Okay people, I know, it's been forever, but, as always, I have excuses! Seems that not all chemistry teachers are as cool as Mr. McCoy, and, because of this, I'm getting a D in that class. Until it's up to a B, I'm sort of "grounded", which means I can only use the computer when no one else is home, which doesn't happen often, which is why the Halloween chapter is 4 days late.
In other news, I thought that since this story was under "general" I could put in a little humor. Is that how it goes? It's kind of a bridge to the next chapter, so if you don't like it, as my friend would say, "cry me a river, make a bridge, and get over it."
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Jamie was sick of waking up in a hospital room. Well, actually, this wasn't thehospitalthis was the infirmary, but it was still annoying to wake up in a room that wasn't his own, it was one filled with people.
"Ah, Jamie, you're awake," Hank said when he noticed Jamie waking up.
"Yeah, but I'm really tired, what happened?" He asked, noticing his bare arms covered in bruises. Suddenly, it came back to him. "Oh, my gosh," he said. "Mystique, she came to the mansion, and everyone was gone, and Hank was gone, and I had to fight her, and...and....what happened? That's all I remember."
"You certainly had quite a fight with Mystique," the Professor said.
"Yeah," Scott said, "She was knocked out for a couple of hours before she regained consciousness."
"Told you those danger room sessions would come in handy someday," Logan chuckled.
"I guess so," Jamie said, rubbing his head. "But why does my head feel like it's about to explode?"
"Well, technically, when the doctors released you from the hospital, they were expecting you to stay in bed. They didn't really want you to be fighting one of the best mutant fighters in the world. You're probably going to be feeling tired for awhile."
"So what happened to Mystique?" Jamie asked.
The adults in the room looked at each other for a second.
"She escaped," Scott admitted.
"How?"
"Seems you can't let Boom-Boom be anywhere near Ray when they're supposed to be doing something important," Wolverine said.
Jamie looked confused, so Scott explained, "Ray and Tabitha got in a fight when they were supposed to be watching the room Mystique was in, and she got out when they weren't paying attention."
Jamie frowned. All that hard work of knocking Mystique out, and the others couldn't even hold her for a few hours?
The Professor heard the last part of his thought, and tried to hide his chuckle with a well placed cough.
"But now we've got to worry about what Magneto will do when Mystique tells him about you," Logan said.
"What do you mean?" Jamie asked.
"You were able to do what a lot of people can't do with years of training at only 12 years old, Magneto's bound to be interested in you," the Professor said.
"Not many people can beat Mystique," Hank said, "Magneto's going to want to see what else you can do."
"I don't know whether to be scared or flattered," Jamie said.
"Well, from now on, we'll try to be a little more careful about you," Scott said.
"Yeah," Logan said, "and you get some more Danger Room sessions every day with me from now on."
"What!" Jamie exclaimed. Extra danger room sessions were a punishment, he had won a fight, and he should have some time off.
"Logan, perhaps it would be better if Jamie had a little more recovery time," the Professor said.
"Fine," Logan said as he walked out, "but don't complain to me when Magneto comes and the kids out of shape."
Hank and the professor gave each other a glance, knowing that while Logan was kidding, there might have been some truth in that statement.
"Wait, Logan," the professor called him back. Jamie mentally groaned, knowing where this would lead to, and the professor shot him a slight reprimanding look.
"Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for Jamie to get some more lessons," Hank said. "As long as he stays inside, and doesn't do anything to dangerous, some exercise would do him good."
"I can't go outside?" Jamie asked.
"I don't want you catching anything," Hank explained. "Your immune system is too weak to fight anything off, so you're housebound for two weeks."
Jamie did a quick count inside his head.
"But that means I can't go trick-or-treating!" Jamie protested. "That's not fair! This is probably the last year that I'm young enough to go out without people saying I'm too old."
"You're too old already," Logan said.
Jamie stuck his tongue out at him. "I'm not old enough to join in the older kids' sessions in the Danger Room," he said.
Scott snorted, and Hank had to hide a smile. Jamie had done something that few people were able to do, prove Logan wrong.
"If I'm young enough to be in the easy danger rooms, then I'm young enough to trick-or-treat. And if I can't go, then somebody's going to have to get all that candy for me," Jamie said.
He was taking a big risk, and he knew it. Bossing around the new recruits was easy; they were scared of getting in trouble. But Logan wasn't afraid of anything, he didn't give in to people's demands.
"Well, Jamie, that sounds like a reasonable idea," the professor said, surprising everyone. "Logan will take over your trick-or-treating duties, if you agree to do extra sessions without complaing."
Jamie thought this over for a minute. Although he didn't really want to take Logan's sessions, he didn't want to miss out on all the candy that Logan could get for him.
"Works for me," he told the Professor.
"Very well, then, it's settled," Xavier said.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Logan asked, but by then, the Professor had already left. With one last glare at Jamie, Logan stormed out, probably to complain to Xavier.
Hank gave Jamie one last check of his blood pressure and temperature, and, satisfied with the results, let Jamie go with a final warning.
"Don't do anything too strenuous," he said. "And don't even think about going out for Trick-or-Treating."
"Oh, of course not," Jamie said, his perfect angel smile, that he was so famous for at the institute, hard at work. He had already formed a plan to get a little extra candy. With a quick goodbye to Hank and Scott, he left to perfect his plan.
He headed for his room, looked around suspiciously to see if anyone was following him, and quickly went in. He put a chair in front of the door, so no one could come in, and pulled out the map of the institute he had made weeks after he first got there.
It was a crude drawing, with many "X"'s on it on rooms where the residents had left, like Evan, or had changed rooms. He had used the map countless times on different pranks, and it was going to help him again.
"Now," he said quietly to himself, "Jean and Scott went to a party, so they're out." He made a quick little X on their bedrooms. "But I know Bobby and Jubilee are going out tonight for trick-or-treating."
He quickly made a "hit list" of all the kids that were going out for candy, and had perfected his plan, and the costume he would use, by nine o' clock.
By this time, everyone but the people out at parties were home, and Jamie decided now would be the perfect time to act. He had gotten a few of his multiples to make a costume that looked exactly like Wolverine's, down to plastic knifes glued on to a pair of Bobby's gloves. With a big trash bag in his hand, and two multiples by his side, Jamie set out for a little "trick or treating" of his own.
His first stop on the list was Kitty's room. She had talked Lance into going trick-or-treating with her, just for fun, and probably had a ton of candy.
He knocked on the door, and when Kitty answered, he said, in a voice that was as close as his prepubescent voice would allow, "Give me all your candy."
"Jamie? Is that, like, you?" Kitty asked, trying to pull up on the mask that was really only a paper lunch bag painted orange, off his head.
"Give me your candy," Jamie repeated, trying to keep his 'mask' on his head.
"Jamie, I know you didn't get to go out, but you shouldn't steal candy from other people," Kitty scolded him.
"If you refuse, the candy will be taken forcefully," Jamie told her.
"Jamie, you're starting to, like, totally creep me out," Kitty said, backing away from him.
This was exactly what Jamie was waiting for. Once Kitty had stepped out of the entrance, he clapped his hands, and led 5 multiples into her room.
"Hey!" Kitty exclaimed. "You're not supposed to use your powers!"
Jamie ignored her, and started to search for her candy. When one of the multiples found it, in her pillowcase for 'safekeeping', he quickly fled from the room.
The other multiples hadn't even gotten out of the room before they started to split up their loot.
"Quickly men," Jamie instructed them, "we have seven more rooms to hit tonight, we'll split up the candy later."
The multiples looked sadly at the candy; one of them had already stuffed a candy bar in his mouth, and put it back in the black trash bag. They knew there was plenty more where that came from.
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Out on the streets, Wolverine was having a lousy time. It was bad enough that he was out trick-or-treating on a perfectly good Sunday, but he didn't even have a kid with him. He ended up telling people that his nephew was in the hospital, and wanted some candy. It was a great way to have single women comment on how nice it was of him, but most of the people passing out candy were men, and laughed when they saw a grown man, in normal clothes, trick-or-treating.
Things were pretty bad, but Logan figured he was pretty much done by now. Jamie couldn't eat that much candy. There was just one more house to go to.
It was a rather broken down house, and it looked like it was about to collapse. Logan couldn't help but think that this house was somehow familiar. There was a sign near the entrance, but it was covered by vines, and he couldn't read what it said.
When he knocked on the door, he was so relieved that this was the last house; at first he didn't realize who had opened the door.
"Trick- or –treat," he grumbled, holding out the bag that Jamie had given him.
"Wolverine? Is that you?" A familiar voice said, and Logan almost kicked himself for not realizing where he was. "Ohmigosh, you guys have to see this," Lance said, laughing.
"What is it?" Todd asked, hopping towards the door. When he saw who it was, he fell on the floor, laughing.
"Aw, wait until Pietro hears about this!" Lance said, and slammed the door in his face.
Logan burned with embarrassment, silently making a list of all the ways he could kill Jamie in the danger room and make it look like an accident.
It wasn't until he was almost home that he realized Lance didn't give him any candy.
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Magneto was not impressed with Mystique being defeated. The fact that she was beaten up by a twelve year old interested him, though. Not even his son, who he was very proud of, even if he refused to show it, could have won in a match against Mystique, especially since she was armed.
He must have underestimated Charles and his X-men. The smallest, weakest one was able to defeat his greatest fighter.
Yes, this "Jamie" would need a closer look.
Okay, just telling you, don't expect a new chapter real soon, so don't totally forget about me, the next chapter will be better, I promise. R&R please!
P.S. I have discovered why Rogue is a total brat in the cartoon. She's hot! I wore almost the exact same costume she wears in the series, and I seriously boiled. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't like people staring at her white hair, I dyed mine like hers, and everyone is staring at me funny. So, just wanted to clear that up for all you people who hate Rogue's attitude, (because no one really hates Rogue.)