To Err is Human
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Love is the most precious of totems. It reveals itself in unexpected ways"
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SperryDee - No fear, there will be some Calisto/Evan in this fic, but not for a while yet, these next few chapters really focus on some of the New Recruits. Oh, how I torture them so. Bwahahahaha
L1701E - No, chucks, I don't hate you at all ;)
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Chapter 5 - Great Loses
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"I don't think this is a good idea, Ororo".
Hank sighed as the Weather Witch dragged him along into the theater.
"Oh come on, Hank", she said, "I got these musical tickets for free on my honeymoon"
"Then why don't you take your husband?", asked Hank, "you must remember him, right?"
"Musicals make Forge nauseous", said Storm with a shrug, "besides, you need a pick-me-up more than he does"
Hank arched a brow.
"Ororo, you left him trying to hunt Bobby Drake down with a kebab skewer for killing the dog he's had since he was a teenager", he said, "....if anyone needs a pick-me-up, it's Forge"
"Well, I can't look after EVERYONE can I?!!", snapped Storm, thunder rumbling in the sky.
Hank gulped. Okay, Storm was obviously not the best person to disagree with right now...if he just allowed her to do whatever she wanted to do, she might leave him alone. Like playing dead near a bear....a big, angry, pregnant bear who could shoot lightenting.
"Yes, Ororo, sorry, Ororo", he said, following her into the theater.
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Sidney had waited until nightfall, before slipping silently out of the Morlock tunnels in a cat form. She'd waited until she got a good deal away from their main tunnel system before morphing into her normal form, heading to the Brotherhood house. When she got there, she discovered Pietro dangling from the tree outside, looking very forlorn.
".....Pie?"
Pietro blinked, looking up.
"SIDNEY!", he said, then grinned, "aww, you gotta help me down from here. My ankle's killing me, be a buddy, please?"
Sidney crossed her arms.
"I'll let you down Pietro", she said, "...just as soon as you tell me why you're up there in the first place"
Pietro gave a nervous laugh, twiddling his thumbs.
"It's a really funny story", he said.
"I'm listening", was her reply.
Pietro groaned.
"I pestered Freddy's hot girlfriend again, and he tied me up here, OKAY?!"
Sidney blinked.
"Freddy has a girlfriend?".
Pietro sighed, twisting around on his branch a bit.
"Yeah, and I'll tell you all about it. IFYOUGETMEDOWNNOW!!"
Sidney gave him a plesant smile, before morphing into a jaguar, climbing up the tree and leaning on the branch, digging her claws into it. CrrrrkSNAP! The branch broke in two, dropping Pietro to the ground with a thud.
"Thank you", he groaned.
"You're welcome", she grinned as she morphed back, landing softly on the ground next to him, "now, you're goning to have to catch me up on all the gossip. You're the closest thing to gossip lady we have in this house"
Pietro laughed, following her before stopping, blining.
"HEY! What are you insinuating?"
"Just get in the house, Maximoff"
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"Hey, Mr Shortpack, guess what!", said Kitty as she walked into the common room, staggering under the weight of a HUGE victorian-style dollhouse, "I found you a house in the attic, it has stairs and everything!"
She paused, getting no response.
".......Mr Shortpack?"
She put the dollhouse down, looking around. Gee, she sure hoped she hadn't stepped on him. She checked the soles of her shoes...nope, she hadn't.
"Mr Shortpack?", she tried again.
It was then she heared a muffled shout. She looked around, seeing Lockheed sitting on the table, a little pair of legs jutting out of his mouth.
"Lockheed, NO!", she shouted, running over to the little dragon, pointing a finger at him, "you drop Mr Shortpack right now, mister. Don't make me get the water spray, 'cause I will! Drop him. Drrroooooop!"
She tapped her foot on the floor, crossing her arms. The dragon looked at her defiantly for a minute, before spitting Shortpack out. Shortpack landed on the table, his head and torso covered in dragon-slober.
"Nehhhh", he said with a nervous laugh, backing away from Lockheed.
"Bad dragon!", Kitty chastised, "very, very BAD DRAGON!"
The little purple dragon blinked at her, before slinking off, giving Shortpack a meaningfull glare as he went.
"I'm sorry, Mr Shortpack", said Kitty with a nervous laugh, "he was only playing, honest!"
"I...I think I'm gonna go....lie down for a bit", said Shortpack, "oh..here will do nicely"
With a little thud, he collapsed on the table.
"Aww come on Forge, you can't stay mad at me forever, I didn't do THAT much damage".
Kitty looked up as Bobby, a kebab skewer glued to the side of his head, trotted after a not-too-happy looking Forge.
"You killed my dog, bought a new one, of a different sex, no less, and tried to pass it off as my dead dog", said Forge.
Bobby paused.
"...Okay, I did alot of damage", he said, "but I didn't MEAN to. I love all living things"
He leaned on the table....unfortunately leaning on Shortpack.
"Owwwww"
Bobby squeaked, pulling back. Forge arched a brow.
"Okay, he doesn't count!", said Bobby, "he's so damn small, how're we supposed to see him?"
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Hank couldn't beleive it. He was in a musical...and he wasn't enjoying himself. Maybe it was because he didn't want to be there in the first place. Maybe it was because of the physcotic pregnant woman keeping him there out of pure fear. Or maybe it was because the current song that was being sung was 'What I Did For Love'. Whatever is was, the Beast was truely miserable...and Murphy's law stated that it could only get worse. And it did.
"Oh no", groaned Hank, after he'd combed his eyes through the audience.
"What now?", said Storm, a little fed up of his whining.
"Trish is here", said Hank, pointing into the audience.
Storm blinked, squinting her eyes.
"Oh, so she is", she said, "who's the hotty?"
Hank blinked.
"Hotty?", he said, craning his neck a bit, "that's her anchorman! Well, she got over me fast!"
He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes, truely wishing he had a power that could be used at far range..and was painfull, very, very painfull.
"If it makes you feel any better", said Storm, "I think she looks fat"
Hank paused.
"Yeah, it does a bit", he said, then sighed, "can I go home now, please? I'd like to go back to plunging myself into a pit of darkness and dispair"
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He sighed, looking at the ground as he walked, kicking up a bit of dust. He knew his granddaughters control over her powers was growing steadily worse and worse...and that she needed help. But that would mean her leaving, and he didn't like the sound of THAT idea one bit. Suddenly, there was the sound of a snapping twig, he stopped dead, spinning around.
"Who's there?", he called out.
The darkness fell back into the silence. He shrugged, walking forward again, before feeling something dull and heavy smack the back of his head...plunging his world into darkness.
Dani sat blot upright in her bed, shuddering from her nightmare. It had seemed SO real. She brushed a hand through her silky black hair before getting up and padding out of her room, heading across the hall to tap on her grandfathers door. She knew it was silly, but she had to be sure...besides, her powers could have gone wacky again and done something to him.
"Namshim?", she called quietly, opening the door when she got no answer, "are you there?"
His room was empty, the bed still freshly made. Dani narrowed her eyes, before running out of the room, pulling on a coat and running out of their home. She dashed across the dusty streets of Dark Hollow, before coming to a deserted road. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell on the crumpled body on the side of the road. Shakily she edged forward, praying to the Great Spirit that this was just another of her bad dreams. She dropped to her knees by the body, her hand tentitively turning the body. She gasped and backpeddaled away as she did so, as the lifeless face of Black Eagle looked back at her.
"NAMSHIM!"
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And the death toll rises to 2! And guess what? I'm gonna bumping off more characters in this fic, oh yes ;) Do review. Until next time...
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Love is the most precious of totems. It reveals itself in unexpected ways"
----
SperryDee - No fear, there will be some Calisto/Evan in this fic, but not for a while yet, these next few chapters really focus on some of the New Recruits. Oh, how I torture them so. Bwahahahaha
L1701E - No, chucks, I don't hate you at all ;)
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Chapter 5 - Great Loses
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"I don't think this is a good idea, Ororo".
Hank sighed as the Weather Witch dragged him along into the theater.
"Oh come on, Hank", she said, "I got these musical tickets for free on my honeymoon"
"Then why don't you take your husband?", asked Hank, "you must remember him, right?"
"Musicals make Forge nauseous", said Storm with a shrug, "besides, you need a pick-me-up more than he does"
Hank arched a brow.
"Ororo, you left him trying to hunt Bobby Drake down with a kebab skewer for killing the dog he's had since he was a teenager", he said, "....if anyone needs a pick-me-up, it's Forge"
"Well, I can't look after EVERYONE can I?!!", snapped Storm, thunder rumbling in the sky.
Hank gulped. Okay, Storm was obviously not the best person to disagree with right now...if he just allowed her to do whatever she wanted to do, she might leave him alone. Like playing dead near a bear....a big, angry, pregnant bear who could shoot lightenting.
"Yes, Ororo, sorry, Ororo", he said, following her into the theater.
-----
Sidney had waited until nightfall, before slipping silently out of the Morlock tunnels in a cat form. She'd waited until she got a good deal away from their main tunnel system before morphing into her normal form, heading to the Brotherhood house. When she got there, she discovered Pietro dangling from the tree outside, looking very forlorn.
".....Pie?"
Pietro blinked, looking up.
"SIDNEY!", he said, then grinned, "aww, you gotta help me down from here. My ankle's killing me, be a buddy, please?"
Sidney crossed her arms.
"I'll let you down Pietro", she said, "...just as soon as you tell me why you're up there in the first place"
Pietro gave a nervous laugh, twiddling his thumbs.
"It's a really funny story", he said.
"I'm listening", was her reply.
Pietro groaned.
"I pestered Freddy's hot girlfriend again, and he tied me up here, OKAY?!"
Sidney blinked.
"Freddy has a girlfriend?".
Pietro sighed, twisting around on his branch a bit.
"Yeah, and I'll tell you all about it. IFYOUGETMEDOWNNOW!!"
Sidney gave him a plesant smile, before morphing into a jaguar, climbing up the tree and leaning on the branch, digging her claws into it. CrrrrkSNAP! The branch broke in two, dropping Pietro to the ground with a thud.
"Thank you", he groaned.
"You're welcome", she grinned as she morphed back, landing softly on the ground next to him, "now, you're goning to have to catch me up on all the gossip. You're the closest thing to gossip lady we have in this house"
Pietro laughed, following her before stopping, blining.
"HEY! What are you insinuating?"
"Just get in the house, Maximoff"
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"Hey, Mr Shortpack, guess what!", said Kitty as she walked into the common room, staggering under the weight of a HUGE victorian-style dollhouse, "I found you a house in the attic, it has stairs and everything!"
She paused, getting no response.
".......Mr Shortpack?"
She put the dollhouse down, looking around. Gee, she sure hoped she hadn't stepped on him. She checked the soles of her shoes...nope, she hadn't.
"Mr Shortpack?", she tried again.
It was then she heared a muffled shout. She looked around, seeing Lockheed sitting on the table, a little pair of legs jutting out of his mouth.
"Lockheed, NO!", she shouted, running over to the little dragon, pointing a finger at him, "you drop Mr Shortpack right now, mister. Don't make me get the water spray, 'cause I will! Drop him. Drrroooooop!"
She tapped her foot on the floor, crossing her arms. The dragon looked at her defiantly for a minute, before spitting Shortpack out. Shortpack landed on the table, his head and torso covered in dragon-slober.
"Nehhhh", he said with a nervous laugh, backing away from Lockheed.
"Bad dragon!", Kitty chastised, "very, very BAD DRAGON!"
The little purple dragon blinked at her, before slinking off, giving Shortpack a meaningfull glare as he went.
"I'm sorry, Mr Shortpack", said Kitty with a nervous laugh, "he was only playing, honest!"
"I...I think I'm gonna go....lie down for a bit", said Shortpack, "oh..here will do nicely"
With a little thud, he collapsed on the table.
"Aww come on Forge, you can't stay mad at me forever, I didn't do THAT much damage".
Kitty looked up as Bobby, a kebab skewer glued to the side of his head, trotted after a not-too-happy looking Forge.
"You killed my dog, bought a new one, of a different sex, no less, and tried to pass it off as my dead dog", said Forge.
Bobby paused.
"...Okay, I did alot of damage", he said, "but I didn't MEAN to. I love all living things"
He leaned on the table....unfortunately leaning on Shortpack.
"Owwwww"
Bobby squeaked, pulling back. Forge arched a brow.
"Okay, he doesn't count!", said Bobby, "he's so damn small, how're we supposed to see him?"
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Hank couldn't beleive it. He was in a musical...and he wasn't enjoying himself. Maybe it was because he didn't want to be there in the first place. Maybe it was because of the physcotic pregnant woman keeping him there out of pure fear. Or maybe it was because the current song that was being sung was 'What I Did For Love'. Whatever is was, the Beast was truely miserable...and Murphy's law stated that it could only get worse. And it did.
"Oh no", groaned Hank, after he'd combed his eyes through the audience.
"What now?", said Storm, a little fed up of his whining.
"Trish is here", said Hank, pointing into the audience.
Storm blinked, squinting her eyes.
"Oh, so she is", she said, "who's the hotty?"
Hank blinked.
"Hotty?", he said, craning his neck a bit, "that's her anchorman! Well, she got over me fast!"
He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes, truely wishing he had a power that could be used at far range..and was painfull, very, very painfull.
"If it makes you feel any better", said Storm, "I think she looks fat"
Hank paused.
"Yeah, it does a bit", he said, then sighed, "can I go home now, please? I'd like to go back to plunging myself into a pit of darkness and dispair"
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He sighed, looking at the ground as he walked, kicking up a bit of dust. He knew his granddaughters control over her powers was growing steadily worse and worse...and that she needed help. But that would mean her leaving, and he didn't like the sound of THAT idea one bit. Suddenly, there was the sound of a snapping twig, he stopped dead, spinning around.
"Who's there?", he called out.
The darkness fell back into the silence. He shrugged, walking forward again, before feeling something dull and heavy smack the back of his head...plunging his world into darkness.
Dani sat blot upright in her bed, shuddering from her nightmare. It had seemed SO real. She brushed a hand through her silky black hair before getting up and padding out of her room, heading across the hall to tap on her grandfathers door. She knew it was silly, but she had to be sure...besides, her powers could have gone wacky again and done something to him.
"Namshim?", she called quietly, opening the door when she got no answer, "are you there?"
His room was empty, the bed still freshly made. Dani narrowed her eyes, before running out of the room, pulling on a coat and running out of their home. She dashed across the dusty streets of Dark Hollow, before coming to a deserted road. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell on the crumpled body on the side of the road. Shakily she edged forward, praying to the Great Spirit that this was just another of her bad dreams. She dropped to her knees by the body, her hand tentitively turning the body. She gasped and backpeddaled away as she did so, as the lifeless face of Black Eagle looked back at her.
"NAMSHIM!"
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And the death toll rises to 2! And guess what? I'm gonna bumping off more characters in this fic, oh yes ;) Do review. Until next time...