Dandelions: 1000   X-Men: 1

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men characters.  Although I greatly wish I did…

Author's Note: I have to beg for forgiveness before I continue the story.  I am sorry for not writing anything in so long.  My muse left me over the summer and took the story with her but I managed to get it back.  I been rather busy, with everything back up again, so I haven't had much time to write.  I will be rewarding you patience though.  I have a few chapters written due to my extreme boredom during my classes (the same thing that got this story started) so I will be posting all that I have written, hopefully by the end of the month.  Unfortunately this month is really busy for me so this will probably be all your getting until Christmas…unless I get a bunch of reviews which will automatically inspire me and get this story up and finished in no time…hint, hint.  I hope everyone enjoys and that this makes up for the large time gap between postings. Thanks for reading and please review!

~*thoughts*~

Chapter 12

***Outside With Storm, Iceman, and Colossus***

            Storm breathed in the sweet spring air.  She listened to the birds chirping.  Finally, she had been left alone and was no longer bothered with the constant chanting and "heads" being popped off.  Storm hummed to herself while she pulled the yellow weeds.  She found a white puffed dandelion and plucked it from the ground.  Gently she blew all the little parachuted seeds into the wind and watched them glide back to the earth.  She laughed inwardly at the irony of spreading the seeds of what she was now trying to destroy.  Storm was glad to have this task instead of a danger room session.  She turned at an odd sound behind her to see the horrifying vision of Iceman and Colossus running towards her, arms filled with dandelions.

            ~* No.  No more of that stupid RHYME! *~

            "Look Storm!" Iceman had closed the gap and was dropping down his load.  "We found a patch of lawn on the edge that we missed.  Look at them all!"  He smiled from ear to ear quite proud of his discovery.  Storm tried to remain calm and fought to keep her anger from entering her voice.

            "Any why," Storm asked as calmly as she could, "did you bring them back here."

            "We didn't want to leave you out."

            Iceman and Colossus were thrilled with the opportunity to continue their game.  They began to decapitate the flowers repeating the line with each dandelion.

            "Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off.  Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off." 

            "Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off.  Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off." 

            "Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off.  Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off." 

            "Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off.  Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off." 

            "Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off.  Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off." 

            "Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off.  Momma had a baby, and it's head *popped* off." 

            The rhyme continued with no seeming end, drilling itself through Storm's skull and stabbing at her mind ferociously.  Finally she had enough.  Her mind could take no more.  Clouds began to cover the once sunny sky, turning the bright blue to dull dark gray.  Thunder boomed and lightning crashed.  All went unnoticed by the two men happily popping dandelions.  Iceman looked up and finally perceived Storm's anger.

            "Sorry," he said thinking she was angered by him hoarding the dandelions, "Did you want some?"

            The fury that had been building with Storm's usually calm mind broke down her shields and flooded out.  Two tornadoes formed and touched down to the earth.  Spinning fiercely, they proceeded towards the two men.  The towers of air turned yellow as they collected the yellow puffs that had been discarded.  Iceman and Colossus were sucked screaming into the column and tried desperately to escape.  Their efforts were in vain as they were swiftly carried far away.  As the tornadoes retreated to bright sunny day returned with full force.  The spring breeze blew again and no trace of the disturbance had been left.  Satisfied, Storm returned to weeding.

            "There will be no more of that rhyme."