ACT7: DoorCrashers


author: Lucinda
rating: PG 13, no pairing
disclaimer: I do not own anybody in this story
distribution: if you have permission yes, others please ask
note: takes place slightly before and during part 1 of FT9



After a long awkward time of sitting and thinking about the discovery
of Magneto's cancer and expected resulting death, they had gone up the
stairs to sit in the living room. Her parents were gone, but they had left
the television on a channel that was talking about the weather in Florida.
Willow changed the channel, and now it was about how the special effects in
movies were made to look real. After a while, he realized that he was
hungry.

"What sort of food is there?" Sabertooth asked Willow.

They had looked in the kitchen, but the options were fairly few, and
mostly either canned or produce. Sabertooth was not particularly fond of
vegetables. Thinking, he had an idea.

"Hey, Red. Let's order pizza. There has to be somewhere in this town
to get a big pizza with lots of meat on it." As he spoke, he gestured to
indicate how big a pizza he meant.

As the discussion continued, he made a discovery. He had never tried to
convince someone who ate kosher to order a pizza with bacon and ham and
sausage and pepperoni and.... well, he wanted one with lots of meat. Willow
seemed to have problems with some of those ideas, and so he was trying to
persuade her that really, he could eat the whole meat pizza, she wouldn't
have to worry about kosher diet. They could get Willow her very own pizza,
with no meat at all if she wanted, although why anyone would want a pizza
with no meat was beyond him.

He was once again gesturing to indicate the size pizza he thought they
should order when he caught scent of someone he should know... Wolverine.
The next thing he knew, the metal clawed mutant had attacked him, knocking
him to the floor and toppling the coffee table and the magazines placed on
the top of it. Snarling, he felt the urge to kill his attacker, an urge
fueled by more than his own instinct, something from back before.....

This wasn't why he was here. As he managed to prevent the silvery
claws from taking his head off, he remembered. He was here to keep Willow
safe, not to fight old rivals. He punched the dark haired man in the face
as hard as he could, stunning him briefly. He leap to his feet and grabbed
Willow. Throwing her over his shoulder, he bolted out the door, a trio of
teens scattering as he charged.

He ran from the house, intent on gaining as much space as possible.
Xavier's people had found him. They had some reason for being here, and he
couldn't let them endanger Willow because of it. Eventually, he had to
stop. His lungs were demanding air, and the wound on his shoulder had torn
open again. There were little cuts from Wolverine's claws. Nothing to
serious. Willow was worried, but unharmed. She insisted on making certain
his wounds weren't to serious.

"Who were those people?" She looked at him, her eyes bright with
questions.

He should have known nothing would stay simple in this town.

end A Cat's Tale 7.