Anything but ordinary3:Well, things are about to get a little more confusing. This chapter deals a little bit with what Charles thinks of the boys' behavior. As for Bobby getting the Professor to talk to the guys, well he will be having a chat with them later on.
demiducky25:Thanks! I haven't finished freaking poor Slim out. Yeah I know there's a whole lot of misunderstanding right now but that's part of the fun in writing this.
Killjoy:Glad you liked it.
HealerAriel:LOL, yeah I realized that the thought of Xavier having Karma Sutra is disturbing but it will be explained. I'm not sure if you'll find the answer any less disturbing but hopefully it will make sense. I think I'm warping Scotts' mind, but hey it's fun. : ) Poor Bobby is the only X-Man out of the loop.
And many thanks to Beaubier for beta reading this for me!
Chapter 4: I am Not the Pervert!
Only one last class before dinner: English. Scott would be glad when this day was over. It was worse than the time Bobby had accidentally froze--then shattered his clothes during a Danger Room session. The only saving grace was the fact that this had happened before Warren and Hank had arrived. Still, he would be mature about this and keep his youngest teammate from having his mind warped.
"Not that it's any of your business, Summers." He reprimanded himself. Scott knew that but he couldn't help feeling so protective of Bobby. Even if he had inadvertently revealed Scotts' 'tighty whiteys' to the Professor.
Shaking off the last thought, he picked up his misplaced textbook and went off to class. Nothing seemed amiss when he entered-- other than Hank and Warren's whispering, of course. They both greeted him cheerfully which he only acknowledged with a curt nod, letting them both know he was still in a mood. Bobby arrived shortly afterwards and almost dropped his belongings when Hank asked him to sit between Warren and himself.
"Come on kiddo, we always make a good team. I'm sure even you could learn a thing or two from me." Warren said confidently. The younger boy paled.
"Maybe he doesn't want to learn what you want to teach him." Scott remarked.
"And maybe you should mind your own business, Slim." Warren shot back, not really mad but annoyed all the same.
"This team is my business, mister, and I say leave him alone." The winged mutant snorted at this.
"You'll still mad about--"
"I don't want you showing off that--" Scott couldn't bring himself to mention the title, "—thing!" Bobby's eyes widened at that, much to his confusion. "I don't care what you two do but I don't want it all over the school!"
"'All over the school?' There're only the four of us--"
"Well I don't want to walk in on that in the library again--"
At this point Bobby glanced back and forth frantically before he managed to sputter, "Where in the library?!"
"Really Scott I believe you are over-reacting to this—" Hank interjected.
"Was it on the desk I sit at?!" Bobby blurted out.
"--No harm is coming of it." Hank ignored his younger friends' outburst and tried to be the voice of reason.
But the dutiful leader would have none of it. "It's already throwing off your training, it's distracting, and all you two seem to do is fight."
"It's not as bad as you make it appear. And if you are worried about--certain parties getting involved I can assure you that will not happen." Hank had tactfully managed to get to the root of Scott's outrage without getting Bobby upset for being treated as the 'kid.' It was a rare talent that the others his age seemed to lack.
"Good, because we can do without it."
The next moment the Professor came into the room, and all arguments died from their minds. English was almost over when each student was asked to read from a section of Hamlet from their books. When Scott's turn came he frowned at the page. It had obviously been ripped out. and crumpled before being placed back into the book Had someone damaged his book? He wasn't sure if it was off color or if it was just the way the light hit it. Being able to only see in one color didn't help him.
Still he began to read in a loud, clear voice, only half paying attention to what he read. Behind him one of his friends gasped, another snickered and Hank uttered something about 'stars and garters.' It wasn't until he got to a certain line that he realized what he had just read. Blushing furiously he crumbled up the loose sheet and turned around to glare (even though they couldn't tell) at the others.
Of all their stupid jokes…
"That was a--very enlightening reading Scott. May I have a word with you after you dinner? After you finished with the dishes?"
"Yes, sir."
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The kitchen was deadly quiet when Charles entered. The cook had the week off so he had charged each of the boys with different kitchen duties. Hank had already begun setting the table balancing the plates precariously from his feet as he walked on his hands. Usually he didn't mind the young man practicing his abilities but now it just seemed…unhygienic. Casting a disapproving glance he wheeled himself into his place at the head of the table.
"Henry, isn't it Warren's turn to cook?"
"That is correct, Professor."
"Then where is he? Hasn't he prepared the meal yet?" Charles asked, barely containing his exasperation.
"He's waiting for it to arrive, sir. He ordered it awhile ago." Hank replied joyfully seemly unaffected by his teachers' demeanor.
"Why can't he cook one meal?" Charles mumbled to himself. Breakfast was frozen waffles, lunch was Scotts' leftovers and now we have take out. Couldn't he attempt to make the effort?
Hank had wisely decided to remain silent. He had just reached for the silverware when the Professor quirked an eyebrow.
"Henry?"
"Yes Professor?"
"Use your hands please."
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If nothing else, dinner was an interesting affair. Warren had ordered some spicy food that Bobby wasn't quite certain if he liked. Even a snowman could get burned by some of that stuff. Much to his surprise, the Professor didn't seem to mind the food, he actually seemed to be used to it. Still he cast his third X-Man a disapproving glance for ordering take out.
"Didn't they say spicy food was supposed to be good for something though? Like the heart or…?" Warren inquired motioning to his pile of food. The oldest X-Man was about to reply when Xavier laughed.
"Hardly, but it is known to be an aphrodisiac." Xavier retorted dryly. Bobby choked on his meal, even with his limited knowledge of the 'facts of life' he knew what that meant. Not to mention that it had been his teacher to say it. Not that Charles Xavier had ever been hesitant to correct a student but still…
Warren looked thoughtful for a split second before he attacked his meal again with new vigor. Beside him Hank chuckled and whispered out of their teacher's earshot. "Are you trying to tell us something Warren?"
Said mutant could hardly respond with his mouth full, but settled on a mild glare. Bobby tried not to stare, he really did, yet he couldn't help himself. It was really too much information for him. Not only were two of his teammates…doing it…they were talking about it in front of them! Were they still trying to get him involved?
"Has the proverbial cat got your tongue?"
"You better not be trying anything, icebox."
Bobby frowned. "What?"
"You're staring." Hank clarified.
"Oh, I guess my mind was somewhere else." He almost missed the quick exchange between the others. Hank shot Warren a concerned look. Warren rolled his eyes as Scott's body language took on a more combative form and Xavier gave a great sigh obvious wanting nothing to do with another adolescent clash.
Bobby was about to finish his meal (struggling to forget that his friends were sexually harassing him) when someone's foot rubbed against his calf. Much to his horror he could not stop himself from gasping in shock. The whole table glanced at their youngest member before Scott cleared his throat. "Um…sorry about that, my foot slipped."
For the briefest and most fleeting of moments Bobby wondered if all his classmates were homosexual before he laughed out loud at the absurd thought. Once again this drew the attention of the others.
"…Uh, no prob, Slim."
Once dinner had concluded it was up to Bobby and Scott to clean up but the other two X-Men hung back for company. Bobby was bantering with Hank about Shakespeare's work on Hamlet when the other mutants bickered out of their earshot until their voiced rose.
"Look it was an honest mistake; I didn't put it there on purpose! I know your upset but you should have known what you were reading--" Warren snapped.
"Gentlemen please, I'm sure this can be settled."
"If we didn't have this perversion in the house Hank--" Scott shot back.
"Hey don't talk about them like that!"
"Well it's true Bobby, we'd all be better off without it! Now the Professor probably thinks I'm some kind of s-sex crazed manic." Scott grumbled indignantly.
"You're not?" The smaller boy inquired innocently.
"Of course not! Those two are the ones with the problem! They can't get by one day without gawking at--"
"Scott--" Hank tried valiantly to get his teammates' attention.
"--that filth--"
"--trying to corrupt--"
"--Sco--"
"--Bobby with this trash!"
"Uh Scotty?" All three boys nervously indicated over the others' shoulder. Slowly, almost comically, their leader turn about to confront a very grim faced Professor Xavier.
"I believe the five of us of a lot to discuss, don't you agree?"
Next Chapter: Xavier tries to make sense out of what's been happening. Wish him luck.
