To Err is Human
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "I'm a firm believer that sometimes it's right to do the wrong thing".
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I saw the final episode of Justice League today, it made me sad hugs hot Flash with his lovely red hair. It'll be a loooong time before we see JLU over her, darn UK TV.
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Chapter 14 - Outcast
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A week had passed, and Logan had decided to engage himself in a much-loved activity...training the rookies in the Danger Room. He'd gleefully tossed Danielle, Lizzie, and, because she was out of practise, Rahne into a simulation. Their objective: To collect three golden orbs from three sides of the Danger Room, fighting off any, well, dangers that treatened them.
"Come on girls, you can do better than this, Wolfsbane, you can't have forgotten ALL of yer trainin'"
Rahne, in her wolf form gave a wolfish grumble. She doged past a few lazer blasts, grabbing the orb in her mouth, and trotting to the 'goal' in the middle of the room. Dani, despite her powers having no effect on the holograms of the room, was also doing pretty well for herself. She vaulted herself over a swinging mace with ease, running towards her orb. Lizzie, now grown to almost half the height of the Danger Room, had already grabbed her orb, and was heading back to her goal.
"Always expect surpises", said Logan with a chuckle, pressing a button in the control room.
From the ceiling, a series of whirring blades appeared, starting down towards the trio. Lizzie, being closer to them, squeaked in suprise, increasing her strength and grabbing the arm of the blade closest to her, ripping it out of the ceiling and tossing it aside, carrying back to her goal. Unfortunately, she hadn't been looking where she was tossing, and the blade headed off towards Danielle. Rahne noticed this, shifting to her transitional form, leaping over.
"Mirage, down!", she growled, kocking her to the floor and out of the way.
There was the sound of a loud buzzing as the simulation shut down, Logan coming to ground level. Lizzie powered down, leaning on the goal, where her orb was.
"Well, that was easy", she commented.
Logan gave a growl.
"You lose, Amazon", he said gruffly. [1]
"What?!", said Lizzie, "a'h did what you asked. A'h got this stupid little ball thing into the goal".
"An' you almost endangered a team mates life in the process", said Logan, jutting a thumb to where Rahne was helping Dani up.
"A'h wasn't aware that their safety was ma'h concern", replied the Southerner, crossing her arms, "you didn't say anythin' about watchin' their backs"
"That's SUPPOSED to be common knowledge", said Logan, "you ALWAYS look out for your team, no matter what the mission is, am I clear?".
"Fine, whatever", muttered Lizzie.
"Heck, Cannonball never had toruble understandin' that concept", said Logan, "in fact, he's always keeping an eye out on the rest of the team"
Lizzie frowned.
"Well, a'hm NOT ma'h brother", she snapped, "and a'h wish you'd stop comparing me to him"
With that, the moody teen stomped out of the Danger Room.
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In the Common Room, Bobby had been watching Amanda (who was waiting patiently for Kurt) carefully. Actually, he had been watching her for a week. He gave a cough, causing her to look at him.
".....Are you okay?", she asked arching a brow.
Well, she'd asked him now, He couldn't hold it in anymore.
"What I say might shock and hurt you", said Bobby, "but...I think you deserve to know"
Amanda blinked slowly.
"Okay"
Bobby took a deep breath.
"Amy, Kurt's cheating on you with a chick called Amanda"
Amanda resisted the urge to scream.
"I. Am. Amanda", she said, very, very slowly.
Bobby sighed, patting her head.
"Oh, it's okay to be in denial, you obviously care for Kurt alot", he said, "I can beat him up for you".
BAMF
Kurt entered the room as if on cue. Amanda quickly clung to his arm as if her life depended on it.
"Kurt, Honey, can we leave now? Please?", she said, "somewhere away from your odd little friend?"
Kurt blinked, well, actually, he'd planned on getting something to eat, but as seen as his girlfriend was cutting off the circulation to his arm..he decided it might be best to respect her wishes.
"Yes, Amanda", he said with a sigh.
BAMF
Bobby blinked, waving the cloud of brimstone away.
"Oh boy, he's even mixing up their names", he said, shaking his head, "low down dirty..."
He trailed off as Lizzie stormed into the room, now changed and still obviously VERY mad from her first training session. She sat down on the couch, putting her booted feet on the coffee table, starting to put her ear, nose, lip, eyebrow and navel studs and/or rings in.
"Hi, Lizzie", said Bobby, giving his most suave grin, he'd made it no secret he had a soft spot for the female Guthrie sibling...except of course when her older brother was around...mainly because 'overprotective Sam' scared the hell out of him.
Lizzie gave a grunt as a reply. It was obvious to everyone (except, apparently, Bobby) that she thought Bobby resembled something that had crawled out of a gutter and died.
"So", said Bobby, watching transfixed as she put her navel ring in, "I heard some things about navel rings..."
Lizzie didn't look up from her work.
"Don't talk about my navel" [2]
"Oh", said Bobby, twiddling his thumbs, "okay"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, dusting her hands as she put her last stud in. Okay, Iceman, cool and suave, cool and suave. Bobby cleared his throat.
"Lizzie, I was wondering", he said, giving her his best smile, "would you like to...oh, I don't know, see a movie or something?"
Lizzie finally turned her head to look at him, blinking slowly, looking at him as if her were an insect.
"A movie?", she said, before giving a snort, "how...Mr Goodie"
"...Is that a yes?", asked Bobby hopefully.
Lizzie arched a bow, before pushing Bobby back against the couch, making him give a squeak, her face inches from his.
"Sorry, Bobby", she said with an evil smirk, trailing a finger along his jawline, "but you're just not....man enough for me. I pefer my guys to walk on the wildside".
She stood up, rolling her eyes at him before walking off, a sway to her hip. Bobby blinked, sitting up, his hair out of place.
"Nehhh?", he said, before clearing his throat, looking in the direction she'd left, "but....I've joyrided in most of the mansions vehicles!"
Lizzie shook her head, chuckling to herself, before walking into her room mate, who had her arms crossed.
"Ye shouldn't be so mean tae him", chastized Rahne, "he really likes ye, ye know"
"Who said it was YOUR buisness?", said Lizzie, curling a lip, "go hang out with someone that actually wants you around. Like my weirdo brother"
"Sam isnae a wierdo", said Rahne, growling slightly, "if ye took the time to get to know him, ye'd see he was sweet an'.."
"And good an' wholesome", Lizzie mocked, "newsflash, Wolfie, I grew up with him. I know exactly what he's like, and I won't get along with him, not now, not ever"
"Then ye missin' out", said Rahne, softly, watching Lizzie head off upstairs.
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When night fell, Lizzie got up from where she'd been pretending to sleep. She grabbed her bag, stuffing some things into it, before walking over to the window, she pulled herself out of it, before changing her size, so she dropped onto the ground without harming herself. Unknown to her...she had company that night. Rahne had been listening with her eyes closed, before getting out of bed, padding to the window. She changed herself into her half-form, where she had the best of both worlds, the lupine senses and human thought. She leapt out of the window, landing on her feet with ease, before stalking quietly after Lizzie. She knew Sam was worried about his sister, and she'd been noticing Lizzie's requent 'escapes' often now. Curiosity and concern had got the better of her, so she carried on following, her natural instincts keeping her at a distance where she wouldn't be noticed. She could only stay in her half-form for so long, though. They were nearing the town, and she certainally didn't want to bring attention to herself. She closed her eyes, allowing the full transformation to take place, emersing her mind into the mind of the wolf.
She sniffed the air, before following after the scent trail. She didn't take long to find where it lead, the stray member of the pack had wandered into a building, full of loud noises and nasty smells. The wolf gave a grumbling growl, lying down in the park across the street, resting her head in her paws, watching. The place neither smelt nor felt good...there was something dark about it she didn't like. There was no way she was going near that place, no, she would wait for the pack member outside.
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She wasn't all that wrong about the place, and inside was even nastier...but that's how Lizzie liked it. She smirked as she walked through the newly made nightclub...built by and for people like herself. She made herself grow in size, so her head touched the ceiling, looning over the bar- keeping.
"You're not gonnna give me any trouble over orderin' a drink now, are you?", she smirked.
The bar-keeper had seen the news, he knew EXACTLY what mutants were capable of. He nodded mutely, taking her order and handing it to her. Lizzie smiled sweetly, deposited her money on the bar, then shrunk back to her normal size, moving off to a dark corner to enjoy her drink. She was not granted peace for long. A group of boys her own age dressed in leather and dog collars walked in, two of them zeroing on her, smiling.
"Hey, blondie", said one, "want to dance?"
"No, thank you", said Lizzie, frowning, "a'h don't dance with people that smell like you".
The guy wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, moving closer to her, grabbing her wrist, causing her dirnk to spill.
"Come on, Toots, it'll be fun"
"A'h said NO!"
Lizzie suddenly grew, and carried on doing so until her head almost touched the ceiling, her arms muscling out. The two guys were quick to back off.
"Let's get outta here!"
"She's a mutie!"
Lizzie smirked as they turned tail and ran. Her smile fell, though, as she heard a slow clapping in the crowd. A shaggy blonde haired teen walked through from the crowd, attired much like herself, a smirk on his face. Lizzie tensed up, ready for a fight as he stopped in front of her.
"Well done", he said in a strong Scottish accent, "those idiots had it coming tae them, Elizabeth"
"Yeah, well..", started Lizzie, then paused, "how do you know ma'h name?"
Lucas smirked.
"I'm a telepath", he said, "a fellow mutant, like yeself"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, deciding he was of no threat, powering down.
"Good for you"she said sarcastically, walking past him, "well, good-bye Mr Telepath"
"Wait!", said Lucas, "I think we could have alot tae talk about"
"Ah doubt that", said Lizzie dryly as she carried on walking.
Lucas wasn't about to let her go THAT easily. He'd been keeping an eye on the rebelious Guthrie since he'd arrived in Bayville, and he knew what he saw in her.
"You an' me", he continued, "we've got alot in common. We both have tae live in the shadow of a family member, even if all we want is tae be seen as our own person"
Lizzie paused, glancing over her shoulder.
"A'hm listening"
Lucas's smile returned.
"Let me buy ye a drink"
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[1] - Though she has no code-name in the normal Marvel universe, this is Lizzie's code-name in AOA.
[2] - This is a quote made by Grace from 'Joan of Arcadia', the character I liken Lizzie most too. Love that show, oh yes.
Boo-yah! Lucas! Since watching 'Sins of the Son', I have decided he's a very cool charcter and wanted ot toss him into the Chronicles as soon as possible. I assure you, you'll be seeing more of Mr Haller. Do review. Until next time...
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "I'm a firm believer that sometimes it's right to do the wrong thing".
---
I saw the final episode of Justice League today, it made me sad hugs hot Flash with his lovely red hair. It'll be a loooong time before we see JLU over her, darn UK TV.
--
Chapter 14 - Outcast
---
A week had passed, and Logan had decided to engage himself in a much-loved activity...training the rookies in the Danger Room. He'd gleefully tossed Danielle, Lizzie, and, because she was out of practise, Rahne into a simulation. Their objective: To collect three golden orbs from three sides of the Danger Room, fighting off any, well, dangers that treatened them.
"Come on girls, you can do better than this, Wolfsbane, you can't have forgotten ALL of yer trainin'"
Rahne, in her wolf form gave a wolfish grumble. She doged past a few lazer blasts, grabbing the orb in her mouth, and trotting to the 'goal' in the middle of the room. Dani, despite her powers having no effect on the holograms of the room, was also doing pretty well for herself. She vaulted herself over a swinging mace with ease, running towards her orb. Lizzie, now grown to almost half the height of the Danger Room, had already grabbed her orb, and was heading back to her goal.
"Always expect surpises", said Logan with a chuckle, pressing a button in the control room.
From the ceiling, a series of whirring blades appeared, starting down towards the trio. Lizzie, being closer to them, squeaked in suprise, increasing her strength and grabbing the arm of the blade closest to her, ripping it out of the ceiling and tossing it aside, carrying back to her goal. Unfortunately, she hadn't been looking where she was tossing, and the blade headed off towards Danielle. Rahne noticed this, shifting to her transitional form, leaping over.
"Mirage, down!", she growled, kocking her to the floor and out of the way.
There was the sound of a loud buzzing as the simulation shut down, Logan coming to ground level. Lizzie powered down, leaning on the goal, where her orb was.
"Well, that was easy", she commented.
Logan gave a growl.
"You lose, Amazon", he said gruffly. [1]
"What?!", said Lizzie, "a'h did what you asked. A'h got this stupid little ball thing into the goal".
"An' you almost endangered a team mates life in the process", said Logan, jutting a thumb to where Rahne was helping Dani up.
"A'h wasn't aware that their safety was ma'h concern", replied the Southerner, crossing her arms, "you didn't say anythin' about watchin' their backs"
"That's SUPPOSED to be common knowledge", said Logan, "you ALWAYS look out for your team, no matter what the mission is, am I clear?".
"Fine, whatever", muttered Lizzie.
"Heck, Cannonball never had toruble understandin' that concept", said Logan, "in fact, he's always keeping an eye out on the rest of the team"
Lizzie frowned.
"Well, a'hm NOT ma'h brother", she snapped, "and a'h wish you'd stop comparing me to him"
With that, the moody teen stomped out of the Danger Room.
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In the Common Room, Bobby had been watching Amanda (who was waiting patiently for Kurt) carefully. Actually, he had been watching her for a week. He gave a cough, causing her to look at him.
".....Are you okay?", she asked arching a brow.
Well, she'd asked him now, He couldn't hold it in anymore.
"What I say might shock and hurt you", said Bobby, "but...I think you deserve to know"
Amanda blinked slowly.
"Okay"
Bobby took a deep breath.
"Amy, Kurt's cheating on you with a chick called Amanda"
Amanda resisted the urge to scream.
"I. Am. Amanda", she said, very, very slowly.
Bobby sighed, patting her head.
"Oh, it's okay to be in denial, you obviously care for Kurt alot", he said, "I can beat him up for you".
BAMF
Kurt entered the room as if on cue. Amanda quickly clung to his arm as if her life depended on it.
"Kurt, Honey, can we leave now? Please?", she said, "somewhere away from your odd little friend?"
Kurt blinked, well, actually, he'd planned on getting something to eat, but as seen as his girlfriend was cutting off the circulation to his arm..he decided it might be best to respect her wishes.
"Yes, Amanda", he said with a sigh.
BAMF
Bobby blinked, waving the cloud of brimstone away.
"Oh boy, he's even mixing up their names", he said, shaking his head, "low down dirty..."
He trailed off as Lizzie stormed into the room, now changed and still obviously VERY mad from her first training session. She sat down on the couch, putting her booted feet on the coffee table, starting to put her ear, nose, lip, eyebrow and navel studs and/or rings in.
"Hi, Lizzie", said Bobby, giving his most suave grin, he'd made it no secret he had a soft spot for the female Guthrie sibling...except of course when her older brother was around...mainly because 'overprotective Sam' scared the hell out of him.
Lizzie gave a grunt as a reply. It was obvious to everyone (except, apparently, Bobby) that she thought Bobby resembled something that had crawled out of a gutter and died.
"So", said Bobby, watching transfixed as she put her navel ring in, "I heard some things about navel rings..."
Lizzie didn't look up from her work.
"Don't talk about my navel" [2]
"Oh", said Bobby, twiddling his thumbs, "okay"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, dusting her hands as she put her last stud in. Okay, Iceman, cool and suave, cool and suave. Bobby cleared his throat.
"Lizzie, I was wondering", he said, giving her his best smile, "would you like to...oh, I don't know, see a movie or something?"
Lizzie finally turned her head to look at him, blinking slowly, looking at him as if her were an insect.
"A movie?", she said, before giving a snort, "how...Mr Goodie"
"...Is that a yes?", asked Bobby hopefully.
Lizzie arched a bow, before pushing Bobby back against the couch, making him give a squeak, her face inches from his.
"Sorry, Bobby", she said with an evil smirk, trailing a finger along his jawline, "but you're just not....man enough for me. I pefer my guys to walk on the wildside".
She stood up, rolling her eyes at him before walking off, a sway to her hip. Bobby blinked, sitting up, his hair out of place.
"Nehhh?", he said, before clearing his throat, looking in the direction she'd left, "but....I've joyrided in most of the mansions vehicles!"
Lizzie shook her head, chuckling to herself, before walking into her room mate, who had her arms crossed.
"Ye shouldn't be so mean tae him", chastized Rahne, "he really likes ye, ye know"
"Who said it was YOUR buisness?", said Lizzie, curling a lip, "go hang out with someone that actually wants you around. Like my weirdo brother"
"Sam isnae a wierdo", said Rahne, growling slightly, "if ye took the time to get to know him, ye'd see he was sweet an'.."
"And good an' wholesome", Lizzie mocked, "newsflash, Wolfie, I grew up with him. I know exactly what he's like, and I won't get along with him, not now, not ever"
"Then ye missin' out", said Rahne, softly, watching Lizzie head off upstairs.
-----
When night fell, Lizzie got up from where she'd been pretending to sleep. She grabbed her bag, stuffing some things into it, before walking over to the window, she pulled herself out of it, before changing her size, so she dropped onto the ground without harming herself. Unknown to her...she had company that night. Rahne had been listening with her eyes closed, before getting out of bed, padding to the window. She changed herself into her half-form, where she had the best of both worlds, the lupine senses and human thought. She leapt out of the window, landing on her feet with ease, before stalking quietly after Lizzie. She knew Sam was worried about his sister, and she'd been noticing Lizzie's requent 'escapes' often now. Curiosity and concern had got the better of her, so she carried on following, her natural instincts keeping her at a distance where she wouldn't be noticed. She could only stay in her half-form for so long, though. They were nearing the town, and she certainally didn't want to bring attention to herself. She closed her eyes, allowing the full transformation to take place, emersing her mind into the mind of the wolf.
She sniffed the air, before following after the scent trail. She didn't take long to find where it lead, the stray member of the pack had wandered into a building, full of loud noises and nasty smells. The wolf gave a grumbling growl, lying down in the park across the street, resting her head in her paws, watching. The place neither smelt nor felt good...there was something dark about it she didn't like. There was no way she was going near that place, no, she would wait for the pack member outside.
---
She wasn't all that wrong about the place, and inside was even nastier...but that's how Lizzie liked it. She smirked as she walked through the newly made nightclub...built by and for people like herself. She made herself grow in size, so her head touched the ceiling, looning over the bar- keeping.
"You're not gonnna give me any trouble over orderin' a drink now, are you?", she smirked.
The bar-keeper had seen the news, he knew EXACTLY what mutants were capable of. He nodded mutely, taking her order and handing it to her. Lizzie smiled sweetly, deposited her money on the bar, then shrunk back to her normal size, moving off to a dark corner to enjoy her drink. She was not granted peace for long. A group of boys her own age dressed in leather and dog collars walked in, two of them zeroing on her, smiling.
"Hey, blondie", said one, "want to dance?"
"No, thank you", said Lizzie, frowning, "a'h don't dance with people that smell like you".
The guy wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, moving closer to her, grabbing her wrist, causing her dirnk to spill.
"Come on, Toots, it'll be fun"
"A'h said NO!"
Lizzie suddenly grew, and carried on doing so until her head almost touched the ceiling, her arms muscling out. The two guys were quick to back off.
"Let's get outta here!"
"She's a mutie!"
Lizzie smirked as they turned tail and ran. Her smile fell, though, as she heard a slow clapping in the crowd. A shaggy blonde haired teen walked through from the crowd, attired much like herself, a smirk on his face. Lizzie tensed up, ready for a fight as he stopped in front of her.
"Well done", he said in a strong Scottish accent, "those idiots had it coming tae them, Elizabeth"
"Yeah, well..", started Lizzie, then paused, "how do you know ma'h name?"
Lucas smirked.
"I'm a telepath", he said, "a fellow mutant, like yeself"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, deciding he was of no threat, powering down.
"Good for you"she said sarcastically, walking past him, "well, good-bye Mr Telepath"
"Wait!", said Lucas, "I think we could have alot tae talk about"
"Ah doubt that", said Lizzie dryly as she carried on walking.
Lucas wasn't about to let her go THAT easily. He'd been keeping an eye on the rebelious Guthrie since he'd arrived in Bayville, and he knew what he saw in her.
"You an' me", he continued, "we've got alot in common. We both have tae live in the shadow of a family member, even if all we want is tae be seen as our own person"
Lizzie paused, glancing over her shoulder.
"A'hm listening"
Lucas's smile returned.
"Let me buy ye a drink"
----
[1] - Though she has no code-name in the normal Marvel universe, this is Lizzie's code-name in AOA.
[2] - This is a quote made by Grace from 'Joan of Arcadia', the character I liken Lizzie most too. Love that show, oh yes.
Boo-yah! Lucas! Since watching 'Sins of the Son', I have decided he's a very cool charcter and wanted ot toss him into the Chronicles as soon as possible. I assure you, you'll be seeing more of Mr Haller. Do review. Until next time...