A/N: Hi! Sorry it's been a while. I was just never in the mood, and if I tried writing when I wasn't fully into it then it wouldn't be as good.
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Disclaimer: "A toll is a toll... and a roll is a roll. And if we don't get no tolls then we don't get no rolls"
Don't ask me how that's a disclaimer. Let's just say it is and move on...
Chapter 4
"Wrong. All wrong."
Wolverine blinked for a moment or two before before reaching calmly for his communicator and pushing the button.
"Cyclops," He said gruffly, "Get down here, would ya?"
"What is it, Logan?" He grumbled, not nearly as cheerful as he had been not moments before. He'd obviously put off the façade once by himself.
"Cyclops." Came Ororo's elegant voice. "I just looked outside. I think you should get to the front lawn- quickly."
"I'll be waitin' for ya." Wolverine added, smirking for a moment before heading towards the door. He heard Scott grumbling for a moment before he shut off his communicator.
He stepped outside and bounced on the grass for a moment. It felt normal enough. He sniffed the air, scanning around him.
The area was deserted. All he smelled was the usual scents of his teammates, the mansion, and the mechanical equipment hidden underground among other places.
He slowly made his way out to the field itself, noticing that the grass more immediately around it had been recently mowed. The diamond was geometrically perfect- from the looks of it not a speck of the newly placed dirt was out of place- the bases in perfect sinc with the baselines. He looked around him again, and turned around, sensing Scott approach him.
Scott gave a rather large yawn before speaking. "What is it?" he asked before yawning again.
"That's pretty obvious, don't you think?" Jean stated, coming up from behind Scott. She still seemed bitter with the whole ordeal, and being dragged away from a hot shower was not helping the situation.
One after another, the other members of the team came grumbling outside, pausing a moment to be amazed at the new addition to their yard, before grumbling again.
"Some one give a theory and make it quick, I want to go back to bed." Bobby mumbled after everyone had arrived. Everyone glanced at each other, all thinking of some way to quickly explain the situation.
"Come on guys!" Scott urged, now returned to his 'perky leader' mode, "We can't just brush this off! What if—"
"Scott, do ya honestly believe that some one plans to attack us by givin' us a baseball field?" Rogue asked, placing a hand on her hip.
He glared at her. "Fine. Maybe it's not dangerous. But we've got to figure out how it got here, and why."
"Maybe it was a mistake." Kurt suggested. "Maybe somevon ordered a baseball field or somezing, and zere vas a mix-up."
"Yeah! They didn't realize their goof-up until they were done and left before they would be humiliated! That works, time for bed!"
"Okay, Kurt? I don't know how you did things in Germany, but I'm fairly sure that around here you just can't 'order' a baseball field. And Bobby... shut up."
And so, they all began arguing, many shouting out different excuses and theories while others barked out reasons why they were wrong. Only Wolverine, who was then longing for his abandoned coffee noticed Jubilee approach.
"Wrong. All wrong." She said cheerfully, walking up towards them, tossing a large red ball from one hand to the other.
Eventually, the arguing died down and every X-man's eyes were following the motions of the ball.
"First off..." She began, still grinning. "It's not a baseball field- it's a kickball field."
Blank stares.
"And its not there by mistake, or so some one can attack us... It's there so we can play kickball."
End of chapter
Post A/N: Oh dear. What will happen now? Better keep reading to find out. Review, please.
Reviewers of UBER awesomeness:
Catgirl-13Kitka
(Just for giving me three responses, you both get three cookies! I'm so happy. )
Disclaimer: "A toll is a toll... and a roll is a roll. And if we don't get no tolls then we don't get no rolls"
Don't ask me how that's a disclaimer. Let's just say it is and move on...
Chapter 4
"Wrong. All wrong."
Wolverine blinked for a moment or two before before reaching calmly for his communicator and pushing the button.
"Cyclops," He said gruffly, "Get down here, would ya?"
"What is it, Logan?" He grumbled, not nearly as cheerful as he had been not moments before. He'd obviously put off the façade once by himself.
"Cyclops." Came Ororo's elegant voice. "I just looked outside. I think you should get to the front lawn- quickly."
"I'll be waitin' for ya." Wolverine added, smirking for a moment before heading towards the door. He heard Scott grumbling for a moment before he shut off his communicator.
He stepped outside and bounced on the grass for a moment. It felt normal enough. He sniffed the air, scanning around him.
The area was deserted. All he smelled was the usual scents of his teammates, the mansion, and the mechanical equipment hidden underground among other places.
He slowly made his way out to the field itself, noticing that the grass more immediately around it had been recently mowed. The diamond was geometrically perfect- from the looks of it not a speck of the newly placed dirt was out of place- the bases in perfect sinc with the baselines. He looked around him again, and turned around, sensing Scott approach him.
Scott gave a rather large yawn before speaking. "What is it?" he asked before yawning again.
"That's pretty obvious, don't you think?" Jean stated, coming up from behind Scott. She still seemed bitter with the whole ordeal, and being dragged away from a hot shower was not helping the situation.
One after another, the other members of the team came grumbling outside, pausing a moment to be amazed at the new addition to their yard, before grumbling again.
"Some one give a theory and make it quick, I want to go back to bed." Bobby mumbled after everyone had arrived. Everyone glanced at each other, all thinking of some way to quickly explain the situation.
"Come on guys!" Scott urged, now returned to his 'perky leader' mode, "We can't just brush this off! What if—"
"Scott, do ya honestly believe that some one plans to attack us by givin' us a baseball field?" Rogue asked, placing a hand on her hip.
He glared at her. "Fine. Maybe it's not dangerous. But we've got to figure out how it got here, and why."
"Maybe it was a mistake." Kurt suggested. "Maybe somevon ordered a baseball field or somezing, and zere vas a mix-up."
"Yeah! They didn't realize their goof-up until they were done and left before they would be humiliated! That works, time for bed!"
"Okay, Kurt? I don't know how you did things in Germany, but I'm fairly sure that around here you just can't 'order' a baseball field. And Bobby... shut up."
And so, they all began arguing, many shouting out different excuses and theories while others barked out reasons why they were wrong. Only Wolverine, who was then longing for his abandoned coffee noticed Jubilee approach.
"Wrong. All wrong." She said cheerfully, walking up towards them, tossing a large red ball from one hand to the other.
Eventually, the arguing died down and every X-man's eyes were following the motions of the ball.
"First off..." She began, still grinning. "It's not a baseball field- it's a kickball field."
Blank stares.
"And its not there by mistake, or so some one can attack us... It's there so we can play kickball."
End of chapter
Post A/N: Oh dear. What will happen now? Better keep reading to find out. Review, please.