Chapter 3
By the time the X-Men reached their final destination, a loading dock. The Brotherhood had been waiting, so long in fact that Toad and Pyro were engrossed in a lightning round of poker, while Magneto and Mystique went over of sheet a battle plans laid out on a crate. Creed secured the perimeter.
Mystique jabbed Magneto with her elbow, he looked up with a sarcastic smirk, "Finally, we were beginning to worry you wouldn't show."
"At least they brought the kids this time." said Mystique looking at Bobby and Rogue, who were on their first mission, "We never see them any more."
"Whay you-" Rogue was about to lunge for Mystique, but Logan grabbed her by the seat of the pants and pulled her behind him.
"Well, I think that does it for pleasantries," Magneto began, "so if there isn't anything else-"
"Two seconds," said Scott as he leaned over the nearest crate and threw up.
"You guys hit a bar?" asked Creed as he watched Scott vomiting his brains out.
"That's not alcohol, that's half a bottle of valium," said Wolverine.
"Oh-anyway, prepare for the fight scene!" yelled Toad.
With that having been said the inevitable fight ensued. Wolverine had to protect Scott, forcing Storm, Rogue and Bobby to take the brunt of the fight.
Needless to say Rogue and Bobby's inexperience betrayed them in the end and Storm felt too ill to protect them properly.
As an end result all three were captured and taken back to Magneto's lair, the lab to be specific. Rogue and Bobby were lured into a trap by Mystique posing as Wolverine. Storm on the other hand had passed out walking around the loading dock, while she was looking for the kids. Sabertooth found her and brought her back to the car.
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3hrs later Storm woke up on a cot in a cage and started to freak out. She jumped up and ran over to the bars and began to pull at them. Then her stomach caught up with her.
"NNNNhhhhhh!" she wrapped her arms around her torso and sank to the ground.
The bars parted like they were cheap plastic and before her stood Magneto.
"Been in Cyclops' valium have we?" asked Magneto snidely.
"BACK OFF!" warned Storm.
BOOM!-A clap of thunder could be heard.
"Ah wouldn't get too close," said Rogue from the cell across the way, "she's unpredictable when she's closed in."
"Ya, she's claustrophobic." said Bobby.
"I'll keep that in mind," said Magneto as he motioned for Mystique to come over.
Mystique walked into the cell and helped Storm to her feet.
"Bring her over to the examining table," ordered Magneto.
"No!" Storm tried to get away.
"Do you want us to find out what's wrong with you or not?" hissed Mystique.
"How stupid do you think I am?!" asked Storm sarcastically.
"Oh, can I answer this one?" inquired Mystique enthusiastically.
Magneto sighed and put his hand over his eyes, "Just put her on the table!"
Mystique looked over at Sabertooth, "Hold her down while I fasten the restraints!"
"Uh-ok," said Victor a little hesitantly.
"What do you mean 'uh-ok'?! Do you want to be fried?" asked Mystique.
"Enough all of you!" shouted Magneto, "she can't 'fry' either of you without killing herself in the process. The building you're standing in is constructed of solid metal-a super conductor!"
CRASH!
Bobby had frozen the bars of the cell he and Rogue were in and broke them with a powerful sidekick. Both teens charged from the cell ready for battle, rather an ass whooping considering they were both still yellow belts.
"Pyro, handle them!" ordered Magneto.
Pyro got up from his chair and walked over to fight his former teammates, "The hard way or the easy way."
Bobby narrowed his eyes, "Lets dance!"
"Oh stop it!" Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Rogue, stand back, I'll handle this!" proclaimed Bobby.
"Ah, cannot believe you just said that," growled Rogue.
"Well, if you're so smart how do you propose to fight him?!" asked an exasperated Bobby.
"Look, Rogue we all know you're sexually frustrated, but why don' we let the men handle this one," said John obnoxiously.
"A DISTRACTION!" shouted Rogue as she pointed off to the left, both boys looked in that direction.
POW!-St. John got it right in the~(Well you know what they grow in Macadamia!)
"How's that for 'sexual frustration'?" asked Rogue smiling.
"For the love of all that's sweet and good, woman! What are you, deranged?!" yelped Bobby watching his former friend double over.
That's when Toad walked into the lab with a cup of coffee, "What the hell?!" he asked as he saw Mystique holding Storm down with Sabertooth looking on hesitantly as Magneto prepared a sedative syringe and Pyro hunched over in pain, while Bobby and Rogue towered over him.
Everyone stopped and looked at him.
"All I need is a small blood sample-emphasis on SMALL!" said Toad as he put his coffee down, "Py, you ok?" he asked looking over at his fallen friend.
"Ya," said John a little winded, "just let me find my balls!"
Toad rolled his eyes and opened a drawer and took out four items: a bottle of alcohol, a cotton swab, a glass slide, and a small sterile blade.
Ororo started to struggle.
"Grab her feet," Mystique told Sabetooth.
He did, but not hard enough to hurt her.
Toad grasped Ororo's hand and sterilized her ring finger with the alcohol and cotton swab, then pricked it with the razor and put the slide under a microscope.
"You can let her up now," said Toad walking over to the computer.
~*~5 Minutes Later~*~
Toad tore off a print out from the computer and glanced over it, "Hey midget convention," he looked over at the trio of teens, "go find somewhere else to beat the ever living crap out of each other, NOW!"
"Ah know he isn't sayin' Ah'm short!" yelled Marie about to lung at the anphibiod (ok, I made that word up. I have no idea what to call Toad as far as human/animal is concerned.)
"Ok, let's not look an escape route in the mouth!" said Bobby hoisting Rogue over his shoulder.
"Isn't that supposed to be a horse?" asked John opening the door.
"Same difference," said Bobby as he carried Rogue into the hall.
"Bobby, if you don't put me down Ah swear-" Rogue's threat was cut off by the door slamming shut.
"What's so bad that you had to send them away?" asked Mystique.
"What's wrong?" asked Storm nervously.
"Well, nothing's 'bad' per say-" said Toad looking down at the paper in his hand.
"What is that supposed to mean exactly?" asked Magneto.
"It all depends on how you take it-I suppose," said Toad.
"Take what?" asked Creed.
"The results!" said Toad flatly.
"We know that!" said Magneto getting impatient, "What are the results?!"
Toad paused for a moment almost in disbelief of the sheet of paper before him, "Well, in about eight months Storm and Sabertooth are going to be parents."
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As usual comments and questions are welcome of any nature and all the reviews received so far are always appreciated.
By the time the X-Men reached their final destination, a loading dock. The Brotherhood had been waiting, so long in fact that Toad and Pyro were engrossed in a lightning round of poker, while Magneto and Mystique went over of sheet a battle plans laid out on a crate. Creed secured the perimeter.
Mystique jabbed Magneto with her elbow, he looked up with a sarcastic smirk, "Finally, we were beginning to worry you wouldn't show."
"At least they brought the kids this time." said Mystique looking at Bobby and Rogue, who were on their first mission, "We never see them any more."
"Whay you-" Rogue was about to lunge for Mystique, but Logan grabbed her by the seat of the pants and pulled her behind him.
"Well, I think that does it for pleasantries," Magneto began, "so if there isn't anything else-"
"Two seconds," said Scott as he leaned over the nearest crate and threw up.
"You guys hit a bar?" asked Creed as he watched Scott vomiting his brains out.
"That's not alcohol, that's half a bottle of valium," said Wolverine.
"Oh-anyway, prepare for the fight scene!" yelled Toad.
With that having been said the inevitable fight ensued. Wolverine had to protect Scott, forcing Storm, Rogue and Bobby to take the brunt of the fight.
Needless to say Rogue and Bobby's inexperience betrayed them in the end and Storm felt too ill to protect them properly.
As an end result all three were captured and taken back to Magneto's lair, the lab to be specific. Rogue and Bobby were lured into a trap by Mystique posing as Wolverine. Storm on the other hand had passed out walking around the loading dock, while she was looking for the kids. Sabertooth found her and brought her back to the car.
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3hrs later Storm woke up on a cot in a cage and started to freak out. She jumped up and ran over to the bars and began to pull at them. Then her stomach caught up with her.
"NNNNhhhhhh!" she wrapped her arms around her torso and sank to the ground.
The bars parted like they were cheap plastic and before her stood Magneto.
"Been in Cyclops' valium have we?" asked Magneto snidely.
"BACK OFF!" warned Storm.
BOOM!-A clap of thunder could be heard.
"Ah wouldn't get too close," said Rogue from the cell across the way, "she's unpredictable when she's closed in."
"Ya, she's claustrophobic." said Bobby.
"I'll keep that in mind," said Magneto as he motioned for Mystique to come over.
Mystique walked into the cell and helped Storm to her feet.
"Bring her over to the examining table," ordered Magneto.
"No!" Storm tried to get away.
"Do you want us to find out what's wrong with you or not?" hissed Mystique.
"How stupid do you think I am?!" asked Storm sarcastically.
"Oh, can I answer this one?" inquired Mystique enthusiastically.
Magneto sighed and put his hand over his eyes, "Just put her on the table!"
Mystique looked over at Sabertooth, "Hold her down while I fasten the restraints!"
"Uh-ok," said Victor a little hesitantly.
"What do you mean 'uh-ok'?! Do you want to be fried?" asked Mystique.
"Enough all of you!" shouted Magneto, "she can't 'fry' either of you without killing herself in the process. The building you're standing in is constructed of solid metal-a super conductor!"
CRASH!
Bobby had frozen the bars of the cell he and Rogue were in and broke them with a powerful sidekick. Both teens charged from the cell ready for battle, rather an ass whooping considering they were both still yellow belts.
"Pyro, handle them!" ordered Magneto.
Pyro got up from his chair and walked over to fight his former teammates, "The hard way or the easy way."
Bobby narrowed his eyes, "Lets dance!"
"Oh stop it!" Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Rogue, stand back, I'll handle this!" proclaimed Bobby.
"Ah, cannot believe you just said that," growled Rogue.
"Well, if you're so smart how do you propose to fight him?!" asked an exasperated Bobby.
"Look, Rogue we all know you're sexually frustrated, but why don' we let the men handle this one," said John obnoxiously.
"A DISTRACTION!" shouted Rogue as she pointed off to the left, both boys looked in that direction.
POW!-St. John got it right in the~(Well you know what they grow in Macadamia!)
"How's that for 'sexual frustration'?" asked Rogue smiling.
"For the love of all that's sweet and good, woman! What are you, deranged?!" yelped Bobby watching his former friend double over.
That's when Toad walked into the lab with a cup of coffee, "What the hell?!" he asked as he saw Mystique holding Storm down with Sabertooth looking on hesitantly as Magneto prepared a sedative syringe and Pyro hunched over in pain, while Bobby and Rogue towered over him.
Everyone stopped and looked at him.
"All I need is a small blood sample-emphasis on SMALL!" said Toad as he put his coffee down, "Py, you ok?" he asked looking over at his fallen friend.
"Ya," said John a little winded, "just let me find my balls!"
Toad rolled his eyes and opened a drawer and took out four items: a bottle of alcohol, a cotton swab, a glass slide, and a small sterile blade.
Ororo started to struggle.
"Grab her feet," Mystique told Sabetooth.
He did, but not hard enough to hurt her.
Toad grasped Ororo's hand and sterilized her ring finger with the alcohol and cotton swab, then pricked it with the razor and put the slide under a microscope.
"You can let her up now," said Toad walking over to the computer.
~*~5 Minutes Later~*~
Toad tore off a print out from the computer and glanced over it, "Hey midget convention," he looked over at the trio of teens, "go find somewhere else to beat the ever living crap out of each other, NOW!"
"Ah know he isn't sayin' Ah'm short!" yelled Marie about to lung at the anphibiod (ok, I made that word up. I have no idea what to call Toad as far as human/animal is concerned.)
"Ok, let's not look an escape route in the mouth!" said Bobby hoisting Rogue over his shoulder.
"Isn't that supposed to be a horse?" asked John opening the door.
"Same difference," said Bobby as he carried Rogue into the hall.
"Bobby, if you don't put me down Ah swear-" Rogue's threat was cut off by the door slamming shut.
"What's so bad that you had to send them away?" asked Mystique.
"What's wrong?" asked Storm nervously.
"Well, nothing's 'bad' per say-" said Toad looking down at the paper in his hand.
"What is that supposed to mean exactly?" asked Magneto.
"It all depends on how you take it-I suppose," said Toad.
"Take what?" asked Creed.
"The results!" said Toad flatly.
"We know that!" said Magneto getting impatient, "What are the results?!"
Toad paused for a moment almost in disbelief of the sheet of paper before him, "Well, in about eight months Storm and Sabertooth are going to be parents."
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As usual comments and questions are welcome of any nature and all the reviews received so far are always appreciated.