Authors note: Hello my happy minions! Here's chapter two! YAY! ISMA is
HAPPY!!! YAAY!!! And thanks to WhiteVeils, Zoken, and Kpstar25 (two n's
chere)
"You're all probably wondering why I called this meeting." Jamie said, standing in the middle of his crowded living room.
"Nope I think we all know." Chirped a dupe.
"Ummm. OK." Jamie said, "Anyway, I wanted to know what you all think about this Xavier thing."
There was a slight hush as each dupe thought about the question. Jamie knew what they were thinking of course, but sometimes it was easier to talk things out with himselfs, his ideas always made more sense when voiced out in the open. At least they weren't saying "we think what you think" which was one of the most annoying responses he had every gotten to a question.
"It's a good idea." Said one dupe, "They can help us with our powers and."
"We don't need help!" interrupted another dupe. The dupe who had been talking reached over and slapped dupe number two's arm, causing three more dupes to appear and take seats around the room.
"We need help." He said.
"Point number one." Said Jamie the original (or so they thought, it was mostly a guess), "Help with powers." He wrote it down on the white board they had dragged all the way from the attic.
"We can also meet some knew people." Said another dupe from across the room. "I mean we're great and all but I think we're all a little tired of each other. There were murmurs and nods all around the room. One dupe fell of his chair, creating two others.
"Point number two, meet more people." Said Jamie.
"But what if they find out about mom?" asked the first dupe.
"They don't have to find out!" came the shout from all around the room closely followed by a few mumbles of "They wouldn't find out if we didn't go."
Another Dupe spoke up, "Well I think we should. . ."
"RUN! Shouted a dupe by the window. The dupes scattered in a second, one wiping his hand across the white board just as the doorbell rang. A dupe ran to the second floor bedroom in order to look out the window while another hid at the top of the stairs.
"Hello?" Came a young female voice on the other side of the door. "Jamie?" a hand giggled the doorknob and a petite woman with short brown hair and a designer suit stepped into the hallway. She looked around the extremely clean house and turned to someone behind her.
"I don't think he's here." She said, "and you're sure you haven't heard from your sister in three months?"
"She usually calls me every week." Said a rough gravelly voice, "I'm so worried."
"Well there's obviously no one here." Said the woman, maybe we should check back later."
The man may have nodded but neither Jamie was sure, the half-open door hid him. "I think that would be a good idea Ms. Sterner." He said, "I'm glad you came all the way from the agency for this.
"No problem, Mr. Turner." she replied, "And please, I asked you to call me Emma."
"Only if you'll call me George." Said the man.
Emma and George walked back out of the house and the dupe at the window could see them driving away in a jeep.
"Damn," muttered both the look out Jamies. They both reabsorbed, the easiest method they knew to bring their knowledge to the collective.
*****************************IN JAMIE'S ROOM**************************
"There was a SOCIAL WORKER here?" shouted one of the dupes in Jamie's room.
"Not important" said another dupe, seated on Jamie's bed. "Uncle George was here!" A hush fell over the Jamies as they reprocessed that information.
One dupe summed up what they were thinking in a single word, "Crap."
Jamie had only met his Uncle George one or two times, when his family had gone to George's farm house for special occasions. The man kept two huge dobermans in his backyard and never fed them in order to keep them 'vicious', He kept a gun in his bathroom.
"Uncle George was look for us?" squeaked three dupes at once.
"He knows about mom." Said another two.
"He's coming to get us." Said one dupe seated on the windowsill.
"Don't you think your being just a little paranoid?" asked Jamie.
"No!" shouted all the dupes in the room, glaring him into submission.
"What are we gonna do?"
"He's going to eat us ALIVE!"
"He's got a gun."
"He's got a SOCIAL WORKER!"
"I KNOW!" Everyone's head snapped around and stared at the dupe who had jumped up from his place on the floor.
"Xavier's." They all murmured at once.
A decision was made before they even had time to think to closely about it, dupes scattered everywhere, no one spoke a word. Before they had time to lose there nerve Jamie was sitting at the kitchen table, neatly forging his parents names on the forms that Ororo had given him.
"We have one hundred dollars that we found in mom's dresser." Reported a dupe "Enough for a one way ticket to New York. . . I think. . .How much do train tickets cost?"
"I dunno, said Jamie, finishing of the last flourish of his mother's signature. "Get everyone in here."
"Why?" the dupe asked, not bother to read his mind.
"Because only one of us can go."
"You're all probably wondering why I called this meeting." Jamie said, standing in the middle of his crowded living room.
"Nope I think we all know." Chirped a dupe.
"Ummm. OK." Jamie said, "Anyway, I wanted to know what you all think about this Xavier thing."
There was a slight hush as each dupe thought about the question. Jamie knew what they were thinking of course, but sometimes it was easier to talk things out with himselfs, his ideas always made more sense when voiced out in the open. At least they weren't saying "we think what you think" which was one of the most annoying responses he had every gotten to a question.
"It's a good idea." Said one dupe, "They can help us with our powers and."
"We don't need help!" interrupted another dupe. The dupe who had been talking reached over and slapped dupe number two's arm, causing three more dupes to appear and take seats around the room.
"We need help." He said.
"Point number one." Said Jamie the original (or so they thought, it was mostly a guess), "Help with powers." He wrote it down on the white board they had dragged all the way from the attic.
"We can also meet some knew people." Said another dupe from across the room. "I mean we're great and all but I think we're all a little tired of each other. There were murmurs and nods all around the room. One dupe fell of his chair, creating two others.
"Point number two, meet more people." Said Jamie.
"But what if they find out about mom?" asked the first dupe.
"They don't have to find out!" came the shout from all around the room closely followed by a few mumbles of "They wouldn't find out if we didn't go."
Another Dupe spoke up, "Well I think we should. . ."
"RUN! Shouted a dupe by the window. The dupes scattered in a second, one wiping his hand across the white board just as the doorbell rang. A dupe ran to the second floor bedroom in order to look out the window while another hid at the top of the stairs.
"Hello?" Came a young female voice on the other side of the door. "Jamie?" a hand giggled the doorknob and a petite woman with short brown hair and a designer suit stepped into the hallway. She looked around the extremely clean house and turned to someone behind her.
"I don't think he's here." She said, "and you're sure you haven't heard from your sister in three months?"
"She usually calls me every week." Said a rough gravelly voice, "I'm so worried."
"Well there's obviously no one here." Said the woman, maybe we should check back later."
The man may have nodded but neither Jamie was sure, the half-open door hid him. "I think that would be a good idea Ms. Sterner." He said, "I'm glad you came all the way from the agency for this.
"No problem, Mr. Turner." she replied, "And please, I asked you to call me Emma."
"Only if you'll call me George." Said the man.
Emma and George walked back out of the house and the dupe at the window could see them driving away in a jeep.
"Damn," muttered both the look out Jamies. They both reabsorbed, the easiest method they knew to bring their knowledge to the collective.
*****************************IN JAMIE'S ROOM**************************
"There was a SOCIAL WORKER here?" shouted one of the dupes in Jamie's room.
"Not important" said another dupe, seated on Jamie's bed. "Uncle George was here!" A hush fell over the Jamies as they reprocessed that information.
One dupe summed up what they were thinking in a single word, "Crap."
Jamie had only met his Uncle George one or two times, when his family had gone to George's farm house for special occasions. The man kept two huge dobermans in his backyard and never fed them in order to keep them 'vicious', He kept a gun in his bathroom.
"Uncle George was look for us?" squeaked three dupes at once.
"He knows about mom." Said another two.
"He's coming to get us." Said one dupe seated on the windowsill.
"Don't you think your being just a little paranoid?" asked Jamie.
"No!" shouted all the dupes in the room, glaring him into submission.
"What are we gonna do?"
"He's going to eat us ALIVE!"
"He's got a gun."
"He's got a SOCIAL WORKER!"
"I KNOW!" Everyone's head snapped around and stared at the dupe who had jumped up from his place on the floor.
"Xavier's." They all murmured at once.
A decision was made before they even had time to think to closely about it, dupes scattered everywhere, no one spoke a word. Before they had time to lose there nerve Jamie was sitting at the kitchen table, neatly forging his parents names on the forms that Ororo had given him.
"We have one hundred dollars that we found in mom's dresser." Reported a dupe "Enough for a one way ticket to New York. . . I think. . .How much do train tickets cost?"
"I dunno, said Jamie, finishing of the last flourish of his mother's signature. "Get everyone in here."
"Why?" the dupe asked, not bother to read his mind.
"Because only one of us can go."