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Chi Oujo: But we can't because they weren't all excellent.
Goruda: *glares at Chi*
Chi: Um... they weren't excellent.... they were... uh... marvelous... *laughs nervously*
Goruda: *clears throat* Anyway, sorry this took so long (not really all that long-I hope-, we just wanted to get more done than what we've got so far), I was just tired...
Chi: *pouts and turns away from GoGo* Is that what they're calling laziness these days?
Goruda: *puts gag around Chi's mouth, while her back is turned, to quiet her* ... and needed a lot of rest.
Chi: *struggles with the gag* *manages to get it off and turns to Goruda* *cries indignantly* That wasn't fair, GoGo.
Goruda: *shrugs* Well, I needed to finish what I was saying before you interrupted me again.
Chi: Fine! See if I ever talk to you again. Hmmph! *crosses her arms over her chest and turns away again*
Goruda: *shrugs again* Your loss. *to the readers* All standard disclaimers apply. We don't own anyone.
Chi: *turns back, incredulous* What about Aiso, Aijou, and Anile?
Goruda: *hides a smirk* I thought you weren't talking to me ever again.
Chi: *growls and tackle glomps* You tricked me! *to the readers* Look. I own Aiso and Aijou. GoGo owns Anile. Don't use them without my permission, not even GoGo's. *glares at Goruda* He doesn't even get to use Anile without my permission. You know what I'll do to you if you use them without my permission? You don't want to know what I'll do to you if you use them without my permission. *smiles sweetly*
Goruda: Sugar and spice indeed (my ass)
Chi: Sugar and spice...but what they didn't know was that the spice was Tabasco sauce *kisses GoGo* Now ya got cooties
Goruda: Ewww girl cooties! *rolls around on the floor having a tickle fight with his mate*
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Kurt: Goruda owns Anile
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Unexpected Miracles: Ch.2 - Confirmation
"Speaking"
*Thinking*
"Why was he in such a hurry?" Pietro asked, staring after the retreating form through the now open window on the door. They watched as he nervously reached into a drawer and pulled something out, then left the infirmary.
"Maybe he missed breakfast." Kurt replied jokingly.
"Maybe. I don't know him well, but he seemed kinda... nervous... about something. And what did he pull from the drawer?" Curiosity evident in his voice.
"A thermometer?" Kurt guessed, shrugging. "Maybe he is feeling ill."
"No. He didn't look sick. No. He seemed nervous about something."
"You know, you're right." Kurt said, suddenly worried.
"Maybe he's pregnant too." Pietro grinned. "I'd hafta feel kinda bad for him, considering how big the father is....." His eyes sparkled as another idea formed in his head. "You know that saying about big hands and big feet?" At Kurt's affirmation, he finished "Think it's true?" When all he got was a confused stare, he started again. "Well, look at how big he is. That would have to hurt.... poor Bobby. Hey... you think his is blue like yours?"
Kurt blushed and slapped him playfully on the arm. "Don't play like that."
"Like what?!" He asked, feigning innocence. A glare from his partner stopped the subject in its tracks. "Fine. How about I play like this."
Before Kurt could respond, Pietro put a hand behind his neck and a hand on his hip and pulled him into a passionate kiss. It ended too soon for Kurt's taste, but he found that he needed to breath also, so he didn't mind much.
"Isn't this how we got into this situation in the first place?" He leaned forward to playfully nip at the tip of his beloved's nose. "Not that I'm complaining....I liked that one... that was fun." He said suggestively. "Let's play some more." He finished as he pulled his lover into another, equally passionate kiss. He snaked his hands slowly under his life mate's shirt, caressing the soft skin underneath as he reached it. He played with his lovers stiff nipples, causing his head to fall back, and moved his mouth to the luscious neck presented to him. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin as he made a pass over it, settling on suckling the skin covering the collarbone, causing Pietro to gasp in pleasure and surprise.
A loud scream outside the door (and it would have to be loud for them to hear it as the room is slightly soundproofed and they were making out like no tomorrow) caused them to pull apart very hastily. They looked to the door and saw that it wasn't directed at them..... but was coming from outside the infirmary itself..... and went to investigate.
As Hank made his way down the maze of corridors leading to the infirmary, he couldn't help but wonder how on God's green earth Kurt was able to get pregnant. He was enthralled by this new discovery and couldn't wait to start the testing. *This chance at new information is quite intriguing.* He thought. *A male mutant able to conceive. That would cause quite a controversy. I wonder if all mutant males can conceive, or if it is just certain ones. Be that the case, then I wonder just how many of the institutions male population can conceive.* He mused over that as he turned down the hallway leading to the lab, suddenly deciding to take a momentary bathroom break.
He turned to the men's lavatory and opened the door. As he stepped inside, the first thing that caught his eye was Bobby, HIS Bobby, kneeling on the floor, seemingly scared out of his wits. The next thing he noticed was the pregnancy test on the floor, blue as it told of the positive results(or not so positive results, as he quickly determined).
Bobby heard someone enter and looked to see whom it was, his heart freezing when he saw the look of dread on his lovers face. Hank looked from the test to Bobby, silently asking for confirmation. At Bobby's nod, he let out a howl of fear so loud, it shook the entire mansion, before fainting into a massive heap of deep blue fur and sweat soaked skin.
It didn't take Hank long to come to, and when he did, the bathroom door was flooded by a small sea of worried faces. He didn't really notice, though. His attention was on his mate, his mind on that pregnancy test. Catching his second wind, he suddenly grabbed Bobby and dragged him through the crowd of people, off towards the lab, intent on proving that miserable, white, plastic stick wrong.
"HANK!!!! THAT HURTS!!!!!" Bobby howled, and not for the first time today. "*WHAT*, might I ask, is the point of this? We have already established, and numerous times, I might add, through a number of tests, THAT I AM PREGNANT!" He winced as Hank yanked roughly on the sonoghraphic probe yet again, trying to aim it just so, intent on knowing 100% whether or not Bobby's pregnant.
Bobby, deciding that fighting was futile, crossed his arms over a pillow and rested the side of his head on it, finally noticing the crowd staring in from the door. Heading them up was Jamie, a few of his dupes, Kurt, and Pietro, all wide eyes and open-mouthed in shock. He groaned in embarrassment and used his powers to blast the door shut, then iced it over to keep everyone out, promptly burying his head in the pillow right after. "Hank," Bobby started. "Once that infernal probe is no longer stuck up my ass, you're DEAD!!!" He shouted the last part, thoroughly embarrassed and pissed off at him for doing this.
*I'm afraid, Bobby, that after Logan gets his claws on me for this, I will be* He didn't voice his concern, but it was there nonetheless. He pushed on the probe again, more gently this time, and succeeded in getting it where it was needed and producing a semi-clear picture of the developing life inside. Hank sighed, saving the picture and pulling out the probe. "It's safe to assume that you are with child."
Bobby lie down, his insides hurting from all the torture, and glared ice daggers at Hank. "Naw, ya think?" Not even giving Hank enough time to answer, he pulled up his pants, deciding that he didn't want to stay there any longer. As he moved to leave, however, Hank grabbed his arm in a near vice grip, effectively stopping him. "Let. Me. Go." He said in a low, murderous tone.
Hank would have none of it though. "We need to talk about this, Bobby."
"No, Hank. The baby is ours and you're gonna help me take care of it. End of discussion."
Hank had to visibly suppress the urge to smack him. "No, Bobby, I…."
Hank didn't get to finish that sentence, as he promptly had to release Bobby and dodge an ice beam headed straight for his head. "I don't want to hear it, Hank." Bobby spouted as he threw another ice beam in the other man's direction, this time catching him and freezing his feet to the floor. "I'm outta here." With that, Bobby broke the ice barrier in front of the infirmary door and stormed out, passing a dwindling group of still shocked faces.
Kurt, being the first to recover, and the Ice Man's best friend, took it upon himself to follow the distraught teen through the underground levels and up to the boys dorm, then into his room. The second the door closed, Bobby turned and embraced Kurt in a vice grip, tears scalding the fuzzy one's shoulder. "He doesn't want my baby." He sobbed. "H-he said he wanted ch-ch-children *hiccup* and he got mad when he found out I was pr-pregnant with his kid." Kurt somehow managed to lead them to the bed and sat them down, allowing the younger boy to cry it all out.
It went on for almost an hour. Bobby would degrade himself and Kurt would rub his back soothingly, whispering words of encouragement hoping to calm the young man down and make him feel better. Kurt sighed when, finally, Bobby went to sleep. He laid the man gently onto the bed and crept quietly toward the door, surprised to see Pietro on the other side. "Is he alright?" Pietro whispered. Kurt nodded and grabbed his hand, 'porting them back to the infirmary, where Hank was treating himself for frostbite.
"We still don't know how it was possible, the tests seem inconclusive." Jean was telling the professor, having done her tests on Kurt. "We still need to test for an X-gene, but we are certain, since both parents are mutant, that the offspring will be as well."
"Well, we should know for sure. On the off chance that the child is human, it may cause some discrepancies between the child and the mutants here. We need to be prepared should that be the case." Xavier wheeled himself to the window behind his desk and looked out. He wasn't really looking at anything in particular, just staring off into space, thinking.
"I understand, professor. It could cause a lot of problems. Everyone would have to get used to having a human living with them, and the poor child would have to deal with being a normal human in a house full of mutants."
"Not only that," The professor replied, not turning from the window, "If anyone found out about us, he would put up with a lot of grief because he wouldn't have powers to help him out of it"
Hank continued to knock on Bobby's door, calling his name loudly and asking, begging, to be allowed in and heard out. After what seemed like hours, Bobby let him in, not bothering to hide the angry glare gracing his features. Hank sighed as he tried to figure out what he was going to say now that he was allowed admittance. Bobby's anger soon turned to irritation and annoyance as the silence stretched on. Finally unable to stand it any longer, he growled at the furry creature. "Is there something you wanted to say? Because if you're going to just stand there like an idiot and not talk, then you might as well leave. I have better things to do than to stand here all day."
Hank flinched inwardly at the loud, verbal assault. He moved over to place a hesitant hand on the other man's shoulder only to have it shrugged away and violently smacked at. Bobby gave him a look that said, clearly, 'don't touch me if you know what's good for you.' He sighed and moved out to the balcony, gripping the railing, and mulling over what's been happening. After another long, uncomfortable silence, he spoke. "I'm sorry this happened, Bobby. I know how you must feel…"
Bobby seethed. *How dare he…* "How dare you," He growled harshly, interrupting him, "presume to know how I feel. What? Are you psychic now too? Where do you get off? Or is that HOW you get off? Presuming to know others?"
Hank turned around, preparing to defend himself against the verbal assault, just in time to take an ice blast to the chest, knocking him over the railing and into some bushes below. Bobby follow quickly on an ice slide, intent on causing the other mutant damage.
Kurt was crying quietly in the first floor library, upset that his best friend was so hurt, staring out the window. Pietro held him in his lap, rubbing his stomach soothingly, speaking endearing words of encouragement to his downcast partner. A sudden flash of blue caught his vision as it flew past the window and into the bushes. Pietro quickly followed his gaze, just in time to see a very angry Robert Drake sliding down an ice slide after it. They soon realized it was Hank and, as if of one mind, both made tracks to the door, leading outside from where they were.
Kurt stared in something akin to shock and amusement as he saw his friend chasing the burly ball of blue fur around the yard, weaving around the trees and shrubbery. Pietro gaped at the astonishing display in disbelief. He always thought Bobby to be typically docile, not one for fighting. But, judging from the way he was carefully aiming those ice beams at Hank, that blew his beliefs of the young icemaker out of the water.
Soon enough, Bobby had Hank cornered. When Hank would try to escape, his route was cut of by another blast. Indiscernible words were exchanged and Bobby fired another ice blast at him, this one aimed for his crotch. Hank dodged it quickly as Bobby turned to walk away, tears in his eyes. Hank made to follow, causing the already distraught boy to run. In his haste to try making things right, he took chase.
Logan, having seen the commotion, sighed and decided he should do something. He ran after them, soon catching up with the dysfunctional duo. Hank picked up speed, determined to settle this with Bobby, so Bobby did as well, equally determined to get away from him. Logan, in turn, had to adjust his speed as well.
He sped after the two, slowly closing the gap, and unintentionally bared his claws. With a sudden burst of strength, he launched himself at Hank, tackling him, both large mutants rolling over the ground. When they finally stopped, Logan was on top, on hand on Hank's should, the other balled into a fist, the claws at the underside of the other's chin. "I think you've done enough damage for one day, bub. Leave the kid alone for a while, if you'd like to remain as you were born." Having said that, he got up and sheathed his claws. As an after thought, he turned back to Hank and said, "Hurt my cub again and you'll live to regret it."
TBC
Goruda: ARGG!!! *kicks his computer* I'm finally done with this chapter. *grumbles* no thanks to this stupid machine. *kicks it again*
Chi: It took ya long enough.
Goruda: *rolls his eyes* Gimme a break. A lot's happened in my life since Ch.1. *YOU* know that as well as anybody.
Chi: *blushes slightly* You can't blame it completely on me.
Goruda: *rolls his eyes again* Anyway… I'm sorry this is so short compared to the other… but I never said that all the chapters would be the same length. *shrugs* I hope you enjoy it.
Chi: And don't forget to review.
Chi Oujo: But we can't because they weren't all excellent.
Goruda: *glares at Chi*
Chi: Um... they weren't excellent.... they were... uh... marvelous... *laughs nervously*
Goruda: *clears throat* Anyway, sorry this took so long (not really all that long-I hope-, we just wanted to get more done than what we've got so far), I was just tired...
Chi: *pouts and turns away from GoGo* Is that what they're calling laziness these days?
Goruda: *puts gag around Chi's mouth, while her back is turned, to quiet her* ... and needed a lot of rest.
Chi: *struggles with the gag* *manages to get it off and turns to Goruda* *cries indignantly* That wasn't fair, GoGo.
Goruda: *shrugs* Well, I needed to finish what I was saying before you interrupted me again.
Chi: Fine! See if I ever talk to you again. Hmmph! *crosses her arms over her chest and turns away again*
Goruda: *shrugs again* Your loss. *to the readers* All standard disclaimers apply. We don't own anyone.
Chi: *turns back, incredulous* What about Aiso, Aijou, and Anile?
Goruda: *hides a smirk* I thought you weren't talking to me ever again.
Chi: *growls and tackle glomps* You tricked me! *to the readers* Look. I own Aiso and Aijou. GoGo owns Anile. Don't use them without my permission, not even GoGo's. *glares at Goruda* He doesn't even get to use Anile without my permission. You know what I'll do to you if you use them without my permission? You don't want to know what I'll do to you if you use them without my permission. *smiles sweetly*
Goruda: Sugar and spice indeed (my ass)
Chi: Sugar and spice...but what they didn't know was that the spice was Tabasco sauce *kisses GoGo* Now ya got cooties
Goruda: Ewww girl cooties! *rolls around on the floor having a tickle fight with his mate*
Hank: Since our dear authors have been rendered unable to deliver the disclaimer we shall endeavor to do so.
Bobby: Chi owns Aiso and Aijou
Kurt: Goruda owns Anile
Pietro: Anythingelseisthepropertyofit'srespectiveowner
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Pairing: Pietro/Kurt shipping. Some Hank/Bobby, shipping towards the middle/end. Others? Maybe, dunno yet.
Unexpected Miracles: Ch.2 - Confirmation
"Speaking"
*Thinking*
"Why was he in such a hurry?" Pietro asked, staring after the retreating form through the now open window on the door. They watched as he nervously reached into a drawer and pulled something out, then left the infirmary.
"Maybe he missed breakfast." Kurt replied jokingly.
"Maybe. I don't know him well, but he seemed kinda... nervous... about something. And what did he pull from the drawer?" Curiosity evident in his voice.
"A thermometer?" Kurt guessed, shrugging. "Maybe he is feeling ill."
"No. He didn't look sick. No. He seemed nervous about something."
"You know, you're right." Kurt said, suddenly worried.
"Maybe he's pregnant too." Pietro grinned. "I'd hafta feel kinda bad for him, considering how big the father is....." His eyes sparkled as another idea formed in his head. "You know that saying about big hands and big feet?" At Kurt's affirmation, he finished "Think it's true?" When all he got was a confused stare, he started again. "Well, look at how big he is. That would have to hurt.... poor Bobby. Hey... you think his is blue like yours?"
Kurt blushed and slapped him playfully on the arm. "Don't play like that."
"Like what?!" He asked, feigning innocence. A glare from his partner stopped the subject in its tracks. "Fine. How about I play like this."
Before Kurt could respond, Pietro put a hand behind his neck and a hand on his hip and pulled him into a passionate kiss. It ended too soon for Kurt's taste, but he found that he needed to breath also, so he didn't mind much.
"Isn't this how we got into this situation in the first place?" He leaned forward to playfully nip at the tip of his beloved's nose. "Not that I'm complaining....I liked that one... that was fun." He said suggestively. "Let's play some more." He finished as he pulled his lover into another, equally passionate kiss. He snaked his hands slowly under his life mate's shirt, caressing the soft skin underneath as he reached it. He played with his lovers stiff nipples, causing his head to fall back, and moved his mouth to the luscious neck presented to him. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin as he made a pass over it, settling on suckling the skin covering the collarbone, causing Pietro to gasp in pleasure and surprise.
A loud scream outside the door (and it would have to be loud for them to hear it as the room is slightly soundproofed and they were making out like no tomorrow) caused them to pull apart very hastily. They looked to the door and saw that it wasn't directed at them..... but was coming from outside the infirmary itself..... and went to investigate.
As Hank made his way down the maze of corridors leading to the infirmary, he couldn't help but wonder how on God's green earth Kurt was able to get pregnant. He was enthralled by this new discovery and couldn't wait to start the testing. *This chance at new information is quite intriguing.* He thought. *A male mutant able to conceive. That would cause quite a controversy. I wonder if all mutant males can conceive, or if it is just certain ones. Be that the case, then I wonder just how many of the institutions male population can conceive.* He mused over that as he turned down the hallway leading to the lab, suddenly deciding to take a momentary bathroom break.
He turned to the men's lavatory and opened the door. As he stepped inside, the first thing that caught his eye was Bobby, HIS Bobby, kneeling on the floor, seemingly scared out of his wits. The next thing he noticed was the pregnancy test on the floor, blue as it told of the positive results(or not so positive results, as he quickly determined).
Bobby heard someone enter and looked to see whom it was, his heart freezing when he saw the look of dread on his lovers face. Hank looked from the test to Bobby, silently asking for confirmation. At Bobby's nod, he let out a howl of fear so loud, it shook the entire mansion, before fainting into a massive heap of deep blue fur and sweat soaked skin.
It didn't take Hank long to come to, and when he did, the bathroom door was flooded by a small sea of worried faces. He didn't really notice, though. His attention was on his mate, his mind on that pregnancy test. Catching his second wind, he suddenly grabbed Bobby and dragged him through the crowd of people, off towards the lab, intent on proving that miserable, white, plastic stick wrong.
"HANK!!!! THAT HURTS!!!!!" Bobby howled, and not for the first time today. "*WHAT*, might I ask, is the point of this? We have already established, and numerous times, I might add, through a number of tests, THAT I AM PREGNANT!" He winced as Hank yanked roughly on the sonoghraphic probe yet again, trying to aim it just so, intent on knowing 100% whether or not Bobby's pregnant.
Bobby, deciding that fighting was futile, crossed his arms over a pillow and rested the side of his head on it, finally noticing the crowd staring in from the door. Heading them up was Jamie, a few of his dupes, Kurt, and Pietro, all wide eyes and open-mouthed in shock. He groaned in embarrassment and used his powers to blast the door shut, then iced it over to keep everyone out, promptly burying his head in the pillow right after. "Hank," Bobby started. "Once that infernal probe is no longer stuck up my ass, you're DEAD!!!" He shouted the last part, thoroughly embarrassed and pissed off at him for doing this.
*I'm afraid, Bobby, that after Logan gets his claws on me for this, I will be* He didn't voice his concern, but it was there nonetheless. He pushed on the probe again, more gently this time, and succeeded in getting it where it was needed and producing a semi-clear picture of the developing life inside. Hank sighed, saving the picture and pulling out the probe. "It's safe to assume that you are with child."
Bobby lie down, his insides hurting from all the torture, and glared ice daggers at Hank. "Naw, ya think?" Not even giving Hank enough time to answer, he pulled up his pants, deciding that he didn't want to stay there any longer. As he moved to leave, however, Hank grabbed his arm in a near vice grip, effectively stopping him. "Let. Me. Go." He said in a low, murderous tone.
Hank would have none of it though. "We need to talk about this, Bobby."
"No, Hank. The baby is ours and you're gonna help me take care of it. End of discussion."
Hank had to visibly suppress the urge to smack him. "No, Bobby, I…."
Hank didn't get to finish that sentence, as he promptly had to release Bobby and dodge an ice beam headed straight for his head. "I don't want to hear it, Hank." Bobby spouted as he threw another ice beam in the other man's direction, this time catching him and freezing his feet to the floor. "I'm outta here." With that, Bobby broke the ice barrier in front of the infirmary door and stormed out, passing a dwindling group of still shocked faces.
Kurt, being the first to recover, and the Ice Man's best friend, took it upon himself to follow the distraught teen through the underground levels and up to the boys dorm, then into his room. The second the door closed, Bobby turned and embraced Kurt in a vice grip, tears scalding the fuzzy one's shoulder. "He doesn't want my baby." He sobbed. "H-he said he wanted ch-ch-children *hiccup* and he got mad when he found out I was pr-pregnant with his kid." Kurt somehow managed to lead them to the bed and sat them down, allowing the younger boy to cry it all out.
It went on for almost an hour. Bobby would degrade himself and Kurt would rub his back soothingly, whispering words of encouragement hoping to calm the young man down and make him feel better. Kurt sighed when, finally, Bobby went to sleep. He laid the man gently onto the bed and crept quietly toward the door, surprised to see Pietro on the other side. "Is he alright?" Pietro whispered. Kurt nodded and grabbed his hand, 'porting them back to the infirmary, where Hank was treating himself for frostbite.
"We still don't know how it was possible, the tests seem inconclusive." Jean was telling the professor, having done her tests on Kurt. "We still need to test for an X-gene, but we are certain, since both parents are mutant, that the offspring will be as well."
"Well, we should know for sure. On the off chance that the child is human, it may cause some discrepancies between the child and the mutants here. We need to be prepared should that be the case." Xavier wheeled himself to the window behind his desk and looked out. He wasn't really looking at anything in particular, just staring off into space, thinking.
"I understand, professor. It could cause a lot of problems. Everyone would have to get used to having a human living with them, and the poor child would have to deal with being a normal human in a house full of mutants."
"Not only that," The professor replied, not turning from the window, "If anyone found out about us, he would put up with a lot of grief because he wouldn't have powers to help him out of it"
Hank continued to knock on Bobby's door, calling his name loudly and asking, begging, to be allowed in and heard out. After what seemed like hours, Bobby let him in, not bothering to hide the angry glare gracing his features. Hank sighed as he tried to figure out what he was going to say now that he was allowed admittance. Bobby's anger soon turned to irritation and annoyance as the silence stretched on. Finally unable to stand it any longer, he growled at the furry creature. "Is there something you wanted to say? Because if you're going to just stand there like an idiot and not talk, then you might as well leave. I have better things to do than to stand here all day."
Hank flinched inwardly at the loud, verbal assault. He moved over to place a hesitant hand on the other man's shoulder only to have it shrugged away and violently smacked at. Bobby gave him a look that said, clearly, 'don't touch me if you know what's good for you.' He sighed and moved out to the balcony, gripping the railing, and mulling over what's been happening. After another long, uncomfortable silence, he spoke. "I'm sorry this happened, Bobby. I know how you must feel…"
Bobby seethed. *How dare he…* "How dare you," He growled harshly, interrupting him, "presume to know how I feel. What? Are you psychic now too? Where do you get off? Or is that HOW you get off? Presuming to know others?"
Hank turned around, preparing to defend himself against the verbal assault, just in time to take an ice blast to the chest, knocking him over the railing and into some bushes below. Bobby follow quickly on an ice slide, intent on causing the other mutant damage.
Kurt was crying quietly in the first floor library, upset that his best friend was so hurt, staring out the window. Pietro held him in his lap, rubbing his stomach soothingly, speaking endearing words of encouragement to his downcast partner. A sudden flash of blue caught his vision as it flew past the window and into the bushes. Pietro quickly followed his gaze, just in time to see a very angry Robert Drake sliding down an ice slide after it. They soon realized it was Hank and, as if of one mind, both made tracks to the door, leading outside from where they were.
Kurt stared in something akin to shock and amusement as he saw his friend chasing the burly ball of blue fur around the yard, weaving around the trees and shrubbery. Pietro gaped at the astonishing display in disbelief. He always thought Bobby to be typically docile, not one for fighting. But, judging from the way he was carefully aiming those ice beams at Hank, that blew his beliefs of the young icemaker out of the water.
Soon enough, Bobby had Hank cornered. When Hank would try to escape, his route was cut of by another blast. Indiscernible words were exchanged and Bobby fired another ice blast at him, this one aimed for his crotch. Hank dodged it quickly as Bobby turned to walk away, tears in his eyes. Hank made to follow, causing the already distraught boy to run. In his haste to try making things right, he took chase.
Logan, having seen the commotion, sighed and decided he should do something. He ran after them, soon catching up with the dysfunctional duo. Hank picked up speed, determined to settle this with Bobby, so Bobby did as well, equally determined to get away from him. Logan, in turn, had to adjust his speed as well.
He sped after the two, slowly closing the gap, and unintentionally bared his claws. With a sudden burst of strength, he launched himself at Hank, tackling him, both large mutants rolling over the ground. When they finally stopped, Logan was on top, on hand on Hank's should, the other balled into a fist, the claws at the underside of the other's chin. "I think you've done enough damage for one day, bub. Leave the kid alone for a while, if you'd like to remain as you were born." Having said that, he got up and sheathed his claws. As an after thought, he turned back to Hank and said, "Hurt my cub again and you'll live to regret it."
TBC
Goruda: ARGG!!! *kicks his computer* I'm finally done with this chapter. *grumbles* no thanks to this stupid machine. *kicks it again*
Chi: It took ya long enough.
Goruda: *rolls his eyes* Gimme a break. A lot's happened in my life since Ch.1. *YOU* know that as well as anybody.
Chi: *blushes slightly* You can't blame it completely on me.
Goruda: *rolls his eyes again* Anyway… I'm sorry this is so short compared to the other… but I never said that all the chapters would be the same length. *shrugs* I hope you enjoy it.
Chi: And don't forget to review.