To Err is Human
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Like all great romantics, Shakespeare realized love was a lot more likely to end with a bunch of dead Danish people than with a kiss" ---
L1701E - No offense, Hon', but the more you tell me to read your stories, the less inclined I am do to so, I dislike being pushed into anything. And please don't tell me to put you in my favorite authors list, I only put people I want to put in there, not because I am asked to do so, sorry.
Evan Fan - Well, Sidney's been jostled around a bit now (this is the 8th story in it's series) and she doesn't agree with the Brotherhood's ideals, nor can she hack the X-Men's way of doing things, she prefers the middle ground, hence why she's staying with the Morlocks. Everyone is about the age they are by season 4. What part of the scene didn't you get? I'll be more than happy to help describe my ramblings ;)
SperryDee - Ahh you're thinking of my fic 'Native Soil' where Black Eagle is dead, that isn't part of the Chronicles, so I haven't killed off this one...yet.
---
Chapter 4 - Broken hearts
---
By the time it was aftertoon, Shortpack had settled into the fate of an instructor at the Xavier institute.....and the very likely possibility of losing any form of social life he had....not that he had much of one to begin with.
"So, are you ALWAYS this small...or can you grow?", asked Kurt, giving him another prod...hey, this was the first mutant he'd met that was stranger than him, he couldn't help being curious.
"No, I'm always this small", said Shortpack, edging a little away from the Blue mutant, only to be confronted from the other side by Kitty.
"So, where do you get your clothes?", she asked, "do you have a special tailor, or do you just steal them from doll shops?"
Shortpack blinked.
"Errr......a bit of both?", he tried....what had he let himself in for?
Kitty suddenly grinned.
"That gives me an idea!", she said, "you'll need to stay somewhere, we can get you a little house! I bet there's one in the attic!"
"I bet I could make a better one!", challanged Kurt.
"I really don't think...", tried Shortpack, but was ignored as the teens glared at each other, before heading off in opposite directions, "...never mind"
Storm chuckled, smiling as Jamie tried to scuttle past the kitchen.
"Jamie!", she said happily, "how have you been?"
The youngest member of the household, who'd have normally treated Storm like a second mother, just gave her an embarassed wave, and headed for his room, not saying a word.
"Jamie's voice started changin' while you were away", chuckled Logan in explaination, "after about three days of teasin', he decided not ta speak unless he had to"
"Awww, our Jamie's growing up", said Storm with a grin.
"ShUUt UUUppp", came a weird squeaky sound from the stairs.
It was then Hank plodded into the kitchen from another room, he'd vanished a LONG time ago to take a phone call.
"What's up, Big Blue?", asked Logan, "it wasn't another company suing us....was it?"
Hank plopped down on a chair with a sigh.
"Trish left me", he said, "she said that being seen with a big, hairy blue ape-man gave her a bad public image"
"Awwww, Hank, I'm sorry", said Storm, then sniffled, "oh, I feel so bad for you"
With that, she gave him a hug. Hank squeaked, looking over her shoulder desperately for help, but not a soul stepped forward...suprise, suprise. Luckily, Storm released him from what had been more of a death grip than a hug, smiling.
"You want me to go and bust her open?"
Hank blinked.
"Errr...no", he said, "please don't do that".
"Neh, you were better than her anyway", she said, waving her hand., "so..what're you going to do?"
Hank pondered this.
"I'm going to....drink some of Forge's coffee", he said, pouring some into a cup.
"No, Hank!", squeaked Storm, "why would you want to do that to yourself?"
"...Pardon?", said Forge, blinking.
"Because it hurts alot and I want one moment's peace from this gut- wrenching, heart-tearing agony", said Hank, looking into the cup, "if I get enough of this into my bloodstream, I'm sure my physical pain will override my emotional pain"
".....Does anyone actually SEE me in the room?", said Forge, crossing his arms.
"But you'll end up in the infirmary", protested Logan, "that stuff's leathal"
"What's wrong with my coffee?!!!", shouted Forge.
"It's like tar", said Logan pointedly, "hot, coffee-smelling, TAR"
"But I drink it all the time", said Forge.
"That's because you like to stay up for weeks on end", said Storm, "...and for some reason, you seem immune to it"
"There's nothing wrong with it!", said Forge, sulking.
"Look", said Logan, taking the cup away from Hank, "you don't need coffee, you need ta....get out and have some fun"
"I'd really prefer the coffee idea", said Hank, "that way I can wallow in self-pitty"
"Awwww, but wallowing's no fun", said Storm, then smiled, holding up a finger, "stay"
"Woof woof", said Hank sarcastically as she danced off.
"Woof woof"
"Wow, that was a good one!", commented Shortpack.
"I didn't bark that time", blinked Hank.
Bobby burst in with 'Max' on a lead.
"Look who I took care of!", he said proudly, "I did it SO well, too, see, Forge, see?!!"
'Max' gave a happy yip, bouncing up by Forge happily with a wagging tail.
"Wow, I've never seen Max look so robust and healthy!", said Forge, patting 'Max's' head, "you did a great job, Bobby!".
"Awww, shucks, just doing my job, Forge", said Bobby.
'Max' rolled over for a belly scratch, Forge obliged, before pausing.
"...Bobby?"
"Yup?"
"I can't help but notice the changes this dog has been through", he said, then added, "...particually the fact that Max was a male and is now a female".
Uh oh.
"Oh", said Bobby, giving a nervous laugh, "....I didn't know dogs could do that. Learn something new every day, huh?....I gotta go, bye bye now!!!".
With that, Bobby FLED as fast as his legs could carry him
---
"Oh, come on, Rosey, do it ONCE more!"
Rosemary groaned, rubbing her temples. Ah, yes, THIS was why she always waited for Freddy OUTSIDE of the house. Pietro grinned happily from where they were sitting in the kitchen.
"Pietro, how many times have I told you not to call me 'Rosey'".
"Sorry", said Pietro, then grinned, "pllllease do it again. Last time, I promise"
"It BETTER be the last time", muttered Rosemary, shaking her head.
She cleared her throat, before pulling down one of her bottom eyelids. After that, she poked her eyeball with her index finger, jiggling it around. [1]
"That was SO cool!", squealed Pietro, clapping.
Rosemary shook her head, muttering under her breath about idiots.
"Pietro, stop harassing Rosemary!", came Lance's voice from the living room.
"I'm not!", protested Pietro, "am I Rosey?"
"Get away from me", said Rosemary, crossing her arms.
"I'm sure you don't mean that, Rosey", said Pietro, wriggling his eyebrows at her.
Rosemary blinked before taking a deep breath.
"FREDDY!!"
Pietro went pale, his eyes widening.
"No Freddy, No Freddy!", he squeaked as Freddy walked into the kitchen, narrowing his eyes, "hi, Freddy!"
"You did it again, didn't you, Pietro?", he said.
"I...errr....bye!", said Pietro, making a dash for the door, only to be tripped up as Wanda walked through, sticking out her leg to the side.
"Whoopsie", said Wanda with a sly smirk.
"You're all against me!", whined Pietro as Freddy picked him up by the scruff, heading outside, "oh no, not the tree again, come on, Freddy, have a heart!"
Freddy grinned, tossing Pietro up the tree outside the house, twisting a branch around the Speedster dangled a few feet above the ground.
"You can stay there until ya pay Rosemary some respect", he said, dusting his hands.
Rosemary grinned, taking Fred's arm in hers as they headed out. She turned her head to give Pietro a wave.
"Man, she is evil", he muttered, dangling.
-----
[1] - I had a buddy in college who could do that, it was awesome...gross, but awesome.
And there is another chapter, done and dusted, with Bobby AND Pietro torture, fun! Do review. Until next time...
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Like all great romantics, Shakespeare realized love was a lot more likely to end with a bunch of dead Danish people than with a kiss" ---
L1701E - No offense, Hon', but the more you tell me to read your stories, the less inclined I am do to so, I dislike being pushed into anything. And please don't tell me to put you in my favorite authors list, I only put people I want to put in there, not because I am asked to do so, sorry.
Evan Fan - Well, Sidney's been jostled around a bit now (this is the 8th story in it's series) and she doesn't agree with the Brotherhood's ideals, nor can she hack the X-Men's way of doing things, she prefers the middle ground, hence why she's staying with the Morlocks. Everyone is about the age they are by season 4. What part of the scene didn't you get? I'll be more than happy to help describe my ramblings ;)
SperryDee - Ahh you're thinking of my fic 'Native Soil' where Black Eagle is dead, that isn't part of the Chronicles, so I haven't killed off this one...yet.
---
Chapter 4 - Broken hearts
---
By the time it was aftertoon, Shortpack had settled into the fate of an instructor at the Xavier institute.....and the very likely possibility of losing any form of social life he had....not that he had much of one to begin with.
"So, are you ALWAYS this small...or can you grow?", asked Kurt, giving him another prod...hey, this was the first mutant he'd met that was stranger than him, he couldn't help being curious.
"No, I'm always this small", said Shortpack, edging a little away from the Blue mutant, only to be confronted from the other side by Kitty.
"So, where do you get your clothes?", she asked, "do you have a special tailor, or do you just steal them from doll shops?"
Shortpack blinked.
"Errr......a bit of both?", he tried....what had he let himself in for?
Kitty suddenly grinned.
"That gives me an idea!", she said, "you'll need to stay somewhere, we can get you a little house! I bet there's one in the attic!"
"I bet I could make a better one!", challanged Kurt.
"I really don't think...", tried Shortpack, but was ignored as the teens glared at each other, before heading off in opposite directions, "...never mind"
Storm chuckled, smiling as Jamie tried to scuttle past the kitchen.
"Jamie!", she said happily, "how have you been?"
The youngest member of the household, who'd have normally treated Storm like a second mother, just gave her an embarassed wave, and headed for his room, not saying a word.
"Jamie's voice started changin' while you were away", chuckled Logan in explaination, "after about three days of teasin', he decided not ta speak unless he had to"
"Awww, our Jamie's growing up", said Storm with a grin.
"ShUUt UUUppp", came a weird squeaky sound from the stairs.
It was then Hank plodded into the kitchen from another room, he'd vanished a LONG time ago to take a phone call.
"What's up, Big Blue?", asked Logan, "it wasn't another company suing us....was it?"
Hank plopped down on a chair with a sigh.
"Trish left me", he said, "she said that being seen with a big, hairy blue ape-man gave her a bad public image"
"Awwww, Hank, I'm sorry", said Storm, then sniffled, "oh, I feel so bad for you"
With that, she gave him a hug. Hank squeaked, looking over her shoulder desperately for help, but not a soul stepped forward...suprise, suprise. Luckily, Storm released him from what had been more of a death grip than a hug, smiling.
"You want me to go and bust her open?"
Hank blinked.
"Errr...no", he said, "please don't do that".
"Neh, you were better than her anyway", she said, waving her hand., "so..what're you going to do?"
Hank pondered this.
"I'm going to....drink some of Forge's coffee", he said, pouring some into a cup.
"No, Hank!", squeaked Storm, "why would you want to do that to yourself?"
"...Pardon?", said Forge, blinking.
"Because it hurts alot and I want one moment's peace from this gut- wrenching, heart-tearing agony", said Hank, looking into the cup, "if I get enough of this into my bloodstream, I'm sure my physical pain will override my emotional pain"
".....Does anyone actually SEE me in the room?", said Forge, crossing his arms.
"But you'll end up in the infirmary", protested Logan, "that stuff's leathal"
"What's wrong with my coffee?!!!", shouted Forge.
"It's like tar", said Logan pointedly, "hot, coffee-smelling, TAR"
"But I drink it all the time", said Forge.
"That's because you like to stay up for weeks on end", said Storm, "...and for some reason, you seem immune to it"
"There's nothing wrong with it!", said Forge, sulking.
"Look", said Logan, taking the cup away from Hank, "you don't need coffee, you need ta....get out and have some fun"
"I'd really prefer the coffee idea", said Hank, "that way I can wallow in self-pitty"
"Awwww, but wallowing's no fun", said Storm, then smiled, holding up a finger, "stay"
"Woof woof", said Hank sarcastically as she danced off.
"Woof woof"
"Wow, that was a good one!", commented Shortpack.
"I didn't bark that time", blinked Hank.
Bobby burst in with 'Max' on a lead.
"Look who I took care of!", he said proudly, "I did it SO well, too, see, Forge, see?!!"
'Max' gave a happy yip, bouncing up by Forge happily with a wagging tail.
"Wow, I've never seen Max look so robust and healthy!", said Forge, patting 'Max's' head, "you did a great job, Bobby!".
"Awww, shucks, just doing my job, Forge", said Bobby.
'Max' rolled over for a belly scratch, Forge obliged, before pausing.
"...Bobby?"
"Yup?"
"I can't help but notice the changes this dog has been through", he said, then added, "...particually the fact that Max was a male and is now a female".
Uh oh.
"Oh", said Bobby, giving a nervous laugh, "....I didn't know dogs could do that. Learn something new every day, huh?....I gotta go, bye bye now!!!".
With that, Bobby FLED as fast as his legs could carry him
---
"Oh, come on, Rosey, do it ONCE more!"
Rosemary groaned, rubbing her temples. Ah, yes, THIS was why she always waited for Freddy OUTSIDE of the house. Pietro grinned happily from where they were sitting in the kitchen.
"Pietro, how many times have I told you not to call me 'Rosey'".
"Sorry", said Pietro, then grinned, "pllllease do it again. Last time, I promise"
"It BETTER be the last time", muttered Rosemary, shaking her head.
She cleared her throat, before pulling down one of her bottom eyelids. After that, she poked her eyeball with her index finger, jiggling it around. [1]
"That was SO cool!", squealed Pietro, clapping.
Rosemary shook her head, muttering under her breath about idiots.
"Pietro, stop harassing Rosemary!", came Lance's voice from the living room.
"I'm not!", protested Pietro, "am I Rosey?"
"Get away from me", said Rosemary, crossing her arms.
"I'm sure you don't mean that, Rosey", said Pietro, wriggling his eyebrows at her.
Rosemary blinked before taking a deep breath.
"FREDDY!!"
Pietro went pale, his eyes widening.
"No Freddy, No Freddy!", he squeaked as Freddy walked into the kitchen, narrowing his eyes, "hi, Freddy!"
"You did it again, didn't you, Pietro?", he said.
"I...errr....bye!", said Pietro, making a dash for the door, only to be tripped up as Wanda walked through, sticking out her leg to the side.
"Whoopsie", said Wanda with a sly smirk.
"You're all against me!", whined Pietro as Freddy picked him up by the scruff, heading outside, "oh no, not the tree again, come on, Freddy, have a heart!"
Freddy grinned, tossing Pietro up the tree outside the house, twisting a branch around the Speedster dangled a few feet above the ground.
"You can stay there until ya pay Rosemary some respect", he said, dusting his hands.
Rosemary grinned, taking Fred's arm in hers as they headed out. She turned her head to give Pietro a wave.
"Man, she is evil", he muttered, dangling.
-----
[1] - I had a buddy in college who could do that, it was awesome...gross, but awesome.
And there is another chapter, done and dusted, with Bobby AND Pietro torture, fun! Do review. Until next time...