Yesterday
"We should totally have a party. We could invite everyone who helped, you know? We'd invite Piotr, X23, Alex, and all the brotherhood. Not to mention Angel! God he is so-o hot." Kitty went on and on, but after two minutes, they all tuned her out. She could go on for a while.
Rogue sat on the window seat, munching on a bagel. There was something in the air, something bad. She didn't know what but it would be here soon. She looked up as Logan walked in. All the new students scattered, as was their habit around the Wolverine. She didn't however, and neither did most of the X-Men. Scott and Jean did leave, but that was understandable. Logan had a habit of giving them a glare, as if to say, "I'll be watching you two so don't get frisky." It amused Rogue to see it.
Kitty was still trying to talk Kurt into helping her get the professor to allow for a party. She seemed to be wearing him down. Logan sniffed at the idea of a party. "Yeah, great idea," was his only comment.
"We wouldn't have it here. Like come on, our rivals allowed in our base, yeah, right. Like we're that stupid."
Kitty, I think it's a wonderful idea. Talk to Ororo and see what she thinks should be done. The professor telepathically told Kitty. She screamed with delight and went to find Ororo, also known as the mutant Storm. They both had an affinity for parties.
Rogue watched as Kitty left and Kurt teleported out. She was finally in peace and quiet, if you excluded Logan. She could tell from the look on his face that he wanted to say something.
"What?"
Logan shuffled his feet for a minute before walking over to where she sat. "You did good, Stripes." That being said, he leaned down and brushed a kiss on the top of her head. Then he, also, quickly left, as uncomfortable as she.
Rogue smiled, then stretched. Things were getting a little too comfy around here, if you excused the whole Apocalypse, destroy the world, big battle royal thing. Time for a little action.
***
Pyro sat in front of a large computer screen. In it Magneto kept repeating the same action. Flying towards Apocalypse, pause, disappear in a flash of colored lights. Over and over, but never not making St. John laugh. He did stop laughing however when a two of diamonds floated over his head and onto the keyboard. He flew backwards out of his chair when it exploded. Nothing was really damaged; it was just a little attention getter.
John turned and saw the last thing he expected to see, Magneto. He strode into the room, making the air crackle with barely held hostility.
"Useless, all of you." Magneto made that thundering comment before storming out of the room.
"Crikey!"
"You should be more careful, mon ami," a voice called out from behind him.
"I thought you deserted for New Orleans, mate?"
"Me, too. Apparently, I got contracts to fill."
Pyro looked up as Gambit pushed play on the keyboard. Pyro started laughing when Gambit merely cocked his eyebrow. "You should be more careful of de boss. Never know when his temper strike, non?"
Pyro just started laughing again. Gambit turned and left the room when a large crash sounded from Magneto's office. When he and Pyro reached the hall all they saw was Magneto come flying through the doorway.
"Where is my family?" Piotr's yelled at Magneto.
"You will not find them by attacking me. Exactly opposite in fact. All you will do is get them killed."
"I want to know!" Piotr picked Magneto up by the lapels on his cape and slammed him into the wall. Unconsciously he began to "steel" up in his rage. It was all Magneto needed. Piotr flew away from him and slammed into the wall, shrinking as the metal surrounding his body constricted.
"You will learn your lesson, Colossus. You do not attack me and get away with it." Piotr screamed as the metal began to crush him. Gambit and Pyro had to do something to help their teammate.
A three of clubs floated unnoticed next to Magneto. The small explosion was enough to distract him long enough for Piotr to withdraw his mutant ability. As he struggled to stand Pyro went to him and help him up, and hold him back.
"You three leave my sight. We have much to do and I do not want nor need you loitering."
As the Acolytes rushed from the room, Gambit's words struck true with them all. "Merde, le's not do dat again."
***
Kitty was so excited. They were going to have a party at the Renaissance hotel in New York. She could just about scream. Everyone was going to be there. The brotherhood, the Acolytes, Scott's brother, Angel, and Logan's clone/daughter chick. It was going to kick ass, at least in her opinion.
Kitty decided that she had to go shopping. She absolutely had to look good. Besides, there would be plenty of time to actually plan the party. But there would be cute guys there and she could not come in any old outfit.
By the time Kitty got to the mall, her excitement had expanded threefold. This was going to take a while, so she called the mansion and told Logan that she had an emergency and wouldn't be able to make the Danger Room session. Okay, she didn't TELL Logan but his machine.
As Kitty shopped she thought about who would be there. Angel would be there and he would be good for some flirtation, but who would be her stable guy? Lance would work, but she really wanted Piotr. She knew Lance was a great guy and all, but he was just Lance. Piotr was tall, and dark, and gorgeous! He was also smart, though he hadn't said much she knew. It was in the way he walked and watched people. She would LOVE getting to know him.
It was almost midnight when Kitty finally finished. She was exhausted. She had spent six hours in the mall, and finally had the perfect outfit. She hoped everyone like it. It wasn't really her style, but once it caught her eyes she had to have it. Kitty was about to get into her car when a sudden stomach cramp gripped her. But it wasn't like a stomach cramp, or a PMS cramp. It was worse, much worse. Almost as if something had sunk a hook into her navel and started to pull . . . hard!
***
Rogue cruised around a corner on Logan's bike. It was nighttime and she loved the feel of the cool wind pushing her hair back. It made her think that that was how a lover's hand might feel, light and gentle. But it wasn't as if she would ever know so who cared.
Nearing a sharp L-turn Rogue slowed and suddenly slammed forward, off the bike and into the ditch next to the road. She flew across the ground for several seconds before stopping feet from a large boulder. She wasn't too hurt, considering. The only problem was this stomach pain. As she stood up it got worse. Unable to stand against the pain, she slowly sunk to the ground.
***
Inside Magneto's base, John tossed and turned in his bed. He was restless, probably due to the whisky shot contest he and Gambit had engaged in before bed. Gambit of course had won, being the Ragin' Cajun that he was.
Finally giving up and acknowledging that all that whisky was making him sick he stumbled into the bathroom. Sinking down to the tile floor he pressed his fevered head to the cool wall. It felt good but did not help the cramping in his stomach. As he lay there, John could not think. Usually he didn't but late night binges made it worse. Maybe he should go ask Piotr to check him out. He thought the cramps were getting worse.
"We should totally have a party. We could invite everyone who helped, you know? We'd invite Piotr, X23, Alex, and all the brotherhood. Not to mention Angel! God he is so-o hot." Kitty went on and on, but after two minutes, they all tuned her out. She could go on for a while.
Rogue sat on the window seat, munching on a bagel. There was something in the air, something bad. She didn't know what but it would be here soon. She looked up as Logan walked in. All the new students scattered, as was their habit around the Wolverine. She didn't however, and neither did most of the X-Men. Scott and Jean did leave, but that was understandable. Logan had a habit of giving them a glare, as if to say, "I'll be watching you two so don't get frisky." It amused Rogue to see it.
Kitty was still trying to talk Kurt into helping her get the professor to allow for a party. She seemed to be wearing him down. Logan sniffed at the idea of a party. "Yeah, great idea," was his only comment.
"We wouldn't have it here. Like come on, our rivals allowed in our base, yeah, right. Like we're that stupid."
Kitty, I think it's a wonderful idea. Talk to Ororo and see what she thinks should be done. The professor telepathically told Kitty. She screamed with delight and went to find Ororo, also known as the mutant Storm. They both had an affinity for parties.
Rogue watched as Kitty left and Kurt teleported out. She was finally in peace and quiet, if you excluded Logan. She could tell from the look on his face that he wanted to say something.
"What?"
Logan shuffled his feet for a minute before walking over to where she sat. "You did good, Stripes." That being said, he leaned down and brushed a kiss on the top of her head. Then he, also, quickly left, as uncomfortable as she.
Rogue smiled, then stretched. Things were getting a little too comfy around here, if you excused the whole Apocalypse, destroy the world, big battle royal thing. Time for a little action.
***
Pyro sat in front of a large computer screen. In it Magneto kept repeating the same action. Flying towards Apocalypse, pause, disappear in a flash of colored lights. Over and over, but never not making St. John laugh. He did stop laughing however when a two of diamonds floated over his head and onto the keyboard. He flew backwards out of his chair when it exploded. Nothing was really damaged; it was just a little attention getter.
John turned and saw the last thing he expected to see, Magneto. He strode into the room, making the air crackle with barely held hostility.
"Useless, all of you." Magneto made that thundering comment before storming out of the room.
"Crikey!"
"You should be more careful, mon ami," a voice called out from behind him.
"I thought you deserted for New Orleans, mate?"
"Me, too. Apparently, I got contracts to fill."
Pyro looked up as Gambit pushed play on the keyboard. Pyro started laughing when Gambit merely cocked his eyebrow. "You should be more careful of de boss. Never know when his temper strike, non?"
Pyro just started laughing again. Gambit turned and left the room when a large crash sounded from Magneto's office. When he and Pyro reached the hall all they saw was Magneto come flying through the doorway.
"Where is my family?" Piotr's yelled at Magneto.
"You will not find them by attacking me. Exactly opposite in fact. All you will do is get them killed."
"I want to know!" Piotr picked Magneto up by the lapels on his cape and slammed him into the wall. Unconsciously he began to "steel" up in his rage. It was all Magneto needed. Piotr flew away from him and slammed into the wall, shrinking as the metal surrounding his body constricted.
"You will learn your lesson, Colossus. You do not attack me and get away with it." Piotr screamed as the metal began to crush him. Gambit and Pyro had to do something to help their teammate.
A three of clubs floated unnoticed next to Magneto. The small explosion was enough to distract him long enough for Piotr to withdraw his mutant ability. As he struggled to stand Pyro went to him and help him up, and hold him back.
"You three leave my sight. We have much to do and I do not want nor need you loitering."
As the Acolytes rushed from the room, Gambit's words struck true with them all. "Merde, le's not do dat again."
***
Kitty was so excited. They were going to have a party at the Renaissance hotel in New York. She could just about scream. Everyone was going to be there. The brotherhood, the Acolytes, Scott's brother, Angel, and Logan's clone/daughter chick. It was going to kick ass, at least in her opinion.
Kitty decided that she had to go shopping. She absolutely had to look good. Besides, there would be plenty of time to actually plan the party. But there would be cute guys there and she could not come in any old outfit.
By the time Kitty got to the mall, her excitement had expanded threefold. This was going to take a while, so she called the mansion and told Logan that she had an emergency and wouldn't be able to make the Danger Room session. Okay, she didn't TELL Logan but his machine.
As Kitty shopped she thought about who would be there. Angel would be there and he would be good for some flirtation, but who would be her stable guy? Lance would work, but she really wanted Piotr. She knew Lance was a great guy and all, but he was just Lance. Piotr was tall, and dark, and gorgeous! He was also smart, though he hadn't said much she knew. It was in the way he walked and watched people. She would LOVE getting to know him.
It was almost midnight when Kitty finally finished. She was exhausted. She had spent six hours in the mall, and finally had the perfect outfit. She hoped everyone like it. It wasn't really her style, but once it caught her eyes she had to have it. Kitty was about to get into her car when a sudden stomach cramp gripped her. But it wasn't like a stomach cramp, or a PMS cramp. It was worse, much worse. Almost as if something had sunk a hook into her navel and started to pull . . . hard!
***
Rogue cruised around a corner on Logan's bike. It was nighttime and she loved the feel of the cool wind pushing her hair back. It made her think that that was how a lover's hand might feel, light and gentle. But it wasn't as if she would ever know so who cared.
Nearing a sharp L-turn Rogue slowed and suddenly slammed forward, off the bike and into the ditch next to the road. She flew across the ground for several seconds before stopping feet from a large boulder. She wasn't too hurt, considering. The only problem was this stomach pain. As she stood up it got worse. Unable to stand against the pain, she slowly sunk to the ground.
***
Inside Magneto's base, John tossed and turned in his bed. He was restless, probably due to the whisky shot contest he and Gambit had engaged in before bed. Gambit of course had won, being the Ragin' Cajun that he was.
Finally giving up and acknowledging that all that whisky was making him sick he stumbled into the bathroom. Sinking down to the tile floor he pressed his fevered head to the cool wall. It felt good but did not help the cramping in his stomach. As he lay there, John could not think. Usually he didn't but late night binges made it worse. Maybe he should go ask Piotr to check him out. He thought the cramps were getting worse.