Chapter 2: Flight of Fancy
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Merf.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in one of Magneto's privately owned homes, Pietro had decided to pay his dear old Dad a visit...
Magneto had been sitting in an overstuffed leather chair by a roaring fire, listening to Vavaldi's 4 Seasons (I'm pretty sure it's Vavaldi) and reading a rather weighty novel, while sipping a very expensive brandy. He had planned on a rather uneventful evening at home when he heard the wind pick up and the front door blow open.
Magneto groaned inwardly. The last thing he needed right now was his speedster of a son whipping around the house. He was still trying to unwind from the whole Apocalypse thing-and now this for crying out loud!
The white streak came to an abrupt stop before Magneto to for the lean physique of Pierto.
"You'renotgonnabelieve..."
"Shut the front door and speak at a normal pace," said Magneto sternly, not looking up from his book, but using his powers to pull the needle off the record.
Quicksilver sped to the foyer and slammed the door shut.
"I meant for you to walk!" exclaimed Magneto, "and what's so important that you had to race over here at 9 o'clock at night?!"
Pietro walked back into the room and pulled out a small tape recorder out of his pocket, "You have to hear this...Wanda paid me and the rest of the brotherhood off to spend last night out on the town. I got suspicious and planted a bug in the living room."
"Suspicious-why? Wanda generally needs her space from time to time." Magneto reflected as he placed the book in his lap.
"Ya, but she never paid us off before. She always just hexed us out of the house." Pietro countered.
"True," said Magneto, "although that hardly seems enough to make a case against her, you two have been getting along famously lately."
"I heard her on the phone before, talking to Rogue about going somewhere. So before we went out I bugged the living room and this is what I picked up..." said Pietro as he hit the button.
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ring-ring
ring-ring
"Hello," Scott answered the phone.
"Good afternoon, sir. I'm calling about a jet part our company recently sent to your address, the Z52-XL749 GPS Navigator. I'm afraid there's a recall on it. We sent out a letter earlier this month. A Mr. (papers rustling) Logan followed up on it and confirmed that you had, indeed, installed the part. He set up an appointment to fly the jet to our offices so we change out the part. This is just a courtesy call to confirm that he's already left."
"I think he left this morning. He's definitely not here now. Do you need cell phone number or something?" asked Scott.
"That's all I needed to know, thank you. And not to worry, we already have a cell number on file. Thank you for your time, sir."
"No prob..." Scott was cut off by the phone on the other end of the line being hung up.
Scott looked at the phone for a second, placed it on the receiver, shrugged and walked off toward the garage to show Jean the "finer points of auto mechanics" (ya, sure and may I just be the first to say-I hope they fog up the windows first, if not for privacy's sake then for the mental stability of everyone else at the Institute!)
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Merf hung up the phone in the BoM's living room, where her received a stirring round of applause for his performance on the phone.
"Thank you, thank you it was nothing really," said Merf taking a bow and nearly falling flat on his face, still being a little drained from his encounter with Rogue.
"Way to like ham it up, Merf," Kitty giggled as she grabbed his shoulder to steady him.
"Dat was a nice touch, when you flipped t'rough de phone book ta make it sound like papa work."
"Thanks," said Merf, "I work as part of personal when I'm not making deliveries."
"Is there anything you don't do, mate?" asked Py.
"Ya," said Merf smirking, "windows."
Merf received a lot blank looks.
"Why?" asked Amanda.
"I'm too short," Merf replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which it was.
Crickets could be heard in the background.
"O-kay," said Rogue, "and on that note we all gotta get goin'. You commin' Merf?"
"No, thanks, but no, I have to get to the diner, short order chef and all." Merf had to declined at first, "After my shift I have to pick up an old friend, then I'll catch a flight out. What hotel are you booked in?"
"The Excalibur," said Colossus.
"I'll see you there," promised Merf as he headed towards the front door.
"Vat you have unleemited frequent flyer miles or something?" asked Kurt.
"Something like that," said Merf as he walked out the door.
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½ an hour later Chuck was trying to calm an irate Magneto, who by some grace of God managed to get from his house to the Institute without causing mass destruction as he left Pietro in his wake.
"How could she be this irresponsible?!-Running off with that little flame flinging fuc-"
"ERIC!" Chalres cut in quickly, "I agree that this wasn't the best decision on their part, but perhaps if you had been a little more accepting of the fact that Wanda isn't a child anymore, but young woman, who chooses to date, then..."
"Charles, after all these years I thought you knew better than to reason with me during a full scale rant!"
Xavier sighed, "How do you want to proceed?"
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Just then Logan walked into the foyer with a sleeping X23 in his arms. They had gone up to Canada for the day so Logan could teach her the finer points of dodging the Feds when on the run. And needless to say, the lesson had worn her out.
Logan had just begun to walk up the stairs when Scott and Jean walked in from the kitchen-dangerously close to one another.
"That was fast, Logan," commented Scott.
"Ya, we thought you'd be gone until tomorrow." Jean said.
Logan looked at them like they were insane (and well let's face it folks, the jury's still out on that one), "I only taught her a few evasive maneuvers," he explained as X23 began to wake.
Scott and Jean looked at him incredulously.
"You taught her 'evasive maneuvers', in the jet?!" exclaimed Jean.
"We thought you were having it serviced because of the new navigator you installed," said Scott.
"I didn't install a new navigator." Logan insisted as he put the now fully awake X23 on her feet.
"Sure you did," said Scott, "the company called today about the recall and to confirm the appointment you made."
Logan put his hands over X23's ears, "Cyke, I realize all the blood isn't in your head right now," he shot a glance towards Jean, "and that's making hard to process that there's no way I could have taken the jet anywhere. I was in Canada the whole day."
"Then where is the X-Jet?" asked Storm as she walked into the room with Xavier and Magneto behind her, "It has been gone for two hours."
"Rogue and the Acolytes probably took it to Vegas, that's where they booked Pyro and Wanda's wedding."
There was a pause.
"Everyone to the XM-Velocity," said the Prof.
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Somewhere in France...
Sabertooth and Mystique were in a premiere three star restaurant (AN: For those who are unaware, three stars is the highest rating for restaurants in most, if not all of Europe). They met there every year-same time, same place-to celebrate their wedding anniversary (AU ref). True they had long since divorced (AU ref.), but it was the same restaurant they had gone to after their joint murder as husband and wife. It had become nothing less than a tradition for them through the years.
Surprisingly enough they had been able to remain civil towards each other through out the meal. The waiter had just come back over with the check when Mystique's cell phone rang or rather vibrated.
"Hello?-Eric?!-You need both of us?-Vegas!-Now?!-How much?-Each?!-We'll be there!"
"What does 'Mr. Metallico' (Bushwhacked ref) want now?" asked Creed sarcastically as he gave his credit card to a very nervous waiter.
"Long story short," said Mystique as she downed the last of her wine, "Pyro and the Red Witch are getting married in Vegas, Rogue is the wedding planner, they hijacked the X-Jet and have a good two hour head start on the XM-Velocity, which is currently 20,000 feet and climbing."
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Meanwhile at a cruising altitude of about 30,000 feet, found most of the X- Men sound asleep in the cabin. Rogue and Gambit were taking turns flying the plane, while St. John and Wanda were in the back of the cabin enjoying the ride.
Once Py and Wanda were sure everyone was asleep in the cabin they decided to join the mile high club.
"C'mon," Wanda whispered. She took John's hand and led him off to the bathroom.
Pyro shut the door quietly behind them.
It was obvious, upon entering, the lack of space in the jet's lavatory.
"Uh, She-er-Wanda, how are we gonna...?" John trailed off as he stood nose to nose with his fiancé.
"Hmm," Wanda thought for a moment, "Lean back on the sink-good-now I'll straddle your legs and now lift me up over your hips by putting your feet up on the rim of the toilet..."
"Wait, like this?" asked Py.
"Ya, like tha-no, wait keep your hands edge of the sink..."
"Oy, I'm loosin' me balance..."
"John, stop squirm..."
SLOSH!
"What was that?" asked Wanda, who had fallen onto Py's chest.
"Me shoe gettin' lodged in the toilet!" St. John informed her.
DAMN! That was a long chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Merf.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in one of Magneto's privately owned homes, Pietro had decided to pay his dear old Dad a visit...
Magneto had been sitting in an overstuffed leather chair by a roaring fire, listening to Vavaldi's 4 Seasons (I'm pretty sure it's Vavaldi) and reading a rather weighty novel, while sipping a very expensive brandy. He had planned on a rather uneventful evening at home when he heard the wind pick up and the front door blow open.
Magneto groaned inwardly. The last thing he needed right now was his speedster of a son whipping around the house. He was still trying to unwind from the whole Apocalypse thing-and now this for crying out loud!
The white streak came to an abrupt stop before Magneto to for the lean physique of Pierto.
"You'renotgonnabelieve..."
"Shut the front door and speak at a normal pace," said Magneto sternly, not looking up from his book, but using his powers to pull the needle off the record.
Quicksilver sped to the foyer and slammed the door shut.
"I meant for you to walk!" exclaimed Magneto, "and what's so important that you had to race over here at 9 o'clock at night?!"
Pietro walked back into the room and pulled out a small tape recorder out of his pocket, "You have to hear this...Wanda paid me and the rest of the brotherhood off to spend last night out on the town. I got suspicious and planted a bug in the living room."
"Suspicious-why? Wanda generally needs her space from time to time." Magneto reflected as he placed the book in his lap.
"Ya, but she never paid us off before. She always just hexed us out of the house." Pietro countered.
"True," said Magneto, "although that hardly seems enough to make a case against her, you two have been getting along famously lately."
"I heard her on the phone before, talking to Rogue about going somewhere. So before we went out I bugged the living room and this is what I picked up..." said Pietro as he hit the button.
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ring-ring
ring-ring
"Hello," Scott answered the phone.
"Good afternoon, sir. I'm calling about a jet part our company recently sent to your address, the Z52-XL749 GPS Navigator. I'm afraid there's a recall on it. We sent out a letter earlier this month. A Mr. (papers rustling) Logan followed up on it and confirmed that you had, indeed, installed the part. He set up an appointment to fly the jet to our offices so we change out the part. This is just a courtesy call to confirm that he's already left."
"I think he left this morning. He's definitely not here now. Do you need cell phone number or something?" asked Scott.
"That's all I needed to know, thank you. And not to worry, we already have a cell number on file. Thank you for your time, sir."
"No prob..." Scott was cut off by the phone on the other end of the line being hung up.
Scott looked at the phone for a second, placed it on the receiver, shrugged and walked off toward the garage to show Jean the "finer points of auto mechanics" (ya, sure and may I just be the first to say-I hope they fog up the windows first, if not for privacy's sake then for the mental stability of everyone else at the Institute!)
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Merf hung up the phone in the BoM's living room, where her received a stirring round of applause for his performance on the phone.
"Thank you, thank you it was nothing really," said Merf taking a bow and nearly falling flat on his face, still being a little drained from his encounter with Rogue.
"Way to like ham it up, Merf," Kitty giggled as she grabbed his shoulder to steady him.
"Dat was a nice touch, when you flipped t'rough de phone book ta make it sound like papa work."
"Thanks," said Merf, "I work as part of personal when I'm not making deliveries."
"Is there anything you don't do, mate?" asked Py.
"Ya," said Merf smirking, "windows."
Merf received a lot blank looks.
"Why?" asked Amanda.
"I'm too short," Merf replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which it was.
Crickets could be heard in the background.
"O-kay," said Rogue, "and on that note we all gotta get goin'. You commin' Merf?"
"No, thanks, but no, I have to get to the diner, short order chef and all." Merf had to declined at first, "After my shift I have to pick up an old friend, then I'll catch a flight out. What hotel are you booked in?"
"The Excalibur," said Colossus.
"I'll see you there," promised Merf as he headed towards the front door.
"Vat you have unleemited frequent flyer miles or something?" asked Kurt.
"Something like that," said Merf as he walked out the door.
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½ an hour later Chuck was trying to calm an irate Magneto, who by some grace of God managed to get from his house to the Institute without causing mass destruction as he left Pietro in his wake.
"How could she be this irresponsible?!-Running off with that little flame flinging fuc-"
"ERIC!" Chalres cut in quickly, "I agree that this wasn't the best decision on their part, but perhaps if you had been a little more accepting of the fact that Wanda isn't a child anymore, but young woman, who chooses to date, then..."
"Charles, after all these years I thought you knew better than to reason with me during a full scale rant!"
Xavier sighed, "How do you want to proceed?"
-------
Just then Logan walked into the foyer with a sleeping X23 in his arms. They had gone up to Canada for the day so Logan could teach her the finer points of dodging the Feds when on the run. And needless to say, the lesson had worn her out.
Logan had just begun to walk up the stairs when Scott and Jean walked in from the kitchen-dangerously close to one another.
"That was fast, Logan," commented Scott.
"Ya, we thought you'd be gone until tomorrow." Jean said.
Logan looked at them like they were insane (and well let's face it folks, the jury's still out on that one), "I only taught her a few evasive maneuvers," he explained as X23 began to wake.
Scott and Jean looked at him incredulously.
"You taught her 'evasive maneuvers', in the jet?!" exclaimed Jean.
"We thought you were having it serviced because of the new navigator you installed," said Scott.
"I didn't install a new navigator." Logan insisted as he put the now fully awake X23 on her feet.
"Sure you did," said Scott, "the company called today about the recall and to confirm the appointment you made."
Logan put his hands over X23's ears, "Cyke, I realize all the blood isn't in your head right now," he shot a glance towards Jean, "and that's making hard to process that there's no way I could have taken the jet anywhere. I was in Canada the whole day."
"Then where is the X-Jet?" asked Storm as she walked into the room with Xavier and Magneto behind her, "It has been gone for two hours."
"Rogue and the Acolytes probably took it to Vegas, that's where they booked Pyro and Wanda's wedding."
There was a pause.
"Everyone to the XM-Velocity," said the Prof.
-------
Somewhere in France...
Sabertooth and Mystique were in a premiere three star restaurant (AN: For those who are unaware, three stars is the highest rating for restaurants in most, if not all of Europe). They met there every year-same time, same place-to celebrate their wedding anniversary (AU ref). True they had long since divorced (AU ref.), but it was the same restaurant they had gone to after their joint murder as husband and wife. It had become nothing less than a tradition for them through the years.
Surprisingly enough they had been able to remain civil towards each other through out the meal. The waiter had just come back over with the check when Mystique's cell phone rang or rather vibrated.
"Hello?-Eric?!-You need both of us?-Vegas!-Now?!-How much?-Each?!-We'll be there!"
"What does 'Mr. Metallico' (Bushwhacked ref) want now?" asked Creed sarcastically as he gave his credit card to a very nervous waiter.
"Long story short," said Mystique as she downed the last of her wine, "Pyro and the Red Witch are getting married in Vegas, Rogue is the wedding planner, they hijacked the X-Jet and have a good two hour head start on the XM-Velocity, which is currently 20,000 feet and climbing."
-------
Meanwhile at a cruising altitude of about 30,000 feet, found most of the X- Men sound asleep in the cabin. Rogue and Gambit were taking turns flying the plane, while St. John and Wanda were in the back of the cabin enjoying the ride.
Once Py and Wanda were sure everyone was asleep in the cabin they decided to join the mile high club.
"C'mon," Wanda whispered. She took John's hand and led him off to the bathroom.
Pyro shut the door quietly behind them.
It was obvious, upon entering, the lack of space in the jet's lavatory.
"Uh, She-er-Wanda, how are we gonna...?" John trailed off as he stood nose to nose with his fiancé.
"Hmm," Wanda thought for a moment, "Lean back on the sink-good-now I'll straddle your legs and now lift me up over your hips by putting your feet up on the rim of the toilet..."
"Wait, like this?" asked Py.
"Ya, like tha-no, wait keep your hands edge of the sink..."
"Oy, I'm loosin' me balance..."
"John, stop squirm..."
SLOSH!
"What was that?" asked Wanda, who had fallen onto Py's chest.
"Me shoe gettin' lodged in the toilet!" St. John informed her.
DAMN! That was a long chapter.