When I grow up...
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "We are riding down a highway, and we're trying to keep it dooown"
****
Hello all, and Happy St Davids Day!!! *Dances with joy in one of the few Welsh holidays*
Tenshi Kanashi - I gave you credit (by name) in the very first chapter, unless Fanfiction.net did something to the document I put up. I have also kept all of your ideas. I never said I WOULDN'T do it, I just didn't have time then, I'm sorry if I have upset you over it. If it really bothers you, I'll take the story down, with no hard feelings.
Kliona - Jamie and Ian fighting over Torpid? Done!
Ellen - Pietro torture, you got it!
Seimosuchus - Ahhhh now I know of the dance thingie you mean, the kids seem to be really into them (when one refers to teenagers as 'kids', it scares you into considering a pension scheme). Magneto singing I feel Pretty is also yours!
Taineyah - I have taken your challenge, and done something bizare!
ASGT - Drunkeness is a Satus Quo in my fics ;) Hormones going mad? Oh yeah. And scarring Jean for life? How could I resist?
Red Witch - Lots of Lancitty joy!
Millenium Mutant - Kitty goes vroom vroom!!!
Nessie6 - Agreed, Pyro must burn something
Draco Luver - Senility? *Rubs hands* Oh joy!
Mnay of you have asked that Warren changes, I have something...special for him ;)
**
Chapter 4 - Deranged Dueling
**
"I feel pretty, I feel pretty, I feel pretty and witty and...."
"MAGNUS, SHUT UP NOW!!!"
Magneto paused from where he had been dancing in front of a mirror. Xavier gave him a death glare.
"We are SUPPOSED to be formulating a plan to get the teenage adults..and Forge back", he snapped, "not singing and dancing"
"Dance, dance, dance".
Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose, wheeling around to where Mystique and Logan had been playing a death match of Dance Dance Revolution, one of the games the 'teenagers' had left behind...Mystique, apparently, was winning.
"Come on, Logan, move those stubby little legs", shouted Hank, "I have money bet on this!!"
Suddenly, Mystique gave a woop of joy as she won.
"I win, Logan loooooses", she sang.
"It's a stupid game, anyway", sulked Logan, crossing his arms.
"Are we all done now?", said Xavier, the teenage adults (and Warren) all fell silent, "good. I suggest we all split up into teams to round up our missing teenagers.."
"I call Forge!", shouted Mystique.
"No you, I do!!!", snapped Storm.
"Well, I said it first!"
"I live here! I know him better!!"
"You do not!"
"Shapeshifting snake!"
"Moody little weather witch!"
With that, Mystique and Storm promptly dived at each others throats, trying to kill one another.
"....Look at 'em roll", said Sabertooth, cocking his head to the side.
"You know", said Logan, "if they were in a big vat of beer, dressed only in bikinis...that would be completely awesome".
He paused, blinking.
"Excuse me", he said, running off into a nearby bathroom.
"I can see resolving this is going to take a while", sighed Xavier.
**
"So", said Paul, looking at his friend, "you're an adult"
"Yeah", said Scott.
"And you have white hair", added Paul
"...Yeah".
"Mmm".
Scott shook his head, he'd been hoping for something a bit more helpfull than 'Mmm'. He soon got it.
"You can borrow some of my mom's hair dye if you want", he said, "it's not exactly your colour...but close enough"
Scott gave a greatfull sigh.
"Thanks, Paul, where is it?"
"It's in the bathroom", started Paul, "but.."
"I'll get it!", chimed Jean from where she had been watching the two talk, "be back in a sec!"
"Jean, wait!", tried Paul, but it was too late.
Jean ran upstairs and ehaded into Paul's bathroom. She hummed to herself as she plucked the hair dye from a shelf and spun around......to see both Pauls mother AND father in the bath...together.
"Arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
**
Meanwhile, in the kareoke bar, Sam, trying to prove he could have a good time, had somehow managed to get himself very, VERY drunk.
"Buffalo Gals, won't ya come out tonight, Come out tonight, come out tonight", he sang in a slurred voice, "Buffalo Gals, won't ya come out tonight, And dance by the light of the mooooooooon"
Pyro laughed from where he sat across the table from the drunken Southener.
"You're a right laugh, mate", he said, "want to see MY trick?"
"Okely dokely doodly doo", replied Sam, with a lopsided grin, before his forehead hit the table with a dull thud.
Pyro, however, chose not to notice this, and flicked on his lighter. In front of him, he had collected all the candles that had been used to decorate the tables. He gingerly let a flame touch one...
FWOOOOOFFFF!!!
In a tiny pool of candle wax and fire, all the table took alight....including Sam's head.
"Oh look, Ma", Sam said, "ma'h hairs on fire".
"SAM!", screamed Tabby, grabbing a nearby icebucket and tossing it on both Sam and the table blaze, putting it all out.
"Awwww", said Pyro sadly, "you ruined my fun"
On the other side of the bar, Jamie had been having a one sided converstaion with Torpid. He had just been getting to the exciting part about his adventures involving a pint of whipped cream and a horse raddish, when Ian suddenly arrived through the door. He gave Torpid a wink, before sitting down.
"...Can I help you?", said Jamie, narrowing his eyes as Torpid blushed.
Ian blinked at him, before shaking his head, then gave Torpid another smile. Jamie sighed, crossing his arms as the two mute's exchanged what was apparently a signaled conversation.
**
"I think me and you spending some time alone was a GREAT idea, Lance".
Lance agve a small, strained nod.
"Uh huh", he said, then gave a whimper, "Kitty?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
"...Can we please drive on the correct side of the road?"
Kitty blinked at him, before sighing and swerving away form the oncoming traffic.
"Better?"
Lance cleared his throat.
"Much"
"Beep beep!".
Lance and Kitty turned to see Magneto....no, Pietro, running alongside their car, a huge grin on his face.
"Hello, Lovers!", he said with a wink.
"Goodbye, Magneto lookalike", said Kitty.
With that, she swerved her car to the side, knocking Pietro off blance. He tumbled head over heels on the road, before landing in a ditch. He groaned, sitting up as Scott's car (which Kitty had 'borrowed') sped off into the distance.
"Owww", he said, "well, at least it can't get any worse"
Obeying the laws of life, it did.
"Ugh", replied Pietro, as a passing truck sprayed him with mud and water.
**
The adults had finally formed themslves into teams. It must have been a bizarely evil idea that Logan and Sabertooth had been paired together, as had Storm and Mystique. The two women had moodily piled into Jean's SUV, while Logan and Sabertooth got into the X-Van.
"You need a booster seat, Runt?", taunted Sabertooth.
"Shadup"
Logan, who in reality, really COULDN'T reach the clutch, proptly sped into a wall.
"You're an idiot", said Saberotooth.
"Oh, go cough up a hairball!"
Xavier sighed as he watched them go off, Hank and Jason not far behind taking his beloved Bentley...they'd better not scratch it.
"I hope Warren has better luck finding Seren"
**
Warren DID have better luck finding Seren. Unfortunately, considering he was in his early twenties, and thus neither old nor a teenager, she did the only thing she thought right to him.
"I know I was supposed to do something important", said a 60 year old Warren, from where he sat on the ground, watching Seren run away, "blasted young folks, running around. In my day, we sat down and played with elastic bands.....I'm hungry"
***
Bwhoahaha! I can completely sympathise with Logan being unable to reach the clutch pedal, I have the same problem...in fact, it has been advised for me to get a booster cushion, heh heh. Do review and request. Until time time...
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "We are riding down a highway, and we're trying to keep it dooown"
****
Hello all, and Happy St Davids Day!!! *Dances with joy in one of the few Welsh holidays*
Tenshi Kanashi - I gave you credit (by name) in the very first chapter, unless Fanfiction.net did something to the document I put up. I have also kept all of your ideas. I never said I WOULDN'T do it, I just didn't have time then, I'm sorry if I have upset you over it. If it really bothers you, I'll take the story down, with no hard feelings.
Kliona - Jamie and Ian fighting over Torpid? Done!
Ellen - Pietro torture, you got it!
Seimosuchus - Ahhhh now I know of the dance thingie you mean, the kids seem to be really into them (when one refers to teenagers as 'kids', it scares you into considering a pension scheme). Magneto singing I feel Pretty is also yours!
Taineyah - I have taken your challenge, and done something bizare!
ASGT - Drunkeness is a Satus Quo in my fics ;) Hormones going mad? Oh yeah. And scarring Jean for life? How could I resist?
Red Witch - Lots of Lancitty joy!
Millenium Mutant - Kitty goes vroom vroom!!!
Nessie6 - Agreed, Pyro must burn something
Draco Luver - Senility? *Rubs hands* Oh joy!
Mnay of you have asked that Warren changes, I have something...special for him ;)
**
Chapter 4 - Deranged Dueling
**
"I feel pretty, I feel pretty, I feel pretty and witty and...."
"MAGNUS, SHUT UP NOW!!!"
Magneto paused from where he had been dancing in front of a mirror. Xavier gave him a death glare.
"We are SUPPOSED to be formulating a plan to get the teenage adults..and Forge back", he snapped, "not singing and dancing"
"Dance, dance, dance".
Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose, wheeling around to where Mystique and Logan had been playing a death match of Dance Dance Revolution, one of the games the 'teenagers' had left behind...Mystique, apparently, was winning.
"Come on, Logan, move those stubby little legs", shouted Hank, "I have money bet on this!!"
Suddenly, Mystique gave a woop of joy as she won.
"I win, Logan loooooses", she sang.
"It's a stupid game, anyway", sulked Logan, crossing his arms.
"Are we all done now?", said Xavier, the teenage adults (and Warren) all fell silent, "good. I suggest we all split up into teams to round up our missing teenagers.."
"I call Forge!", shouted Mystique.
"No you, I do!!!", snapped Storm.
"Well, I said it first!"
"I live here! I know him better!!"
"You do not!"
"Shapeshifting snake!"
"Moody little weather witch!"
With that, Mystique and Storm promptly dived at each others throats, trying to kill one another.
"....Look at 'em roll", said Sabertooth, cocking his head to the side.
"You know", said Logan, "if they were in a big vat of beer, dressed only in bikinis...that would be completely awesome".
He paused, blinking.
"Excuse me", he said, running off into a nearby bathroom.
"I can see resolving this is going to take a while", sighed Xavier.
**
"So", said Paul, looking at his friend, "you're an adult"
"Yeah", said Scott.
"And you have white hair", added Paul
"...Yeah".
"Mmm".
Scott shook his head, he'd been hoping for something a bit more helpfull than 'Mmm'. He soon got it.
"You can borrow some of my mom's hair dye if you want", he said, "it's not exactly your colour...but close enough"
Scott gave a greatfull sigh.
"Thanks, Paul, where is it?"
"It's in the bathroom", started Paul, "but.."
"I'll get it!", chimed Jean from where she had been watching the two talk, "be back in a sec!"
"Jean, wait!", tried Paul, but it was too late.
Jean ran upstairs and ehaded into Paul's bathroom. She hummed to herself as she plucked the hair dye from a shelf and spun around......to see both Pauls mother AND father in the bath...together.
"Arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
**
Meanwhile, in the kareoke bar, Sam, trying to prove he could have a good time, had somehow managed to get himself very, VERY drunk.
"Buffalo Gals, won't ya come out tonight, Come out tonight, come out tonight", he sang in a slurred voice, "Buffalo Gals, won't ya come out tonight, And dance by the light of the mooooooooon"
Pyro laughed from where he sat across the table from the drunken Southener.
"You're a right laugh, mate", he said, "want to see MY trick?"
"Okely dokely doodly doo", replied Sam, with a lopsided grin, before his forehead hit the table with a dull thud.
Pyro, however, chose not to notice this, and flicked on his lighter. In front of him, he had collected all the candles that had been used to decorate the tables. He gingerly let a flame touch one...
FWOOOOOFFFF!!!
In a tiny pool of candle wax and fire, all the table took alight....including Sam's head.
"Oh look, Ma", Sam said, "ma'h hairs on fire".
"SAM!", screamed Tabby, grabbing a nearby icebucket and tossing it on both Sam and the table blaze, putting it all out.
"Awwww", said Pyro sadly, "you ruined my fun"
On the other side of the bar, Jamie had been having a one sided converstaion with Torpid. He had just been getting to the exciting part about his adventures involving a pint of whipped cream and a horse raddish, when Ian suddenly arrived through the door. He gave Torpid a wink, before sitting down.
"...Can I help you?", said Jamie, narrowing his eyes as Torpid blushed.
Ian blinked at him, before shaking his head, then gave Torpid another smile. Jamie sighed, crossing his arms as the two mute's exchanged what was apparently a signaled conversation.
**
"I think me and you spending some time alone was a GREAT idea, Lance".
Lance agve a small, strained nod.
"Uh huh", he said, then gave a whimper, "Kitty?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
"...Can we please drive on the correct side of the road?"
Kitty blinked at him, before sighing and swerving away form the oncoming traffic.
"Better?"
Lance cleared his throat.
"Much"
"Beep beep!".
Lance and Kitty turned to see Magneto....no, Pietro, running alongside their car, a huge grin on his face.
"Hello, Lovers!", he said with a wink.
"Goodbye, Magneto lookalike", said Kitty.
With that, she swerved her car to the side, knocking Pietro off blance. He tumbled head over heels on the road, before landing in a ditch. He groaned, sitting up as Scott's car (which Kitty had 'borrowed') sped off into the distance.
"Owww", he said, "well, at least it can't get any worse"
Obeying the laws of life, it did.
"Ugh", replied Pietro, as a passing truck sprayed him with mud and water.
**
The adults had finally formed themslves into teams. It must have been a bizarely evil idea that Logan and Sabertooth had been paired together, as had Storm and Mystique. The two women had moodily piled into Jean's SUV, while Logan and Sabertooth got into the X-Van.
"You need a booster seat, Runt?", taunted Sabertooth.
"Shadup"
Logan, who in reality, really COULDN'T reach the clutch, proptly sped into a wall.
"You're an idiot", said Saberotooth.
"Oh, go cough up a hairball!"
Xavier sighed as he watched them go off, Hank and Jason not far behind taking his beloved Bentley...they'd better not scratch it.
"I hope Warren has better luck finding Seren"
**
Warren DID have better luck finding Seren. Unfortunately, considering he was in his early twenties, and thus neither old nor a teenager, she did the only thing she thought right to him.
"I know I was supposed to do something important", said a 60 year old Warren, from where he sat on the ground, watching Seren run away, "blasted young folks, running around. In my day, we sat down and played with elastic bands.....I'm hungry"
***
Bwhoahaha! I can completely sympathise with Logan being unable to reach the clutch pedal, I have the same problem...in fact, it has been advised for me to get a booster cushion, heh heh. Do review and request. Until time time...