Would anybody read it if I wrote a fic with a variation of myself in an
alternate universe of X-Men Evolution? Just thought I'd ask... If you would,
I'll write one!
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men but Timothy and family are mine!
Mwuhahahaha!
Chapter Ten
Monday Morning
Timothy stumbled into the mansion's kitchen, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes.
"How did your weekend go?" Rogue asked him as he sat down at the table.
"Okay," he mumbled, reaching for some Apple Jacks cereal.
"Has anyone seen my other sock?" Rahne asked as she walked in, holding up a single blue sock.
"Nope," Kitty replied as she dipped her spoon into her no fat yogurt.
"Haven't seen it," Evan called as he charged down the steps.
Kurt shook his head as he pulled his Eggos out of the toaster.
"I guess I'll wear a different pair," Rahne mumbled as she trudged back upstairs.
"Was it like, cool being with your family for the weekend?" Kitty asked Timothy.
The boy had just shoveled some cereal into his mouth and waited to answer till after he swallowed.
"It was fun," he replied. "Kary really likes the crown you helped me make."
"How old is your leetle sister?" Kurt asked as he drenched his Eggos in syrup and butter.
"She just turned five," Timothy replied before taking another spoonful of Apple Jacks.
"Ten minutes till we gotta go guys," Scott called down the steps as he shrugged into a sweater.
Kurt wolfed down his waffles and bamfed up to his room to get ready. Kitty threw her empty yogurt container away and ran upstairs too. Rogue finished her breakfast and then she raced up to her room as well. Timothy chugged the rest of his milk and pounded up the stairs after the rest. Evan looked around the empty kitchen and shrugged.
"Guess its my turn to storm upstairs," he muttered as he rinsed his bowl in the sink and trudged up to his room.
"Hey guys look, its goat boy," Duncan snickered as Timothy ran back to his locker for a forgotten book. He immediately turned to run the other way, but one of Duncan's thugs grabbed his shoulder.
"You tryin' to run away from us freak?" the older boy snarled.
Timothy squirmed in the larger boy's grasp, desperately trying to escape.
"Yer not gettin' away," another boy growled as he punched Timothy in the stomach.
The little boy doubled over in pain, but his head was forced back up again as Duncan slugged him in the chin.
"Why do you guys always pick on me?" Timothy sputtered when he wasn't being hit.
"Because you're a freak!" one of his tormentors enlightened him before knocking him unconscious. The bullies shoved him into a random locker before running back to their class.
Light flooded into the locker as Kurt reached his hand in to get his math book.
"Vas?" he exclaimed when his fingers brushed against Timothy's hair.
"Stupid bullies," Rogue growled as she helped her teammate lift the boy out of the locker. "You okay?" she asked as she helped the little boy to his feet.
Timothy rubbed the horns on his head and tried to make them disappear. Rogue and Kurt sheltered him until he resembled a normal boy again.
"You just tell me who did this to you and I'll knock em cold," Rogue growled.
Timothy shook his head. "I don't want you to get in trouble for me," he muttered.
"It'd be a pleasure to get a little detention if I had the chance to knock them bullies' lights out."
Timothy just shook his head again and trudged to his locker.
"Timmy is havin' trouble with bullies again," Rogue informed the rest of the X-Men as they assembled for their Danger Room session.
"Its nothing Rogue," Timothy protested. "I don't mind it that much, honest."
The southern girl snorted but Scott held up his hand.
"Timmy," he said, staring straight into the smaller boy's eyes. "If you ever need help with anything you know you can come to us, right?"
Timothy nodded.
"Alright people, lets do this," Logan grumbled as he started the training simulation.
Heaven help us! A session with Logan! Eeeek!
Chapter Ten
Monday Morning
Timothy stumbled into the mansion's kitchen, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes.
"How did your weekend go?" Rogue asked him as he sat down at the table.
"Okay," he mumbled, reaching for some Apple Jacks cereal.
"Has anyone seen my other sock?" Rahne asked as she walked in, holding up a single blue sock.
"Nope," Kitty replied as she dipped her spoon into her no fat yogurt.
"Haven't seen it," Evan called as he charged down the steps.
Kurt shook his head as he pulled his Eggos out of the toaster.
"I guess I'll wear a different pair," Rahne mumbled as she trudged back upstairs.
"Was it like, cool being with your family for the weekend?" Kitty asked Timothy.
The boy had just shoveled some cereal into his mouth and waited to answer till after he swallowed.
"It was fun," he replied. "Kary really likes the crown you helped me make."
"How old is your leetle sister?" Kurt asked as he drenched his Eggos in syrup and butter.
"She just turned five," Timothy replied before taking another spoonful of Apple Jacks.
"Ten minutes till we gotta go guys," Scott called down the steps as he shrugged into a sweater.
Kurt wolfed down his waffles and bamfed up to his room to get ready. Kitty threw her empty yogurt container away and ran upstairs too. Rogue finished her breakfast and then she raced up to her room as well. Timothy chugged the rest of his milk and pounded up the stairs after the rest. Evan looked around the empty kitchen and shrugged.
"Guess its my turn to storm upstairs," he muttered as he rinsed his bowl in the sink and trudged up to his room.
"Hey guys look, its goat boy," Duncan snickered as Timothy ran back to his locker for a forgotten book. He immediately turned to run the other way, but one of Duncan's thugs grabbed his shoulder.
"You tryin' to run away from us freak?" the older boy snarled.
Timothy squirmed in the larger boy's grasp, desperately trying to escape.
"Yer not gettin' away," another boy growled as he punched Timothy in the stomach.
The little boy doubled over in pain, but his head was forced back up again as Duncan slugged him in the chin.
"Why do you guys always pick on me?" Timothy sputtered when he wasn't being hit.
"Because you're a freak!" one of his tormentors enlightened him before knocking him unconscious. The bullies shoved him into a random locker before running back to their class.
Light flooded into the locker as Kurt reached his hand in to get his math book.
"Vas?" he exclaimed when his fingers brushed against Timothy's hair.
"Stupid bullies," Rogue growled as she helped her teammate lift the boy out of the locker. "You okay?" she asked as she helped the little boy to his feet.
Timothy rubbed the horns on his head and tried to make them disappear. Rogue and Kurt sheltered him until he resembled a normal boy again.
"You just tell me who did this to you and I'll knock em cold," Rogue growled.
Timothy shook his head. "I don't want you to get in trouble for me," he muttered.
"It'd be a pleasure to get a little detention if I had the chance to knock them bullies' lights out."
Timothy just shook his head again and trudged to his locker.
"Timmy is havin' trouble with bullies again," Rogue informed the rest of the X-Men as they assembled for their Danger Room session.
"Its nothing Rogue," Timothy protested. "I don't mind it that much, honest."
The southern girl snorted but Scott held up his hand.
"Timmy," he said, staring straight into the smaller boy's eyes. "If you ever need help with anything you know you can come to us, right?"
Timothy nodded.
"Alright people, lets do this," Logan grumbled as he started the training simulation.
Heaven help us! A session with Logan! Eeeek!