Review Answers: First of all, my favorite reviewer, I like your nit-pickyness! Helps me a lot! Yes, I did use an English to French dictionary, and yes, Sean doesn't know a lot of French, like me! And yes, I do love angst and overdramatics and everything else! mwahahahahahaha! yes, anyways!
Disclaimer: Some of these characters are mine, some are my friend Kathrine's alias SouthernRebelGal, and hell, I even threw some off to marvel! (Thank God for Stan Lee!)
A/N: I tried to make this chapter a bit longer. Also, if you try to line the plot of this story witha ny other story, you'll have no such luck. This was made entirely from my own head! The characters, I would give descriptions, but, ya know, I found a good place for 'em in the chapter. Please read and review!
"Sean!" Paige called out in the mansion driveway. "Sean! Get down here!"
"Mom?" Sean came down to the driveway in an almost crash. "Dad wasn't supposed to tell you…I wanted it to be a surprise." He heaved a sigh when he finally set his backpack down with all of his stuff.
"Your father had to get back to his work."
"Hmph, imagine that"
"Sean, don't be like that, not tonight…I baked ya a cake and…and everyone's changed a lot, they can't wait ta see ya Sean."
"Yeah, they can. I'm tired…do I still gotta room here?"
"No, not yet. I wasn't expecting you till about an hour ago when your father dropped me off. But you can sleep in…um…I'm, sorry, Sean…I should have found a room for ya…I t doesn't feel vereh invitin', but…you can sleep on the couch…"
"Sounds fine, mom, I'm tired right now and anything but moving sounds good." He kissed her before heading inside. Immediately, memories of when he was younger flooded his mind. "Hey mom?" he asked, and turned around, facing her.
"Does Jade still live here?"
"Jade Summers?"
"Yeah, Scott's daughter."
"Yeah, she does, why?"
"Nothin' really, just wonderin'…I bet she grew up real nice, huh?"
"Beauty or personality?"
"Both…I hope."
"Well…"
"Lemme guess, she ugly as hell but has the heart of an angel?"
Paige stared off in the distance.
"Okay, she's hot and she's bitter?"
Paige smiled a little and nodded.
"That's too bad…"
"Why's that, Sean?"
"Hm, I was just thinking of old times. We used to be good friends ya know? And that was when she was hideous."
"Sean," Paige scolded.
"Oh, c'mon, you know she was, admit it."
"Ah'll hear nothin' more of this, g'night Sean."
"Night, mom, love ya."
"Love ya too, Sean. I'll see ya in the mornin', 'kay?"
"Yeah, mom, night."
With that, Paige reluctantly left her son to find his way to the recreation room and find his 'bed' there.
Sean didn't have to difficult of a time finding his way to his 'bed'. He plopped himself down over the arm of the chair and fell asleep almost instantly.
"Desiree, please get up, hun…" Rogue pleaded, banging her fist on the door. She could easily break down the door and completely violate her daughter's privacy…but she saved that as a last resort.
"Ah'm neveh comin' out! Not till ah have mah Seany back!" Desiree cried.
"Sweeteh, it's three in the afternoon, your father an' ah aint seen ya since that boy left…Why don't ya call 'im, Des'?"
"If he loves meh, he'll call meh!" She may have been in despair, but she still had her priorities 'in order'.
"Des', does he even know dis numbeh?" Rogue questioned.
"He lived 'ere for four years, mom."
"Ah know, but it aint lahke he called 'ere whole lot."
"Mama, he's a Worthington, ya know they don' forget numbehs."
"Ah s'pose ya right," Rogue sighed. "Please, Des', please come out from there."
"No!" Desiree screamed back at her and with that, refused to answer anymore of Rogue's pleas.
"Who's that?" the common murmur came from the recreation room.
"Do you all realize that he may be trying to get some sleep?" a sympathetic voice chimed in. The owner of this voice was a charming young girl of no more than seventeen. She had brown skin and lovely, vibrant, white hair.
"Shut up, Zaira," came a much less sympathetic and far more antagonizing voice. The owner of this voice was a redheaded girl of about the same age, give or take a year. She had almost pale skin and shining green eyes, despite the anger that seemed to emanate permanently from them.
Sean awoke abruptly and with a start, the result of this being a nice fall onto the ground, banging his arm on the coffee table just a foot away from the couch. "Ah, since when is it a custom to watch a guy while he sleeps?"
"About the same time when people decided they could come invited to a mansion and sleep on another person's couch," the redhead retaliated.
"I see you all have noticed a new individual here," Professor Xavier's voice came from out of nowhere. And indeed, the entire crowd of about six or seven people watching Sean had thought that Xavier was just behind them. This proved misleading, however, as it was a telepathic message. "I apologize for the uninvited telepathic message, but I find my actions justified as it would seem to me that you're not properly respecting this young man. However, I would like to thank you, Zaira, for defending the boy."
Zaira smiled while Jade mimicked her in a detestable fashion.
"The young man's name is Sean Worthington, the son of Warren Worthington and Paige Guthrie-Worthington. Some of you may find the name familiar, this is because he lived here until four years ago. And whether by fate, choice, or force, he has made his mind up to come back again. So on the behalf of the X-Mean, Sean Worthington, I welcome you to my home and apologize for the inconvenience of this telepathic message. I am unable to leave my work as of now, I hope you will find the room that has been set up for you a consolation for my intrusion. I hope to see you at a later time. Goodbye, Sean."
Jade looked more closely at the boy on the boy and recognized him immediately. "Sean!" she cried, running to him and jumping onto him and staying there. "Sean you're back! You're back! You should have told me you were coming!"
"This is a bit different then the way ya just invited me," Sean smiled, hugging Jade closely as she clung ecstatically to him.
Just as quickly as Jade had jumped onto him, she let go of him. And again, out of nowhere, she slapped him.
Sean stared in awe at his once best friend. "Well what the hell was that for, Jade?"
"For leaving me!" she whined.
"My God, don't remind me of anything that has to do with the word 'leave'."
"Sean, you've gotten so much more…ick, tacky!" Jade laughed, poking his sternum.
"Hm, and you've lost the hea—"
"Don't you dare say it Sean."
"Fine, fine. Ya look beautiful, Jade, but now the question comes…Who is this lovely woman?" Sean asked, looking at Zaira.
Zaira blushed slightly, "My name is Zaira…Zaira Howlett."
"As in…?"
"Yes, Logan's daughter."
"Lemme take a guess at who yer mom is…hmmm…It couldn't be Ororo by any chance, could it?"
"Yes, she is. I came here only a few years ago."
"And where were you before?"
"Many places…My mother took me to Kenya…Cairo…I've been to almost every state in the United States," she said proudly.
"Wow, that's interesting," Sean mused, though he could care less where she had actually been.
"Anyone wanna tell me who the rest of these people are?"
"Oh, excuse my manners," Zaira said somewhat shyly. "This is Damien," she pointed to a man that stood a stature of six foot, give or take a few inches. He had long, brown hair, pulled back into a loose ponytail. His hazel eyes seemed to eb distracted with something else as he fumbled a cigarette from his pocket. He slipped it between his lips and with what seemed like nothing, the end lit on fire. No doubt what his mutant power was.
Zaira continued: "This is Dominic," she motioned to a man a few inches shorter than Damien. He wore an entirely black outfit, including what looked like eyeliner. His hair, too, was long and he simply wore it freely, letting it over dramatize his head movements. Despite what one might think, he wasn't much of a Goth, it was more of a style that seemed to fit him. His thin lips curved upward as he smiled faintly in Sean's direction. It may be good to some extent to note that Zaira lie in Sean's direction.
She moved on to the next girl: "This is Nira," at this point the reader may want to know that she and Sean shared an exchange of glances and grins. She was much shorter than most of the crowd, five and a half feet, but to match her height, came her age, she was a year or two younger than most of the people. Her eyes shone of a whirlpool of emerald; one may also like to recognize that this is quite literal; her eyes had a swirling design of a fantastic shade of green. Her braids of dirty blond scattered among her face and the rest of her head. She wore somewhat of a skimpy outfit, consisting of a yellow bikini top and a faded green, almost light brown, mini skirt and white and blue boots.
Zaira continued: "This is Garrison," she motioned to an almost scrawny young man with a gaze that made him look like he was staring into space. Cerulean eyes matched his nose length blond hair. His age matched that of Nira's, which ranged anywhere from fourteen to sixteen. He was about the same height as her, but with his entire form, it was easily told that he had a personality of a troublemaker, very similar to that of our beloved Jubilee.
That leads us to the next person whom Zaira introduced: "And this is Jubilee," she showed Sean a teenager about the same age as Nira and Garrison. Her dark hair was about the length of Garrison's, but a bit longer and her bangs were much shorter. She was also the size of Garrison, they were, best said, counterparts. They had similar personalities, which was easily shown through their faces and bodies, and similar forms, including height, weight, and, as the reader may notice later, the same powers; more or less.
Sean went through and shook hands with each of the persons, though all of them except for Dominic and Nira seemed a bit distracted. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but ya think someone can take me to my new room?"
At the invitation, Zaira, Jade and Nira all ran up to him, begging for the chance to take him to his room.
Sean smiled at this; but for some reason, it just seemed wrong to do, with his relationship that had just come to an abrupt end with Desiree. "Nira, will you take me to my room?"
Nira quickly smiled and grabbed his arm leading him through the recreation room to the entryway, up the staircase, through the boy's dormitory and finally at the last room on the right. "This'll be your room," she smiled wide. "I'll show you the inside," she finished and opened the door, Sean following behind her. His eyes widened as he dropped the bag he had brought from downstairs, on his new floor.
"Hm, should we test out the bed?" Sean asked, his grin apparent.
"You plan on having more than just one person on your bed?"
"Only if you feel the urge to join me, Miss…"
"I don't know," Nira whispered.
"You don't know your last name? Well, that's a new one."
"Well, I don't exactly have a perfect past."
"So tell me about it."
With that, the two lie on the bed and Nira began her history from what she remembered.
What do ya think?! Does anyone want me to go into detail of Nira's past? Or shall I just make it a broad thing? I won't start the next upfate till I get feedback on whether or not to put down a history.
