Argh!! I just found out yesterday that there was a problem on my computer
hardrive and IT CORRUPTED EVERY FILE ON MY COMPUTER!!! I have spent 3 YEARS
collecting X-men stuff in files, and THEY'RE ALL GONE!! Not to mention the
next chapter I had written for this fic!!! ARGH! I hope I remember what I
put in this...
Sorry for the delay, then.
BTW- I had A LOT of reviews about how Nightcrawler should just port them out. Don't worry- I wasn't choosing to ignore that. It will be explained in this chapter. Thanks for noticing, though! ;)
On With The Fic!!
Dawn led Kurt down the North hallway. He had stopped muttering, which Dawn had considered to be a good thing. However, she found the silence unnerving.
"Alright, Kurt, what kind of candy do you want?" she asked, looking expectantly at her friend, who was staring intently at a crack in the ceiling.
'No matter.' She thought. 'When in doubt, cover all of your options!' Dawn glanced down the hallway to make sure that no one was watching (Scott and Jean would hardly approve), before she put her finger up to the coin slot and gave the vending machine a powerful jolt, allowing it to release all of it's candy into the retrieval bin.
She smiled at the fruits of her labour, and she lay them all down on the floor, pulling Kurt down next to her and resting herself against the wall.
She watched as Kurt carefully inspected the sugar-filled sweets in front of him, obviously plagued with the difficult decision of what to eat first. He finally decided on a box of Smarties, and glared at Dawn when she tried to reach for a Caramilk. The young mutant rethought her decision and picked out a Mars bar instead.
The two sat in silence, when a sudden though occurred to Dawn. She looked at Kurt, eyes hopeful.
"You can 'port us out of here!!" she cried, grabbing her friend by the shoulders.
Kurt shook his head. "That vas my original idea. Then I realized that Miss Knoll is here somewhere, too. She'd vonder how I got out."
Dawn's shoulders slumped as she realised that Mrs. Pound was here too. So much for that idea.
"I'm just glad that you're normal again. You were really creeping me out." Dawn said slowly, with a sideways glance at Kurt who was seeing how many Oh Henry bars he could fit in his mouth.
He swallowed, and gave Dawn a toothy grin. "I guess I just needed sugar. 'All of life's problems can be fixed with chocolate.' Someone famous said that. I don't know who, but I believe it."
The two continued to pig out in silence, in hopes that no one would come along that they'd have to share with.
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Rogue was about three seconds away from ripping Remy's self-centred head off!! For the last ten minutes, she had been subjected to his endless ramblings and double entendres. The worst part was that he seemed to enjoy the fact that he was bugging her.
Finally, Rogue decided she had had enough. "Listen, hotshot!" she yelled. "There's a time in everybody's life when they need to shut up. We reached that time for you two hours ago."
Remy smirked. "I thought you were enjoyin' my company, chere." Rogue gave him a disgusted look, and was about to reply when a loud clanking noise was heard behind them.
The two whipped around, ready to face any foe who dared to interrupt their argument. Remy pulled out a playing card from his sleeve and held it like it was a grenade. When it was clear that there was no present danger, Rogue relaxed her stance and gave Remy a look of sheer superiority.
"What were yeh goin' te' do? Cheat 'em te' death?" she smirked, glancing at the card in his hand. The Cajun seemed to realise at that moment what he had done, and sheepishly put the card back up his sleeve.
"What about you, chere?" he remarked, with a glance at her now ungloved hand. "You gonna scare 'em wit' your bad manicure?"
At that moment, Mrs. Pound wandered into the hallway from an empty class.
"I heard voices! I knew you couldn't have gotten out." She squealed, obviously overjoyed that she wasn't the only one here.
"Don't worry," She said, walking towards the two teens and grabbing them both by the elbows. "The school board has specific rules for this kind of situation. We can set up camp in the gym and wait out the storm. The good news is that the cafeteria ladies might have had some leftover meatloaf that we can eat."
Rogue and Remy exchanged a disgusted look at the thought of leftover meatloaf, but had no choice but to follow the teacher towards the cafeteria.
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It had been about ten minutes since they had split up and Jean was beginning to get bored. Not only had they not encountered another living sole, but Scott had decided that all talk should be avoided, lest their voices cover up the sound of an approaching person.
Jean stifled a yawn as they checked another empty classroom. Finally, she decided that she'd had enough.
"Scott?" The red-haired psychic ventured, with a glance at her bespectacled beau. "I don't think we're going to find anyone else."
Scott looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Jean!" he admonished with a slight shake of his head, "We can't assume that! Remember your training; never underestimate the severity of a situation!"
Sensing the onset of one of Scott's infamous Comander-to-Troops lectures, Jean tried a different approach.
"Well, the others are all looking for people; they'll find anyone we miss. Besides, how often do we get time alone like this? Any other guy would be trying to take advantage of it." She said casually, not looking him in the eyes.
Scott sighed. Although he and Jean had not officially announced themselves as a couple, the two had been seeing each other discreetly; a chore that was proving more and more difficult in a house full of gossiping mutants. He was pretty sure that some of them had guessed it, but Jean still insisted on secrecy.
"I'm sorry Jean. I'm still new at this boyfriend thing. I'm never sure what exactly I'm supposed to do."
Jean smiled coyly at him, leaning forward. "Well, that's what I'm here for," she said, lifting her head up to his, and closing her eyes-
"Oh! Thank goodness!" Miss Knoll cried, bursting in on the couple; breaking them apart. "I've been looking all over for other people. You really shouldn't be in this classroom all alone," she said briskly, signalling for them to follow her. "Come on, we should head downstairs and find something to eat."
The two mutants followed reluctantly, Jean thinking of all of the possible ways to painfully harm Miss Knoll............
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Well, I hope that met expectations! Sorry again about the EXCESSIVE lack of updates. From now on, I'm writing ALL of the chapters in my stories BEFORE I post anything. @_@
Thanks for all of the positive feedback!
BTW- I know it's hard to believe from that whole chocolate bar thing, but I'm NOT being endorsed!! Lol! I was SOO hungry when I wrote that. PLEASE DON'T SUE!! ;)
JaNe!
March 21, 2004
Sorry for the delay, then.
BTW- I had A LOT of reviews about how Nightcrawler should just port them out. Don't worry- I wasn't choosing to ignore that. It will be explained in this chapter. Thanks for noticing, though! ;)
On With The Fic!!
Dawn led Kurt down the North hallway. He had stopped muttering, which Dawn had considered to be a good thing. However, she found the silence unnerving.
"Alright, Kurt, what kind of candy do you want?" she asked, looking expectantly at her friend, who was staring intently at a crack in the ceiling.
'No matter.' She thought. 'When in doubt, cover all of your options!' Dawn glanced down the hallway to make sure that no one was watching (Scott and Jean would hardly approve), before she put her finger up to the coin slot and gave the vending machine a powerful jolt, allowing it to release all of it's candy into the retrieval bin.
She smiled at the fruits of her labour, and she lay them all down on the floor, pulling Kurt down next to her and resting herself against the wall.
She watched as Kurt carefully inspected the sugar-filled sweets in front of him, obviously plagued with the difficult decision of what to eat first. He finally decided on a box of Smarties, and glared at Dawn when she tried to reach for a Caramilk. The young mutant rethought her decision and picked out a Mars bar instead.
The two sat in silence, when a sudden though occurred to Dawn. She looked at Kurt, eyes hopeful.
"You can 'port us out of here!!" she cried, grabbing her friend by the shoulders.
Kurt shook his head. "That vas my original idea. Then I realized that Miss Knoll is here somewhere, too. She'd vonder how I got out."
Dawn's shoulders slumped as she realised that Mrs. Pound was here too. So much for that idea.
"I'm just glad that you're normal again. You were really creeping me out." Dawn said slowly, with a sideways glance at Kurt who was seeing how many Oh Henry bars he could fit in his mouth.
He swallowed, and gave Dawn a toothy grin. "I guess I just needed sugar. 'All of life's problems can be fixed with chocolate.' Someone famous said that. I don't know who, but I believe it."
The two continued to pig out in silence, in hopes that no one would come along that they'd have to share with.
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Rogue was about three seconds away from ripping Remy's self-centred head off!! For the last ten minutes, she had been subjected to his endless ramblings and double entendres. The worst part was that he seemed to enjoy the fact that he was bugging her.
Finally, Rogue decided she had had enough. "Listen, hotshot!" she yelled. "There's a time in everybody's life when they need to shut up. We reached that time for you two hours ago."
Remy smirked. "I thought you were enjoyin' my company, chere." Rogue gave him a disgusted look, and was about to reply when a loud clanking noise was heard behind them.
The two whipped around, ready to face any foe who dared to interrupt their argument. Remy pulled out a playing card from his sleeve and held it like it was a grenade. When it was clear that there was no present danger, Rogue relaxed her stance and gave Remy a look of sheer superiority.
"What were yeh goin' te' do? Cheat 'em te' death?" she smirked, glancing at the card in his hand. The Cajun seemed to realise at that moment what he had done, and sheepishly put the card back up his sleeve.
"What about you, chere?" he remarked, with a glance at her now ungloved hand. "You gonna scare 'em wit' your bad manicure?"
At that moment, Mrs. Pound wandered into the hallway from an empty class.
"I heard voices! I knew you couldn't have gotten out." She squealed, obviously overjoyed that she wasn't the only one here.
"Don't worry," She said, walking towards the two teens and grabbing them both by the elbows. "The school board has specific rules for this kind of situation. We can set up camp in the gym and wait out the storm. The good news is that the cafeteria ladies might have had some leftover meatloaf that we can eat."
Rogue and Remy exchanged a disgusted look at the thought of leftover meatloaf, but had no choice but to follow the teacher towards the cafeteria.
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It had been about ten minutes since they had split up and Jean was beginning to get bored. Not only had they not encountered another living sole, but Scott had decided that all talk should be avoided, lest their voices cover up the sound of an approaching person.
Jean stifled a yawn as they checked another empty classroom. Finally, she decided that she'd had enough.
"Scott?" The red-haired psychic ventured, with a glance at her bespectacled beau. "I don't think we're going to find anyone else."
Scott looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Jean!" he admonished with a slight shake of his head, "We can't assume that! Remember your training; never underestimate the severity of a situation!"
Sensing the onset of one of Scott's infamous Comander-to-Troops lectures, Jean tried a different approach.
"Well, the others are all looking for people; they'll find anyone we miss. Besides, how often do we get time alone like this? Any other guy would be trying to take advantage of it." She said casually, not looking him in the eyes.
Scott sighed. Although he and Jean had not officially announced themselves as a couple, the two had been seeing each other discreetly; a chore that was proving more and more difficult in a house full of gossiping mutants. He was pretty sure that some of them had guessed it, but Jean still insisted on secrecy.
"I'm sorry Jean. I'm still new at this boyfriend thing. I'm never sure what exactly I'm supposed to do."
Jean smiled coyly at him, leaning forward. "Well, that's what I'm here for," she said, lifting her head up to his, and closing her eyes-
"Oh! Thank goodness!" Miss Knoll cried, bursting in on the couple; breaking them apart. "I've been looking all over for other people. You really shouldn't be in this classroom all alone," she said briskly, signalling for them to follow her. "Come on, we should head downstairs and find something to eat."
The two mutants followed reluctantly, Jean thinking of all of the possible ways to painfully harm Miss Knoll............
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Well, I hope that met expectations! Sorry again about the EXCESSIVE lack of updates. From now on, I'm writing ALL of the chapters in my stories BEFORE I post anything. @_@
Thanks for all of the positive feedback!
BTW- I know it's hard to believe from that whole chocolate bar thing, but I'm NOT being endorsed!! Lol! I was SOO hungry when I wrote that. PLEASE DON'T SUE!! ;)
JaNe!
March 21, 2004