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"Come on you two wake up!"
"One-eye insisted that we eat breakfast with them today in case you forgot."
"And we were supposed to have been there fifteen minutes ago."
Fred, Todd and Pietro were all banging on the door to Lance and Rogue's room, trying to wake up their missing family. What they weren't expecting was for the door to fling itself open, sending them all flying backwards. Lance was standing in the doorway, cotton pyjama trousers slung low on his ships, faint lines on his bare chest from where he'd been laying on an uneven pillow his hair all mussed up and flying in a hundred different directions. As the three boys looked on the caveman growled, raising his fist as he prepared to fiercely defend his territory.
"What the fuck do you three idiots think you're doing? Wait; don't answer that, I don't wanna know. Just go away, tell One-eye that were alive, but we have absolutely no intention of dragging our asses out in that rain for a fucking breakfast."
With that he retreated back into his den and slammed the door, and just to enforce that fact that he didn't want to be disturbed, they could hear him drag a heavy object, probably the table across the door so they couldn't open it. Not without breaking it anyway which would get Rogue on their case.
"So, breakfast anyone?"
"Have they gone?"
"Yeah."
After Lance had barricaded the door he slid back into bed and wrapped his arms around the adorably sleepy Rogue. Her hair was tangled, her face pale, a long red scratch blazing from the ivory skin on her shoulder from where she'd slipped yesterday and caught it on a sharp twig. The strap of her tank top had twisted round and slipped down her arm, but she'd never looked more beautiful. It had to be that he wasn't properly awake yet, he'd never be thinking this poetry crap otherwise.
"Can we just stay in here all day, completely shut the world out."
She sounded like a five year old.
"I was planning on it. We've spent three weeks sorting this place out, painting every room, complete with ceiling, we've hauled all the new furniture in, I've had to spend more time in Todd's room than I ever wanted to. Today we are not leaving this room. And if anyone complains we'll just tell them we're allergic to cats and dogs."
And with matching smiles they sank back down on their pillows. Doing nothing took a lot out of you, and the sound of rain falling was a soothing lullaby to fall asleep by. And Lance didn't feel the slightest bit of sympathy for his brothers who were out there when it was pouring cats and dogs.
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"Do we have to go Rogue?"
At her nod Lance sighed and pulled himself into a black hoodie. A rip in the front showed the tips of the flames encompassing his neck. Smiling at her sulking boyfriend Rogue leaned over and lightly kissed his forehead before she threw on her leather trench coat.
"I know you don't like going up to the school babe, but it was one of the conditions for us being allowed to live here. And they have got better."
"No, they haven't got better. 20 of them aren't pulling out stakes and crosses whenever you walk by, that's it. The rest of tem are just as bad, if not worse. That ex of yours especially. Why the hell did you ever go out with him."
"It seemed like a good idea at the time."
He obviously wasn't satisfied with her answer but knew it was useless to argue with her, besides; he loved threatening the little icicle, he still whimpered every time one of the boys walked past. It was hilarious.
As soon as they were ready they left their bedroom in a cloud do indigo smoke, and reappeared at their customary dinner table. They then proceeded to laugh and enjoy an evening with their brothers and their friends. Ignoring Pietro's remarks and Logan's growls about what they'd been doing all day.
It was actually a fairly quiet dinner, there were only two earthquakes and they were very faint, more like very mild aftershocks. And Todd only pulled someone of their seat with his tongue once; it was a vast improvement over the first week.
At Ororo's insistence after dinner they all moved into the TV room to watch a film, it was while they were walking through the foyer, arguing about what they were going to watch when disaster struck. Magneto, Mystique, Sabretooth and Pyro were all standing there talking to the professor who had left the hall about ten minutes ago. John was standing there, flicking his lighter, but he froze as he saw Rogue, but no one noticed the flames going out of control.
The boys had all gathered around Rogue and Pietro and were glaring at the Acolytes. The older three Acolytes weren't much better off, staring at the Brotherhood in shock. The professor was just confused, he could hear their minds shouting half finished questions, 'what the…' 'Why are they here?' 'What's going on?", but he couldn't quite see what they were all so worried about. Or he didn't until Rogue and Pietro spoke.
"Father."
"Momma."
I updated again, I hope everyone like this chapter and please review :)
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