IMPORTANT NOTE!!!!: This is NOT the last chapter. Repeat: THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER. I'm sorry I lied last week… well, I really just spoke too soon. This chapter got too heinously long, and I had to break it up. So there's still ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT AFTER THIS ONE!! Next week is the REAL last chapter, so never fear. I'm so glad you all like my story so much… you don't know how wonderfully loved it makes me feel. Thank you so much for all of your reviews, and keep 'em comin'!!!
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Betsy stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the zoo beneath her. Scott, Jean and Amanda were sitting on the sofa, Kurt and Alex in the chairs beside them. Jean and Amanda were obviously bored while Scott, Kurt and Alex were enjoying a close football game on TV. As the boys jumped up to cheer, Betsy jumped back, startled and unfamiliar with the ritual of American football. She was giggling at their enthusiasm and her own reaction when Peter bumped into her.
"Excuse me, Betsy." He said politely. Betsy just nodded her head and smiled at him, and he went on his way, giving his parents a tour of the mansion in Russian. The doorbell rang and Betsy took a deep breath as she went to answer it. She was stopped when Logan met her going up the stairs.
"I'm goin' back to the grocery, you need anything?" He grumbled at her, hardly acknowledging her presence.
"You're going again?" She asked, trying to get him to stop and look at her.
"Yeah, Kitty messed up somethin' else of Ro's."
"Oh." She replied simply and watched Logan as he walked down the hall. Toad and Blob had their ears pressed against one of the bedroom doors.
"Get a life… both of ya." Logan said as he passed them. They just ignored him.
"Can you hear anything?" Toad asked Blob.
"Not if ya don't shut up!" Blob responded. Suddenly everything rustled as a rush of air blew through the hallway, and Pietro was there.
"Hey, you orange haired fruit! You better not be messin' with my sister!" Pietro yelled at the door.
"Bite me, Pietro!" They could all hear Wanda yell back.
"Sorry, children." The professor said as he wheeled past them with Magnus at his side. "No boys in girls' rooms or girls in boys' rooms with the door shut." Then they continued on their way.
"Hey, professor, I got an idea!!" Lance said as he chased after him down the hall. The door opened and Wanda stepped out, followed by Pyro. Satisfied that they were where everyone could see them, Pietro rushed off, past Lance, past the professor and his father, past Betsy, and stopped at the TV below. He briefly watched the action in the football game, then ran off to do something else. When the doorbell rang again, it made Betsy jump. She looked around, surprised to see that no one had answered the door yet. Betsy sighed again and continued to approach the doorway. As she reached her hand out to turn the knob, she felt the presence of the person behind it and smiled with relief.
"Welcome back to mutant manor." She said to the ever-armored Spyke standing outside.
"Uh… hey, Psylocke, right?"
"Yes… but I prefer Betsy." She said, ushering him inside. As he walked in, a little girl blew past them both, running straight for Kurt. Betsy just watched her go, then looked back up at Spyke.
"She wouldn't let me come without her." He shrugged his shoulders
"Well, we'll have plenty of food." Betsy said. "It's quite nice to meet you again… under better circumstances…"
"Yeah." He said as he put a hand up over the bandages around his chest. "Dr. MacTaggart wouldn't let me come unless she could keep in contact with the Teach all the time." He explained is still critical condition.
"The Teach?" Betsy asked, unfamiliar with the name.
"Oh, yeah, Dr. McCoy…" Spyke clarified.
"Oh… with as much as I know about everyone here, there's still so much that… that I'm on the outside of…" Betsy said.
"Yeah, I know how that feels." He reassured her. "Don't worry about it, you just haven't been here long enough to create your own inside jokes." His comforting words made her smile. "I don't know where you were before here, but I bet it was the same thing when you first went there."
"Uh… no… That was quite a different experience."
"Well, whatever, you'll find your own skin." He said, finally making sense to her. "Uh, is Aun--"
"Roro!!" Betsy shouted, cutting him off. "Your nephew's here!" In less than a split second, Storm was at their side, engulfing Spyke in a hug.
"Auntie O, you're suffocating me!" Betsy took her cue to leave, shutting the door and wandering off.
"Evan, I'm so happy to see you! How are you?" Storm asked as she finally let him go.
"I'm better." He said. "Can't say as much for everyone else…"
"When are you leaving Scotland?" Her question made him sigh sorrowfully.
"I don't really know." He replied. "We can't go back to the Alley."
"Really?" Storm asked, not surprised, but not wanting to believe it.
"Yeah. I mean, everyone knows we're there now, and the first time we reveal ourselves, it's an all out massacre that spilled into the streets. Not to mention the damage to the sewer systems… They'd never let us back in there, and if they did, I doubt they'd ever leave us alone."
"Where will you go?"
"Don't know yet." He shrugged his shoulders. "Cal's been talking to some guy Mikhail, who says he knows a place where we can be safe, but I don't think she likes the idea."
"You can always stay here." Storm proposed cautiously.
"I know that Auntie O, but I can't. First off, there wouldn't be room for all of us, and they need me. Our numbers went from 60 to 20 in less than an hour and a half. And now that people know about us, there's no where they can go to be safe. They've never been more vulnerable." Storm sighed as she listened to the desperate situation of the Morlocks. "And here… here I'm just another kid who can't control his powers. I think I was more of an annoyance than anything. There, they look up to me. They depend on me. I have purpose. Wherever they're going, I'm going with them, Auntie O. They're my family now."
"Have you told your mother?" She tried to change the subject from his soon departure.
"Nah… I guess I'll tell her when I go for dinner tonight."
"You're eating two Thanksgiving dinners?" Storm gasped.
"Sure! Best meal of the year!" She smiled and rolled her eyes at him. "Man, I forget how crazy it can get around here." Evan said as he surveyed just the living room.
"Just imagine how crazy it would be if we didn't send the new recruits home!" With that, she walked back into the kitchen and left Evan to catch up with his friends.
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Kurt was blindsided when the little girl jumped in his lap.
"Torpid? What are you doing here?" She didn't answer him, instead she giggled uncontrollably and grabbed his arm, switching off his holowatch, to reveal his blue fur and tail. She threw her arms around him in a hug. Everyone was laughing at him, but his heart melted instantly. "Awww… I'm happy to see you too. Hey Torpid, this is my girlfriend." He said, pointing to Amanda. Torpid sat up and her giddy smile turned to a precious scowl.
"Hi Torpid, I'm Amanda." Amanda said, extending her hand for a handshake. Torpid looked at her exposed hand and smiled a fiendish grin. She quickly slipped her hand out of her rubber glove and grabbed Amanda's hand, turning her arm as solid as stone, and letting out another innocent, adorable, giggle.
"Hey! I oughta turn you into a frog!" Amanda shouted at her. "If I knew how…"
"Torpid, that wasn't very nice " Kurt tried to keep a serious face, but he couldn't help but laugh to himself.
"Looks like somebody's jealous…" Jean said.
"Yeah, Kurt. I think Torpid's in love." Scott added.
"I am not!" Torpid yelled as she lunged for Scott. Jean quickly froze her in the air.
"Kurt, why don't you show Torpid what your bedroom looks like?" Jean suggested as she moved her back into Kurt's lap.
"Yeah… C'mon, Torpid." Kurt said as he helped her get her glove back on.
"Hey, what about me?" Amanda said. "How long will this last?" Kurt looked down at Torpid and she smiled innocently again as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Why don't you go see if you can help Kitty in the kitchen… with your one arm?" Kurt answered before he teleported Torpid and himself away sooner than Amanda could react.
*BAMF!*
"Some boyfriend he is." Amanda grumbled as she got up and walked away, her hand still extended in a handshake.
"Man, bro, is it always like this?" Alex asked, finally breaking away from the football game on TV.
"Yeah, pretty much." Scott replied.
"Wow, I dunno if I could live here."
"You get used to it… you even grow to miss it if you ever leave." Scott tried to convince him.
"Hey, who's that chick at the door with the purple hair?" Alex changed the subject.
"That's Betsy." Scott said. Jean narrowed her eyes at the enthusiasm with which he spoke.
"Hmmm…" Alex pondered as he glared at her at the door. "I dunno if I trust her…"
"What? You don't even know her."
"Scott, if he doesn't trust her, he doesn't trust her." Jean tried to end the conversation.
"Bad vibes, man. She gives me bad vibes…" Alex continued to glare at her as she talked to Evan at the door. "It's half time, bro. I'm gonna get some more sodas. When I come back, I have to tell you all about the girl I met on the plane ride over here. She had bright green hair." Alex said with a twinkle in his eye as he got up and walked to the kitchen. "I think I'm love." Scott just shook his head and rolled his eyes at his brother.
"Scott, I haven't shown you everything… have I?" Jean drew his attention.
"What? Everything?" Scott asked, certain there wasn't anything she hadn't told him.
"About my powers… they've changed." She replied. "Here, let me show you." She adjusted herself beside him on the sofa. He watched her as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she slowly reopened them. "Take off your glasses." She instructed him.
"Jean, my--"
"Just do it." She cut him off, maintaining a mellow disposition. He hesitated quite a bit, making her rather frustrated by his lack of trust. She was just about to pull them off herself when he relented and slipped them off. As he removed his glasses, Jean went back to concentrating, only to find he'd kept his eyes shut. "Open 'em." Jean ordered.
"Jean, is this saf--"
"Please trust me, Scott." She pleaded. "My powers… I can handle it. Let me show you." He sighed and slightly shook his head, about to say no when his heart overtook his mind. He slowly lifted his eyelids, bracing for the impact his optic blasts would have on the coffee table. He was both surprised and relived when nothing happened. Scott blinked his eyes a few times and rolled them around in his head, making sure they were stable before he looked up at Jean. "See. I told you."
"Yeah, I see." He replied.
"It's like the Phoenix stretched out my powers, and instead of them shrinking back to me, I'm expanding to fit them." She said as she took his hand in her own. "When was the last time I told you how beautiful your eyes are?" Her voice turned almost to a whisper as she moved closer to Scott.
"Too long." He muttered as they both shut their eyes to move in to kiss.
"Hey, Jean, can I talk to you for a sec.?" They both stopped dead and looked up to see Betsy standing in front of them, beaming with pride at her timing.
"Sure." Jean grumbled bitterly as she and Scott sat back up. Betsy sat down on the sofa next to Jean and Scott tried not to listen in on their conversation, watching football.
"I know things between you and I haven't exactly gotten off on the right foot and I don't know whose fault it truly is… but I'd like to say I'm sorry." Jean perked up at Betsy's statement, turning to look her in the eye instead of giving her a cold shoulder.
"I'm listening." Jean said distantly.
"Well, when I came here, I had all sorts of expectations, and I never really thought that I'd be anything other than… well… the princess." Jean gave her a look that showed her just how crazy her hopes were. "Right, and… I never meant to challenge you and your position here. I know you're the professor's queen bee, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel like you had to fight for your place."
"I'm sorry too." Jean acquiesced after a moment of silence. "I mean, you and I should be friends. We could learn so much from each other." Betsy smiled honestly. "I'm sorry I didn't try very hard to make you feel welcome when you got here." Jean finally turned her whole body to face Betsy. "Now I have a question for you." Betsy nodded her to go on. "Why didn't you tell me?" Jean's question left her confused, not knowing what she was talking about. "I know you knew before… you even once called me Pho--"
"Would it have made any difference?" Betsy asked Jean before she could finish. Jean had no answer.
"I just wish I knew…" Jean mumbled, leaving a moment of awkward silence hanging over them both.
"Oh! Scott! Your eyes!" Betsy changed the subject as she saw Scott without his shades.
"Oh yeah." Scott as he realized Jean was still holding back his powers, despite her lack of attention. "You really are powerful now…" He mumbled to Jean.
"Wow, it's been quite a while since I've seen those chocolaty brown eyes…" Betsy continued in a wispy, sultry voice.
"Thanks." Scott said humbly, slightly blushing. Jean seriously considered letting go of her control over Scott's optic beams to let him blast Betsy in the face when she was interrupted.
"Ahem." They all three looked up to see Warren standing over them, glaring at Betsy.
"Oh, Warren, how are you?" Betsy said as if she didn't notice his obvious discomfort with the way she was acting toward Scott. He glanced over to Scott who looked up at him innocently. Warren sighed, deciding there was probably nothing to worry about.
"I'm feeling cooped up in here. I need to stretch my wings." He answered.
"Aww… poor baby." Betsy exaggerated. "But it's only been about a week, I doubt they can even support your own weight yet." She stood up and took his hand, leading him a few steps away from Scott and Jean. "But I could kiss them to and make them feel better." Warren smiled, knowing her entire focus was on him.
"Could you?" He pleaded coyly. Betsy nodded, smiled, and shut her eyes as she kissed him on the lips. "Uh… not that I'm complaining… but I think you missed." He whispered as she reopened her eyes.
"Oh, silly me. I'll have to try again." She leaned in again, and this time when she kissed Warren, he was ready for it. "Oops."
"I guess you'll just have to keep practicing 'til you get it right." Warren said. She smiled and led him toward the kitchen. "Whoa! No way! Are you crazy? It's a battlefield in there!" Warren exclaimed as he tried to dig his heels in the ground.
"Trust me." Betsy replied.
"Kitty! What are you doing?! I told you to bake at 350 degrees for two hours!" Storm shouted across the counter in the middle of the kitchen.
"Dinner is supposed to be served in, like, an hour. I thought I could cook it at 450 degrees and it would be ready in time!" Kitty shouted back while she fished around in the oven. Alex was standing over some odd, half raw, half burnt dish, applying his plasma heat. He looked back at Betsy and Warren in complete fear.
"Help me." Alex whispered quietly.
"It doesn't work like that!" Ororo yelled at Kitty again.
"Okay, I'm sorry." Kitty turned around from the oven, holding the dish she'd just removed. It was too hot though, and she accidentally phased her hands, dropping the glass casserole dish on the floor, shattering it and spilling the food on the ground.
"Kitty!" Ororo chided.
"I'm sorry!" Kitty screamed back, completely frustrated.
"Why don't we take a break!?" Betsy interrupted.
"A break from what? Dinner's in a hour." Ororo said, hot and fed up.
"Kitty, don't worry about it." Betsy said as both girls bent down to pick up the mess.
"Will you go find Rogue as see how long to cook her stuffing for?" Kitty ignored Betsy's suggestion.
"Alright, how 'bout this: Kitty, you go find Lance and take a break. I'm sure he's driving the professor mad about Australia. Alex, go watch the match with your brother… Jean is driving him mad." Betsy lied. "Roro, will you go ask Rogue about her dray-sin?" Betsy mocked Rogue's southern accent.
"But what about--" Kitty started.
"Don't worry." Betsy reassured her. "We've got plenty of food, and don't think anybody would have eaten baked asparagus anyway." Kitty looked at Betsy and gave her a labored sigh before she got up to leave, untying her apron and tossing it on the cluttered counter beside the oven. Alex cautiously followed her out, hoping no one would notice as he made his escape. Betsy carefully went to work picking glass shards up off the floor.
"Logan is supposed to be back with the cranberry sauce soon When he--"
"I'll handle it." Betsy interrupted Storm's instruction.
"And the turkey--"
"I know, bottom oven every 15 minutes for another hour." Betsy cut her off again.
"And just put Rogue's stuffing in at 350 degrees until it gets brown on the top."
"Alright, go enjoy your nephew." Betsy ordered her as she dropped asparagus in the trash. Storm smiled tiredly as she untied her apron.
"Thanks, Betsy." Storm said one last thing.
"It's no trouble." Betsy called out to her as she left the kitchen, passing Warren. "See, we're all alone." Betsy said to Warren after a moment of silence. He walked over to Betsy and put his hands on her hips, pressing her back up against the counter by the oven.
"So about that practice you're supposed to be working on?" He smiled at her.
"Oh right." She said as she put her hands on his face. "Just let me stick Rogue's stuffing in the oven…"
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Rogue and Remy sat on the roof, just looking out at the late afternoon sky. Remy was smoking a cigarette, but Rogue stuck close to him anyway to keep herself warm.
"That's gonna kill you someday." Rogue said. "An Ah know you got too much t'live for."
"I'll work on it." He humored her. She just rolled her eyes and put her head on his chest, knowing what she was saying was just going in one ear and out the other. He put his free hand around her lower back, resting his hand on her hip, just above the strip of bare skin between her skirt and top.
"You gonna see your father soon?" She asked him.
"I don' need anythin' from him." Remy answered simply. "You gonna call Irene?" He changed the focus from himself as he took another puff on his cigarette.
"Ah haven't spoken to her since she sent me with Mystique…" Rogue was surprised her own ungratefulness. She'd always loved Destiny as her mother, but harbored a grudge she never knew she had. "Ah should go see her." There was a comfortable silence as she listened to the sound of his heart beat beneath his shirt.
"Hey! What was 'at for?!" Remy shouted after having been smacked on the back of the head.
"I told you 'bout that smokin', Gumbo… it's a nasty habit." Logan said, announcing his presence on the roof. Remy put out his cigarette then tossed it off the roof. "Nobody's seen either of you in a long time and they sent me to turn a hose on ya if I had to."
"In that case, we'll give ya somethin' t'do." Remy said as he suddenly attacked Rogue, trying to give her a kiss. He had her pinned down on her back while she laughed and tried to keep him away.
"No! No!" She begged excitedly.
"Aww… c'mon, chère, why not?" He asked.
"Cuz Ah'm not gonna waste any of our limited number of kisses on your nasty cigarette breath." She replied. He simply smiled at her as he closed his eyes and kissed her forehead.
"Dinner's on soon. I'm gonna go watch the football game." Logan said, interrupting his own awkward moment. "Keep your hands t'yourself, French Fry." Then Logan climbed off the roof and back inside.
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"Let me take a break for a sec. I need to prepare the cranberry sauce." Betsy said, pulling herself away from Warren.
"Can't it wait?" He wined.
"No, it won't take long." Betsy said as she fished through the drawers for a can opener. "I just need to put it in a bowl and stir it a bit."
"Stir it?!" Warren shouted in disbelief. "You can't stir it! Cranberry sauce is meant to retain the shape of the can!"
"And you, what, just cut off slices? That's rather odd…"
"No, it's tradition." Warren explained.
"Oh… well, in that case…" Betsy said slyly, pulling Warren closer to her by snaking a hand around the back of his neck. Warren kissed her and tried to wrap his wings around them both, but they were tied by bandages. She lifted herself up on a free space on the island counter and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. There they sat, engrossed in each other with Thanksgiving dinner displayed all around them, waiting to be served. Suddenly, Betsy pulled away from him. She had the expression of utter, petrifying fear.
"What is it?" Warren asked, alarmed.
"My brother." Betsy answered. Then the doorbell rang.
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"I'll get it!" Kitty shouted as she ran down the stairs toward the front door. Betsy jumped off the counter and ran to the threshold where the kitchen emptied into the foyer. She poked her head out to see Kitty opening the door. She couldn't stand to watch so she pulled herself back into the kitchen and started pacing back and forth.
"What is it?" Warren asked.
"It's my brother." Betsy said again.
"Did you invite him?"
"Yes." Betsy answered.
Then why are you so worried?" Warren was fishing for a clue.
"I just left him a message…. I haven't spoken to him since my parents died… I didn't think he'd actually come… I know he blames me… why shouldn't he?"
"Betsy, you know better than that." Warren tried to comfort her, but she was so petrified, she shut her eyes and probed Kitty's mind to eavesdrop on their conversation at the door.
"Wow…" Kitty's mouth dropped as she opened the door. He was tall and blonde with a square jaw and broad shoulders. Even though he was dressed rather nicely, it was easy to see he was well built underneath. His blue eyes sparkled in amazement at the scene around him.
"Uh… hello…" Although he only spoke a little, his strong British accent was quite clear.
"Oh, you must be Brian… I'm Kitty." She blushed as she extended her hand for a handshake.
"A pleasure, I'm sure." Brian said as he cautiously took her hand. Kitty looked him intently in the eye, hoping to will him to being interested in her, but she only weirded him out.
"Uh, Kitty, you were looking for me?" Lance interrupted her gaze.
"Oh, yeah." She smiled. "Betsy! Your brother's here!!" Kitty shouted as she walked off with Lance. For a moment, Brian was left alone. He wasn't sure if he should come inside and shut the door or make a run for it. He decided to take a step inside when Scott and Jean blew past him.
"Excuse me." Jean said without a second thought about the stranger in her home.
"Sorry!" Scott said, bumping into Brian as Jean pulled him out the front door. Brian just nodded, not sure what to say to the guy with red sunglasses as the day was nearing night.
"Hi." A soft voice came from the top of the stairs in front of him. "I'm Amanda." She said as she walked toward him, now able to work the stiffness out her arm.
"Brian Braddock." He introduced himself.
"Oh, you must be looking for Betsy." She concluded. He nodded meekly. Amanda wasn't surprised such a strong looking man could be afraid of the Xavier Institute, and didn't make him feel at all uncomfortable. "Betsy! Your both--"
"She'll be right out!" Warren replied for her.
"Do you live here?" Brian made small talk with Amanda while he waited.
"Oh, no, my boyfriend lives here… He's around here somw--"
"Bea." Brian interrupted Amanda when he saw a petite Asian girl with purple hair step out of the kitchen.
"B." Betsy said back. Amanda looked at each of them. They were both too afraid of each other to move, waiting for the other to do something first. Finally, Amanda walked over to Betsy and grabbed her hand. She led her toward Brian and she was no longer able to keep eye contact with her brother. He looked down at her, standing before him. After a moment of nothing, he bent down and wrapped her up in his arms. At first, she was startled and uncomfortable, but she was slowly overcome by a warm, familiar, long awaited feeling. She put her hands around him too, and reveled in his smell that she hadn't smelled in a long time.
"I've missed you so much, Betts." Brian mumbled.
"How did you know it was me?" Betsy replied, taking a step back from him.
"It must be a twin thing." He said. "But the purple hair was a dead giveaway." She immediately put her fingers in her hair, and put it back behind her ear, then she smiled back.
"I'm so sorry." She said, grabbing him another hug.
"Sorry for what?" He chuckled.
"For mum and dad… and Emma…" She muttered fearfully, surprised he didn't already know, and sorry she'd brought it up.
"Are you bloody serious?" He asked contemptuously.
"Yes…" The way she answered sounded more like a question than an affirmation.
"Bea, love, I know you didn't do anything to mum and dad, Emma did… Is that why you haven't spoken to me in so long?" Betsy just looked down at the ground, confirming his assumption.
"That among other things…" She added. Brian gave her a confused look, telling her to press forward with an explanation. She merely ignored him and led him by his hand to the kitchen. "C'mon, I want you to meet my boyfriend."
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Roguewanderer – I'll be waiting for that long, loverly review. You can go ahead and give me one now and one later, I won't mind. I'm sorry I lied about this being the last chapter… but for sure, the next will be the last. I've already written it. I'm glad you enjoyed the Kitty and Peter and Logan and Mystique. Those were my favorites!! Thanks so much for our wonderful review, and stick around for one more week!
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