Chapter 13: Hail to the Queen
Disclaimer: I own the antics, not the characters.
3:45am at the Xavier Institute
Scott Summers was laying on his back, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. It was the third night in a row he had only slept for just shy of two hours.
There were no two ways around it-
He was worried:
About Ororo, about the politics of the teams, about mutants in general and especially about all the havoc the combined forces of Rogue, Bobby and John could cause.
He rolled over and looked at the clock-
3:45am
He sighed-Those kids were going to be the death of him!
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Later that morning all the adults met in Magneto's office, which left the kids to their homework.
Storm and Sabretooth came in and sat across the metallic desk from Magneto, Mystique and Toad.
"You wanted to see us?" Storm asked the Master of Magnetism.
"Yes," Magneto began slowly, "We need to talk about sending the two of you back to the Institute." he paused for a reaction.
"What? Why?!" asked Victor was a little more than taken off guard.
"Because the medical lab here isn't equipped for a delivery," explained Toad.
"We're also surrounded by water, which only complicates the situation," Mystique added.
"I don't know," said Victor hesitantly.
Storm looked over at Victor and smirked, "What's not to know?" (Oh, ya it was pay back time for springing that marriage license on her-Mwahahaha!)
Victor knew he wasn't going to win this one, "When do we leave?" he sighed.
"Tomorrow," said Magneto.
"Why so soon?" asked Victor tipping his hand that he really had no desire to go (not that he cared, mind you), "We still have three months."
"More like two and a half," corrected Mystique.
"That can't be right," Ororo frowned.
"With triplets you won't go to term," Mystique explained.
"So go pack and we leave first thing in the morning." said Magneto.
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Meanwhile the kids had finished their homework and found themselves once again sitting on their asses in the lab, board as all hell.
"Ah'm board as all hell," declared Marie (Hey, didn't I just say that?).
"Oh and we aren't?!" said John sarcastically.
"Yer goin' the riahght way fer abeat down!" growled Marie.
"Why, Rogue," said John with mock surprise, "I had no idea you were interested!" he rolled his eyes.
"Whay you son of-" Marie was cut off by Bobby pulling her back into her chair.
"Don't you guys ever take a break?!" groaned Bobby.
"That's it!" exclaimed Rogue punching Bobby's upper arm.
"OW!" yelled Bobby.
"What are you babbling about now?!" asked John.
"Boys, Ah think it's hiahgh tiahme we took a break from all of this!" said Marie smiling wickedly.
John and Bobby looked at each other, more than just a little concerned for the future of their well being.
"Could we take a vote?" asked Bobby nothing less than whimpering.
"Come on man, you know resistance is futile," groaned John.
"And Ah know just the place to go," said Rogue grinning from ear to ear.
"Shit!-Just just shit!" said Bobby putting his head in his hands.
"Let's go get dressed," said Rogue leaping up and all but galloping out of the room.
"Double shit!" exclaimed John.
"What now?!" asked Bobby miserably.
"My good pants are in the wash!"
"Dude, you are such a lame ass!" sighed Bobby.
"Dude, you know you're just jealous!" said Py haughtily.
"Dude, you wish!" said John sarcastically.
"Dude, don't deny it I-am-HOT!" said John producing his little shark lighter and creating a ball of fire in his palm.
"DUDE!"
"DUDE!"
(Here we go again!-author rolls eyes and sighs.)
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Meanwhile the adults we packed and had prepped the helicopter with in half an hour. There was just one problem:
"Where the hell is the midget convention?" groaned Toad, who was in absolutely no mood to go on a scavenger hunt.
"I think they went ahead by boat," said Mystique.
"Then prepare for take off," ordered Magneto.
The flight took only about an hour before they touched down in the hanger of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It was totally empty. No doubt Charles wanted them to arrive and settle in without incident. There was a map of how to reach their rooms taped to the wall of the hanger.
"You go ahead," said Magneto as he headed off in another direction.
Mystique sighed, "I'm going to take a bath. God knows Eric's going to want to 'relax' when he gets back to the room. Xavier always puts him in a bad mood." She said with disdain.
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"What time is it, Herr Scott?!" asked Kurt nothing short of whining.
"6:45" sighed Cyke looking at his watch.
"And when can we leave?" asked Logan lighting up.
"8:00," groaned Scott.
Yep, you guessed it. Xavier had confined Scott, Logan, Kurt and Hank to the Danger Room until the Brotherhood had settled in.
Wolverine growled as he breather out a puff of smoke.
"This is ridiculous," Scott crossed his arms, "What are we, rebellious teenagers?!-We are perfectly capable of being civil in the face of the enemy." He said in his most diplomatic voice.
"Speak fer yerself, Scooter," growled Wolverine.
Hank chuckled a little behind a copy of War and Peace.
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Once they had unpacked, Ororo and Victor laid down on the bed and sleepily watched as the sunlight faded from the farthest corners of the ceiling.
She was nervous. He could smell it on her ever since they landed in the hanger. Didn't she ever give it a rest? When was she going to realize as long as he, the Brotherhood and, he shuddered to think it, the X-Men were around she had nothing to worry about.
"So, are you going to tell me? Or do I have to guess?" asked Victor pulling Storm into his arms.
Storm just sighed and looked away.
"Whatever it is, Darlin', start talkin', I can barely keep my eyes open as it is." He nuzzled her hair idly.
"Two and a half months, Victor, two and a half months and we still have everything left to do!" said Strom.
"What's everything?" asked Victor.
"First of all a place to live, then we have to move out there, then we have to make sure no one follows us and."
"Do me a favor," yawned Sabertooth.
"Yes?" asked Storm.
"Don't worry about anything for a while-"
"But-OW!" Storm winced in pain.
"Relax, I've been talking to a few old acquaintances about real estate and one responded. She's willing to talk about selling her private island off the coast of Australia: land, house, servants and all. But nothing's final yet and I didn't want to get your hopes up." Victor said rubbing Ororo's now soar side as he braced fro impact.
Storm smiled.
"So, yer not mad that I didn't tell you about the island?" Vic was still wincing a little.
Storm leaned over and kissed Victor, hard on the mouth, "I love you so much." She then laid her head on his chest and waited for sleep.
"O-kay," needless to say our boy Vic was confused, but he figured it was better not to ask and better still not to have been struck by lightening.
And quite frankly, who could blame him.
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Meanwhile in Xavier's office both Charles and Eric had been discussing the terms of a mutual agreement they would both adhere to as long as they found themselves in the midst of the current situation.
Well knowing Chuck and Mags there were a lot of big words and complex sentences involved, so to conserve space on my hard drive lets just cut to the chase, shall we?
"Very well, Charles, we'll do things your way," conceded Magneto, "as long as we're stuck together we might as well make the best of it and call a truce for the time being."
"I'm glad we could some to mutual terms," said Xavier warmly.
Just then the clock struck 8 pm-
BAMF!-Kurt, Wolverine, Beat and of course Scott all appeared in the Prof.'s office.
"Funny, I had been expecting you at 7:59," Magneto chided.
"Why you-"~SKNIT~
"I will have none of that, Logan," warned the Prof. "my original promise still stands from back in Cerebro."
Logan winced there was no way in HELL anyone was going to braid his hair!
"Never mind our grudges for right now." said Cyke, "Where are the kids?!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Magneto, "There here with you. They left this morning."
"No they're not!" said Scott in retort, "They haven't been here since Storm came a couple months back."
"Vait," Kurt interrupted, "if zer not here and zey vernt vith Magneto since zis morning, zen vere are ze?!"
Where indeed? All of the adults stood looking at each other until-
"Professor, PROFESSOR!" Kitty yelled as she came through the wall and into the office.
"Calm yourself, Kitty. What seems to be the trouble?" asked Xavier.
"Turn on channel 4," said Shadowcat through pants.
The Professor pulled out the top drawer of his desk and removed a remote and turned on the TV in his office, which was cleverly disguised as none other than a Monet.
The screen lit up-
"And were back!" said a young, male reporter holding a microphone into the camera, "Here we are at none other than one of the jewels of Canada, Queen College. Now folks, Queen has played host to some interesting people through the years: Royalty, anarchists, and on occasion some stray McGill students, but this a new one, even for me!"
The camera shot widened.
"Why don't you three introduce yourselves?" asked the announcer.
"Sure, I'm Bobby."
"Ah'm Rogue."
"I'm John."
All three holding big plastic party cups I might add, containing-Oh, come on people, work with me!
"Well, now that we've gotten the pleasantries over and done with, you've told us who you are, but not what you are-" the reporter trailed off.
"Oh, we're mutants, pure and simple," answered Bobby nonchalantly.
"So what are you doing here?" asked the reporter, "Did you come to kill everyone? To conquer the campus?-"
"Don't be ridiculous," Rogue wrinkled her nose in disgust at the very suggestions the reporter had given.
"We just came for the party," assured Pyro.
"And of course to drink responsibly," added Bobby.
All three stopped and looked at each other after Bobby's last comment and bust out laughing.
"What is that, your fourth beer?" asked John asked Bobby.
"I don' know, I lost count after six." said Bobby.
The camera shot shrank back on to the reporter again as the dynamic trio burst out laughing again.
"There you have it folks, 'We just came for the party'. I'm Chip Donaldson, leaving you with these final thoughts: Are mutants really as dangerous as we first thought? Should we really be living in fear of them or should everyone just join the party? Then again-"
Chip was cut short by John yelling somewhere off camera, "That's it I say we all go STREAKING!"
Kkkttzzzz-the TV went black.
"No fuckin' way," said Wolverine as he entered into a staring contest with the blackened screen as if challenging the validity of what it had just shown him.
"How in the HELL did they get all the way to Canada?!" asked Scott in bewilderment.
"I say we go ask them in person," suggested Beast.
"I second ze motion," ventured Kurt.
"Good, go prep the X-Jet and take Toad and Mystique with you. I have a few questions myself," said Charles.
"As do I," said Magneto in a deadly tone.
Disclaimer: I own the antics, not the characters.
3:45am at the Xavier Institute
Scott Summers was laying on his back, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. It was the third night in a row he had only slept for just shy of two hours.
There were no two ways around it-
He was worried:
About Ororo, about the politics of the teams, about mutants in general and especially about all the havoc the combined forces of Rogue, Bobby and John could cause.
He rolled over and looked at the clock-
3:45am
He sighed-Those kids were going to be the death of him!
-------------
Later that morning all the adults met in Magneto's office, which left the kids to their homework.
Storm and Sabretooth came in and sat across the metallic desk from Magneto, Mystique and Toad.
"You wanted to see us?" Storm asked the Master of Magnetism.
"Yes," Magneto began slowly, "We need to talk about sending the two of you back to the Institute." he paused for a reaction.
"What? Why?!" asked Victor was a little more than taken off guard.
"Because the medical lab here isn't equipped for a delivery," explained Toad.
"We're also surrounded by water, which only complicates the situation," Mystique added.
"I don't know," said Victor hesitantly.
Storm looked over at Victor and smirked, "What's not to know?" (Oh, ya it was pay back time for springing that marriage license on her-Mwahahaha!)
Victor knew he wasn't going to win this one, "When do we leave?" he sighed.
"Tomorrow," said Magneto.
"Why so soon?" asked Victor tipping his hand that he really had no desire to go (not that he cared, mind you), "We still have three months."
"More like two and a half," corrected Mystique.
"That can't be right," Ororo frowned.
"With triplets you won't go to term," Mystique explained.
"So go pack and we leave first thing in the morning." said Magneto.
-------------
Meanwhile the kids had finished their homework and found themselves once again sitting on their asses in the lab, board as all hell.
"Ah'm board as all hell," declared Marie (Hey, didn't I just say that?).
"Oh and we aren't?!" said John sarcastically.
"Yer goin' the riahght way fer abeat down!" growled Marie.
"Why, Rogue," said John with mock surprise, "I had no idea you were interested!" he rolled his eyes.
"Whay you son of-" Marie was cut off by Bobby pulling her back into her chair.
"Don't you guys ever take a break?!" groaned Bobby.
"That's it!" exclaimed Rogue punching Bobby's upper arm.
"OW!" yelled Bobby.
"What are you babbling about now?!" asked John.
"Boys, Ah think it's hiahgh tiahme we took a break from all of this!" said Marie smiling wickedly.
John and Bobby looked at each other, more than just a little concerned for the future of their well being.
"Could we take a vote?" asked Bobby nothing less than whimpering.
"Come on man, you know resistance is futile," groaned John.
"And Ah know just the place to go," said Rogue grinning from ear to ear.
"Shit!-Just just shit!" said Bobby putting his head in his hands.
"Let's go get dressed," said Rogue leaping up and all but galloping out of the room.
"Double shit!" exclaimed John.
"What now?!" asked Bobby miserably.
"My good pants are in the wash!"
"Dude, you are such a lame ass!" sighed Bobby.
"Dude, you know you're just jealous!" said Py haughtily.
"Dude, you wish!" said John sarcastically.
"Dude, don't deny it I-am-HOT!" said John producing his little shark lighter and creating a ball of fire in his palm.
"DUDE!"
"DUDE!"
(Here we go again!-author rolls eyes and sighs.)
-------------
Meanwhile the adults we packed and had prepped the helicopter with in half an hour. There was just one problem:
"Where the hell is the midget convention?" groaned Toad, who was in absolutely no mood to go on a scavenger hunt.
"I think they went ahead by boat," said Mystique.
"Then prepare for take off," ordered Magneto.
The flight took only about an hour before they touched down in the hanger of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It was totally empty. No doubt Charles wanted them to arrive and settle in without incident. There was a map of how to reach their rooms taped to the wall of the hanger.
"You go ahead," said Magneto as he headed off in another direction.
Mystique sighed, "I'm going to take a bath. God knows Eric's going to want to 'relax' when he gets back to the room. Xavier always puts him in a bad mood." She said with disdain.
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"What time is it, Herr Scott?!" asked Kurt nothing short of whining.
"6:45" sighed Cyke looking at his watch.
"And when can we leave?" asked Logan lighting up.
"8:00," groaned Scott.
Yep, you guessed it. Xavier had confined Scott, Logan, Kurt and Hank to the Danger Room until the Brotherhood had settled in.
Wolverine growled as he breather out a puff of smoke.
"This is ridiculous," Scott crossed his arms, "What are we, rebellious teenagers?!-We are perfectly capable of being civil in the face of the enemy." He said in his most diplomatic voice.
"Speak fer yerself, Scooter," growled Wolverine.
Hank chuckled a little behind a copy of War and Peace.
-------------
Once they had unpacked, Ororo and Victor laid down on the bed and sleepily watched as the sunlight faded from the farthest corners of the ceiling.
She was nervous. He could smell it on her ever since they landed in the hanger. Didn't she ever give it a rest? When was she going to realize as long as he, the Brotherhood and, he shuddered to think it, the X-Men were around she had nothing to worry about.
"So, are you going to tell me? Or do I have to guess?" asked Victor pulling Storm into his arms.
Storm just sighed and looked away.
"Whatever it is, Darlin', start talkin', I can barely keep my eyes open as it is." He nuzzled her hair idly.
"Two and a half months, Victor, two and a half months and we still have everything left to do!" said Strom.
"What's everything?" asked Victor.
"First of all a place to live, then we have to move out there, then we have to make sure no one follows us and."
"Do me a favor," yawned Sabertooth.
"Yes?" asked Storm.
"Don't worry about anything for a while-"
"But-OW!" Storm winced in pain.
"Relax, I've been talking to a few old acquaintances about real estate and one responded. She's willing to talk about selling her private island off the coast of Australia: land, house, servants and all. But nothing's final yet and I didn't want to get your hopes up." Victor said rubbing Ororo's now soar side as he braced fro impact.
Storm smiled.
"So, yer not mad that I didn't tell you about the island?" Vic was still wincing a little.
Storm leaned over and kissed Victor, hard on the mouth, "I love you so much." She then laid her head on his chest and waited for sleep.
"O-kay," needless to say our boy Vic was confused, but he figured it was better not to ask and better still not to have been struck by lightening.
And quite frankly, who could blame him.
-------------
Meanwhile in Xavier's office both Charles and Eric had been discussing the terms of a mutual agreement they would both adhere to as long as they found themselves in the midst of the current situation.
Well knowing Chuck and Mags there were a lot of big words and complex sentences involved, so to conserve space on my hard drive lets just cut to the chase, shall we?
"Very well, Charles, we'll do things your way," conceded Magneto, "as long as we're stuck together we might as well make the best of it and call a truce for the time being."
"I'm glad we could some to mutual terms," said Xavier warmly.
Just then the clock struck 8 pm-
BAMF!-Kurt, Wolverine, Beat and of course Scott all appeared in the Prof.'s office.
"Funny, I had been expecting you at 7:59," Magneto chided.
"Why you-"~SKNIT~
"I will have none of that, Logan," warned the Prof. "my original promise still stands from back in Cerebro."
Logan winced there was no way in HELL anyone was going to braid his hair!
"Never mind our grudges for right now." said Cyke, "Where are the kids?!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Magneto, "There here with you. They left this morning."
"No they're not!" said Scott in retort, "They haven't been here since Storm came a couple months back."
"Vait," Kurt interrupted, "if zer not here and zey vernt vith Magneto since zis morning, zen vere are ze?!"
Where indeed? All of the adults stood looking at each other until-
"Professor, PROFESSOR!" Kitty yelled as she came through the wall and into the office.
"Calm yourself, Kitty. What seems to be the trouble?" asked Xavier.
"Turn on channel 4," said Shadowcat through pants.
The Professor pulled out the top drawer of his desk and removed a remote and turned on the TV in his office, which was cleverly disguised as none other than a Monet.
The screen lit up-
"And were back!" said a young, male reporter holding a microphone into the camera, "Here we are at none other than one of the jewels of Canada, Queen College. Now folks, Queen has played host to some interesting people through the years: Royalty, anarchists, and on occasion some stray McGill students, but this a new one, even for me!"
The camera shot widened.
"Why don't you three introduce yourselves?" asked the announcer.
"Sure, I'm Bobby."
"Ah'm Rogue."
"I'm John."
All three holding big plastic party cups I might add, containing-Oh, come on people, work with me!
"Well, now that we've gotten the pleasantries over and done with, you've told us who you are, but not what you are-" the reporter trailed off.
"Oh, we're mutants, pure and simple," answered Bobby nonchalantly.
"So what are you doing here?" asked the reporter, "Did you come to kill everyone? To conquer the campus?-"
"Don't be ridiculous," Rogue wrinkled her nose in disgust at the very suggestions the reporter had given.
"We just came for the party," assured Pyro.
"And of course to drink responsibly," added Bobby.
All three stopped and looked at each other after Bobby's last comment and bust out laughing.
"What is that, your fourth beer?" asked John asked Bobby.
"I don' know, I lost count after six." said Bobby.
The camera shot shrank back on to the reporter again as the dynamic trio burst out laughing again.
"There you have it folks, 'We just came for the party'. I'm Chip Donaldson, leaving you with these final thoughts: Are mutants really as dangerous as we first thought? Should we really be living in fear of them or should everyone just join the party? Then again-"
Chip was cut short by John yelling somewhere off camera, "That's it I say we all go STREAKING!"
Kkkttzzzz-the TV went black.
"No fuckin' way," said Wolverine as he entered into a staring contest with the blackened screen as if challenging the validity of what it had just shown him.
"How in the HELL did they get all the way to Canada?!" asked Scott in bewilderment.
"I say we go ask them in person," suggested Beast.
"I second ze motion," ventured Kurt.
"Good, go prep the X-Jet and take Toad and Mystique with you. I have a few questions myself," said Charles.
"As do I," said Magneto in a deadly tone.