Hi! I'm back! Shout outs!
Freckles91: I think everybody loves hide and seek! I know I do! As for
Tim's powers, you'll have to wait and see!
Strong Side of Silence: Yes! The game is much fun outside at night!
Since you've both told me your ages, I'm 14. This is so cool! If we were
all girls we could form a secret, fanfiction readers sisterhood club! ...or
not...don't listen to me... Here's more story!
Disclaimer: Nothing in the following is mine: the mansion, theirs; the
kitchen, theirs; the Faun, no wait, that's mine!
Chapter Eight
A Little Vacation
Timothy and the rest of the X-teens woke up late the next morning due to the strenuous game of midnight hide-and-go-seek.
Kurt let out a yawn as he sat down at the breakfast table and poured himself a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles.
"Can we like, have off training today? We're like, bushed," Kitty groaned as she spread imitation butter on her toast.
"Its your own fault that you're tired," Ororo scolded. "After your breakfast I'm sure you'll be feeling better."
Jennifer sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Can I have the day off to go visit my parents?" Timothy asked.
"Whats the occasion?" Hank wanted to know.
"Its my little sister's birthday today," Timothy explained, "and I haven't seen my folks since the professor asked them if I could stay here."
"Its fine with me if he takes a day off," Hank remarked. The adults turned to Logan.
"Its fine with me too," he replied gruffly, though secretly he was a little upset. He had wanted to test the little shrimp in the Danger Room later that day.
"Yippee! You guys are the best!" Timothy cheered as he accidentally turned into a pixie thing, bright sparkles lighting up around him as he danced on the table.
"Vatch it!" Kurt cried as the happy pixie danced into his cereal bowl.
"Sorry," Timothy beamed, still too excited to morph back into human form. "I've just missed my family so much! I've never been away from them this long."
"But you've only been here a few days," Rogue pointed out.
"Yeah," Timothy nodded, climbing off the table and back into his chair.
Professor Xavier wheeled into the kitchen.
"Why don't you take the rest of the weekend off?" he told the boy. "You'll just have to be careful and control your powers."
"The whole weekend!" Timothy cried, morphing into a pixie yet again. "You guys are so awesome!" He jumped around and began hugging everyone, leaving a fine sparkly dust on everyone's clothes.
"Just get out of here!" Logan growled as he wiped the dust off his shirtfront.
Timothy squealed happily and sped out of the room.
"Happy little fella ain't he?" Rogue muttered as she flicked dust off her sleeve.
Timothy had his bags packed before you could shout "Car's outta gas!" He took the stairs two at a time and stood panting at the Institute door.
"I'm ready!" he panted as Ororo walked up to him, car keys in hand.
The weather witch helped him put his bags in the trunk of the car and they drove off.
Timothy practically flew into his parents' arms when he reached his little yellow house.
"Mommy! Daddy I missed you so much!" he cried, trying as hard as he could not to morph into anything.
His mother laughed as she ruffled his curls.
"When the professor called to tell us you were coming we nearly melted with joy!" she told him.
Ororo smiled and waved as she drove off back to the Institute.
Timothy was chatting a mile a minute as his father carried his bags into the house.
"And there's this guy named Kurt, and he has a tail! And we were playing hide-and-seek and I won! And I kept turning into stuff at breakfast and, and," he finally had to stop when he ran out of breath.
His father laughed and patted him on the back.
"Just breathe Timothy," he smiled. "You can tell us more about it later. Why don't you tell your sister happy birthday and unpack your thing, alright?" Timothy nodded and ran off to find his sister.
"Hey Kary!" he called out the back door. "You out here?"
"Timmy!" the little girl squealed as she jumped out of her sandbox and ran to her older brother.
Timothy ruffled the mop of curls that was almost identical to his as Kary squeezed his middle.
"I'm so glad you're back!" she squeaked. "I want to show you the dolly that Aunty Jem got me! And the pony, and doggy that Abby gave me!" she cried as she dragged him towards the sandbox. She proudly held up and introduced each of the thirteen toys that were sitting in the sand.
"And this is Jojo the monkey! And this is Timothy the squirrel, I named him after you! And this is Jack the pirate dolly, and, and, and," it must run in the family to talk fast until you're out of breath. "Did you get me anything?" she asked after she had taken a short breather.
"Kary!" her mother scolded. "What did I tell you about asking for presents?"
Timothy laughed and ruffled his sister's hair again.
"Its alright Mommy," he said. "I just have to go up to my room and get it, okay?" Kary nodded and skipped after him as he raced into the house and up the steps to his room.
Mr. and Mrs. Morlund watched as a Faun ran up the steps with their daughter behind him.
"Do you think its a good idea to keep him in that school?" Timothy's mother asked nervously. "What if he gets in trouble and winds up with that Friends of Humanity group? What will we do then?"
Her husband stroked her hair reassuringly.
"They won't let him go to them," he whispered. "Maybe if we had let Jerry go to Xavier's school he wouldn't have been taken by the Friends."
Mrs. Morlund wiped away a tear as she thought of their older son who had the ability to control any body water.
"I miss Wave," she sniffed. "My little boy."
"Its sooo pretty!" Kary squealed as she danced around the room wearing the princess crown that Timothy had made for her out of foil, glitter, and stickers.
"Some of the Institute girls helped," Timothy told her as he watched her twirl in front of his mirror.
Kary turned back to her brother and flung herself into his arms.
"I don't want you to leave again," she said seriously, staring at him with tears in her big blue eyes.
"Come on, you're a big girl now," Timothy scolded. "You're five, you don't have to cry every time I leave you. Understand?"
Kary nodded and sniffled.
"But I don't want you to go!" she bawled as she flung herself at him again. "I don't want you to go never, never, never!"
I got the disclaimer from the "rules of the movies" at my local cinema. Hope you liked this chappie! Pizza time! Yum!
Chapter Eight
A Little Vacation
Timothy and the rest of the X-teens woke up late the next morning due to the strenuous game of midnight hide-and-go-seek.
Kurt let out a yawn as he sat down at the breakfast table and poured himself a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles.
"Can we like, have off training today? We're like, bushed," Kitty groaned as she spread imitation butter on her toast.
"Its your own fault that you're tired," Ororo scolded. "After your breakfast I'm sure you'll be feeling better."
Jennifer sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Can I have the day off to go visit my parents?" Timothy asked.
"Whats the occasion?" Hank wanted to know.
"Its my little sister's birthday today," Timothy explained, "and I haven't seen my folks since the professor asked them if I could stay here."
"Its fine with me if he takes a day off," Hank remarked. The adults turned to Logan.
"Its fine with me too," he replied gruffly, though secretly he was a little upset. He had wanted to test the little shrimp in the Danger Room later that day.
"Yippee! You guys are the best!" Timothy cheered as he accidentally turned into a pixie thing, bright sparkles lighting up around him as he danced on the table.
"Vatch it!" Kurt cried as the happy pixie danced into his cereal bowl.
"Sorry," Timothy beamed, still too excited to morph back into human form. "I've just missed my family so much! I've never been away from them this long."
"But you've only been here a few days," Rogue pointed out.
"Yeah," Timothy nodded, climbing off the table and back into his chair.
Professor Xavier wheeled into the kitchen.
"Why don't you take the rest of the weekend off?" he told the boy. "You'll just have to be careful and control your powers."
"The whole weekend!" Timothy cried, morphing into a pixie yet again. "You guys are so awesome!" He jumped around and began hugging everyone, leaving a fine sparkly dust on everyone's clothes.
"Just get out of here!" Logan growled as he wiped the dust off his shirtfront.
Timothy squealed happily and sped out of the room.
"Happy little fella ain't he?" Rogue muttered as she flicked dust off her sleeve.
Timothy had his bags packed before you could shout "Car's outta gas!" He took the stairs two at a time and stood panting at the Institute door.
"I'm ready!" he panted as Ororo walked up to him, car keys in hand.
The weather witch helped him put his bags in the trunk of the car and they drove off.
Timothy practically flew into his parents' arms when he reached his little yellow house.
"Mommy! Daddy I missed you so much!" he cried, trying as hard as he could not to morph into anything.
His mother laughed as she ruffled his curls.
"When the professor called to tell us you were coming we nearly melted with joy!" she told him.
Ororo smiled and waved as she drove off back to the Institute.
Timothy was chatting a mile a minute as his father carried his bags into the house.
"And there's this guy named Kurt, and he has a tail! And we were playing hide-and-seek and I won! And I kept turning into stuff at breakfast and, and," he finally had to stop when he ran out of breath.
His father laughed and patted him on the back.
"Just breathe Timothy," he smiled. "You can tell us more about it later. Why don't you tell your sister happy birthday and unpack your thing, alright?" Timothy nodded and ran off to find his sister.
"Hey Kary!" he called out the back door. "You out here?"
"Timmy!" the little girl squealed as she jumped out of her sandbox and ran to her older brother.
Timothy ruffled the mop of curls that was almost identical to his as Kary squeezed his middle.
"I'm so glad you're back!" she squeaked. "I want to show you the dolly that Aunty Jem got me! And the pony, and doggy that Abby gave me!" she cried as she dragged him towards the sandbox. She proudly held up and introduced each of the thirteen toys that were sitting in the sand.
"And this is Jojo the monkey! And this is Timothy the squirrel, I named him after you! And this is Jack the pirate dolly, and, and, and," it must run in the family to talk fast until you're out of breath. "Did you get me anything?" she asked after she had taken a short breather.
"Kary!" her mother scolded. "What did I tell you about asking for presents?"
Timothy laughed and ruffled his sister's hair again.
"Its alright Mommy," he said. "I just have to go up to my room and get it, okay?" Kary nodded and skipped after him as he raced into the house and up the steps to his room.
Mr. and Mrs. Morlund watched as a Faun ran up the steps with their daughter behind him.
"Do you think its a good idea to keep him in that school?" Timothy's mother asked nervously. "What if he gets in trouble and winds up with that Friends of Humanity group? What will we do then?"
Her husband stroked her hair reassuringly.
"They won't let him go to them," he whispered. "Maybe if we had let Jerry go to Xavier's school he wouldn't have been taken by the Friends."
Mrs. Morlund wiped away a tear as she thought of their older son who had the ability to control any body water.
"I miss Wave," she sniffed. "My little boy."
"Its sooo pretty!" Kary squealed as she danced around the room wearing the princess crown that Timothy had made for her out of foil, glitter, and stickers.
"Some of the Institute girls helped," Timothy told her as he watched her twirl in front of his mirror.
Kary turned back to her brother and flung herself into his arms.
"I don't want you to leave again," she said seriously, staring at him with tears in her big blue eyes.
"Come on, you're a big girl now," Timothy scolded. "You're five, you don't have to cry every time I leave you. Understand?"
Kary nodded and sniffled.
"But I don't want you to go!" she bawled as she flung herself at him again. "I don't want you to go never, never, never!"
I got the disclaimer from the "rules of the movies" at my local cinema. Hope you liked this chappie! Pizza time! Yum!