***Disclaimer—I own nothing that belongs to Marvel (isn't that a tad redundant?) I also own nothing of Mel Brooks—although I would be willing to accept a share if he were to offer…
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IntroductionsNita audibly gasped as the elevator doors opened, revealing to here the opulence of her new home. "This is where you guys live?" she whispered to Rogue as she took in the plush carpeting, the statues lining the walls, set apart by tapestry's and paintings.
"Yep. Come on, the living room is this way."
After their arrival at the mansion, the Professor had tapped into everyone, asking for a meeting in the living room for briefing on their new students' situations, and introductions.
Rogue led Nita into the formal room, and paused in the doorway, surveying the chaos. Kitty, Jubilee, Jean, and Rhane were sitting in a line on one of the couches, braiding each other's hair. Gambit was annoying Wanda by calling her "Belle" and she, in turn, was throwing several Hex Bolts at him, hoping to hit in just the right spot and put an end to all his flirtations…at the other end of their couch, Pitor was sitting quietly, reading—well, Rogue couldn't quite tell what he was reading, the cover seemed to be in Russian. Fred was sitting against the wall, finishing what seemed to be a large sandwich. Sam, Lance, Pietro, and Kurt were all cross-legged in front of the TV playing Sonic (the only game Pietro said he could relate to). Amara was iced into a corner; curtsey of Bobby, and Ray was blasting electricity at it in an attempt to melt it, trying to avoid Todd, who had somehow gotten his tongue stuck to the ice, and an amused Roberto was looking on.
"Can't you make it melt a little faster?"
"Sorry, this is going to take a while. If you want it done faster, why not light up and melt it yourself?"
"You have to be out of your mind! That's just what he wants!"
John looked up from the couch he and Bobby were seated on. "Oooh, will you show me the pretty fire, Shelia?"
"GO TO HELL YOU AUSSIE MANIAC!" Amara looked around, and then turned on her sweetest voice. "Roberto? Can you please help me out of here." Roberto paused and looked back towards John. "Nope, no sun out. And even if it was sunny, no, not with him around."
John shrugged and continued his "conversation" with Bobby:
John shook his head, "This never would have happened if your father was alive."
Bobby paled, "He's dead?"
"Yes"
"And my mother?"
"She died of pneumonia while you were away."
"My three brothers?"
"Died of the plague."
"My dog Pogo?"
"Ran over by a carriage"
"My goldfish, Goldie?"
"Eaten by the cat."
"My Cat?"
"Choked on the goldfish. Oh, it's good to be home, ain't it, Master Robin?""
Rogue rolled her eyes at the conversation, but paused when she saw the look of confusion on Nita's face. "Relax. It's from a movie." She strolled into the room, "Ah swear, Bobby, next time Ah hear one single thing from Mel Brooks, Ahm gonna drain you before you can move an inch." John just started laughing manically, and was shot a dirty look by the Rogue. "You too, fire boy."
"Name's Pyro, love. Hey, who's the new Shelia you brought home?"
Rogue turned and looked at Nita still standing in the doorway, observing the room.
"New recruit, come on Nita, Ah think there's room over there." She led Nita through the crowded room just as Alex and Scott appeared in the doorway.
Scott surveyed the damage. "Home, Sweet Home." He spotted Amara, and with one quick tap of his glasses, set her free.
"Thanks, Scott."
"Yeah, thanks Scott, for ruining our fun," Bobby added under his breath.
John watched Alex walk over to Amara and helped her climb over the little of the ice wall that was left, and immediately start flirting with her, touching her hair, and what not. He hoped off the couch and made his way over to the couple. "Hiya, Mate, the name's John. And you will be?"
"Alex Summers."
John draped his arm around Amara. "I see you've met my Shelia here."
Amara angrily pushed his arm away. "For the last time, I'm not your Shelia, you damn Commoner!"
"Amara, watch the language," Ororo scolded from the doorway as she, Logan, Hank and the Professor joined the room.
"Sorry," she whispered, and then ran to sit with the majority of the girls on the sofa.
"Anyways, pleased to meet ya," John addressed Alex, grabbing a hold of his hand to shake it. It became completely obvious what John's intentions were, doing the all to manly occurrence of squeezing one's hand as hard as you could in a macho form of a pissing contest. Unfortunately for John, he was unaware of Alex's powers, and it didn't take too long for Alex to become annoyed, and fire up his hand, until it became a little to hot for even John. Finally, John let go, and headed back to his seat beside Bobby, his new partner in crime, the two having bonded over the aforementioned choice of movies, and their love of playing pranks on the other students.
Logan ambled over to the middle of the room, yanking the TV cords out of the wall (a lesson quickly learned from trying to pry the boys away from the television). After the shouts of protest from the four on the floor, all eyes turned towards the Professor.
"I would like everyone to welcome Namorita Prentiss. She and Alex will be staying with us for a while, after an unfortunate incident in Hawaii. I trust everyone here will make her feel at home. Maybe we should start the introductions. Student's please introduce yourselves, and warn Nita about your powers. Jean, we will begin with you, seeing as how Nita will be rooming with you."
"I'm Jean Grey. I'm 18, and I am telepathic and telekinetic."
Slowly the introductions progressed around the room, (with 20-something students to be introduced, it can take quite a while.) Finally, the introductions were finished, and the Professor spoke up. "We are missing someone. Where's Jamie?"
Right on cue, 15 Jamies ran into the room, soliciting giggles from the majority of the room. They were dressed in his Halloween costume—a pair of green tights, a brown belted tunic, and a pointy felt hat with a feather on top.
"And now, for the entertainment portion of tonight's show!" Bobby yelled out, as the Jamies fell into a straight line and began their song---
"We're men, we're men in tights./We roam around the forest looking for fights./We're men, we're men in tights./We rob from the rich and give to the poor, that's right!/We may look like sissies, but watch what you say or else we'll put out your lights!/We're men, we're men in tights, Always on guard defending the people's rights."
In between the verses, the Jamies broke out into a can-can, following the directions provided to them from Bobby's DVD.
We're men, MANLY men, we're men in tights. YIKES!/We roam around the forest looking for fights./We're men, we're men in tights./We rob from the rich and give to the poor, that's right!/We may look like pansies, but don't get us wrong or else we'll put out your lights!/ We're men, we're men in tights—TIGHT—tights,/Always on guard defending the people's rights./When you're in a fix, just call for the men in tights!
Rogue snorted along with the rest of the room, at Jamie's "performance" then remembered her earlier "promise" to Bobby. "Drake" she growled, "your dead!" She launched off the couch as Bobby jumped the back of his and into the hallway of the mansion at full speed, and the majority of the students (including the 15 Jamies) ran out behind them to either watch the action, or join in the fun of torturing one another. Professor Xavier let out a sigh as he heard what was more than likely one of his prized statues break, and looked over at a shell-shocked Nita. "Jamie's power is to create duplicates of himself" he informed the poor girl, who's brain waves had told him that she was in shock at the idea of someone having 15 children at once. He cringed as he heard yet another crash from somewhere behind him. "Welcome home, my dear."
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Responses to Reviews:
Lladyred01—Here is a link to Dragons of Winter Night at Amazon: I really had no clue myself, it was just something I found on a quote website, that I thought fit Rogue's personality. As an added bonus, I watched the original X-Men movie last night, and heard Xavier mention that he would always have hope, which I thought was an awesome coincidence.
Moonlight Pheonix3—Thanks for the compliment on the title, but I can't take credit for that either. It is a line in a Shakespearean play, Hamlet, I think. I guess I should maybe add that to my disclaimer as well, LOL. Anyways, we were going to use it as our graduation's theme a few years back, but there were too many kids who didn't understand what it meant. In simple terms, and I think I will incorporate an explanation of the title in a future chapter, The Past is just the prologue of the story, explaining how we got where we did, and became who we are, the real story is what follows, the choices we make, and the people we become.
Jacob—you must be one of the firsts on this site, to luck out with that name. Thanks on the characterization compliment. If you think I'm doing a good job, you have to read "From the Shadows" by Black Queen, and Seven Sunningdale's "Giddy" and "Love of My Life"—they have some of the best stories I have ever read.
Lyranfan—well, no more Jean with her own room—I'm thinking of moving her and Scott to the teacher's level instead of the dormitories, because the boys' side is getting a little crowded with 15 guys—but I'll provide a tour of the mansion in the next chapter, and let you guys see how I envision it—and why the girls still share rooms even though there should be plenty of space.
Ishalfandhalf—LOL! Quick like a bunny on crack. I may have to steal that at some point.
Everyone else—thanks for the reviews, I appreciate it.
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Coming Soon: John's serenede, and Bobby's big date gets crashed by two other students.
