Disclaimer: Well, if X-Men is mine, then I'm on a cruise in the Caribbean right now with my good friend o scorched eggy, but I'm not, and therefore, I'm very mad. So I don't own X-Men. Now, I'm gonna go sulk…
Rogue rolled reluctantly out of bed, grumbling about the inhumanity of getting up so early for school, which shouldn't even exist, in her opinion. Ali was already out the dorm door and heading towards the bathroom. Rogue mumbled a few obscenities and started to get dressed. Ali appeared a few minutes later, running a brush through her now straight hair. She had borrowed Kitty's straightener that morning, and now her hair reached the small of her back. Rogue shuffled past her and to the bathroom. A moment later, Ali heard Rogue scream, "Cajun, Ah'm warnin' ya—Get away from meh!"
Ali rolled her eyes and smiled. As annoyed—no, pissed was more like it—that Rogue was, it was still amusing to see Remy continue to pursue her. No matter how pathetic it was on his part.
The kitchen was filled with the main X-Men, all of them contorting around one another to get food from the table. Ali twisted her way through the students and grabbed a glass of orange juice, sipping from the glass and watching the news.
Suddenly, John wrapped his arms around her. "I like your hair, sheila," he said with a grin.
Ali smiled and pulled out of his embrace. "Thank you," she said. "Maybe I'll do it more often."
Suddenly, Rogue stormed into the kitchen, and trailing behind her was Remy. "C'mon, chere. Remy ain't gonna hurt you," he said.
"No, but Ah will if ya don't get away from me now!" she growled.
Remy grinned. "Yo' fiery," he said. "Remy likes that."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Bite me."
"Remy'd be glad to. When and where?"
It was a good thing Logan wasn't there then. If he had been, Remy would have already been dead and buried.
"Swamp Rat, I'll file harassment charges against ya if ya don't leave meh alone!" Rogue yelled.
Ali suddenly grabbed the sleeve of Rogue's shirt and pulled her through the students to the table.
"Can we go?" Rogue pleaded. It was plain to see that she really hated Remy. Lucky Ali, she knew why and didn't ask any questions. The two grabbed their backpacks, John, Kurt, and Kitty and then left. Remy, meanwhile, was getting chewed out by Scott for harassing Rogue, and didn't see them leave. That was one of the few times that Rogue was glad that Scott was so protective.
Ali borrowed one of the cars (lucky her, it wasn't Scott's) and drove to the group to the school safely, much to the relief of Kurt. He didn't really trust anyone but Scott when it came to driving, mainly because he knew that Scott would follow the laws because he was so strict about rule breaking. He would always arrive at school in one piece when riding with him. While his friends were more laid-back, and didn't particularly care if they broke a law or two (which happened on occasion with Bobby). But the group arrived safely and uninjured, and quickly filed into the school for their classes.
Ali and Rogue walked through the doors together, John walking with Kurt. Needless to say, the Fuzzy One wasn't too comfortable about it, especially since John kept flicking his lighter on and off.
Ali stopped at her locker with Rogue, talking quietly as Ali got her books. They went to algebra where Ali slumped in her seat in the back. She was good at math and understood the new material after one example, so there was really no need to pay attention. After all, she could always look in the book if she was having trouble.
And having a book would have really helped, today.
Ali opened her book, finding it was her chemistry book, much to her disappointment. She slowly raised her hand, slumping lower in her seat.
Mr. Matthews looked surprised that Ali had raised her hand, mainly because she never spoke in his class. "Yes, Allison?"
"I brought the wrong book. Can I go get my math book?" she asked. Some students snickered, but a withering look from Rogue stopped them.
Mr. Matthews sighed in disappointment. He had hoped that for once she would answer the board problem. But it was just his luck, she didn't. "Yes, Allison, you may go get it," he replied monotonlessly.
Ali nodded and walked out of her classroom and to her locker. Lucky her, her locker was far away from her classes, and down near the entrance to the school. She picked up her correct book, shut her locker, and turned around, intending to go back to class.
Unfortunately, two people stood in the way.
Ali froze upon spotting the two people that had confused her so much. Why were they here? What did they want? Why the hell was Ali even sticking around to listen to them?
Her mother smiled. The look sent a chill up Ali's spine. Why did her mother's smile bug her so much? Maybe because there's something to it that just doesn't seem right, she thought.
"Ali, it's nice to see you again," her father said.
Ali rolled her eyes. "Listen, I know you want me to be your daughter again, but stalking me isn't helping your case at all," she stated flatly with a hint of anger.
Her mother shook her head. "You don't even know why we looked for you," she said softly.
"You're right. And you know what? I don't really want to know," Ali replied angrily. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have class." And with, she brushed past her parents.
But something stopped her from continuing on. A slight pull on her body held her fast. At first, she wondered what it could be, but quickly figured it out. A smirk landed on her pale face.
"You can stop using your powers, mom," she said. "There's no point."
"There is if there's something we want to tell you."
Ali turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh really? Enlighten me, then: what did you want to tell me?"
Ali's father stepped forward. "We wanted to apologize for how we acted the other night," he replied.
Ali nodded. "Go on," she said.
Her father sighed. "We shouldn't have attacked you. We should have tried to talk things out maturely with you."
Ali nodded. "Are you sure that's all you want to say?" she asked.
Her father exchanged a bewildered look with his wife. "Yes. There's nothing more we can say," he said.
Ali rolled her eyes. "How about you have no right trying to force me into something?" she suggested. "Would that happen to have any truth?"
"You are our daughter!" her father cried. "We can make you do whatever we want."
Ali groaned. "That's the part that you don't get!" she yelled. "I'm not your daughter. I don't live with you, I've grown up on my own, and the only relation I have to you is through my blood! You may be my parents, but you haven't helped me through anything! You've only caused more problems! And since I don't live with you, you have no right to order me around! Get that through your head!"
Ali's mother's eyes flashed. "Allison Elizabeth Broderick!" she yelled. "How dare you speak to us in such a way!"
Ali's eyes flashed blue. "How dare I? How dare you!" she cried. "You have no right to come in here demanding that I follow your orders! Get out of my sight before I call for the security guards!"
Ali's mother smirked. "I can easily erase their memory, Ali," she replied. "You know that."
Ali clenched her fist angrily. She knew her mother was right. She had known about the possibility the entire time. But having the thought spoken out loud just made it seem all the more likely to happen. "Get out or I'll call for Professor Xavier," she growled.
"What, too scared to fight your own battles?" her father taunted with a grin.
Ali's nails were beginning to dig into her skin and cause her to bleed. Her eyes were blue now, barely containing the anger and energy that was building up inside her. No one got away with making a fool of her.
Rogue suddenly walked into the hallway. "Hey, Al, Mr.—" she stopped upon spotting the two people before Ali. There was no mistaking who they were. "What are you doing here?" she growled.
"We're here to talk to our daughter," her mother replied, a smile on her face and annoyance in her eyes.
"Really? I thought you were here to harass me," Ali muttered, loud enough for them to hear.
"We wouldn't dream about doing that," her father said.
"That's right," Ali agreed. "You actually do it."
"We don't try to—" her mother began.
"Well then you deserve an award. You do it perfectly without the slightest bit of effort at all," Ali interrupted.
It was plain to see that both sides of the argument were getting pissed. Correction: they were already pissed.
Rogue grabbed Ali's arm. "Let's go," she muttered, and pulled Ali into their class. Mr. Matthews gave Ali a questioning look, as if asking her what had taken her so long.
"Locker jammed," she muttered angrily. Mr. Matthews nodded and went back to teaching the class.
The rest of the day continued without a sign of Ali's parents, much to her relief. Rogue knew that if Ali had hung around her parents any longer, a fight would have broken out, and there would be at least one critically injured person in the hospital at the moment.
Ali drove John, Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue home that day. Remy had tried to get into the front seat and have Rogue sit on his lap, but ended up being kicked out by everyone in the car, even John, who found the situation quite amusing.
At the Institute, Ali went right to the Professor.
"My parents showed up at school today," she said.
Professor Xavier nodded tiredly. "Yes, they came here also," he replied.
Ali watched the professor. He was obviously tired, and it was probably her fault. "Professor, I know how tired this situation is making you," she said.
The professor looked up. "I won't deny the fact that you are right, Ali," he replied.
"Professor, I can leave and handle this on my own," Ali suggested. The professor needed to rest. If he didn't, who knew what would happen? An image of Bobby icing the entire building and Logan slitting the boy's throat entered her mind. Bad image, she thought. Funny, but bad.
"No, Ali, you need to stay here where you are safe," he replied.
Ali sighed. "Alright. But if they attack anyone or make another appearance, I'll leave and take care of things on my own," she explained. Before the professor could object, she added, "No matter what."
The professor sighed. "Ali, please reconsider," he pleaded.
"You would do the same for your students. I'm doing this for the students because I don't want them to get dragged into the feud between my parents and I."
"Your intentions are noble, Ali," he replied. He sighed. "Everyone else would do the same, I suppose," he said reluctantly.
"But there's one difference," a voice piped up. John suddenly came through the door, striding forward casually with his hands in the pockets of his khaki pants. "I'm going with ya, sheila," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Ali began to protest, but John stopped her. "Nothing you say is gonna make me change my mind," he said. "And I think that everyone else feels the same."
Ali turned around and looked at the door, only to see Kurt, Kitty, and Rogue peering through the open door. She smiled. "Thanks. You guys are the best," she said.
John grinned. "Glad to know that," he replied hugging her.
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Hello! Sorry this chapter came up so late. Been busy. And I applied for jobs today. Pray that I get at job! I really need one! And want one…mainly for money…
Reviews:
damien455: I'm glad you like it. I really hope this one's good, too. Let me know. And I have a question: is this funny? Because then I can decide on what second genre this is. And if its not, I can try to make it funnier or stick with how it's going now. Let me know!
Karakin: I have all ur faves? SWEET! Ya, they're the best characters to write about. You can do anything with them. And I have a question: Should I kill Scott off, or leave him in and continue to have Bobby and the other torture him?
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Thank you to all who review. Any suggestions are welcome, since writer's block is currently creeping up. If you don't make suggestions, I might end up actually making a hyperactivity drink, and that would make a VERY freaky chapter. Maybe I'll do both…
~Jojo~