Chapter 16: McGill
I know. I know. It's been forever and a day, but I shall remain true to my word. This story shall be finished-someday-with any luck someday soon.
And because I did a spotlight on Queen, it's only fair that I do a spotlight on McGill too. Now without further ado:
It only took the teens about 2½ hours to reach Montreal, record time for any automobile. Bobby and Rogue should have been able to determine from John's personality alone that he drove like a maniac.
Half of the time the car was in the center of the double yellow line on the highway. The other half of the time was divided between cutting semis off and weaving in and out of traffic. Then there was also the occasional yelling obscenities and giving the finger to those who wouldn't move out of the way.
Surprisingly, Py's driving only got worse when they reached the city. Now instead of being in the middle of the road he was driving with right side of the axel up on the sidewalk-
-running pedestrians over!
By the time John found parking Bobby and Rogue were clinging to each other for dear life in the backseat.
SCREEEEEEEEEECH!
All the recesses of the car screamed as John skidded into a parking space.
"There, now that wasn't so bad," said Py as he cut the engine, ".uh guys?"
"Oh mah freekin' Gawd!" said Rogue in a hushed and trembling voice.
"What?! My driving isn't that bad!" said John defensively.
"You-my friend-are a bat out of HELL!" declared Bobby as he struggled to pry Rogue's arms off of his neck.
"Ah need a drink," Marie was barely able to get out.
"That's a great idea." said John opening the car door, "I could go for an early dinner. For some reason I always seem to have dry mouth after driving."
"Well considering all the yelling you did on the interstate, over the radio blasting, I can't say I'm surprised!" said Bobby sarcastically.
"Ya, I know." said John, "There are a lot of psychotic drivers out on the road."
"You don't know the half of it," Bobby rolled his eyes as he nothing short of yanked Rogue out of the car and on to the sidewalk.
John had parallel across the street from the campus and lucky for the teens there was an Italian restaurant literally next to the car.
Needless to say they walked in, got a table in the corner and looked at the wine list.
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Meanwhile back at the ranch, wait.make that the garage of the Institute (lets just face it Scott in chaps.your retinas would burn from the inside out.)
Cyclops, Wolverine, Nightcrawler and Toad had just finished a training session in the danger room and headed into the garage. More specifically, they were headed to the locked cabinet in the workbench. The students only knew it as the cabinet that held the power tools which they needed adult supervision for. Although in fact, Scott and Wolverine had converted the cabinet into a small but effective refrigerator for beer!
CRACK!
Ca-CHHH!
POP!
The men cracked open a few cold ones and proceeded to "shoot the breeze" until Scott noticed something.
"Hey, where's my car?!"
"Which one?" asked Wolverine.
"The one that wound up in my room," said Scott as he looked toward Kurt narrowing his eyes.
"I've told you Herr Scott, Rogue is can be very persuasive!" Kurt all but whimpered.
"Don't get your panties in a wad, One-Eye, the car's probably outside." said Toad as he emptied his second can of beer.
But of course as we all know when the men went to find the car outside-they found NO CAR!
"Maybe they vent to gas it up," offered Kurt.
"Since when does it take 4 hours to gas up a car?" asked Toad looking at his watch.
"Great, just great," said Wolverine, "they've gone AWOL (absent without leave)!"
"Vell let's prep the jet and get Mystique." Kurt sighed.
"Ok, but lets forget the Mystique part," suggested Toad.
"Vhy?" asked Kurt.
"Because the last time I checked they were in the middle of a 'philosophical discussion'." Toad explained with the aid of air quotes.
"Oh.never mind zen," said Kurt retracting his latest statement.
"C'mon we've got to find them before they wind up on the 6 o'clock," said Scott heading for the hanger.
"Not so fast, Scooter," said Logan taking hold of Scott's arm.
"Why?" Scott asked a little confused.
Sniff-Sniff
"Storm's commin'" said Logan.
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Back in Canada the teens had finished dinner and hit the underground city for some shopping. After about two hours of window shopping and a quick stop at Starbucks the trio found their way to a sports equipment shop. There they purchased three pairs of ice skates: hockey skates for the boys and figure skates for Rogue.
Once they Bobby had run his father's credit card through the machine and forged a signature, they headed over to McGill to give the temporary ice rink a try. (Every year McGill college sets up a temporary ice rink and open bar with a heated tent courtesy of the Molson family. Although the bar and ice rink are never set up at the same time, because that would just be bad on many levels.)
"C'mon, John, stop bein' a baby!" Marie taunted.
It's no big surprise that Py was more than a little nervous about being so close to ice.
"You know guys maybe we should be heading back," Py began as a distraction but then noticed, ".the moon's covered by clouds-And I'm not a BABY!"
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Speaking of babies.
"hhhmmmmmm?" Storm was in no mood to be roused.
Victor shook Storm gently again, "Ro, wake up."
"Hm?...Victor?..." asked Storm looking over at the alarm clock, "It's two in the morning."
"Let's go fer a walk."
"What?!" Storm looked at Victor like he had lost what was left of his mind.
"C'mon get up," said Vic pulling Storm to her feet.
"Where are we going?" asked Ro as Victor led her down the main corridor and into the elevator.
Sabertooth didn't answer. He just hit one of the buttons on the key pad.
"Is where we're going far?" asked Ro beginning to grow impatient.
"No," responded Victor as the elevator doors opened into one of the sublevels of the mansion, "C'mon."
He took her by the hand and led her to the medical lab.
Hank looked up from his copy of "War and Peace", "Is something the matter?"
"No," said Storm.
"Yes," corrected Victor.
"What?!" Ro shot Vic a weird look.
"Well what's the problem?" asked Hank.
"Yes-Victor-what is the problem?" asked Storm narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms.
"What's the problem?!-I'll tell you what the problem is. She's in labor."
"Ugh, Victor, it's too early for this." Storm rolled her eyes. "I'm fine Hank."
"Are you sure you're alright?" asked Hank.
"I'm all right, Hank. Victor just has an overactive imagination."
"No, I don't!" argued Victor.
"You woke me up for this?! Don't you think I would be telling you if I were in labor?" asked Storm in a dangerous tone.
"No," said Victor casually.
"Oh, really and what makes you say that?" asked Storm.
"My sense of smell."
"Let me get this straight," said Storm, "you are trying to tell me that with your sense of smell you know-for a fact-that..."
"Yes," said Victor.
"Uh, I'm going back to bed." with that Ororo turned around and headed for the elevator.
She froze, leaning on the threshold of the lab.
"Water just break?" asked Victor smirking.
"Just shut up and help me to the bed," grumbled Storm.
"That's amazing," remarked Hank putting his book down.
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AN: Hi, I just wanted to pose a quick question and get some feed back on your opinions. I was kicking around the idea of doing this story again, only in the comic verse. What so you think?-I mean it would be a different setting and circumstances, but the overall plot would be the same. And I would only start it after I finish this one.
I know. I know. It's been forever and a day, but I shall remain true to my word. This story shall be finished-someday-with any luck someday soon.
And because I did a spotlight on Queen, it's only fair that I do a spotlight on McGill too. Now without further ado:
It only took the teens about 2½ hours to reach Montreal, record time for any automobile. Bobby and Rogue should have been able to determine from John's personality alone that he drove like a maniac.
Half of the time the car was in the center of the double yellow line on the highway. The other half of the time was divided between cutting semis off and weaving in and out of traffic. Then there was also the occasional yelling obscenities and giving the finger to those who wouldn't move out of the way.
Surprisingly, Py's driving only got worse when they reached the city. Now instead of being in the middle of the road he was driving with right side of the axel up on the sidewalk-
-running pedestrians over!
By the time John found parking Bobby and Rogue were clinging to each other for dear life in the backseat.
SCREEEEEEEEEECH!
All the recesses of the car screamed as John skidded into a parking space.
"There, now that wasn't so bad," said Py as he cut the engine, ".uh guys?"
"Oh mah freekin' Gawd!" said Rogue in a hushed and trembling voice.
"What?! My driving isn't that bad!" said John defensively.
"You-my friend-are a bat out of HELL!" declared Bobby as he struggled to pry Rogue's arms off of his neck.
"Ah need a drink," Marie was barely able to get out.
"That's a great idea." said John opening the car door, "I could go for an early dinner. For some reason I always seem to have dry mouth after driving."
"Well considering all the yelling you did on the interstate, over the radio blasting, I can't say I'm surprised!" said Bobby sarcastically.
"Ya, I know." said John, "There are a lot of psychotic drivers out on the road."
"You don't know the half of it," Bobby rolled his eyes as he nothing short of yanked Rogue out of the car and on to the sidewalk.
John had parallel across the street from the campus and lucky for the teens there was an Italian restaurant literally next to the car.
Needless to say they walked in, got a table in the corner and looked at the wine list.
-------------
Meanwhile back at the ranch, wait.make that the garage of the Institute (lets just face it Scott in chaps.your retinas would burn from the inside out.)
Cyclops, Wolverine, Nightcrawler and Toad had just finished a training session in the danger room and headed into the garage. More specifically, they were headed to the locked cabinet in the workbench. The students only knew it as the cabinet that held the power tools which they needed adult supervision for. Although in fact, Scott and Wolverine had converted the cabinet into a small but effective refrigerator for beer!
CRACK!
Ca-CHHH!
POP!
The men cracked open a few cold ones and proceeded to "shoot the breeze" until Scott noticed something.
"Hey, where's my car?!"
"Which one?" asked Wolverine.
"The one that wound up in my room," said Scott as he looked toward Kurt narrowing his eyes.
"I've told you Herr Scott, Rogue is can be very persuasive!" Kurt all but whimpered.
"Don't get your panties in a wad, One-Eye, the car's probably outside." said Toad as he emptied his second can of beer.
But of course as we all know when the men went to find the car outside-they found NO CAR!
"Maybe they vent to gas it up," offered Kurt.
"Since when does it take 4 hours to gas up a car?" asked Toad looking at his watch.
"Great, just great," said Wolverine, "they've gone AWOL (absent without leave)!"
"Vell let's prep the jet and get Mystique." Kurt sighed.
"Ok, but lets forget the Mystique part," suggested Toad.
"Vhy?" asked Kurt.
"Because the last time I checked they were in the middle of a 'philosophical discussion'." Toad explained with the aid of air quotes.
"Oh.never mind zen," said Kurt retracting his latest statement.
"C'mon we've got to find them before they wind up on the 6 o'clock," said Scott heading for the hanger.
"Not so fast, Scooter," said Logan taking hold of Scott's arm.
"Why?" Scott asked a little confused.
Sniff-Sniff
"Storm's commin'" said Logan.
-------------
Back in Canada the teens had finished dinner and hit the underground city for some shopping. After about two hours of window shopping and a quick stop at Starbucks the trio found their way to a sports equipment shop. There they purchased three pairs of ice skates: hockey skates for the boys and figure skates for Rogue.
Once they Bobby had run his father's credit card through the machine and forged a signature, they headed over to McGill to give the temporary ice rink a try. (Every year McGill college sets up a temporary ice rink and open bar with a heated tent courtesy of the Molson family. Although the bar and ice rink are never set up at the same time, because that would just be bad on many levels.)
"C'mon, John, stop bein' a baby!" Marie taunted.
It's no big surprise that Py was more than a little nervous about being so close to ice.
"You know guys maybe we should be heading back," Py began as a distraction but then noticed, ".the moon's covered by clouds-And I'm not a BABY!"
-------------
Speaking of babies.
"hhhmmmmmm?" Storm was in no mood to be roused.
Victor shook Storm gently again, "Ro, wake up."
"Hm?...Victor?..." asked Storm looking over at the alarm clock, "It's two in the morning."
"Let's go fer a walk."
"What?!" Storm looked at Victor like he had lost what was left of his mind.
"C'mon get up," said Vic pulling Storm to her feet.
"Where are we going?" asked Ro as Victor led her down the main corridor and into the elevator.
Sabertooth didn't answer. He just hit one of the buttons on the key pad.
"Is where we're going far?" asked Ro beginning to grow impatient.
"No," responded Victor as the elevator doors opened into one of the sublevels of the mansion, "C'mon."
He took her by the hand and led her to the medical lab.
Hank looked up from his copy of "War and Peace", "Is something the matter?"
"No," said Storm.
"Yes," corrected Victor.
"What?!" Ro shot Vic a weird look.
"Well what's the problem?" asked Hank.
"Yes-Victor-what is the problem?" asked Storm narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms.
"What's the problem?!-I'll tell you what the problem is. She's in labor."
"Ugh, Victor, it's too early for this." Storm rolled her eyes. "I'm fine Hank."
"Are you sure you're alright?" asked Hank.
"I'm all right, Hank. Victor just has an overactive imagination."
"No, I don't!" argued Victor.
"You woke me up for this?! Don't you think I would be telling you if I were in labor?" asked Storm in a dangerous tone.
"No," said Victor casually.
"Oh, really and what makes you say that?" asked Storm.
"My sense of smell."
"Let me get this straight," said Storm, "you are trying to tell me that with your sense of smell you know-for a fact-that..."
"Yes," said Victor.
"Uh, I'm going back to bed." with that Ororo turned around and headed for the elevator.
She froze, leaning on the threshold of the lab.
"Water just break?" asked Victor smirking.
"Just shut up and help me to the bed," grumbled Storm.
"That's amazing," remarked Hank putting his book down.
-------------
AN: Hi, I just wanted to pose a quick question and get some feed back on your opinions. I was kicking around the idea of doing this story again, only in the comic verse. What so you think?-I mean it would be a different setting and circumstances, but the overall plot would be the same. And I would only start it after I finish this one.