Chapter 2: Mother Russia!
"Amanda, please!" Kurt had begun to back up on the couch in her living room.
"Kurt, my parents are a thousand miles away and they're going to be gone all weekend. They'll never know. And besides you promised!" Amanda finished in a dangerous tone.
"I know, bu-" Kurt began.
"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page," said Amanda as she nothing short of pinned Kurt to the cushions and unzipped his pants, "and take that stupid image inducer off!-It's just us."
"Amanda, your parents don't like me and they don't even know ve're still seeing each other!-Von't it be difficult to explain blue hair all over ze living room?" asked Kurt still backing up on the couch.
"I'll just tell them the dog's shedding again."
"You don't have a dog!" insisted Kurt, who was now nearing the edge of the couch.
"What does it matter I'll vacuum before they get back," said Amanda advancing even more.
"But still I'm not sure about zis. I mean I-Whoa!"
THUD!-Kurt fell off the end of the couch.
"Ow," said Kurt propping himself up on his elbows.
"OMG, are you ok?!" Amanda looked over the arm of the couch.
"Ja, I guess," Kurt exhaled rubbing his head.
"Great, then we can keep going," purred Amanda who looked as if she was about to leap off the couch and pounce on Kurt's chest.
"VAIT!" Kurt made one last plea.
"UGH!-What is it now?" Amanda was growing annoyed with Kurt's constant stalling.
"I just don't know if I'm ready. I vant our first time to be special and-"
Amanda gave an exasperated sigh, "You know what Kurt, maybe you should just leave."
"But Amanda, I-"
"Good-bye, Kurt." Amanda rose off the couch, walked to front door and opened it.
Kurt pulled his pants up and strapped on his image inducer, then walked out of the house and onto the stone walkway. He turned around to say a heartfelt good-bye, but-
SLAM!
"Right then, ve'll talk later," Kurt turned and began his walk back to the Institute.
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"Nhhhhh!" Remy came around slowly. His head was pounding and he was sweating like a pig.
He was laying in a bed in a white room with bright light all around.
"Is dis Heaven?" Remy thought to himself. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the light , although nothing could prepare him for the sight he beheld.
A blue fuzzy blob slowly came into focus-Hank in a lab coat looking at a clipboard through small circular spectacles, which came slightly too far down his nose. And worse yet standing beside him was Wolverine with Rogue nowhere in sight-not good.
"Merde," thought Remy, "dis be Hell!"
"Good evening, Mr. LeBeau, fancy meeting you here again and I see you've brought a little friend to keep you company." said Hank looking up.
"Huh?" Remy looked over to see St. John laying in the bed next to him, just starting to come around.
"Mon Diu, where be Petey?!" Remy started to panic.
"Crickey, you poms let 'im drown?!"
"Easy, Piotr's fine." Hank attempted to calm the boys down, "I'm more worried about the two of you right now. You both had a mild case of hypothermia."
"Ya, well we're fine now, mate," said John pushing the blankets off. He felt a draft then looked down to find himself clad in only a pair of boxers, "Whoa where are me clothes?!"
Remy decided to look down too just to find himself in only boxers, "You hommies be sick!"
"Gentlemen please, calm down," Hank cut in, "I'm going to have to ask you to stay here until you recover."
"Recover?!" the boys looked at each other.
"We're fine, Mate," John insisted.
"Oui, we neva bin bett-ah-ah-AHCHOOO!" luckily Remy was able to grab a tissue off the nightstand before he shared a little too much with the entire room. Unfortunately, he was unable to control his powers and charged the Kleenex.
Now normally this wouldn't have been an issue because Remy could just uncharged the Kleenex, but St. John sneezed right after him. This resulted in an explosion of flames all over the floor.
"Merde!" yelped Remy.
SKNIT!
BAM!
Wolverine punctured the fire extinguisher on the wall only to have it explode due to the pressure inside. It resulted in coating the entire room in a white substance with the same consistency as tapioca pudding.
"Merde, Wolvie, tink befo' you act, non?!" said Gambit wiping off his face.
"Well on the up side a hot shower might be the best thing for the two of you right now," said Hank wiping his white goopy glasses on the interior of his lab coat.
"Must you turn everything into a positive experience?" Wolverine glared at Hank.
Hank chose to ignore that comment and turned his attention back to the boys, "The showers are just down the-"
"Fo' de las' time we don' need showers because we ain't si-" Remy would have finished only another sneeze came on.
Fortunately, John was able to squelch it by diving forward and seizing Remy's nose. Unfortunately, John wound up splattering more white goo into Remy's face, not to mention in his hast to prevent another fire (a first in John's career, I'd like to add) he slipped on the white goop on the floor.
As a result both boys landed in more white stuff on the floor.
"Maybe we will take you up on that showa, Mate," said St. John looking up.
"Good," said Hank, "down the hall to your left.
Logan couldn't help but snicker as the boys slipped and fell again as the attempted to cross the threshold.
Hank turned to Logan once he heard the showers turn on, "And with any luck a hot shower will make them drowsy.
"Preachin' to the choir, Hank," commented Logan who had had all too much experience with a recuperating Remy and now with Pyro in the equation he was half tempted to see if there was any clorophorme (not sure if that's spelled right) in the storeroom.
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Meanwhile the girls (Rogue and Wanda) had been forbidden to enter the medical lab on pain of death until the boys were out of quarantine. The last thing Hank needed was two more sick mutants on his hands.
Feeling rather dejected the Rogue and Wanda headed back to the BoM's house and Kitty decided to tag along. The boys had gone out to their weekly Mickey-Dee's (McDonald's) and a movie, which left house completely to the girls.
They began by playing video games for a while then headed up stairs to Wanda's room to relax before the boys got back.
Wanda was on the bed flipping through a magazine, Rogue was in a beanbag chair ready The Last Unicorn and Kitty was standing in front of Wanda's bureau playing with her hair when something caught her eye. A small fuzzy box to be exact.
"Hey, Wanda, like what's this?" asked Kitty picking up the box. She opened it, "Like OMG!"
---
Remy and John were once again reclining on the beds in the med lab after their showers and just as Hank predicted they were rather drowsy.
Gambit was laying on his bed with his arms behind his head and his eyes shut-minding his own damn business for once-when he heard something...
scratch...scratch...scratch, scratch, scratchscratchscratch!
Gambit opened his eyes and looked over at Py who was for the time being very engaged in scratching his crotch lock a lotto ticket.
Gambit sighed.
"Homme, Remy know he gone regret askin' dis, but why you doin' dat?"
"Because it's all starin' ta grow back, mate!" exclaimed John in dismay.
"What de growin' back?" asked Remy rather alarmed.
"Me hair from the wax job that crazy Sheila gave me (Girls Night Out ref.)!"
"Remy was right. He does regret askin'- Merde, Remy hate when he be right sometimes," said Gambit closing his eyes again.
Just then Piotr came in.
"Petey, mate you're a live!" said John happily as he continued to scratch.
Piotr shot Py a strange look, produced to necklaces from his pocket then said, "Magneto has sent me to give you these. As long as you where them they will bind your powers so you will not set anything else ablaze."
"Sound like a workable plan," said Remy.
"Ah'm in," said Py.
After they put the necklaces on Remy and Py had to know.
"Hey, Petey, how come you not sick like us?" asked Gambit.
"Ya, you fell in too, you should be sick too." Py nothing short of pouted.
Colossus looked at them like they both had three heads and said simply, "I am from Russia." Then he walked away.
"Amanda, please!" Kurt had begun to back up on the couch in her living room.
"Kurt, my parents are a thousand miles away and they're going to be gone all weekend. They'll never know. And besides you promised!" Amanda finished in a dangerous tone.
"I know, bu-" Kurt began.
"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page," said Amanda as she nothing short of pinned Kurt to the cushions and unzipped his pants, "and take that stupid image inducer off!-It's just us."
"Amanda, your parents don't like me and they don't even know ve're still seeing each other!-Von't it be difficult to explain blue hair all over ze living room?" asked Kurt still backing up on the couch.
"I'll just tell them the dog's shedding again."
"You don't have a dog!" insisted Kurt, who was now nearing the edge of the couch.
"What does it matter I'll vacuum before they get back," said Amanda advancing even more.
"But still I'm not sure about zis. I mean I-Whoa!"
THUD!-Kurt fell off the end of the couch.
"Ow," said Kurt propping himself up on his elbows.
"OMG, are you ok?!" Amanda looked over the arm of the couch.
"Ja, I guess," Kurt exhaled rubbing his head.
"Great, then we can keep going," purred Amanda who looked as if she was about to leap off the couch and pounce on Kurt's chest.
"VAIT!" Kurt made one last plea.
"UGH!-What is it now?" Amanda was growing annoyed with Kurt's constant stalling.
"I just don't know if I'm ready. I vant our first time to be special and-"
Amanda gave an exasperated sigh, "You know what Kurt, maybe you should just leave."
"But Amanda, I-"
"Good-bye, Kurt." Amanda rose off the couch, walked to front door and opened it.
Kurt pulled his pants up and strapped on his image inducer, then walked out of the house and onto the stone walkway. He turned around to say a heartfelt good-bye, but-
SLAM!
"Right then, ve'll talk later," Kurt turned and began his walk back to the Institute.
---
"Nhhhhh!" Remy came around slowly. His head was pounding and he was sweating like a pig.
He was laying in a bed in a white room with bright light all around.
"Is dis Heaven?" Remy thought to himself. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the light , although nothing could prepare him for the sight he beheld.
A blue fuzzy blob slowly came into focus-Hank in a lab coat looking at a clipboard through small circular spectacles, which came slightly too far down his nose. And worse yet standing beside him was Wolverine with Rogue nowhere in sight-not good.
"Merde," thought Remy, "dis be Hell!"
"Good evening, Mr. LeBeau, fancy meeting you here again and I see you've brought a little friend to keep you company." said Hank looking up.
"Huh?" Remy looked over to see St. John laying in the bed next to him, just starting to come around.
"Mon Diu, where be Petey?!" Remy started to panic.
"Crickey, you poms let 'im drown?!"
"Easy, Piotr's fine." Hank attempted to calm the boys down, "I'm more worried about the two of you right now. You both had a mild case of hypothermia."
"Ya, well we're fine now, mate," said John pushing the blankets off. He felt a draft then looked down to find himself clad in only a pair of boxers, "Whoa where are me clothes?!"
Remy decided to look down too just to find himself in only boxers, "You hommies be sick!"
"Gentlemen please, calm down," Hank cut in, "I'm going to have to ask you to stay here until you recover."
"Recover?!" the boys looked at each other.
"We're fine, Mate," John insisted.
"Oui, we neva bin bett-ah-ah-AHCHOOO!" luckily Remy was able to grab a tissue off the nightstand before he shared a little too much with the entire room. Unfortunately, he was unable to control his powers and charged the Kleenex.
Now normally this wouldn't have been an issue because Remy could just uncharged the Kleenex, but St. John sneezed right after him. This resulted in an explosion of flames all over the floor.
"Merde!" yelped Remy.
SKNIT!
BAM!
Wolverine punctured the fire extinguisher on the wall only to have it explode due to the pressure inside. It resulted in coating the entire room in a white substance with the same consistency as tapioca pudding.
"Merde, Wolvie, tink befo' you act, non?!" said Gambit wiping off his face.
"Well on the up side a hot shower might be the best thing for the two of you right now," said Hank wiping his white goopy glasses on the interior of his lab coat.
"Must you turn everything into a positive experience?" Wolverine glared at Hank.
Hank chose to ignore that comment and turned his attention back to the boys, "The showers are just down the-"
"Fo' de las' time we don' need showers because we ain't si-" Remy would have finished only another sneeze came on.
Fortunately, John was able to squelch it by diving forward and seizing Remy's nose. Unfortunately, John wound up splattering more white goo into Remy's face, not to mention in his hast to prevent another fire (a first in John's career, I'd like to add) he slipped on the white goop on the floor.
As a result both boys landed in more white stuff on the floor.
"Maybe we will take you up on that showa, Mate," said St. John looking up.
"Good," said Hank, "down the hall to your left.
Logan couldn't help but snicker as the boys slipped and fell again as the attempted to cross the threshold.
Hank turned to Logan once he heard the showers turn on, "And with any luck a hot shower will make them drowsy.
"Preachin' to the choir, Hank," commented Logan who had had all too much experience with a recuperating Remy and now with Pyro in the equation he was half tempted to see if there was any clorophorme (not sure if that's spelled right) in the storeroom.
---
Meanwhile the girls (Rogue and Wanda) had been forbidden to enter the medical lab on pain of death until the boys were out of quarantine. The last thing Hank needed was two more sick mutants on his hands.
Feeling rather dejected the Rogue and Wanda headed back to the BoM's house and Kitty decided to tag along. The boys had gone out to their weekly Mickey-Dee's (McDonald's) and a movie, which left house completely to the girls.
They began by playing video games for a while then headed up stairs to Wanda's room to relax before the boys got back.
Wanda was on the bed flipping through a magazine, Rogue was in a beanbag chair ready The Last Unicorn and Kitty was standing in front of Wanda's bureau playing with her hair when something caught her eye. A small fuzzy box to be exact.
"Hey, Wanda, like what's this?" asked Kitty picking up the box. She opened it, "Like OMG!"
---
Remy and John were once again reclining on the beds in the med lab after their showers and just as Hank predicted they were rather drowsy.
Gambit was laying on his bed with his arms behind his head and his eyes shut-minding his own damn business for once-when he heard something...
scratch...scratch...scratch, scratch, scratchscratchscratch!
Gambit opened his eyes and looked over at Py who was for the time being very engaged in scratching his crotch lock a lotto ticket.
Gambit sighed.
"Homme, Remy know he gone regret askin' dis, but why you doin' dat?"
"Because it's all starin' ta grow back, mate!" exclaimed John in dismay.
"What de growin' back?" asked Remy rather alarmed.
"Me hair from the wax job that crazy Sheila gave me (Girls Night Out ref.)!"
"Remy was right. He does regret askin'- Merde, Remy hate when he be right sometimes," said Gambit closing his eyes again.
Just then Piotr came in.
"Petey, mate you're a live!" said John happily as he continued to scratch.
Piotr shot Py a strange look, produced to necklaces from his pocket then said, "Magneto has sent me to give you these. As long as you where them they will bind your powers so you will not set anything else ablaze."
"Sound like a workable plan," said Remy.
"Ah'm in," said Py.
After they put the necklaces on Remy and Py had to know.
"Hey, Petey, how come you not sick like us?" asked Gambit.
"Ya, you fell in too, you should be sick too." Py nothing short of pouted.
Colossus looked at them like they both had three heads and said simply, "I am from Russia." Then he walked away.