Disclaimer: I, a poor fanfiction writer, own nothing of that which is property of Marvel. I do, however, own Danny, her numerous animal acquaintances, Arcane(should he show up), Julian(in this story his small form yet again returns!), and characters that I do decide to create for purposes of this story. It's plot is mine, because it has been preying upon my imagination for awhile, and I have been dying to write it. Other than that, please enjoy!
Morpho: A six inch long blue butterfly that lives in the South American Rainforests.
A/N
Another reg-verse Danny story! This idea has been buzzing in my head for quite a while now, and to tell the truth, I was a little nervous about writing it, it may take a walk on the weird side, but I'll try to keep it true to form for all my other fics and try to keep it from getting confusing. I know that's a bad habit on my part. Hope you all like it!
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"I GOT IT! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Leaves whipped around my face as I fell. I made a clumsy grab onto a vine, making it by scant inches. My prize was still in one hand as I went careening into the jungle, totally off balance and holding onto the vine for dear life.
Silly girl, let your body go slack!
I swiftly did what she said, and managed to get some control over my still swinging vine. Well, I wasn't twisting and turning anymore. I still couldn't get off. And I was heading right towards a bunch of trees.
"This.may hurt."
Jump silly girl! Some male voice yelled.
(You have got to be kidding.) I let go of the vine and went flying into a branch, which hit my stomach. I doubled over the branch and winced as the bark roughly scraped my skin. On an upside, I wasn't flying through the air. And I had my prize.
A slightly squashed fruit.
A very smelly squashed fruit, that stunk really bad. And now the juice was all over my hand. But that was okay. Because I got it.
The branch I was clinging too took a sudden dip and I yelped, hanging on as the tree branch swayed. I was quite a bit higher than the ground. It would not do to fall.
A large monkey, just having jumped on my branch, reached out and plucked the fruit from my grasp.
"Hey! No fair!" I glared at the large howler monkey. He just gave me a grin with his teeth full of fruit. I really wasn't that angry. I wasn't going to eat the fruit anyway, it stunk pretty bad, but still, I climbed up that tree and got it. And he stole it!
Not that I was in any condition to climb up and take it back. I wasn't about to go cavorting through the trees just to get back a fruit that I didn't especially want to eat. But still, it was the principle of the thing.
"Ah, a fine young male of the species, Alouatta palliate, is it?"
I almost lost my grip in surprise. The male gave a little growl and jumped up higher into the tree. Taking a glance over my shoulder, I saw that Mr. McCoy was sitting on a branch not far away, looking incredibly amused.
Of course, this couldn't have been to the fact that I was hanging off a tree branch some forty feet off the ground in shorts and a t-shirt in bare feet, or that I had been glaring at a monkey, or that I obviously didn't know how to get up or down off the branch I was doubled over.
"Hello, Mr. McCoy."
"Hello Danny. Aren't you supposed to be back at camp? This is supposed to be a grading exercise."
I groaned inwardly. The grownups had come up with the idea that not only were we to go to school, but we had to come onto these little fieldtrips to complete grades that the Professor had laid down to help with the fact that many of us were being forced to take classes that weren't challenging us. Not that I was complaining, it was great to visit new places, especially the old ruins and the foreign cities, but I couldn't seem to resist wandering off, and more often than not, I got into trouble for it. Earlier this morning, a bunch of howler monkeys camped out above our camp, and I had to go talk to them.
Partially because some of the other girls threatened to take away my clothes if I didn't get the big alpha to stop howling.
I did, started talking to some of the older females, and got caught up in a game that some of the younger monkeys were playing. And I lost track of time.
"Oops." I gave him a little grin. Really, I wanted not to make so much trouble. I never liked making trouble, or making people upset with me, though that didn't mean I wasn't going to stand up for myself.
"Do you need help down?" He asked, swinging easily over to a closer branch. I was insanely jealous. I wanted to be able to do that! It looked fun.
"Yes, sir. Please." I tentatively held out a hand, afraid that only one hand holding onto the branch wouldn't be enough. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me over and dropped to the ground.
"YAAH!" I panicked and grabbed his neck, holding on like I was going to die. In no time, though, we were on the ground and he was trying to detach me from his throat.
"Perhaps I should have warned you." He said apologetically.
"Yeah.Maybe.Just a little warning."
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"These ruins are many centuries old, belonging to a people whom deserted them for reasons unknown even now."
Ms. Monroe was pointing to the outer wall of a massive ruin. I looked up, amazed. It wasn't everyday you see something like that. A giant pyramid shaped temple, a massive stone wall.this place must have been something else some several thousand years ago.
Our big group, consisting of Scott, Jean, Ray, Kitty, Sam, Rogue, Rahne, Jubilee, and myself, split of into three smaller ones, following our guides on this tropical adventure. My guide was Mr. Logan, who had been less then amused when I snuck off earlier that day and vowed to keep a close eye on me. Scott and Kitty were in my group. Scott confused me a bit. He had already graduated, yet he was sticking around. I bet it was for Jean. She wasn't quite graduated yet.
Kitty bounced around in her normal, happy go lucky attitude. Scott was looking at rocks that were obviously part of a wall with feigned interest. I was letting my mind wander.
Doggy had not been allowed to come on this little trip down to South America. Not only was it illegal for dogs to cross the border, but he might catch some sort of disease down here. That was always a risk when moving animals to different regions. So, I left my dogs with Julian and Jamie, who weren't allowed to come either. But on a happier note, they were camping with Kurt, with this mutant called Angel. I never caught his real name, but apparently he'd been itching to go out and fly somewhere where he wouldn't be seen, and he was well-known by the Professor and some of the others. Julian practically was bouncing off the walls when he heard. He was so cute when he was excited. So I just had to let him go.
The jungle was nice and loud, and not just in the way of the ears. Colors were splashing everywhere, and the background noise had been almost deafening when I first came. The Professor offered to help me control the noise, but I don't think I'll take him up on it. After all, it's better to hear them then not too. I wasn't sure why. It was comforting to hear them.
"Doolittle! Don't lag!" Mr. Logan's gruff voice growled. I immediately sped up. Mr. Logan was going to take us into the forest and teach us some stuff about survival. The three groups were taught different things and then cycled out, so they could learn something else. This was our time with Mr. Logan. Personally, I was more interested in the ruins, but this could be fun too.
Yeah. Survival training with Mr. Logan. Fun.
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"Hunh?" I jerked my head around to look at something that wasn't there. It was just as I suspected. Nothing was there.
"Doolittle! Get over here!"
"Sorry! I'm coming!" I ran to catch up, pushing away the strange call as a trick of hearing. For all I knew, it was just some monkey arguing with it's sibling.
Nothing to worry about.
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