Chapter 7: Chaos in the Kitchen
"Ugh," Storm groaned as she draped herself over the metallic tub. It was the fourth time she had thrown up that night.
"How much longer is this supposed to happen?" asked Victor as he started to rub Ororo's back.
"Until the beginning of the second trimester," said Storm as her stomach wrenched.
"And that would be?" inquired Creed.
"Roughly," Storm coughed, "a month and a half."
"Great," sighed Victor.
"And why is it called 'morning sickness', if it can happen at any point of the day?!" asked an exasperated and once again nauseous Storm, "A man must have named it!-It had to have been a-*hurk*"
"Not again," groaned Creed.
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Meanwhile in the commons room-
"Are you sure this is going to work?" asked Bobby hesitantly.
"Of course not!" said Rogue holding a clipboard, "That's why we're testing it!"
"But why a jet pack?!" insisted Bobby as Pyro helped him put it on.
"Bobby, we've been through this!" scolded Rogue, "To make sure we completely fill Logan's bathroom with whipped cream we have to do it from the window on the second floor and a pulley system will take too long to put up and take down. Not to mention a grappling hook will put holes in the roof."
"What if we rigged a pulley system off one of the trees nearby, put the lighter kids in harnesses and pull them up to the window with buckets of whipped cream and then just lower them back down pleaded Bobby.
"The students hoisting the other students in the harnesses would get tired before the bathroom was completely filled," argued Rogue.
"I guess that's a good point," said Bobby nervously as Pyro tightened the straps securing the jet pack.
"Now turn the dial to number 5," Rogue told John.
VWIIIIIIIIP!-the electronic battery bar rose to maximum capacity.
"Now what?" asked John.
"Help Bobby put this glove on," Rogue handed John a black glove.
"What's this for?" asked Bobby.
"It controls the force of the jet pack," explained Rogue.
"How does it work?" Bobby persisted.
"All you have to do is make a fist." said Rogue glancing down at her clipboard, "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be-" Bobby swallowed hard.
"Good," said Rogue, "now close your fist-slowly."
"No wait, my sleeve is caught!" yelled John.
To late-Bobby had already closed his fist.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Py tugged at his sleeve in vain.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed bobby as both he and Pyro flew across the room and into a wall-
CRASH!
Rogue covered her eyes with her hand as she tossed the clipboard over her shoulder, "Back to the drawing board," she sighed.
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7:00 am
Xavier Institute
Scott came around slowly on the couch in the Prof's office. He sat up and saw Wolverine sitting opposite him in an oversized chair-
"Logan, I had the strangest dream that the Professor told us Ro was going to have Sabertooth's baby," Scott started to laugh, but then saw Wolverine's expression, "I didn't dream it, did I?"
"No," said Wolverine solemnly.
"Oh my God," said Scott covering his face with his hands, "It's all my fault."
"What?" asked Wolverine clearly in the dark, "How?!"
"If I hadn't gone to that bar none of this would have happened!"
"Don't start that crap, Scooter!" warned Wolverine, "Ro's a big girl, she can take responsibility fer getting' drunk and the result."
"Yes, but-" Scott continued.
"No!" Logan cut in, "She could have come home with us, but chose to stay."
"This is so unprecedented, what now?" asked Scott.
"Why the hell would I know?" asked Logan, "Yer the strategist."
"Well," said Scott, "I think it's in our best interest to make sure she's alright."
"I agree," said Logan, "but how? The Professor isn't going to let us just storm (Mwahaha!) Magneto's complex!-Christ, we don't even know where it is."
"Don't worry," said Scott slyly, "I'll work on the Professor."
"Knew I could count on you, Cyke," said Logan with a wolfish grin.
"Wait a minute," said Scott, "I didn't dream anything last night?"
"I guess not-why?" asked Logan not sure what Scott was getting at.
"Holy shit, MY CAR!" yelled Scott leaping off the couch and heading for the main stairwell up to his room.
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Storm sat at the kitchen table locked into a staring contest with her lunch- a Caesar salad.
Toad was standing off to the side holding an auto body magazine, while Mystique leaned against one of the counters reading an article in Vogue and Victor was cleaning out the freezer-frozen packets of hamburger meet lined most of the countertop space. Magneto was in his office going over various paperwork, while the kids were outside playing manhunt.
Mystique looked up from her magazine, "Is there a problem?"
"What?" Storm looked up.
"Are you gonna eat it or are you trying to work up enough courage to ask it out on a date?" asked Toad sarcastically.
"Yes-No-I mean-"said Storm faltered, "I want it, but I don't want it."
"I get it," said Mystique walking over to the table.
"I don't," said Toad.
"Of course you don't," Mystique chided him as she dumped the salad into a zip-lock bag.
"The hell's that supposed to mean?" asked Toad.
"She's not eating for just her anymore and quite frankly I'm glad she getting some variety in her diet!"
"And just what do you mean by that?!" exclaimed Storm.
"Oh, nothing only that you've been eating salad three times a day since you got here!" said a rather exasperated Mystique.
"What's wrong with salad?!" asked Storm accusingly.
"Nothing," said Mystique defensively, "it's just not very sustaining!"
"What does it matter?" asked Storm, "It's not like I'm going to be able to keep it down!"
Storm just sighed as she walked over to where Sabertooth was standing.
"Just out of curiosity," Toad stepped in, "how can we be sure this kid is Victor's?! For all we know-"
Sabertooth started to growl.
"Don't start," warned Mystique, "because if her attacks you I'm not going to stop him."
"I'm just saying how do we know anything happened a month ago you both were obviously too drunk to remember anything, whose to say anything happened-" asked Toad.
Storm would have been trying to use her powers to fry Toad only she found something more enticeing-meat. Frozen meat to be exact.
The look of it, smell of it, the texture-Why had she never noticed it before?
"Whoa-what are you doing?!" Mystique dove forward and grabbed a package of frozen meat before Storm bit into it cellophane, styrophome (don't know if that's spelled right) and all!
"I-I don't know!" Ororo recoiled in horror once she realized what she was about to do.
"What's say we cook this first?" asked Mystique still a little caught off guard at what Storm was about to do.
Victor stopped growling and started purring as he wrapped a well muscled arm around her waist and pulled her into his chest, "Anymore doubts, Toad?" he asked nuzzling Ororo's hair.
"Ugh," Storm groaned as she draped herself over the metallic tub. It was the fourth time she had thrown up that night.
"How much longer is this supposed to happen?" asked Victor as he started to rub Ororo's back.
"Until the beginning of the second trimester," said Storm as her stomach wrenched.
"And that would be?" inquired Creed.
"Roughly," Storm coughed, "a month and a half."
"Great," sighed Victor.
"And why is it called 'morning sickness', if it can happen at any point of the day?!" asked an exasperated and once again nauseous Storm, "A man must have named it!-It had to have been a-*hurk*"
"Not again," groaned Creed.
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Meanwhile in the commons room-
"Are you sure this is going to work?" asked Bobby hesitantly.
"Of course not!" said Rogue holding a clipboard, "That's why we're testing it!"
"But why a jet pack?!" insisted Bobby as Pyro helped him put it on.
"Bobby, we've been through this!" scolded Rogue, "To make sure we completely fill Logan's bathroom with whipped cream we have to do it from the window on the second floor and a pulley system will take too long to put up and take down. Not to mention a grappling hook will put holes in the roof."
"What if we rigged a pulley system off one of the trees nearby, put the lighter kids in harnesses and pull them up to the window with buckets of whipped cream and then just lower them back down pleaded Bobby.
"The students hoisting the other students in the harnesses would get tired before the bathroom was completely filled," argued Rogue.
"I guess that's a good point," said Bobby nervously as Pyro tightened the straps securing the jet pack.
"Now turn the dial to number 5," Rogue told John.
VWIIIIIIIIP!-the electronic battery bar rose to maximum capacity.
"Now what?" asked John.
"Help Bobby put this glove on," Rogue handed John a black glove.
"What's this for?" asked Bobby.
"It controls the force of the jet pack," explained Rogue.
"How does it work?" Bobby persisted.
"All you have to do is make a fist." said Rogue glancing down at her clipboard, "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be-" Bobby swallowed hard.
"Good," said Rogue, "now close your fist-slowly."
"No wait, my sleeve is caught!" yelled John.
To late-Bobby had already closed his fist.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Py tugged at his sleeve in vain.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed bobby as both he and Pyro flew across the room and into a wall-
CRASH!
Rogue covered her eyes with her hand as she tossed the clipboard over her shoulder, "Back to the drawing board," she sighed.
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7:00 am
Xavier Institute
Scott came around slowly on the couch in the Prof's office. He sat up and saw Wolverine sitting opposite him in an oversized chair-
"Logan, I had the strangest dream that the Professor told us Ro was going to have Sabertooth's baby," Scott started to laugh, but then saw Wolverine's expression, "I didn't dream it, did I?"
"No," said Wolverine solemnly.
"Oh my God," said Scott covering his face with his hands, "It's all my fault."
"What?" asked Wolverine clearly in the dark, "How?!"
"If I hadn't gone to that bar none of this would have happened!"
"Don't start that crap, Scooter!" warned Wolverine, "Ro's a big girl, she can take responsibility fer getting' drunk and the result."
"Yes, but-" Scott continued.
"No!" Logan cut in, "She could have come home with us, but chose to stay."
"This is so unprecedented, what now?" asked Scott.
"Why the hell would I know?" asked Logan, "Yer the strategist."
"Well," said Scott, "I think it's in our best interest to make sure she's alright."
"I agree," said Logan, "but how? The Professor isn't going to let us just storm (Mwahaha!) Magneto's complex!-Christ, we don't even know where it is."
"Don't worry," said Scott slyly, "I'll work on the Professor."
"Knew I could count on you, Cyke," said Logan with a wolfish grin.
"Wait a minute," said Scott, "I didn't dream anything last night?"
"I guess not-why?" asked Logan not sure what Scott was getting at.
"Holy shit, MY CAR!" yelled Scott leaping off the couch and heading for the main stairwell up to his room.
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Storm sat at the kitchen table locked into a staring contest with her lunch- a Caesar salad.
Toad was standing off to the side holding an auto body magazine, while Mystique leaned against one of the counters reading an article in Vogue and Victor was cleaning out the freezer-frozen packets of hamburger meet lined most of the countertop space. Magneto was in his office going over various paperwork, while the kids were outside playing manhunt.
Mystique looked up from her magazine, "Is there a problem?"
"What?" Storm looked up.
"Are you gonna eat it or are you trying to work up enough courage to ask it out on a date?" asked Toad sarcastically.
"Yes-No-I mean-"said Storm faltered, "I want it, but I don't want it."
"I get it," said Mystique walking over to the table.
"I don't," said Toad.
"Of course you don't," Mystique chided him as she dumped the salad into a zip-lock bag.
"The hell's that supposed to mean?" asked Toad.
"She's not eating for just her anymore and quite frankly I'm glad she getting some variety in her diet!"
"And just what do you mean by that?!" exclaimed Storm.
"Oh, nothing only that you've been eating salad three times a day since you got here!" said a rather exasperated Mystique.
"What's wrong with salad?!" asked Storm accusingly.
"Nothing," said Mystique defensively, "it's just not very sustaining!"
"What does it matter?" asked Storm, "It's not like I'm going to be able to keep it down!"
Storm just sighed as she walked over to where Sabertooth was standing.
"Just out of curiosity," Toad stepped in, "how can we be sure this kid is Victor's?! For all we know-"
Sabertooth started to growl.
"Don't start," warned Mystique, "because if her attacks you I'm not going to stop him."
"I'm just saying how do we know anything happened a month ago you both were obviously too drunk to remember anything, whose to say anything happened-" asked Toad.
Storm would have been trying to use her powers to fry Toad only she found something more enticeing-meat. Frozen meat to be exact.
The look of it, smell of it, the texture-Why had she never noticed it before?
"Whoa-what are you doing?!" Mystique dove forward and grabbed a package of frozen meat before Storm bit into it cellophane, styrophome (don't know if that's spelled right) and all!
"I-I don't know!" Ororo recoiled in horror once she realized what she was about to do.
"What's say we cook this first?" asked Mystique still a little caught off guard at what Storm was about to do.
Victor stopped growling and started purring as he wrapped a well muscled arm around her waist and pulled her into his chest, "Anymore doubts, Toad?" he asked nuzzling Ororo's hair.