Author's Note: In one point in this chapter, it is mentioned that Holland
once gave shelter to Rom before taking it back and kicking them all out;
this is all true, except that the year may be different.
The same goes to the trial in the American Colonies were a group of Rom were arrested and accused of being cannibals. They were found innocent however of the charges and I think they were just exiled for being Romani. *Waves finger in the air* Whoo hoo for mankind's understanding nature.
***
Jean's surprising discovery of Brian's sister was interrupted by a mental warning sent by Charles.
Brian had been poking the walls with the tip of his sword, looking for secret passages and such. He had poked the ceiling on the last floor and he had heard the sound made by the attic's door.
"You savage!" he said, turning to John. "Lower those steps now!" John's left eye twitched in anger but he kept his silence, waiting for Charles and the others to come and do something.
"You don't really expect anyone to be up there do you?" Jean asked, swiftly walking up to him. "We have so much stuff up there that it's impossible for us to hide anyone there!" Brian looked at her and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I was not talking to you, woman! Stay in your place and stand down. I'll see this for myself thank you!" He said. "What are you waiting for, savage? Open it!" John looked over at Jean and she shrugged helplessly. Slowly, he reached up and he pulled down on the cord, bringing down the steps.
***
When Warren saw Brian walking away from view, he instantly started to form a plan, figuring that this guy wasn't an idiot like the others.
"We need to hide!" he whispered to the others.
"We don't have anywhere to hide!" Ororo hissed back. "There's nothing here!" Looking around Hank noticed a few toppled over statues whose bases were still in good condition. He smiled faintly and he turned to the others.
"I think I might have an idea!" he said. "We need to hurry though!"
That's why when Brian and his men came in followed by Jean and Logan; they found nothing but statues up there; some of them apparently made of wax and real clothes. One of them was of two people, a man and a woman dancing the flamenco. Another was of an angel with his wings spread out wide holding a spear against the throat of his fallen enemy, a blue shirtless demon whose fangs were bared in a feral hiss or snarl. The last wax statue was of a blue ape, holding a Negro woman over his shoulder, one fist against his chest as if letting out a victory howl.
Logan had to restrain himself from bursting into laughter.
"What are these things?" Brian asked, tilting his head as he looked at Hank and Ororo.
"Isn't it obvious?" Logan asked. "They're wax statues our teacher sometimes likes to collect."
"Who would make a statue of a Negro woman?" he asked. Her face hidden, Ororo narrowed her eyes as they sparkled with lightning, ready to strike the bastard down at that very second.
"I think you've seen that there is nothing here." Jean said, sensing the danger at once. "Now I want you and your men to leave our home now!" When Brian had gone down the stairs, everyone let out a sigh of relief, getting out of their poses.
"I think you got me in the neck with that thing!" Kurt said, rubbing his neck lightly. Warren shrugged and put the spear down.
"Sorry about that." He said.
"I'm going to fry him." Ororo snarled softly.
"Don't, Ororo." Jean said. "Please?"
"Why not? I don't think anyone would really miss him do you?" she countered.
"I think that just might be the case." Jean said. "I'll explain it in the den with everyone."
***
"So you're saying that Brian has a sister that is also gifted like us?" Hank asked, looking at her over the rim of his spectacles.
"I saw it Hank." Jean nodded. "I think she might have the same powers as me and Charles. Her eyes were surrounded by lights in the shape of a large butterfly."
"Where is she, Jean?" Charles asked.
"She shares a house with her brother." Jean said softly, slowly concentrating to see where exactly. "In the slums of London. She's not happy there, because her brother has to keep her hidden from the people who would want to harm her."
"What do you suggest we do, go there and get her?" Ororo asked. "We can't risk messing with someone whose brother is a soldier. He could find out about us through her."
"Would you prefer that we let her stay in there in misery?" Jean asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. Ororo sighed, looking down.
"I suppose not." She admitted. "But who do you want to send on this mission?" she asked.
"I think that Kurt, Jean, and Rogue need to go on this mission." Charles said. "The fewer people the better, and we need to move fast too. No wasting time there. It shouldn't take more than five days ride to get there, maybe less if your horses run at long intervals before going to walks. In two weeks at most you should be back with her. You should get ready to leave by tomorrow morning."
"Are you sure about moving this fast?" Remy asked.
"We don't have time." Charles said. "Not if we want to beat Brian and his men to her."
***
That night, Kurt sat with Stefan and Jimaine out in the garden, talking quietly about the old days when the tribe had once had shelter in Holland before it threw out all of the Rom living there.
"When I come back from my mission, will you two still be here?" Kurt asked hopefully, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"No." Stefan said with a straight face. "With soldiers out looking for us, we're just going to go and wander all around England for a while until we can reach America where we'll most likely be put in jail and accused of being cannibals."
"I'm being serious." Kurt said.
"Well where else can we go?" Stefan laughed softly. "We'll be here when you come back, don't you worry about that. We're worried about you though, going out to London in these times."
"I'll have a disguise on the whole time." Kurt assured him. "Nothing will go wrong for us."
"If you say so..."
"I do." Kurt said with a smile. Standing up, he patted away the dust on his pants and he helped Jimaine up.
"Now come on." He said. "It's getting late and I'm sure you both are tired from all of the excitement today!"
***
The next morning, Kurt, Jean, and Rogue were getting their final things ready for leaving.
"And you had better be safe." Jimaine said, poking him on the nose with the tip of her finger. "We don't need to hear that you and your friends had some troubles in London and have to come and rescue you...again!" Kurt groaned, shaking his head.
"I was only captured four times." He said. "You were captured six, seven if I want to count Moravia!" he told her. Laughing, Jimaine hugged him gently, kissing him on the cheek.
"Good luck." Stefan said, clasping his hand. Kurt winked, waving it off.
"That's the only kind of luck I've been getting lately!" he said.
Ororo didn't need to waste time with words or phrases with him. She simply grabbed him and kissed him on the lips for so long that Charles had to clear his throat to finally make her end it. Smiling, she winked at the dizzy Kurt.
"Swift journey." She said. Nodding faintly, Kurt mounted Koro Grast and he, Rogue, and Jean rode off for London and Betsy Braddock.
The same goes to the trial in the American Colonies were a group of Rom were arrested and accused of being cannibals. They were found innocent however of the charges and I think they were just exiled for being Romani. *Waves finger in the air* Whoo hoo for mankind's understanding nature.
***
Jean's surprising discovery of Brian's sister was interrupted by a mental warning sent by Charles.
Brian had been poking the walls with the tip of his sword, looking for secret passages and such. He had poked the ceiling on the last floor and he had heard the sound made by the attic's door.
"You savage!" he said, turning to John. "Lower those steps now!" John's left eye twitched in anger but he kept his silence, waiting for Charles and the others to come and do something.
"You don't really expect anyone to be up there do you?" Jean asked, swiftly walking up to him. "We have so much stuff up there that it's impossible for us to hide anyone there!" Brian looked at her and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I was not talking to you, woman! Stay in your place and stand down. I'll see this for myself thank you!" He said. "What are you waiting for, savage? Open it!" John looked over at Jean and she shrugged helplessly. Slowly, he reached up and he pulled down on the cord, bringing down the steps.
***
When Warren saw Brian walking away from view, he instantly started to form a plan, figuring that this guy wasn't an idiot like the others.
"We need to hide!" he whispered to the others.
"We don't have anywhere to hide!" Ororo hissed back. "There's nothing here!" Looking around Hank noticed a few toppled over statues whose bases were still in good condition. He smiled faintly and he turned to the others.
"I think I might have an idea!" he said. "We need to hurry though!"
That's why when Brian and his men came in followed by Jean and Logan; they found nothing but statues up there; some of them apparently made of wax and real clothes. One of them was of two people, a man and a woman dancing the flamenco. Another was of an angel with his wings spread out wide holding a spear against the throat of his fallen enemy, a blue shirtless demon whose fangs were bared in a feral hiss or snarl. The last wax statue was of a blue ape, holding a Negro woman over his shoulder, one fist against his chest as if letting out a victory howl.
Logan had to restrain himself from bursting into laughter.
"What are these things?" Brian asked, tilting his head as he looked at Hank and Ororo.
"Isn't it obvious?" Logan asked. "They're wax statues our teacher sometimes likes to collect."
"Who would make a statue of a Negro woman?" he asked. Her face hidden, Ororo narrowed her eyes as they sparkled with lightning, ready to strike the bastard down at that very second.
"I think you've seen that there is nothing here." Jean said, sensing the danger at once. "Now I want you and your men to leave our home now!" When Brian had gone down the stairs, everyone let out a sigh of relief, getting out of their poses.
"I think you got me in the neck with that thing!" Kurt said, rubbing his neck lightly. Warren shrugged and put the spear down.
"Sorry about that." He said.
"I'm going to fry him." Ororo snarled softly.
"Don't, Ororo." Jean said. "Please?"
"Why not? I don't think anyone would really miss him do you?" she countered.
"I think that just might be the case." Jean said. "I'll explain it in the den with everyone."
***
"So you're saying that Brian has a sister that is also gifted like us?" Hank asked, looking at her over the rim of his spectacles.
"I saw it Hank." Jean nodded. "I think she might have the same powers as me and Charles. Her eyes were surrounded by lights in the shape of a large butterfly."
"Where is she, Jean?" Charles asked.
"She shares a house with her brother." Jean said softly, slowly concentrating to see where exactly. "In the slums of London. She's not happy there, because her brother has to keep her hidden from the people who would want to harm her."
"What do you suggest we do, go there and get her?" Ororo asked. "We can't risk messing with someone whose brother is a soldier. He could find out about us through her."
"Would you prefer that we let her stay in there in misery?" Jean asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. Ororo sighed, looking down.
"I suppose not." She admitted. "But who do you want to send on this mission?" she asked.
"I think that Kurt, Jean, and Rogue need to go on this mission." Charles said. "The fewer people the better, and we need to move fast too. No wasting time there. It shouldn't take more than five days ride to get there, maybe less if your horses run at long intervals before going to walks. In two weeks at most you should be back with her. You should get ready to leave by tomorrow morning."
"Are you sure about moving this fast?" Remy asked.
"We don't have time." Charles said. "Not if we want to beat Brian and his men to her."
***
That night, Kurt sat with Stefan and Jimaine out in the garden, talking quietly about the old days when the tribe had once had shelter in Holland before it threw out all of the Rom living there.
"When I come back from my mission, will you two still be here?" Kurt asked hopefully, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"No." Stefan said with a straight face. "With soldiers out looking for us, we're just going to go and wander all around England for a while until we can reach America where we'll most likely be put in jail and accused of being cannibals."
"I'm being serious." Kurt said.
"Well where else can we go?" Stefan laughed softly. "We'll be here when you come back, don't you worry about that. We're worried about you though, going out to London in these times."
"I'll have a disguise on the whole time." Kurt assured him. "Nothing will go wrong for us."
"If you say so..."
"I do." Kurt said with a smile. Standing up, he patted away the dust on his pants and he helped Jimaine up.
"Now come on." He said. "It's getting late and I'm sure you both are tired from all of the excitement today!"
***
The next morning, Kurt, Jean, and Rogue were getting their final things ready for leaving.
"And you had better be safe." Jimaine said, poking him on the nose with the tip of her finger. "We don't need to hear that you and your friends had some troubles in London and have to come and rescue you...again!" Kurt groaned, shaking his head.
"I was only captured four times." He said. "You were captured six, seven if I want to count Moravia!" he told her. Laughing, Jimaine hugged him gently, kissing him on the cheek.
"Good luck." Stefan said, clasping his hand. Kurt winked, waving it off.
"That's the only kind of luck I've been getting lately!" he said.
Ororo didn't need to waste time with words or phrases with him. She simply grabbed him and kissed him on the lips for so long that Charles had to clear his throat to finally make her end it. Smiling, she winked at the dizzy Kurt.
"Swift journey." She said. Nodding faintly, Kurt mounted Koro Grast and he, Rogue, and Jean rode off for London and Betsy Braddock.