Chapter 15: The Punishment
(Both literally and figuratively, just to clarify.)
Xavier Institute 9:10 am (1/2 an hour into 1st period)
RING-RING!-The phone in Xavier's office sounded.
Eric and Charles looked up from their chess game (yes, it's still in progress!).
Xavier used his telekinesis to turn on the speaker phone, "Hello, Scott, what is it?"
"The sun rose before we had a chance to take off, we're stuck here until nightfall," explained Scott.
"I understand, Scott-" said the Prof.
"It took you until dawn to find them?" inquired asked Eric.
"Do you have any idea how big this campus is?!" asked Scott.
"And what of the three miscreants?" asked Magneto.
"Sleeping off one awful hangover," said Cyke.
"Well we won't keep you, Scott-" said Xavier.
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Scott hung up the pay phone in little diner about a mile up the road from Queen's campus.
The adults reasoned it was better for the kids to sleep off the beer before they questioned them. Sober, it was easier to intimidate them. So, in the meantime the adults decided to treat themselves to breakfast.
Hank and Kurt were sporting new watches, prototype image inducers which could only project an image for just shy of two hours.
Anyway now that we've gotten setting the scene out of the way, let's focus on the dinner conversation, shall we?
The fact is the first half of the meal had been eaten in complete silence until-
"Do you think vat Rogue said vas true?" Kurt finally asked.
There was a pause.
"Even if it isn't true, it's inevitable," Mystique pointed out.
"True, but it doesn't make sense." said Scott sliding in the booth after returning from the pay phone, "I mean why would they get married so quietly unless-" he froze mid-sentence at his realization.
"They're not planning to stay," Hank finished for Scott.
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Approx. 2 hours and 20 minutes after sundown the X-Jet touched down in hanger under the basketball court.
Logan cut the engines, "End of the line."
"Ugh!" John who had been lying with his head in Mystique's lap tightened his grip on her waist as his stomach wrenched.
"OH-MAH-GAWD!" all the color left Rogue's face.
"I've got zis one," said Kurt as he put one Rogue's arms around his neck-
BAMF!-They ported out of the jet.
Bobby tried to stand up and found himself on the floor of the jet's cabin a split second later.
"Just out of curiosity is the room spinning?" asked Iceman.
"No," said Toad flatly.
"Just checking," said Bobby struggling to get to his feet.
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After much poking, prodding, jabbing and dragging the adults somehow managed to guide the still unstable teens to the kitchen, Xavier and Eric were waiting.
The trio was forced to sit down at the kitchen table without being given any aspirin prior.
"Great, just what I need, a lecture from the geezer squad, when I have a pounding headache." John thought.
"I heard that," Xavier said telepathically, smiling at the same time.
Pyro groaned and put his head down on the kitchen table. Up until now he had never realized the benefits of living with the Brotherhood and without telepaths.
"Do you three have any idea how much danger you were in?" asked Magneto in a dangerous tone, "What were you thinking?!"
"That hangovers weren't as bad as everyone made them out to be," ventured John.
"So, what's the conclusion to you thesis?" asked Hank.
"We were way off," groaned Bobby.
"Don't make me asked again," warned Magneto as all the metal in the kitchen began to vibrate.
"You whana know what we were thinkin' fiahne Ah'll tell you-we were thinkin' we deserved a break after puttin' up first of all with all this 'team politics' CRAP! An' then there's the small issue of the massive amounts of homework One-Eye, over there, gave us!" Rogue nearly exploded.
"How much homework did you give them?" Xavier asked Scott.
"A normal amount," said Scott defensively, "plus the lesson itself of course."
"Which amounted to three hours per subject!" said Bobby.
"Not good!" declared Py.
"The hours-PER SUBJECT!" Mystique glared at Scott.
"No wonder you guys were always passed out whenever I walked into the lab," said Toad.
"'Passed out'!" Mystique growled at Scott.
"It would seem as though this little excursion was caused by academic and emotional overload," Hank reasoned.
"So does that mean we're off the hook?" asked Bobby.
"NO!" all the adults responded together.
"Damn!" John grumbled.
"It was a niahce try Bobby," Rogue put a gloved hand on his shoulder, while at the same time she pressed one hand against her forehead to keep the pounding at bay.
"Just one more question before you three go to bed," said Scott.
"This should be good," grumbled Py.
Scott chose to ignore that last remark and proceeded with the question, "How did you get to the campus?! It's nearly 70 miles from where you would have docked the boat."
The three teens looked at each other.
"Well," Bobby began, "after we docked the boat we were hungry so we crossed the street to a gas station for sandwiches. That's were we crashed into Rob, Rogue's friend."
SKNIT!-"Who the HELL is Rob?" asked Logan.
"He was the truck driver who brought meh to Alberta, where we met in the bar." Rogue explained.
"Long story short, he was going to visit his niece up at Queen and gave us a lift," said John.
"Great-just great-you hitched a ride with a total stranger!" Scott started to go off.
"What?! Ah knew him from before!" Marie argued.
"Hitchhiking does not qualify as having a pre-existing relationship with the truck driver that picked you up!" said Scott.
"Well, gee, Scott, when ya say it liahke that it sounds so-DIRTY!" said Rogue in an accusing tone.
"That's not what I meant and you know it!" countered Cyke.
"Whoa, easy there, Scooter," Logan put his hand on Scott's right shoulder.
"Dude, what's with Cyclops?" asked Pyro.
"He had a rough night in the dorms thanks to you three," growled Logan.
"Enough!" said Mystique, "You three bed, NOW!"
The three teens got up and started to head out of the kitchen-
"What's this?!" asked Scott, "You listen to HER and not me?!"
"Well ya," said Rogue as if it were a 'no brainer', "If we don't listen to you we just get more homework, but if we don't listen to her," Marie swallowed hard and trailed off.
"There's a good possibility she'll kill us in ways that would even give Steven King nightmares," Bobby finished for Rogue.
Mystique shrugged. "There right," she smirked.
"Touché," said Magneto looking over at Scott.
"Oh, and when you wake up bring your toothbrushes down to the hanger. You'll be cleaning the X-Jet with them," said Logan with a smug grin.
"Nice," commented Toad.
"Could you just scour me now?" John asked Wolverine, "You know for old time sake?"
"And miss out on all the fun I could have by keeping you alive, I don't think so," Logan laughed.
With that having been said the teens plodded off to bed and in no particular hurry to wake up.
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About two months later under the cover of afternoon the dynamic trio, who were still on probation, mind you, were supposed to be waxing Scott's car in the driveway. But of course one thing led to another and before they knew it the boys had placed Marie in the front seat and pushed out the gates to a secluded, wooded area not about to miles from the Institute. They started the car cranked up the stereo, after disposing of Scott's CD in the glove compartment, and headed North, back to Canada. Only this time they're destination was McGill with a full sized Canadian flag, an unopened package of seranwrap, 3 pairs of ice skates and Bobby's Father's Platinum Visa in the backseat, but don't worry we'll get to those items later.
Insanity is sure to ensue!
Happy New Year and to all a Good Night!
I'm Clinically Insane, see ya soon!
(Both literally and figuratively, just to clarify.)
Xavier Institute 9:10 am (1/2 an hour into 1st period)
RING-RING!-The phone in Xavier's office sounded.
Eric and Charles looked up from their chess game (yes, it's still in progress!).
Xavier used his telekinesis to turn on the speaker phone, "Hello, Scott, what is it?"
"The sun rose before we had a chance to take off, we're stuck here until nightfall," explained Scott.
"I understand, Scott-" said the Prof.
"It took you until dawn to find them?" inquired asked Eric.
"Do you have any idea how big this campus is?!" asked Scott.
"And what of the three miscreants?" asked Magneto.
"Sleeping off one awful hangover," said Cyke.
"Well we won't keep you, Scott-" said Xavier.
-------------
Scott hung up the pay phone in little diner about a mile up the road from Queen's campus.
The adults reasoned it was better for the kids to sleep off the beer before they questioned them. Sober, it was easier to intimidate them. So, in the meantime the adults decided to treat themselves to breakfast.
Hank and Kurt were sporting new watches, prototype image inducers which could only project an image for just shy of two hours.
Anyway now that we've gotten setting the scene out of the way, let's focus on the dinner conversation, shall we?
The fact is the first half of the meal had been eaten in complete silence until-
"Do you think vat Rogue said vas true?" Kurt finally asked.
There was a pause.
"Even if it isn't true, it's inevitable," Mystique pointed out.
"True, but it doesn't make sense." said Scott sliding in the booth after returning from the pay phone, "I mean why would they get married so quietly unless-" he froze mid-sentence at his realization.
"They're not planning to stay," Hank finished for Scott.
-------------
Approx. 2 hours and 20 minutes after sundown the X-Jet touched down in hanger under the basketball court.
Logan cut the engines, "End of the line."
"Ugh!" John who had been lying with his head in Mystique's lap tightened his grip on her waist as his stomach wrenched.
"OH-MAH-GAWD!" all the color left Rogue's face.
"I've got zis one," said Kurt as he put one Rogue's arms around his neck-
BAMF!-They ported out of the jet.
Bobby tried to stand up and found himself on the floor of the jet's cabin a split second later.
"Just out of curiosity is the room spinning?" asked Iceman.
"No," said Toad flatly.
"Just checking," said Bobby struggling to get to his feet.
-------------
After much poking, prodding, jabbing and dragging the adults somehow managed to guide the still unstable teens to the kitchen, Xavier and Eric were waiting.
The trio was forced to sit down at the kitchen table without being given any aspirin prior.
"Great, just what I need, a lecture from the geezer squad, when I have a pounding headache." John thought.
"I heard that," Xavier said telepathically, smiling at the same time.
Pyro groaned and put his head down on the kitchen table. Up until now he had never realized the benefits of living with the Brotherhood and without telepaths.
"Do you three have any idea how much danger you were in?" asked Magneto in a dangerous tone, "What were you thinking?!"
"That hangovers weren't as bad as everyone made them out to be," ventured John.
"So, what's the conclusion to you thesis?" asked Hank.
"We were way off," groaned Bobby.
"Don't make me asked again," warned Magneto as all the metal in the kitchen began to vibrate.
"You whana know what we were thinkin' fiahne Ah'll tell you-we were thinkin' we deserved a break after puttin' up first of all with all this 'team politics' CRAP! An' then there's the small issue of the massive amounts of homework One-Eye, over there, gave us!" Rogue nearly exploded.
"How much homework did you give them?" Xavier asked Scott.
"A normal amount," said Scott defensively, "plus the lesson itself of course."
"Which amounted to three hours per subject!" said Bobby.
"Not good!" declared Py.
"The hours-PER SUBJECT!" Mystique glared at Scott.
"No wonder you guys were always passed out whenever I walked into the lab," said Toad.
"'Passed out'!" Mystique growled at Scott.
"It would seem as though this little excursion was caused by academic and emotional overload," Hank reasoned.
"So does that mean we're off the hook?" asked Bobby.
"NO!" all the adults responded together.
"Damn!" John grumbled.
"It was a niahce try Bobby," Rogue put a gloved hand on his shoulder, while at the same time she pressed one hand against her forehead to keep the pounding at bay.
"Just one more question before you three go to bed," said Scott.
"This should be good," grumbled Py.
Scott chose to ignore that last remark and proceeded with the question, "How did you get to the campus?! It's nearly 70 miles from where you would have docked the boat."
The three teens looked at each other.
"Well," Bobby began, "after we docked the boat we were hungry so we crossed the street to a gas station for sandwiches. That's were we crashed into Rob, Rogue's friend."
SKNIT!-"Who the HELL is Rob?" asked Logan.
"He was the truck driver who brought meh to Alberta, where we met in the bar." Rogue explained.
"Long story short, he was going to visit his niece up at Queen and gave us a lift," said John.
"Great-just great-you hitched a ride with a total stranger!" Scott started to go off.
"What?! Ah knew him from before!" Marie argued.
"Hitchhiking does not qualify as having a pre-existing relationship with the truck driver that picked you up!" said Scott.
"Well, gee, Scott, when ya say it liahke that it sounds so-DIRTY!" said Rogue in an accusing tone.
"That's not what I meant and you know it!" countered Cyke.
"Whoa, easy there, Scooter," Logan put his hand on Scott's right shoulder.
"Dude, what's with Cyclops?" asked Pyro.
"He had a rough night in the dorms thanks to you three," growled Logan.
"Enough!" said Mystique, "You three bed, NOW!"
The three teens got up and started to head out of the kitchen-
"What's this?!" asked Scott, "You listen to HER and not me?!"
"Well ya," said Rogue as if it were a 'no brainer', "If we don't listen to you we just get more homework, but if we don't listen to her," Marie swallowed hard and trailed off.
"There's a good possibility she'll kill us in ways that would even give Steven King nightmares," Bobby finished for Rogue.
Mystique shrugged. "There right," she smirked.
"Touché," said Magneto looking over at Scott.
"Oh, and when you wake up bring your toothbrushes down to the hanger. You'll be cleaning the X-Jet with them," said Logan with a smug grin.
"Nice," commented Toad.
"Could you just scour me now?" John asked Wolverine, "You know for old time sake?"
"And miss out on all the fun I could have by keeping you alive, I don't think so," Logan laughed.
With that having been said the teens plodded off to bed and in no particular hurry to wake up.
-------------
About two months later under the cover of afternoon the dynamic trio, who were still on probation, mind you, were supposed to be waxing Scott's car in the driveway. But of course one thing led to another and before they knew it the boys had placed Marie in the front seat and pushed out the gates to a secluded, wooded area not about to miles from the Institute. They started the car cranked up the stereo, after disposing of Scott's CD in the glove compartment, and headed North, back to Canada. Only this time they're destination was McGill with a full sized Canadian flag, an unopened package of seranwrap, 3 pairs of ice skates and Bobby's Father's Platinum Visa in the backseat, but don't worry we'll get to those items later.
Insanity is sure to ensue!
Happy New Year and to all a Good Night!
I'm Clinically Insane, see ya soon!