Nate groaned and lifted his head. Shit. Where the hell was Sandy? As he opened his chocolate brown eyes he spotted her board and remembered. Nate pulled himself up and walked slowly over and picked up her board. He didn't have enough strength to teleport to the others. Groaning, he started to walk.
Psymon kicked open the door and watched as it flew out the other side of the lodge. Alex and Brodi followed him inside as they looked around. The whole place was a mess. A bee came and sat itself on Brodi's nose. "Zoë, are you O.K?" Brodi asked. "Where is everyone?"
"Mac, Kaori, Griff and Sparky were hauled off by the FBI." Elise said reappearing in front of Psymon.
Allegra fazed through the ceiling "The normal riders are being 'protected' in some place in Toronto."
A new voice sleepily was heard. "O.K, where is everyone? I sleep for one night and the place is a sty." Rahzell said.
Everybody stared disbelievingly at him.
"You're joking." Alex said "You slept through EVERYTHING!?"
"Slept through WHAT!?" Rahzell asked.
"Got some more sleeping pills, huh?" Zoë smirked.
"Yes, actually – hang on! How do you know my pills went missing?" Rahzell asked suspiciously.
"I – er – had a case of insomnia," Zoë lied.
"And also one of nudity," Elise inputted.
"What?!"
"Nothing!" Zoë said quickly. "Let's get you some breakfast, shall we?" she said brightly, and uncharacteristically lead him away, making you're-so-dead faces at Elise behind his back.
Allegra sighed and started to fill the very confused and sleepy tour manager in on what had happened.
"Hang on." Psymon said. "Where are Sandy and Logan?" Everybody stopped and looked around. "Sandy stormed out yesterday . . . she'll be fine, right?" Psymon said, as if to reassure himself.
"Wrong . . . " Elise gasped and ran over to an exhausted Nate. "Sorry Stark. There was nothing I could do."
Psymon watched Nate throw something hard down in front of him. He scowled in anger trying to fight with his emotions; he turned away from Sandy's Apocalypse board to look at Brodi's worried face.
"They will pay . . . " The Buddhist trailed off.
Moby felt his head and groaned. "Where's my bleedin' helmet!?"
"That's the least of your problems." Returned a pissed off voice.
Moby opened his eyes fully and looked around the room. Mac and Kaori were still asleep next to each other, joined by Marisol who was close to them. Griff was asleep in Sandy's arms as he noticed when she turned angrily to him. "They fucking got us, Mobs."
"We have to save them." Zoë said. "Fuck knows what those idiots at the pentagon will do."
Allegra nodded in agreement.
"But how?" Elise said, "They'll have security everywhere."
"We've got super powers." Psymon said, "Lets use them."
"What's going on, Sandy?" Moby asked
"They're gonna test us. Experiments." She answered, "Lock us up like animals and the lark until we're dead. What a laugh. I always thought I'd die boarding."
Moby blinked. "But the others?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Have no chance of saving us." Sandy replied, "Face it. I'll never see Brodi or Psymon again, I'll never have the chance of kids, I will never see my nieces and nephews. And you. You will never see Alex again, AND SHE'S GOT TO HAVE YOUR BABY ALL BY HERSELF, YOU FERTILE BASTARD!!!"
Moby paled. "So she's really pregnant then?"
Sandy rolled her eyes. "No, Moby, we were just pissing around. Of course she pregnant, you stupid son of bitch,"
"Hey, you said you liked her!" Moby retaliated. Sandy frowned in confusion.
"Of course, I like Alex, you bloody idiot, she's my best friend!"
"My mother, you said you liked my mother!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?!"
"You called me a son of a bitch, but you always liked my mum, and . . . never mind," Moby stopped when Sandy advanced towards him with her fist raised.
"How are we gonna do this?" Zoë asked
"We can't go ripping shit outta everything." Nate added.
"You're right." Psymon added. "We need costumes . . . "
"Costumes? Why, are you going to a Halloween party? What as, yourself?" Nate said sarcastically.
"No, you stupid fucker. Where the hell do you think the Justice League would be now if they never had costumes?"
"What-? I ain't wearing no tights!"
"Oh, shut it, Logan, we all know you prance around in front of the mirror in your mother's lingerie!"
"Hey, don't you insult my mother!"
"Truth hurts, buddy,"
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"Are you? Or are you gonna get your mom to do it for you? Oh no, not the attack of the killer handbag!!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" Brodi yelled, making the one vase that hadn't been smashed by the FBI crack in half and fall on the floor. "Gentlemen, good friends of ours have been kidnapped by government and are no doubt being held in Area 51 to be experimented on. Can we focus, please?"
"Alright," Psymon said. "Gather the troops. We need a plan,"
"The troops are here, dumbass," Allegra rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah? Where's Miss Up-The-Creek-Without-A-Paddle?"
"Throwing up, probably," Brodi replied. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked gently. "Are you ok?"
"Fuck off!" came Alex's ever-pleasant reply. "Oh, what's my mother gonna say?!" they heard her wailing as Brodi walked back to the group.
"About what, sweetheart?!" Psymon called. "Getting up the duff or being targeted as a dangerous criminal by the government? If I were you I'd arrange your mother some therapy!"
"And if I were you, BOZO, I'd never have gotten that cock piercing! Do you realise I had to listen to Sandy complain about the time it cut her?!" Alex's voice echoed back to them.
"At least she's getting the good stuff, honeycheeks!" Psymon called back. "You must have been really drunk to bed ol' English – and forget the contraception!"
"For your information, cheese dick, that night was the best I've ever had – and if I wasn't concerned about brain damaging my child then I'd do you to compare!"
"You know what, if I weren't so concerned about my girlfriend, whom I love, kicking both our asses to kingdom come then I might take you up on that offer, candypants!!"
Alex came out of the bathroom, looking sardonically amused. "You do realise she's gonna have plenty of your ass after she finds out all the pet names you've been calling me for the past five minutes?"
Psymon's face blanched. "Ok, I'll strike you a deal. I won't tell her you offered to shag me and you won't tell her about the names, got it, sweet – I mean, Lexy?"
"Fine," Alex replied. "Just never call me Lexy again,"
"Done!" Psymon replied, rubbing his hands together.
Elise raised a hand. "I want it on record that in no way was I a part of that deal and therefore I am in no way responsible if Sandy somehow finds out,"
Psymon narrowed his eyes at her. "And I am in no way responsible if I accidentally break you in half,"
"Yes, but I am also in no way responsible if you are unable to find me to do that," With that, Elise disappeared, just as Psymon charged at the place she was standing, only to hit thin air. He looked around, and saw a lone footprint in the rubble. Grinning, he lunged in that direction, only to be tripped over and land flat on his face. Elise reappeared and knelt down next to him.
"Alright, Mr. Brains and Strength, what's your master plan?"
Sandy's left eye twitched. Once. Twice. She clenched her fists but reminded herself she couldn't batter the shit out of Moby with Griff asleep in her arms.
"I mean, are you sure? Because sometimes those things can be wrong. And you know, you girls are always forgetting your dates. Must be a woman thing – "
"Moby, I swear to God – "
"Mustn't swear with a minor in the room, Sand,"
"ARRRGGGHHH!!!"
"So you're sure?"
"YES, MOBY, WE'RE SURE, OK!!! She took a test, she's missed her periods, she's bloody pregnant!!! Congratulations, you're going to be a father!! Nappies, poop and all!! YAY!!!"
"So it's definite then?"
"Wait another six months, Mobs. Then you can be sure when a tiny person is forcing it's way out of her vagina!"
"Eww. I don't wanna see that,"
"Moby," Sandy said, her irritation showing in her voice. "You will be there whether you like it or not, and if you even THINK about abandoning her with a kid then I swear you'll be talking in an octave higher for the rest of your life!"
Moby made an o shape with his mouth. Satisfied that she's scared the shit out of him, Sandy sat back against the cold stone wall. Suddenly Griff stirred in her arms, before settling back to sleep again.
"Why you got him in your arms anyway?" Moby inquired.
Sandy gave half a smile. "Nate made me promise to look after him if he wasn't there to do so himself. That and I feel compelled to . . . " She trailed off and sighed leaning against the wall. "I dunno, Mobs . . ."
Moby grinned, "I remember the night you turned up at my doorstep soaking wet."
Sandy grinned, "It wasn't my fault."
"I know." Moby said, "It looked like you had better dreadlocks than me."
"Yeah, and your voice hadn't broken," Sandy reminded him. "The good old days of squeaky Moby. Remember Alex's nickname for you?"
"Oh, don't remind me love!" Moby groaned. Sandy let out a small laugh.
"I won't." She said quietly.
"You know after we got into this circuit we kinda stopped talkin' about the old stuff . . ." Moby said "Sandy? How are you doin' lately? Are you happy?"
Sandy smiled "Yeah . . . I guess I am. Minus all this vampiric shit. I'll never be normal again. I'll never be able to live the life I wanted to like this."
Moby grinned at her. "When has something like that ever stopped you before?"
Sandy grinned as well. "I suppose," she replied. "Oh, and Moby?"
"Hmm?"
"Do me a favour? Don't make Alex name your kid Rufus,"
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NA: Sorry it's a bit of a crap chapter. It's dickhead's fault.
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