Disclaimer: Are they mine? Sure, why not? Well, I'll tell you why not.
Because they already belong to Marvel and the WB. Not me, unfortunately.
So there you go.
A/N: And again with taking forever to update this! I know, I know. People are going to seriously start threatening my life I think if I don't get moving on this. The worst part is, I meant to add over my winter break. But did I get the chance to even get on the computer that often? Nooo...of course not. Sheesh. How wrong is that? Honestly. So, anyway, thanks again to everyone who has been reviewing and is still reading. Hopefully this will be worth the wait and as soon as I finish typing this, I'm going to try and pound out the next chapter. And then maybe no one will murder me....right? Guys? Right? Please?
Oh and don't forget to hit that nifty little review button at the bottom of the page before you go! And now, onward! (Lord, I need to just take a moment and get out of this weird mood....oh, candy!!!)
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Scott groaned as he stood up, rubbing his back. What had he been thinking? Agreeing to help Logan test run a new level of the Danger Room. His only explanation was that he must've been on another planet mentally because if he'd been thinking clearly, he would've made up some excuse and run as fast as he could in the other direction. Better yet, he would've gotten in his car and driven away.
But no. Instead he'd answered without thinking and now here he was a few hours later, walking out of the Danger Room and happy to be in one piece.
Logan gave him a look and shook his head as he walked by him. "Kids." he muttered. If he'd known that Scott would react like this he probably would've hunted down a couple of the others. Like Stripes or Wanda. Those girls knew how to handle themselves. Not that the other kids couldn't, it was just that the girls seemed to be better at it.
"Go upstairs, Shades." he ordered as he left him behind. As soon as he was out of sight, Scott let out a sigh of relief. He was done. He was finally done.
Scott walked as fast as he could towards the stairs, glancing in one of the rooms as he passed. He noticed that Rogue and Pietro were just sitting on the couch staring at the wall. He shook his head as he began to climb to the second floor. He'd never understand those two.
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Jean looked up as she saw Scott walk by. Or well, it was more like a limp...maybe even a hobble. Frowning a bit, she stood up and walked over to the door as Scott stopped at the top of the stairs and stared down. He was wearing a loose pair of sweats and a t-shirt and he looked as if he was having a debate with himself. She raised an eyebrow and took a step out of her door.
"Scott?" she asked. Scott turned around at the sound of her voice and gave her a smile.
"Hey Jean."
She gave him a small smile in return and looked at him in concern. "Are you okay? You look...." she trailed off.
"Like I'm in pain?" Jean nodded. "That's because I am. I just finished helping Logan test out a new level in the Danger Room. The next time I'm not thinking and I agree to do that, just break my legs or something. It'll be quicker." he replied.
Jean smiled. "I'll do that." As silence fell over the two of them, Jean shifted to the side a bit uneasily. She looked back up at Scott and considered something that she had been thinking of for awhile now. She bit her lip and held back a sigh. This was completely frustrating. No, it was completely nerve racking. What was she going to do? Well, she knew what she was going to do, she just didn't know how she was going to do it.
Scott looked down at her and then away. Crap this was harder than he had thought it was going to be. He hated these awkward silences. What was he supposed to say now?
Wait a minute. Jean was a telepath. Did that mean she could hear what he was thinking? Was he projecting his thoughts?
Crap.
At the same time, Scott and Jean looked at each other and then away from each other. If any one would've walked by, it would've been obvious to them that both Scott and Jean were nervous. And of course, the two who couldn't see this were Scott and Jean. It was something that seemed to happen all the time.
"So..." Scott started.
"Well..." Jean said at the same time. They looked up at each other and smiled.
"You first." Scott said. Jean smiled.
"It's alright, you go ahead." she offered. Scott shook his head.
"No, really. You first."
Jean nodded. "Alright." She paused. Now that he was listening and neither one of them were trying to talk, she had no idea what she was going to say. She took a deep breath, frustrated with herself. Just do it, Jean, she told herself. "Uh, Scott, I was actually wondering...." She trailed off and gave herself a mental slap when she faltered. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to a movie some time." she finished quickly. Scott stared at her, silently, and she began to get nervous.
"What?" he asked. Had she really just asked that? The very thing that he'd been wanting to do? He sucked in a breath and then realized that Jean was staring back at him with a questioning look on her face.
"I said, I was wondering if you'd like to go to a movie some time." Jean repeated. Scott smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. I'd like that." he said. Jean let out a small sigh of relief before giving him a smile of her own.
"Cool. Okay, then...we can decide when we go and what to see later then, if you want." she offered. Scott nodded.
"Yeah." Jean smiled and then turned to go back to her room. She grinned.
She'd asked Scott out on a date. And he'd said yes.
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"I don't want to." Wanda said in a whiny tone...or as close to a whiny tone as she would ever get. Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. He'd never met anyone who wouldn't want to and of course, it would be Wanda that wouldn't. Figures. He wasn't sure he'd ever figure this girl out.
"You're going. Now come on, Wanda, be a pal. Keep me company." he told her, giving her a pleading look and taking ahold of her arm so that he could be sure that she wouldn't run away or anything like that. Wanda shook her head and gave him one of her looks. It was a look that probably would've made the Brotherhood nervous. Kurt merely smiled at her.
"Fine. I'll go. But I want to make it perfectly clear that I am finding this to be a form of cruel and unusual punishment." she stated. This time it was Kurt who shook his head.
"It's an ice cream parlor, Wanda. You'll be fine. I promise it won't kill you and it won't send you flying back to the fifties or suck you into Pleasantville." Kurt assured her. Wanda sighed, coming close to pulling her arm away so that she could cross them over her chest before stopping herself. That would mean breaking contact with Kurt...oh Lord, she *did* like him. Which meant that Rogue was right. Damn. That meant that she'd have to pull her arm away on principle alone.
"Alright." she replied giving in and pulling her arm away before crossing them over her chest. Then she lowered her voice to a mutter. "I'm still doing this under protest."
Kurt rolled his eyes again and continued walking.
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"Man, this is boring, yo." Toad complained as he dropped down onto the couch next to Freddy, who was busy consuming a sandwich. He gave Toad a blank look.
"What's boring?" he asked. Toad motioned to the house.
"This! I bet that Lance is doing something interesting, yo."
Freddy paused, as if hesitating. "What do you think Pietro's doing?" he asked. Toad shrugged.
"Something more interesting than this, that's for sure."
A/N: And again with taking forever to update this! I know, I know. People are going to seriously start threatening my life I think if I don't get moving on this. The worst part is, I meant to add over my winter break. But did I get the chance to even get on the computer that often? Nooo...of course not. Sheesh. How wrong is that? Honestly. So, anyway, thanks again to everyone who has been reviewing and is still reading. Hopefully this will be worth the wait and as soon as I finish typing this, I'm going to try and pound out the next chapter. And then maybe no one will murder me....right? Guys? Right? Please?
Oh and don't forget to hit that nifty little review button at the bottom of the page before you go! And now, onward! (Lord, I need to just take a moment and get out of this weird mood....oh, candy!!!)
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Scott groaned as he stood up, rubbing his back. What had he been thinking? Agreeing to help Logan test run a new level of the Danger Room. His only explanation was that he must've been on another planet mentally because if he'd been thinking clearly, he would've made up some excuse and run as fast as he could in the other direction. Better yet, he would've gotten in his car and driven away.
But no. Instead he'd answered without thinking and now here he was a few hours later, walking out of the Danger Room and happy to be in one piece.
Logan gave him a look and shook his head as he walked by him. "Kids." he muttered. If he'd known that Scott would react like this he probably would've hunted down a couple of the others. Like Stripes or Wanda. Those girls knew how to handle themselves. Not that the other kids couldn't, it was just that the girls seemed to be better at it.
"Go upstairs, Shades." he ordered as he left him behind. As soon as he was out of sight, Scott let out a sigh of relief. He was done. He was finally done.
Scott walked as fast as he could towards the stairs, glancing in one of the rooms as he passed. He noticed that Rogue and Pietro were just sitting on the couch staring at the wall. He shook his head as he began to climb to the second floor. He'd never understand those two.
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Jean looked up as she saw Scott walk by. Or well, it was more like a limp...maybe even a hobble. Frowning a bit, she stood up and walked over to the door as Scott stopped at the top of the stairs and stared down. He was wearing a loose pair of sweats and a t-shirt and he looked as if he was having a debate with himself. She raised an eyebrow and took a step out of her door.
"Scott?" she asked. Scott turned around at the sound of her voice and gave her a smile.
"Hey Jean."
She gave him a small smile in return and looked at him in concern. "Are you okay? You look...." she trailed off.
"Like I'm in pain?" Jean nodded. "That's because I am. I just finished helping Logan test out a new level in the Danger Room. The next time I'm not thinking and I agree to do that, just break my legs or something. It'll be quicker." he replied.
Jean smiled. "I'll do that." As silence fell over the two of them, Jean shifted to the side a bit uneasily. She looked back up at Scott and considered something that she had been thinking of for awhile now. She bit her lip and held back a sigh. This was completely frustrating. No, it was completely nerve racking. What was she going to do? Well, she knew what she was going to do, she just didn't know how she was going to do it.
Scott looked down at her and then away. Crap this was harder than he had thought it was going to be. He hated these awkward silences. What was he supposed to say now?
Wait a minute. Jean was a telepath. Did that mean she could hear what he was thinking? Was he projecting his thoughts?
Crap.
At the same time, Scott and Jean looked at each other and then away from each other. If any one would've walked by, it would've been obvious to them that both Scott and Jean were nervous. And of course, the two who couldn't see this were Scott and Jean. It was something that seemed to happen all the time.
"So..." Scott started.
"Well..." Jean said at the same time. They looked up at each other and smiled.
"You first." Scott said. Jean smiled.
"It's alright, you go ahead." she offered. Scott shook his head.
"No, really. You first."
Jean nodded. "Alright." She paused. Now that he was listening and neither one of them were trying to talk, she had no idea what she was going to say. She took a deep breath, frustrated with herself. Just do it, Jean, she told herself. "Uh, Scott, I was actually wondering...." She trailed off and gave herself a mental slap when she faltered. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to a movie some time." she finished quickly. Scott stared at her, silently, and she began to get nervous.
"What?" he asked. Had she really just asked that? The very thing that he'd been wanting to do? He sucked in a breath and then realized that Jean was staring back at him with a questioning look on her face.
"I said, I was wondering if you'd like to go to a movie some time." Jean repeated. Scott smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. I'd like that." he said. Jean let out a small sigh of relief before giving him a smile of her own.
"Cool. Okay, then...we can decide when we go and what to see later then, if you want." she offered. Scott nodded.
"Yeah." Jean smiled and then turned to go back to her room. She grinned.
She'd asked Scott out on a date. And he'd said yes.
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"I don't want to." Wanda said in a whiny tone...or as close to a whiny tone as she would ever get. Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. He'd never met anyone who wouldn't want to and of course, it would be Wanda that wouldn't. Figures. He wasn't sure he'd ever figure this girl out.
"You're going. Now come on, Wanda, be a pal. Keep me company." he told her, giving her a pleading look and taking ahold of her arm so that he could be sure that she wouldn't run away or anything like that. Wanda shook her head and gave him one of her looks. It was a look that probably would've made the Brotherhood nervous. Kurt merely smiled at her.
"Fine. I'll go. But I want to make it perfectly clear that I am finding this to be a form of cruel and unusual punishment." she stated. This time it was Kurt who shook his head.
"It's an ice cream parlor, Wanda. You'll be fine. I promise it won't kill you and it won't send you flying back to the fifties or suck you into Pleasantville." Kurt assured her. Wanda sighed, coming close to pulling her arm away so that she could cross them over her chest before stopping herself. That would mean breaking contact with Kurt...oh Lord, she *did* like him. Which meant that Rogue was right. Damn. That meant that she'd have to pull her arm away on principle alone.
"Alright." she replied giving in and pulling her arm away before crossing them over her chest. Then she lowered her voice to a mutter. "I'm still doing this under protest."
Kurt rolled his eyes again and continued walking.
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"Man, this is boring, yo." Toad complained as he dropped down onto the couch next to Freddy, who was busy consuming a sandwich. He gave Toad a blank look.
"What's boring?" he asked. Toad motioned to the house.
"This! I bet that Lance is doing something interesting, yo."
Freddy paused, as if hesitating. "What do you think Pietro's doing?" he asked. Toad shrugged.
"Something more interesting than this, that's for sure."