Here we go, more of Boy's Will Be Boys.
I don't own the X-men.
Chap: Coming home and packets!
Jamie was having the time of his life. For once, everybody was in deep trouble, and not him!! He was free! Free as a bird to torment everyone else as much as he wanted. And boy did he ever.
"Come back here, you evil clown possessed zombie midget!!" Kitty screamed. "Get back here right now!!!"
"Like hell!" The 12 yr old shouted back as he sprinted like mad down the hallway. In one hand was clutched a very-tampered-with holo-watch of Kurt's. "Its not nice to play with other peoples toys when they don't know about it!!" he called out in a sing-song voice.
Kitty was almost livid. "You want nice?! I'll give you nice! How 'bout I make ya a sandwich?! A double stacked knuckle sandwich, you little troll!!"
Jamie jumped the stairs with practiced ease, racing towards the bio-lab. Beast was still in there, the door was still locked, and for some reason, he really hadn't appreciated it when the young Multiple Man had tried to take a picture of him like that. "Mr. McCoy!! Mr. McCoy!! Let me in, she's gonna kill me!!"
"Wha?" Came a sleep blurred voice on the other side of the door.
"Get up!! Get up right now!!" He screamed in panic. Kitty was getting a lot closer now.
"Ah, no, ma, I don' wanna go ta Space Camp, all the other kids call me a' egg-head," the older mutant mumbled. He was perched on the edge of his desk, propped up in a roller chair. He'd been trying to create what men have sought for years.
A hair tonic for bald men that worked. No luck so far, but he was making serious progress.
When awake, that is.
"Beast!! Open this door right now!"
"Mumph," he nuzzled his stapler like a teddy bear. He'd been up for three nights now, no sleep.....
"Aughhh!! Look!! Another bottle of Nair!!"
"WHAT!!!!" Beast flew out of his chair, fully awake and in panic mode. That stuff had burned!
"Open the door!!"
"Oh, right." The door opened with a click, Jamie squeezed in before it had even opened more than six inches and slammed it shut. Kitty was still coming!
"What is going on?" The man asked right before everyone heard a huge BONG!!!
They slowly opened the door, and found Kitty, who'd fallen back and passed out cold on floor.
Jamie was bewildered. "She ran into the door? Why didn't she go through it?"
"Oh, that." Beast blushed modestly. "I've been trying to figure out how to make a material that Ms. Pryde couldn't phase through. Just a test in case something should happen, mind you. I wanted her to test it out, but," he paused as he knelt to take her vitals, "not quite like this."
"Oh," Jamie nodded. "Cool."
Beast looked up with a barely concealed evil genius grin. "I know."
()&(&&%
Jamie had wreaked havoc all over like this. The professor was getting rather tired of it, but Jamie had a convincing argument. "Think of it as part of their punishment," the boy'd said cheerfully. "Sick me on them, and they can't use powers on me back! Perfect grounding material, wouldn't you say?"
Since the Professor was really at a loss as what else he could do, he figured that if nothing else, the students would unite to bring Jamie down. So he'd sent the kid off to make hell with his blessing.
And by god, if it wasn't working. Tabby and Sam had made up to the point of working together to try and find a way to deep fry the boy. The only problem was convincing Ms. Munroe to buy that much cooking oil, and buying a pot big enough to cook him evenly.
Bobby and Jubilee claimed to have a plan involving rubber bands and tacos. In truth, Charles was afraid to ask. Much like the diabolical scheme Amara and Ray had come up with, that required hair wax, harp strings, and a cat. He just mentally thanked god that nothing so far had involved a rodent.
Jean and Scott, however, were still not on speaking terms. They hadn't so much as looked at the other, despite Jamie's best efforts to drive them crazy. It was really more upsetting to jean.
On a lunch break from cleaning the mansion, the girls gathered around one of the few trees still standing in its original place. Jean had burst into tears over the awful look Scott had given her while working on the roof.
Rogue finally couldn't stand it anymore. "just say you're sorry, girl! He's got to forgive you sometime."
"Before or after you two painted his room," the older girl glared. Kitty and Rogue couldn't help their satisfied smiles. Scott had taken one look at the puke-fushia color of his room and tried to blow it up again. His cursing could be heard for more than a mile. All in all, a very satisfying reaction.
"Sorry, hon, but his problem should be with us then, not still with you. Can't you read his mind and find out what's up?"
"That's invading his privacy!"
"That's finding out what bug crawled up his butt and died," Jubilee said practically. "If all else fails, send him a packet."
Everyone turned and looked at her. "A what?" Amara asked.
The California girl looked surprised. "Oh, I guess you haven't heard of this. If you really tick off your man, they say to send him a packet filled with his favorite goodies."
"Like what?" Jean said, interested.
"Well, tickets to a game he likes, movie passes, gift certificates to his fav stores, naughty pictures, stuff like that."
Rhane's eyes were huge. "You mean pictures of the lingere?"
"Yep!"
Everyone turned to look at Jean, who was turning cherry tomato red. She sputtered incoherently for a minute, then, "I agree with Kitty. Somehow, we always end up talking about underwear!"
(%&$
Logan growled in his helmet. Oh all the yahoos to send him after......
Still, he had to admit he was slightly impressed. All but one prisoner had gone down on their knees and thanked whoever that he was taking Kurt and Remy away. You had to be something indeed to make that happen. Then there was that one guy, (they said the name was Minion?), who'd started crying the moment that Remy left his cell.
Both boys were driving the Jeep home, Logan right behind them on his Harley. Going the speed limit, it would have normally taken four hours to get to this little town in New Jersey. Nightcrawler and Gambit had done it in forty five minutes a few nights ago. When Wolverine had asked them what they had to say for themselves, he almost knocked Remy upside the head when the boy had replied that if he could do it all again, he wouldn't have gone so damn slow.
They pulled up to the mansion, everyone still working outside. The moment they were spotted---"Guys!! Guys come quick!! Remy and Kurt are home!!"
Rogue and Kitty paused in their work, then slowly started to walk to the front door. They had to greet their missing men.
(&%
(see Girls Night In for explanation.)
DUN, DUN, DUN!!!
How's that for a comeback!? Sorry its been so long guys, but my house was hit in the storms that came across the Ohio Valley in Indiana. Power's been out for days and the computer's fried. Just got it back and fixed!!! Yay!!!
I don't own the X-men.
Chap: Coming home and packets!
Jamie was having the time of his life. For once, everybody was in deep trouble, and not him!! He was free! Free as a bird to torment everyone else as much as he wanted. And boy did he ever.
"Come back here, you evil clown possessed zombie midget!!" Kitty screamed. "Get back here right now!!!"
"Like hell!" The 12 yr old shouted back as he sprinted like mad down the hallway. In one hand was clutched a very-tampered-with holo-watch of Kurt's. "Its not nice to play with other peoples toys when they don't know about it!!" he called out in a sing-song voice.
Kitty was almost livid. "You want nice?! I'll give you nice! How 'bout I make ya a sandwich?! A double stacked knuckle sandwich, you little troll!!"
Jamie jumped the stairs with practiced ease, racing towards the bio-lab. Beast was still in there, the door was still locked, and for some reason, he really hadn't appreciated it when the young Multiple Man had tried to take a picture of him like that. "Mr. McCoy!! Mr. McCoy!! Let me in, she's gonna kill me!!"
"Wha?" Came a sleep blurred voice on the other side of the door.
"Get up!! Get up right now!!" He screamed in panic. Kitty was getting a lot closer now.
"Ah, no, ma, I don' wanna go ta Space Camp, all the other kids call me a' egg-head," the older mutant mumbled. He was perched on the edge of his desk, propped up in a roller chair. He'd been trying to create what men have sought for years.
A hair tonic for bald men that worked. No luck so far, but he was making serious progress.
When awake, that is.
"Beast!! Open this door right now!"
"Mumph," he nuzzled his stapler like a teddy bear. He'd been up for three nights now, no sleep.....
"Aughhh!! Look!! Another bottle of Nair!!"
"WHAT!!!!" Beast flew out of his chair, fully awake and in panic mode. That stuff had burned!
"Open the door!!"
"Oh, right." The door opened with a click, Jamie squeezed in before it had even opened more than six inches and slammed it shut. Kitty was still coming!
"What is going on?" The man asked right before everyone heard a huge BONG!!!
They slowly opened the door, and found Kitty, who'd fallen back and passed out cold on floor.
Jamie was bewildered. "She ran into the door? Why didn't she go through it?"
"Oh, that." Beast blushed modestly. "I've been trying to figure out how to make a material that Ms. Pryde couldn't phase through. Just a test in case something should happen, mind you. I wanted her to test it out, but," he paused as he knelt to take her vitals, "not quite like this."
"Oh," Jamie nodded. "Cool."
Beast looked up with a barely concealed evil genius grin. "I know."
()&(&&%
Jamie had wreaked havoc all over like this. The professor was getting rather tired of it, but Jamie had a convincing argument. "Think of it as part of their punishment," the boy'd said cheerfully. "Sick me on them, and they can't use powers on me back! Perfect grounding material, wouldn't you say?"
Since the Professor was really at a loss as what else he could do, he figured that if nothing else, the students would unite to bring Jamie down. So he'd sent the kid off to make hell with his blessing.
And by god, if it wasn't working. Tabby and Sam had made up to the point of working together to try and find a way to deep fry the boy. The only problem was convincing Ms. Munroe to buy that much cooking oil, and buying a pot big enough to cook him evenly.
Bobby and Jubilee claimed to have a plan involving rubber bands and tacos. In truth, Charles was afraid to ask. Much like the diabolical scheme Amara and Ray had come up with, that required hair wax, harp strings, and a cat. He just mentally thanked god that nothing so far had involved a rodent.
Jean and Scott, however, were still not on speaking terms. They hadn't so much as looked at the other, despite Jamie's best efforts to drive them crazy. It was really more upsetting to jean.
On a lunch break from cleaning the mansion, the girls gathered around one of the few trees still standing in its original place. Jean had burst into tears over the awful look Scott had given her while working on the roof.
Rogue finally couldn't stand it anymore. "just say you're sorry, girl! He's got to forgive you sometime."
"Before or after you two painted his room," the older girl glared. Kitty and Rogue couldn't help their satisfied smiles. Scott had taken one look at the puke-fushia color of his room and tried to blow it up again. His cursing could be heard for more than a mile. All in all, a very satisfying reaction.
"Sorry, hon, but his problem should be with us then, not still with you. Can't you read his mind and find out what's up?"
"That's invading his privacy!"
"That's finding out what bug crawled up his butt and died," Jubilee said practically. "If all else fails, send him a packet."
Everyone turned and looked at her. "A what?" Amara asked.
The California girl looked surprised. "Oh, I guess you haven't heard of this. If you really tick off your man, they say to send him a packet filled with his favorite goodies."
"Like what?" Jean said, interested.
"Well, tickets to a game he likes, movie passes, gift certificates to his fav stores, naughty pictures, stuff like that."
Rhane's eyes were huge. "You mean pictures of the lingere?"
"Yep!"
Everyone turned to look at Jean, who was turning cherry tomato red. She sputtered incoherently for a minute, then, "I agree with Kitty. Somehow, we always end up talking about underwear!"
(%&$
Logan growled in his helmet. Oh all the yahoos to send him after......
Still, he had to admit he was slightly impressed. All but one prisoner had gone down on their knees and thanked whoever that he was taking Kurt and Remy away. You had to be something indeed to make that happen. Then there was that one guy, (they said the name was Minion?), who'd started crying the moment that Remy left his cell.
Both boys were driving the Jeep home, Logan right behind them on his Harley. Going the speed limit, it would have normally taken four hours to get to this little town in New Jersey. Nightcrawler and Gambit had done it in forty five minutes a few nights ago. When Wolverine had asked them what they had to say for themselves, he almost knocked Remy upside the head when the boy had replied that if he could do it all again, he wouldn't have gone so damn slow.
They pulled up to the mansion, everyone still working outside. The moment they were spotted---"Guys!! Guys come quick!! Remy and Kurt are home!!"
Rogue and Kitty paused in their work, then slowly started to walk to the front door. They had to greet their missing men.
(&%
(see Girls Night In for explanation.)
DUN, DUN, DUN!!!
How's that for a comeback!? Sorry its been so long guys, but my house was hit in the storms that came across the Ohio Valley in Indiana. Power's been out for days and the computer's fried. Just got it back and fixed!!! Yay!!!