Chapter 5: The Call
Mystique and Toad were in the commons room reading. The remote had been screwing Mia (Mia=M.I.A=Missing In Action) since the kids had gone to bed and tensions were high. Rather than turning to the lost art of conversation Toad had turned to Sports' Illustrated and Mystique had turned to Vogue.
The silence was enough to drive any self respecting mime insane.
Toad threw his magazine down on the coffee table, "It's too quiet!" he declared.
"I know," said Mystique, "I've read this sentence six times."
"Where do you think the holy terrors are?" asked Toad.
"I don't know, but with any luck they burned out after drinking all that coffee," said Mystique glancing over at the trashcan over flowing with Starbucks' cups.
After a short search Toad and Mystique found the trio of teens in the lab with the remains of a bag of coffee in front of them.
"What are you little cretins up to?" asked Toad.
"Don't tell me the tree of you ate that bag of coffee grounds raw!" said Mystique.
The three teens looked at each other.
"Ok," said Pyro.
Mystique just rolled her eyes and took the shredded bag over to the trash.
"What's with the car?" asked Toad noticing the blueprint of a car on the computer screen.
"The kids explained about the prank war and their roll in it.
"Our plan is to take Scott's car apart, put it back together in his room and set the car alarm to go off at 4 am-" explained Bobby.
"Our problem is the bottom part of the frame. It's too big to take up the back stairs and we'll run into Wolverine," said Rogue.
Both boys visibly shuddered.
"And cutting it in ½ would make too much noise," said Pyro getting back on topic.
"I don't care if you're seconds from discovering the equation for time travel. You've all been awake for over 24 hours-go to bed!" said Mystique.
"But-" John started to protest.
"NO!" said Mystique sternly.
"We're not done!" insisted Rogue.
"I don't care!" said Mystique.
"The prank of the century-" Bobby began.
"BED!" ordered Mystique.
"Wait have you guys seen the remote?" asked Toad, "I can't find it anywhere."
The teens grumbled in the negative as they reluctantly filed off to bed. Each knowing better than to challenge Mystique for fear of both their physical and mental health. Did Magneto know how to pick 'em or what?"
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Speak of the devil himself, Magneto had faxed the test results over to Xavier. Needless to say Xavier was caught off guard.
Magneto was sitting in his office filling out paperwork.
The phone rang.
Magneto put his pen down and picked up the phone, "Hello, Charles."
"I thought I was supposed to be the psychic," said Xavier in his regular warm manner.
"Well, old friend," said Magneto in his usual sarcastic demeanor, "let's cut straight to the case, how do you want to handle this? Do you want me to send her back to you?"
"I want to do what's in her best interest obviously." said Xavier, "Could I speak with her?"
"Of course," said Magneto, "I'll connect you to her room."
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RING! RING!
It was 1:30 in the afternoon. Both Storm and Sabertooth were still asleep. Don't get me wrong, Saberooth had woken up at least 5 times, but when he saw Ororo was still unconscious he just rolled over and went back to sleep.
RING! RING!-The tone cut through the stillness of the room.
Victor growled a little, but did wake up.
RING! RING!
Sabertooth reluctantly removed his arm from the warmth of the comforter, reached over Ororo and picked up the phone, "Hello?" he was ½ conscious.
"Victor, put Storm on the phone," said Magneto.
"Hold on," said Victor lowering the phone next to Storm.
He shook her slightly, "Wake up- phone."
"MMMMMhhhhhh-hello?" she held the phone like a dead fish.
"Storm, are you alright?" asked Xavier.
"PROFESSOR?!" Storm sat straight up in bed.
"Yes, Storm it's me. How are you?" the Prof. tried again.
"So you know-" said Storm nervously.
"Yes, I know," confirmed the Prof.
"What about Scott and Logan?" asked Ororo hoarsely.
"No, only I know," answered Xavier, "Why don't you tell me your side of the story? I would like to hear your perspective."
Storm shifted uneasily.
Victor wrapped his arms around Storm's waist and started to purr, but remained laying on the bed.
So Storm told her side of the story. Everything from leaving with Logan to arriving at the bar finding Scott to seeing Pyro, swapping stories with Sabertooth and Toad. Then waking up the next day.
Charles paused, "Are you sure Victor is indeed the father?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but Sabertooth's bed is the first I've woken up in that wasn't mine since I came to America." said Storm a little more than offended.
"How is he taking this?" asked Xavier attempting to take the worry out of his voice.
"Surprisingly-" Ororo began, "a lot better than me."
"Better than you?" asked Charles.
"I was a little surprised!" said Ororo sarcastically, "What are you getting at?"
"Magneto has offered to send you back to the Institute-considering the situation."
"What about Bobby and Rogue?" asked Storm.
"They weren't mentioned," said Xavier.
"Then no deal." said Storm, "I will not leave them."
"I understand," said Charles, "what about Scott and Logan?"
"I guess they should know," said Storm hesitantly, "Kurt and Hank too."
"I'll tell them," the Prof. assured her.
"Thank you," she said then hung up.
There was a knock at the door.
"Ya?" said Creed.
Mystique opened the door and walked in, "If you want an uninterrupted, quit meal I would go now, while the Mod Squad (Pyro, Bobby and Rogue) is still asleep."
Having said that she left closing the door behind her after placing a small pile of clothes on the floor.
Storm reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, while Victor headed over to the closet for a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
"Goddess!" yelped Storm.
"What's wrong now?" asked Victor walking over to the bathroom.
"DO YOU MIND?!" yelled Ororo as she started a whirl wind in the center of the floor, which hurled everything that wasn't bolted down in Victor's direction.
"Hey!" Victor was blown out of the threshold, across the room and into the wall.
Victor was a bit dazed for a few moments as his double vision faded.
"Christ, just slam the door in my face next time!" said Creed as he got to his feet and looked up, "Shit."
Storm was doubled over on the floor again from using her powers.
"Mind explaining that little outburst?!" asked Creed stalking back over to the bathroom.
He picked her and brought her over to bed. Then went over to the clothes Mystique left.
"Five pounds," said Storm quietly.
"What?" Victor asked bring the clothes over to storm.
"I lost five pounds since last month," said Storm covering her eyes with a hand and swallowing hard.
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10 min later Storm and Sabertooth made it to the kitchen.
Toad was sitting at table, while Mystique was flipping through and issue of House and Garden.
"Rough night?" asked Toad when he saw a gash on the side of Sabertooth's face from when he was sent across the room. The razor had gotten a piece of his face, "I trust it was a 'shocking' experience.
Sabertooth stared to growl as he glared at Toad.
"That's enough both of you!" scolded Mystique, "Honestly you're worse than the teenagers!"
Storm sat at the kitchen table and put her head down on her hands.
Magneto walked in with the paper under his arm, "Trouble in paradise?" he asked Victor sarcastically.
"You have no idea," said Creed crossing his arms as the gash on his face healed completely.
Magneto chuckled a little as he walked over to Storm and felt her forehead, "At little warm, but that can be expected."
"What about weight loss?" asked Storm.
"How much," inquired Magneto.
"Five pounds," said Victor.
"That's nothing to worry about," said Mystique.
"What's nothing to worry about?" asked St. John as he strolled into the kitchen with Bobby behind him.
"Don't worry about it." said Mystique.
"Worry about what?" asked Bobby.
"Never mind!" said Mystique.
"Ever solve that 'problem'?" asked Toad.
"No we're still working on it," said Py.
Rogue came careening around the corner, Guahys, Ah figured it out! Ah- WHOOOOOOOOA!"
When Rogue tried to stop on the metal floor in knit socks and went skidding across the floor on her ass.
"SAFE!" pronounced John.
SLAP!
"Ow!" yelped St. John. Mystique had smacked him upside the head.
"Rogue are you alright?" asked Storm.
Rogue reached under the couch, "Who the hell cares? Ah found the remote." she said triumphantly.
"'bout friggin' time," commented Toad.
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Next up: Wolverine and Scott's reactions in Xavier's office-not to mention a brief interlude with Scott's car-(Mwhahahaha!).
Mystique and Toad were in the commons room reading. The remote had been screwing Mia (Mia=M.I.A=Missing In Action) since the kids had gone to bed and tensions were high. Rather than turning to the lost art of conversation Toad had turned to Sports' Illustrated and Mystique had turned to Vogue.
The silence was enough to drive any self respecting mime insane.
Toad threw his magazine down on the coffee table, "It's too quiet!" he declared.
"I know," said Mystique, "I've read this sentence six times."
"Where do you think the holy terrors are?" asked Toad.
"I don't know, but with any luck they burned out after drinking all that coffee," said Mystique glancing over at the trashcan over flowing with Starbucks' cups.
After a short search Toad and Mystique found the trio of teens in the lab with the remains of a bag of coffee in front of them.
"What are you little cretins up to?" asked Toad.
"Don't tell me the tree of you ate that bag of coffee grounds raw!" said Mystique.
The three teens looked at each other.
"Ok," said Pyro.
Mystique just rolled her eyes and took the shredded bag over to the trash.
"What's with the car?" asked Toad noticing the blueprint of a car on the computer screen.
"The kids explained about the prank war and their roll in it.
"Our plan is to take Scott's car apart, put it back together in his room and set the car alarm to go off at 4 am-" explained Bobby.
"Our problem is the bottom part of the frame. It's too big to take up the back stairs and we'll run into Wolverine," said Rogue.
Both boys visibly shuddered.
"And cutting it in ½ would make too much noise," said Pyro getting back on topic.
"I don't care if you're seconds from discovering the equation for time travel. You've all been awake for over 24 hours-go to bed!" said Mystique.
"But-" John started to protest.
"NO!" said Mystique sternly.
"We're not done!" insisted Rogue.
"I don't care!" said Mystique.
"The prank of the century-" Bobby began.
"BED!" ordered Mystique.
"Wait have you guys seen the remote?" asked Toad, "I can't find it anywhere."
The teens grumbled in the negative as they reluctantly filed off to bed. Each knowing better than to challenge Mystique for fear of both their physical and mental health. Did Magneto know how to pick 'em or what?"
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Speak of the devil himself, Magneto had faxed the test results over to Xavier. Needless to say Xavier was caught off guard.
Magneto was sitting in his office filling out paperwork.
The phone rang.
Magneto put his pen down and picked up the phone, "Hello, Charles."
"I thought I was supposed to be the psychic," said Xavier in his regular warm manner.
"Well, old friend," said Magneto in his usual sarcastic demeanor, "let's cut straight to the case, how do you want to handle this? Do you want me to send her back to you?"
"I want to do what's in her best interest obviously." said Xavier, "Could I speak with her?"
"Of course," said Magneto, "I'll connect you to her room."
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RING! RING!
It was 1:30 in the afternoon. Both Storm and Sabertooth were still asleep. Don't get me wrong, Saberooth had woken up at least 5 times, but when he saw Ororo was still unconscious he just rolled over and went back to sleep.
RING! RING!-The tone cut through the stillness of the room.
Victor growled a little, but did wake up.
RING! RING!
Sabertooth reluctantly removed his arm from the warmth of the comforter, reached over Ororo and picked up the phone, "Hello?" he was ½ conscious.
"Victor, put Storm on the phone," said Magneto.
"Hold on," said Victor lowering the phone next to Storm.
He shook her slightly, "Wake up- phone."
"MMMMMhhhhhh-hello?" she held the phone like a dead fish.
"Storm, are you alright?" asked Xavier.
"PROFESSOR?!" Storm sat straight up in bed.
"Yes, Storm it's me. How are you?" the Prof. tried again.
"So you know-" said Storm nervously.
"Yes, I know," confirmed the Prof.
"What about Scott and Logan?" asked Ororo hoarsely.
"No, only I know," answered Xavier, "Why don't you tell me your side of the story? I would like to hear your perspective."
Storm shifted uneasily.
Victor wrapped his arms around Storm's waist and started to purr, but remained laying on the bed.
So Storm told her side of the story. Everything from leaving with Logan to arriving at the bar finding Scott to seeing Pyro, swapping stories with Sabertooth and Toad. Then waking up the next day.
Charles paused, "Are you sure Victor is indeed the father?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but Sabertooth's bed is the first I've woken up in that wasn't mine since I came to America." said Storm a little more than offended.
"How is he taking this?" asked Xavier attempting to take the worry out of his voice.
"Surprisingly-" Ororo began, "a lot better than me."
"Better than you?" asked Charles.
"I was a little surprised!" said Ororo sarcastically, "What are you getting at?"
"Magneto has offered to send you back to the Institute-considering the situation."
"What about Bobby and Rogue?" asked Storm.
"They weren't mentioned," said Xavier.
"Then no deal." said Storm, "I will not leave them."
"I understand," said Charles, "what about Scott and Logan?"
"I guess they should know," said Storm hesitantly, "Kurt and Hank too."
"I'll tell them," the Prof. assured her.
"Thank you," she said then hung up.
There was a knock at the door.
"Ya?" said Creed.
Mystique opened the door and walked in, "If you want an uninterrupted, quit meal I would go now, while the Mod Squad (Pyro, Bobby and Rogue) is still asleep."
Having said that she left closing the door behind her after placing a small pile of clothes on the floor.
Storm reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, while Victor headed over to the closet for a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
"Goddess!" yelped Storm.
"What's wrong now?" asked Victor walking over to the bathroom.
"DO YOU MIND?!" yelled Ororo as she started a whirl wind in the center of the floor, which hurled everything that wasn't bolted down in Victor's direction.
"Hey!" Victor was blown out of the threshold, across the room and into the wall.
Victor was a bit dazed for a few moments as his double vision faded.
"Christ, just slam the door in my face next time!" said Creed as he got to his feet and looked up, "Shit."
Storm was doubled over on the floor again from using her powers.
"Mind explaining that little outburst?!" asked Creed stalking back over to the bathroom.
He picked her and brought her over to bed. Then went over to the clothes Mystique left.
"Five pounds," said Storm quietly.
"What?" Victor asked bring the clothes over to storm.
"I lost five pounds since last month," said Storm covering her eyes with a hand and swallowing hard.
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10 min later Storm and Sabertooth made it to the kitchen.
Toad was sitting at table, while Mystique was flipping through and issue of House and Garden.
"Rough night?" asked Toad when he saw a gash on the side of Sabertooth's face from when he was sent across the room. The razor had gotten a piece of his face, "I trust it was a 'shocking' experience.
Sabertooth stared to growl as he glared at Toad.
"That's enough both of you!" scolded Mystique, "Honestly you're worse than the teenagers!"
Storm sat at the kitchen table and put her head down on her hands.
Magneto walked in with the paper under his arm, "Trouble in paradise?" he asked Victor sarcastically.
"You have no idea," said Creed crossing his arms as the gash on his face healed completely.
Magneto chuckled a little as he walked over to Storm and felt her forehead, "At little warm, but that can be expected."
"What about weight loss?" asked Storm.
"How much," inquired Magneto.
"Five pounds," said Victor.
"That's nothing to worry about," said Mystique.
"What's nothing to worry about?" asked St. John as he strolled into the kitchen with Bobby behind him.
"Don't worry about it." said Mystique.
"Worry about what?" asked Bobby.
"Never mind!" said Mystique.
"Ever solve that 'problem'?" asked Toad.
"No we're still working on it," said Py.
Rogue came careening around the corner, Guahys, Ah figured it out! Ah- WHOOOOOOOOA!"
When Rogue tried to stop on the metal floor in knit socks and went skidding across the floor on her ass.
"SAFE!" pronounced John.
SLAP!
"Ow!" yelped St. John. Mystique had smacked him upside the head.
"Rogue are you alright?" asked Storm.
Rogue reached under the couch, "Who the hell cares? Ah found the remote." she said triumphantly.
"'bout friggin' time," commented Toad.
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Next up: Wolverine and Scott's reactions in Xavier's office-not to mention a brief interlude with Scott's car-(Mwhahahaha!).