stumbled over the shoes and left. I heard from Kurt later that he was found in the laundry room crying his eyes out. Guess who found him.
~*~ Rouge's P.O.V. ~*~
Scott was crying. I was fat. He was thin. I looked tanned compaired to him. Something was WAY off. "Hey, Scott, what's wrong?" I asked after a few moments. He turned to me slowly. His eyes were red and bloodshot and his tears had almost created a puddle on the floor. He opened his mouth and just let it hand for a moment before answering. "Jean... was cheating on me... I think it was Duncan. I'm going to kill him..." His eyes flashed like a mad mans and looked evil for once before another tear appeared and it faded.
I was shocked. Not because it was shocking; the idea of Duncan and Miss I've-got-a-stick-up-my-*ss Grey getting together wasn't that unlikely, but because I knew she hadn't. In fact, she wouldn't shut up about Scott. "No she wasn't." I said calmly and stuffed my laundry in the washing machine. He cocked his head to the side looking puzzled. "What? How do you know? She's pregnant for God's sakes; we never made love." The fact that he could say those two words with a strait face amazed me.
"I know." I said. Oh well, the cat had to leave the bag eventually. He jumped up. "How? How do you just KNOW???" He demanded. I turned to look at him. "Because we all are." I said calmly. He jumped back. "What the h*ll?!" He didn't believe me. I sighed and lifted my black shirt. I turned to the side so he could see the large bulge better. He jumped and his mouth hung open. I decided to explain.
"Well, not ALL of us. Just the X-girls. Me, Ororo, Jean, and Kitty; all pregnant. We were artificially insiminated." I said slowly. I rubbed my tummy slowly. "I named her Iris, after Irene. In Greek myths Iris was the godess of the rainbow." I said slowly. Scott fidgetted. "Who-who-who's the dad?" He asked. I smiled. "No clue." I pulled my shirt back down and tended to my laundry. He didn't say much after that; just sat in the corner with his eyes closed. That was just fine with me.
~*~ Kitty's P.O.V. ~*~
"Umm... Hey Kurt, what cha doin'?" I asked as Kurt poked his head in my room. He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, nothing, I vust vanted to see if mine sweester vas 'ere." His accent had been thicker than usual since his trip back home for Christmas and it slurred a bit. "Naw, she went to go do some chores or something. I'm sure she'll be back in a minute. You wanna come in and, like, talk or something?" I might have sounded a bit too hopeful to make that offer offhanded, but hey, I was a hormonal chick who was going through 9 months of PMS without the MS.
"Uhh... Shzure, vy not?" He came in and closed the door behind him. I smiled and scooted over on my bed to give him room. "So... How've you been?" I asked slowly as he sat. "Pretty bored, actually... What've you been up to, Keety?" His accent was barely audible, he was speaking so low. I giggled. "Eating! Lately I've just been so hungry! You wouldn't believe what I'd shovel in my mouth! This morning I almost, like, had sausages! And I'm a vegan!" She sounded very dissapointed and appauled at her behavior.
Kurt laughed. "At least you are eating somezing! Ve feared you vould starve!" I had to laugh at that. Kurt was a pretty funny guy. A funny, nice, sweet, foreign guy who had no problem with my mutation, a cute accent, and abs that many guys would kill for and more girls would kill to own... I caught myself stairing at his chest. I jumped out of La La Land quickly. "Umm... Yeah, eating... Hey, you wanna go get burgers or something?" I asked casually. He grinned. "Zure! Vy not? Let's go!"
~*~ Ororo's P.O.V. ~*~
"Charles, I would like to request holowatches for the girls and myself. I think it would be better if no one else knew, and the holowatches could cover it." I asked slowly. Charles nodded. "That's an excellent idea. I'll have Hank make them immediately." He said and turned back to his paper. After a moment he looked back up. "I'm sorry, was there something else you needed?" He asked. "Yes. I would like some leave so I can visit my tribe. I want to tell them about the baby. They're my family." I said all of this slowly. He smiled softly. "That's a great idea. I'll give you a month." He said. I jumped. A month was more than I expected. "Thank you."
~*~ Rouge's P.O.V. ~*~
I sat underneath a large oak tree in the park with my book, an old romance set in New Orleans. I had been there since about a half hour after I told Scott. He seemed to be taking it well. My eyes traveled down the page slowly; taking in every tantalising word and swallowing it whole. It was nurishment, but not for the body, for the soul; I was hungry. I was so engrossed in my book that I didn't notice my visitor until he was inches from me.
I looked up when the shadow blocked my view. Remy stood there smirking. "Ello, chere, and how is de petite belle?" He asked. He got a glance at my belly. 'Or maybe not so petite...' He thought. "Fine, thanks for asking, swamp rat." I said placidly. He shifted the weight on his legs and said, "It was Remy's pleasure, belle. So, what is a petite fille like de belle doin' out by herself when she wit' child?" I gasped.
"How-how did you... You! You did it, didn't you!" I cried and jumped up. He frowned. "Did what, chere? Remy ain't made love to de belle, so why de belle tellin' Rem he did? Don't de chere know who de daddy o' her petite fille is?" He asked. "Umm... Not-not really..." I frowned. He sighed. "Oh. Well, sit down an' tell Remy how all dis done happened wit'out Rem's noin'." I sighed and sat. Maybe he could tell me something useful. Anyways, the cat was already out.
TBC
So, who do you think the daddys are now? Hmm??? Make a wild guess! Now, I need more help! I need three soccer balls, a duck, Prince Albert in a can, something that never walks but always runs, and 12 million gummi bears!!! If you need help, call me!
Akurei-
743-555-1265
(Note: This is NOT a real phone # and calling will result in a big long distance bill and a person telling you that you're an idiot who didn't know that 555 wasn't a real area code.)
R/R
~ Akurei and Piotra (Who's too lazy to make an appearance.) ~
PS: //Piotra:// I refuse to post more until I get 20 more reviews.
PPS: //Akurei:// Ignore him, he doesn't do anything. But, he has a point. You don't HAVE to give me 20 more reviews, but lets just say that it might speed up my next update... Soooo.......
HIT THIS BUTTON!!!
Chp 4
Disclaimer- I own absolutely nothing, de nada, zip, ziltch, etc... Everything in this story except for the plot, babies to be, and 2 extra bathrooms belong to Marvel. Ok? Good. Read on.
Author's Notes,
YAY! ROMANCE!!! Yep, you guessed it! I promise to make this chappy as long as it takes to put some stinkin' Romance in it! For those of you keeping track; this will be my longest chappy so far on THIS story, so I hope you enjoy. Yes! Miracles do happen! //Piotra:// Uh huh, yeah, sure. *Buffs nails* //Akurei (Me) :// *Smacks him upside the head* DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE AND STOP CRITISIZING ME!!! //Piotra:// *Shocked sweatdrop* Umm... Sorry... (Whispers) Damn she's cranky when she's on her period... //Akurei:// Damn skippy, now get to work! It's one month later! They're 5 months pregnant!
(For those of you that are thouroghly confused, anything with *'s around them are actions; so when it says, *Gets smacked with meat tenderizer,* then you know that poor Piotra just got clobbered by a large meat tenderizer. Thank you for your time.)
Chp. 4
Damn cat...
~*~ Jean's P.O.V. ~*~
(5 Months Pregnant)
I hate my baby. It's evil. I can feel it. I don't know how, but I can just feel that it wants to hurt me. The baby scares me. Sometimes I'll try to talk to it mentally, to see if it's really evil, and I can't. It hurts me. No, no it doesn't. It hurts the baby. When the baby hurts it moves, and when it moves and kicks and screams I can feel it. I can feel pain, like it's grabbing at my insides and pulling tight. This baby is evil, sent here to punish mutants for living, or me for... Something. What did I do? I don't want the baby. I want it gone. I want an obortion.
I stared at my ceiling mutely. I felt the baby kick at me and jumped up. When I saw past my fear. I saw the baby. It wanted to kill me. I got mad and floated up out of my bed. It scared the baby and he writhed. I know it's a boy. It has to be. I just know it. A little red paper clip floated over to me. That's wierd. I didn't call it. Maybe I'm loosing my touch. Or maybe... "Oh no you don't! That's mine! You can't have it!" I cried and hit my belly gently, just enough to startle the baby. The paper clip dropped. I smirked. "That's it? That's the big thing? You don't scare me! Can I scare you???" I grinned and starting swirling things around the room.
My desk, chair, bed, dresser, books, pencils, bookbag, and just about everything else in the room suddenly flew up into the air and began to circle around me like a small tornado. I giggled insanely when I felt the pain and knew the baby's fear. I heard a crash and turned behind me to find my magnetic bulliton board, smashed against the wall, in 2 pieces. I must have lost concentration. I heard more crashes and turned to see several other things colide with the walls. A small pen shot through the wall and only the tip poked out.
Scott ran in the door quickly. I was startled and my bedside table crashed into the door when he entered. He ducked out of the way of a flying Geometry book and I let go, sending all of the floating dibrees falling to the ground and landing with a crash. The baby was mad. He screamed and grabbed at me until I fell too, luckily onto my bed, and doubled over in pain as far as I could bend with such a large, and growing, gut.
"Ah! Stop! D*mn you, monster, stop!!!" I cried. Scott ran over, nearly tripping on some well placed shoes, and rapped his arms around her quickly. "Jeanny, what's going on? What's wrong?" He asked. I looked up at him, so kind and honest. "I-I can't..." I muttered. The demon twisted and I let out a light scream. Scott looked like he was the one in pain. "Come on, Jeanny, you can tell me. You can tell me anything!" He looked so sweet and sencear... I needed someone to tell. He loved me, right? He'd understand.
"The... It's the baby... demon... growing in me... He hurts me..." I looked into his eyes-err... Sunglasses. He looked confused. "What? Huh? What's in you???" He demanded. "Scott... I'm pregnant..." His eyes wided. I could even tell through the shades. He turned sickly white, his face thinned, and he suddenly looked very old. Scott stood and staggered away from me. "No! No, you're supposed to understand! I-I need help, Scott!" I cried after him. He just stumbled over the shoes and left. I heard from Kurt later that he was found in the laundry room crying his eyes out. Guess who found him.
~*~ Rouge's P.O.V. ~*~
Scott was crying. I was fat. He was thin. I looked tanned compaired to him. Something was WAY off. "Hey, Scott, what's wrong?" I asked after a few moments. He turned to me slowly. His eyes were red and bloodshot and his tears had almost created a puddle on the floor. He opened his mouth and just let it hand for a moment before answering. "Jean... was cheating on me... I think it was Duncan. I'm going to kill him..." His eyes flashed like a mad mans and looked evil for once before another tear appeared and it faded.
I was shocked. Not because it was shocking; the idea of Duncan and Miss I've-got-a-stick-up-my-*ss Grey getting together wasn't that unlikely, but because I knew she hadn't. In fact, she wouldn't shut up about Scott. "No she wasn't." I said calmly and stuffed my laundry in the washing machine. He cocked his head to the side looking puzzled. "What? How do you know? She's pregnant for God's sakes; we never made love." The fact that he could say those two words with a strait face amazed me.
"I know." I said. Oh well, the cat had to leave the bag eventually. He jumped up. "How? How do you just KNOW???" He demanded. I turned to look at him. "Because we all are." I said calmly. He jumped back. "What the h*ll?!" He didn't believe me. I sighed and lifted my black shirt. I turned to the side so he could see the large bulge better. He jumped and his mouth hung open. I decided to explain.
"Well, not ALL of us. Just the X-girls. Me, Ororo, Jean, and Kitty; all pregnant. We were artificially insiminated." I said slowly. I rubbed my tummy slowly. "I named her Iris, after Irene. In Greek myths Iris was the godess of the rainbow." I said slowly. Scott fidgetted. "Who-who-who's the dad?" He asked. I smiled. "No clue." I pulled my shirt back down and tended to my laundry. He didn't say much after that; just sat in the corner with his eyes closed. That was just fine with me.
~*~ Kitty's P.O.V. ~*~
"Umm... Hey Kurt, what cha doin'?" I asked as Kurt poked his head in my room. He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, nothing, I vust vanted to see if mine sweester vas 'ere." His accent had been thicker than usual since his trip back home for Christmas and it slurred a bit. "Naw, she went to go do some chores or something. I'm sure she'll be back in a minute. You wanna come in and, like, talk or something?" I might have sounded a bit too hopeful to make that offer offhanded, but hey, I was a hormonal chick who was going through 9 months of PMS without the MS.
"Uhh... Shzure, vy not?" He came in and closed the door behind him. I smiled and scooted over on my bed to give him room. "So... How've you been?" I asked slowly as he sat. "Pretty bored, actually... What've you been up to, Keety?" His accent was barely audible, he was speaking so low. I giggled. "Eating! Lately I've just been so hungry! You wouldn't believe what I'd shovel in my mouth! This morning I almost, like, had sausages! And I'm a vegan!" She sounded very dissapointed and appauled at her behavior.
Kurt laughed. "At least you are eating somezing! Ve feared you vould starve!" I had to laugh at that. Kurt was a pretty funny guy. A funny, nice, sweet, foreign guy who had no problem with my mutation, a cute accent, and abs that many guys would kill for and more girls would kill to own... I caught myself stairing at his chest. I jumped out of La La Land quickly. "Umm... Yeah, eating... Hey, you wanna go get burgers or something?" I asked casually. He grinned. "Zure! Vy not? Let's go!"
~*~ Ororo's P.O.V. ~*~
"Charles, I would like to request holowatches for the girls and myself. I think it would be better if no one else knew, and the holowatches could cover it." I asked slowly. Charles nodded. "That's an excellent idea. I'll have Hank make them immediately." He said and turned back to his paper. After a moment he looked back up. "I'm sorry, was there something else you needed?" He asked. "Yes. I would like some leave so I can visit my tribe. I want to tell them about the baby. They're my family." I said all of this slowly. He smiled softly. "That's a great idea. I'll give you a month." He said. I jumped. A month was more than I expected. "Thank you."
~*~ Rouge's P.O.V. ~*~
I sat underneath a large oak tree in the park with my book, an old romance set in New Orleans. I had been there since about a half hour after I told Scott. He seemed to be taking it well. My eyes traveled down the page slowly; taking in every tantalising word and swallowing it whole. It was nurishment, but not for the body, for the soul; I was hungry. I was so engrossed in my book that I didn't notice my visitor until he was inches from me.
I looked up when the shadow blocked my view. Remy stood there smirking. "Ello, chere, and how is de petite belle?" He asked. He got a glance at my belly. 'Or maybe not so petite...' He thought. "Fine, thanks for asking, swamp rat." I said placidly. He shifted the weight on his legs and said, "It was Remy's pleasure, belle. So, what is a petite fille like de belle doin' out by herself when she wit' child?" I gasped.
"How-how did you... You! You did it, didn't you!" I cried and jumped up. He frowned. "Did what, chere? Remy ain't made love to de belle, so why de belle tellin' Rem he did? Don't de chere know who de daddy o' her petite fille is?" He asked. "Umm... Not-not really..." I frowned. He sighed. "Oh. Well, sit down an' tell Remy how all dis done happened wit'out Rem's noin'." I sighed and sat. Maybe he could tell me something useful. Anyways, the cat was already out.
TBC
So, who do you think the daddys are now? Hmm??? Make a wild guess! Now, I need more help! I need three soccer balls, a duck, Prince Albert in a can, something that never walks but always runs, and 12 million gummi bears!!! If you need help, call me!
Akurei-
743-555-1265
(Note: This is NOT a real phone # and calling will result in a big long distance bill and a person telling you that you're an idiot who didn't know that 555 wasn't a real area code.)
R/R
~ Akurei and Piotra (Who's too lazy to make an appearance.) ~
PS: //Piotra:// I refuse to post more until I get 20 more reviews.
PPS: //Akurei:// Ignore him, he doesn't do anything. But, he has a point. You don't HAVE to give me 20 more reviews, but lets just say that it might speed up my next update... Soooo.......
HIT THIS BUTTON!!!