Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men , X-Men:Evolution or any of its
iterations.
I'm really bad at accents so forgive me for not even trying.
I was disappointed in the resolution of Kurt and Rogue's problems in Cajun Spice – so this was my attempt at it.
The Long Flight Home: Chapter 10 – Pots and Pans
Friday night, the dining hall was abuzz with conversations of opening movies and other weekend plans. The professor sensed some the students were preparing to leave and he called to them.
"May I have your attention for a moment before you leave for the evening's adventures you have planned?" The buzz quieted down as eyes turned towards the instructor's end of the table. "Ms. Monroe has an announcement she'd like to make."
Ororo stood and made sure everyone was paying attention. "I'd like to invite you all to a meeting this Sunday evening at 8pm in the rec room. We'll be discussing how to deal with the death of a close friend or relative."
Instinctively eyes shot towards Kurt and Rogue, who looked at each other. "With the demise of two powerful foes, Magneto and Mystique, we decided it would be best to have a discussion group lead by your questions. The meeting will be voluntary but I would encourage you all to attend."
The group sat still for a long pause –as if in shock. Suddenly from the middle of the table, Roberto stood up and left in a hurry. Kurt disappeared in a flash and the rest of the new students stood and left quietly.
Ororo stepped forward and motioned to Rogue, "Can I speak with you for a moment?" The teen nodded her head yes and sat down.
Scott, Jean and Kitty were on cleanup crew for tonight. Scott steered the girls towards the kitchen with dishes and glasses trying to give the pair a moment of privacy.
Ororo sat next to Rogue and continued, "I know the topic of the meeting has come as a shock to you. I just wanted you to know that we don't expect you or Kurt to speak at the meeting. The loss is still too recent in your minds. I still would like it if you would attend though."
Rogue smiled slightly and said, "I'll be there. And thanks for trying to help."
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As the dishes, silverware, pots and pans were collected in the kitchen, Jean turned to her younger friend and said, "Kitty, Scott and I will take it from here." Kitty didn't look back as she phased through the nearest wall shouting, "Okay, thanks, like later!"
Scott didn't try to hide his surprise. "Jean, there are better ways to spend some quality time together then washing pots and pans all night. What did you do that for?"
Jean walked to Scott and put her hand on his chest. "I just wanted to talk to you about the meeting later this weekend. Do you think you are going to attend?" Scott again was surprised. "Of course I am. What kind of example would we be setting if we skipped it?"
Jean continued, "Well, I was thinking of doing more then just attending and wanted to know what you thought about it." Scott was unsure where Jean was headed with this train of thought and wasn't so sure he wanted to go along for the ride.
"Scott, I know you're not big on sharing what your early days at the Institute were like with the other students." The young man pulled away and started the hot water running in the sink. :Not this, something else besides this:
Jean put soap in a larger pot and let Scott pick when he wanted to start making the bubbles. "I don't need my telepathy to know you feel it makes you look weak in front of the others. But the struggles you and I had early on are sort of like the ones they are going through now. They're unsure of their powers and limits, clueless as to what the future hold for them now that we are in the open. Especially now with 'Domes are us' popping up all over the place."
Scott remembered telling Kurt about his dad in the med lab and felt that it did help his friend a little. It was a real life experience he could share, not just another vague "we are the X-men" sound bite he'd get teased about later.
"Scott, everyone is scared with what's happened to Magneto and Mystique. It's getting hard to block out what everyone is projecting, especially the newbies." Scott countered, "They seem to be handling it okay. They were outside horsing around today." Jean replied, "Scott, they all have their game face on. No one wants to be the weak one, especially now. They're not sure if they're going to survive this and if they do, they're not sure they can measure up to what you and I accomplished over the years. Our little competition since we got here brought out the best in each of us but it's set the bar pretty high."
The danger room computer was full of records set by Scott and Jean that many of the other students attempted, only to give up in frustration.
Scott was confused, "And that's a bad thing because. . . . ?" Jean countered, "If a goal seems unattainable, would you even try? Oh wait, I forgot who I was talking to." She was glad he finally cracked a small smile.
Scott started scrubbing the first pot and Jean left him alone to think. She loaded the dishwasher and brought Scott the remaining pots. She could tell he was mentally constructing a chart with pluses and minuses, to measure the net gain of this decision. Scott asked softly, "Do you really think it will help them? Not just look like we're begging for a pity party."
Jean the jaguar saw the gazelle with red sunglasses limping and decided to go for the chase. "Well, I guess I could do it myself and make senior instructor long before you. . ." Scott shook his head back and forth slowly. "Do I have a huge button that says 'Press here to taunt me endlessly' on my back?"
Jean turned serious again, "Maybe if we share what it was like for us in the beginning with the Professor, Ororo and Logan, then maybe they'll won't see us as 'Little Miss Perfect' and 'Mister Stick Up You Know What' for a change."
"You know the more I talk about that night, the more likely the dreams will come back, and with a vengeance," Scott cautioned her. He turned to her to make sure she knew what he was about to go through – that he would need her help just as he did before so long ago. She nodded yes and softly said, "I know, mine too. But we'll work through it together. Remember, it's for the other students. Annie and your parents would have wanted it that way." It had been a long time since Jean had said her friend's name aloud.
Scott finally agreed, "Okay, it's a deal. I just hope it goes over better then our physics lesson did. Now about that quality time I suggested before. . . "
Jean scowled at him playfully, "You can keep those pruny water soaked hands to yourself, mister." She ran for the stairs as Scott looked down at his wrinkly fingers. There she was – hitting that button on his back again.
Author's note: The end is in sight for this story – I've got two more chapters to type up and it will be done.
Thanks to all the patient readers and kind reviewers.
I'm really bad at accents so forgive me for not even trying.
I was disappointed in the resolution of Kurt and Rogue's problems in Cajun Spice – so this was my attempt at it.
The Long Flight Home: Chapter 10 – Pots and Pans
Friday night, the dining hall was abuzz with conversations of opening movies and other weekend plans. The professor sensed some the students were preparing to leave and he called to them.
"May I have your attention for a moment before you leave for the evening's adventures you have planned?" The buzz quieted down as eyes turned towards the instructor's end of the table. "Ms. Monroe has an announcement she'd like to make."
Ororo stood and made sure everyone was paying attention. "I'd like to invite you all to a meeting this Sunday evening at 8pm in the rec room. We'll be discussing how to deal with the death of a close friend or relative."
Instinctively eyes shot towards Kurt and Rogue, who looked at each other. "With the demise of two powerful foes, Magneto and Mystique, we decided it would be best to have a discussion group lead by your questions. The meeting will be voluntary but I would encourage you all to attend."
The group sat still for a long pause –as if in shock. Suddenly from the middle of the table, Roberto stood up and left in a hurry. Kurt disappeared in a flash and the rest of the new students stood and left quietly.
Ororo stepped forward and motioned to Rogue, "Can I speak with you for a moment?" The teen nodded her head yes and sat down.
Scott, Jean and Kitty were on cleanup crew for tonight. Scott steered the girls towards the kitchen with dishes and glasses trying to give the pair a moment of privacy.
Ororo sat next to Rogue and continued, "I know the topic of the meeting has come as a shock to you. I just wanted you to know that we don't expect you or Kurt to speak at the meeting. The loss is still too recent in your minds. I still would like it if you would attend though."
Rogue smiled slightly and said, "I'll be there. And thanks for trying to help."
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As the dishes, silverware, pots and pans were collected in the kitchen, Jean turned to her younger friend and said, "Kitty, Scott and I will take it from here." Kitty didn't look back as she phased through the nearest wall shouting, "Okay, thanks, like later!"
Scott didn't try to hide his surprise. "Jean, there are better ways to spend some quality time together then washing pots and pans all night. What did you do that for?"
Jean walked to Scott and put her hand on his chest. "I just wanted to talk to you about the meeting later this weekend. Do you think you are going to attend?" Scott again was surprised. "Of course I am. What kind of example would we be setting if we skipped it?"
Jean continued, "Well, I was thinking of doing more then just attending and wanted to know what you thought about it." Scott was unsure where Jean was headed with this train of thought and wasn't so sure he wanted to go along for the ride.
"Scott, I know you're not big on sharing what your early days at the Institute were like with the other students." The young man pulled away and started the hot water running in the sink. :Not this, something else besides this:
Jean put soap in a larger pot and let Scott pick when he wanted to start making the bubbles. "I don't need my telepathy to know you feel it makes you look weak in front of the others. But the struggles you and I had early on are sort of like the ones they are going through now. They're unsure of their powers and limits, clueless as to what the future hold for them now that we are in the open. Especially now with 'Domes are us' popping up all over the place."
Scott remembered telling Kurt about his dad in the med lab and felt that it did help his friend a little. It was a real life experience he could share, not just another vague "we are the X-men" sound bite he'd get teased about later.
"Scott, everyone is scared with what's happened to Magneto and Mystique. It's getting hard to block out what everyone is projecting, especially the newbies." Scott countered, "They seem to be handling it okay. They were outside horsing around today." Jean replied, "Scott, they all have their game face on. No one wants to be the weak one, especially now. They're not sure if they're going to survive this and if they do, they're not sure they can measure up to what you and I accomplished over the years. Our little competition since we got here brought out the best in each of us but it's set the bar pretty high."
The danger room computer was full of records set by Scott and Jean that many of the other students attempted, only to give up in frustration.
Scott was confused, "And that's a bad thing because. . . . ?" Jean countered, "If a goal seems unattainable, would you even try? Oh wait, I forgot who I was talking to." She was glad he finally cracked a small smile.
Scott started scrubbing the first pot and Jean left him alone to think. She loaded the dishwasher and brought Scott the remaining pots. She could tell he was mentally constructing a chart with pluses and minuses, to measure the net gain of this decision. Scott asked softly, "Do you really think it will help them? Not just look like we're begging for a pity party."
Jean the jaguar saw the gazelle with red sunglasses limping and decided to go for the chase. "Well, I guess I could do it myself and make senior instructor long before you. . ." Scott shook his head back and forth slowly. "Do I have a huge button that says 'Press here to taunt me endlessly' on my back?"
Jean turned serious again, "Maybe if we share what it was like for us in the beginning with the Professor, Ororo and Logan, then maybe they'll won't see us as 'Little Miss Perfect' and 'Mister Stick Up You Know What' for a change."
"You know the more I talk about that night, the more likely the dreams will come back, and with a vengeance," Scott cautioned her. He turned to her to make sure she knew what he was about to go through – that he would need her help just as he did before so long ago. She nodded yes and softly said, "I know, mine too. But we'll work through it together. Remember, it's for the other students. Annie and your parents would have wanted it that way." It had been a long time since Jean had said her friend's name aloud.
Scott finally agreed, "Okay, it's a deal. I just hope it goes over better then our physics lesson did. Now about that quality time I suggested before. . . "
Jean scowled at him playfully, "You can keep those pruny water soaked hands to yourself, mister." She ran for the stairs as Scott looked down at his wrinkly fingers. There she was – hitting that button on his back again.
Author's note: The end is in sight for this story – I've got two more chapters to type up and it will be done.
Thanks to all the patient readers and kind reviewers.
