"So you see" Charles explained slowly. "You have both lost your memories and seemed to be teleported to my mansion by a third party" Both the girls lay on respective beds, though the apparently older one was more slouched and the perky American was mostly sitting up.
His wheelchair was positioned in between the two beds as he laboured to explain what had happened despite the fact of not knowing himself.
"It is obvious you are of different nationalities" He stated and the Brit rolled her eyes which she had cleaned off any residue make up after her unfortunate dip into the pool.
"Give the man an award" She muttered and the American giggled. "You are British" Charles continued regardless though the Brit's flippant and sarcastic manner was ever so slightly irritating.
"He's like state the obvious man," the American stage whispered to the Brit.
"State the obvious bald man" The Brit returned. Charles grit his teeth and pretended he didn't hear that and continued. "We are not aware where you are from within the retrospective countries."
"Pity," said the American. "Why do I get the feeling that it really doesn't matter, anyway?"
"Because they'll keep us here till they figure it out. So it doesn't matter where we're from" The Brit answered and then Charles had a light bulb moment.
"Can we stay somewhere else?" the American asked. "Because the utter whiteness is starting to hurt... or can I at least get some new glasses?"
"For the time being that can be amended" Hank said helpfully as he passed her some new glasses. "I analysed the fragments from your old glasses and drew up some new ones"
"I believe you two will be sharing a room" Charles said quietly. "At least till we can figure something out" The Brit looked over and sighed. "Ah well. It's only an American squirt. They're all over the place.
"Yes, we are!" agreed the American, putting on her glasses. "Wow, you ARE bald!"
"I don't lie" The Brit said reproachfully as the American giggled and patted her arm. "I know. It was just amazing how completely bald this bald dude is. What's your name again Mr Bald Dude sir?"
"Professor Xavier," he responded, with the ageless patience of someone who's had to put up with clueless teenagers all his life.
"Oh, a professor!" cried the American, looking embarrassed.
"Where did you graduate" The Brit asked scrupulously as she inspected her fingernails calmly. "Yale" The professor answered yet the girl didn't look convinced. "Can we go into our new rooms please?"
"You can follow Warren and Kurt to your room," Xavier continued, pointing at them.
The American flipped him a cheeky two-fingered salute and the Brit followed her with a shrug. "So, the blue one is Kurt, right," the American went on, "and then the one with the six-foot wingspan is Warren, and the-" Just then, a girl dressed all in pink stumbled out of the wall, falling in front of them
"And the ghost is?"
"Kitty. Why did you fall out of your room?" Kurt asked as he walked along with of course a big fanged smile. "I heard the voices so I like decided to investigate. I stuck my ear to the door and forgot to not phase" The girl shrugged and the Brit sighed theatrically. "Is there anyone here who isn't happy all the time?" She implored the sky.
"Oh, 'course," Warren agreed. "You should meet her roommate."
Kitty shot him a death glare. "Rogue has a reason to be depressed!"
"Just because of her gifts?" Warren shot back as Kitty snorted. "It's pretty hard for her to like overcome" She returned and glared.
"Her powers will develop and change like us all" He said smugly and the Brit raised a brow. "Does that stick up his arse sold separately or is it a fringe benefit." She said loud enough for him to hear.
The American, Kurt, and Kitty all giggled while Warren shot the Brit a death glare.
"What powers?" the American asked. "Did I miss that with the whole breaking-my-wrist thing?"
"As much as Mr Big Bird over there missed it with the getting a clue thing" The Brit smiled pleasantly though her eyes flashed with irritation. "I think we've stumbled on a cult" The American said, though she hid her giggles.
"We are not a cult!" Kurt cried. "...At least, I don't think we are." He eyed Warren suspiciously, who gave him the evil eye.
"And which one's ours?" the American said, adding a short attention span to the list of annoying things about her.
"That one" Warren pointed and held open the door as Kurt bounded in followed by Kitty and the AA (Amnesiac Anonymous). The Brit waved wryly as she walked by Warren and patted him in a patronising manner on the head.
Of course in the room, levitating an extra bed through the huge window was Jean Grey. "Uh oh fussy red head at twelve o'clock" The Brit said to the American who nodded. "Maybe they weren't lying about this powers gig after all"
"WOW!" cried the American. "Can you do that all the time?" Jean nodded, looking amused. "COOLY!"
The Brit rolled her eyes. "And you shut up."
"I didn't say anything," she responded, eyebrows raised.
"Close enough," responded the American, bouncing on the bed farthest from the window. "Wow! Posh digs!"
"God what did I do to deserve this?" The Brit implored the ceiling as she threw herself onto the bed closest to the window and looked at Jean Grey who promptly introduced herself. "Hello. I'm Jean Grey and you are…?" She asked them.
"Beelzebub" The Brit answered.
"And I'm her minion!" chirped the American, beaming at them.
Jean blinked.
"You can tell it's going to be... interesting around here, eh, Kitty?" Kurt asked, nudging her.
"Interesting isn't the word," the Brit muttered.
"What is the word?" The American asked cheerfully.
"Bloody irritating" The Brit replied as the American giggled. "Again with the perky?" The Brit asked and rolled her eyes.
"I'm rarely anything but"
"Well... I think," she added, blinking. "Boy, the no-memory thing is a drag. It could be because I'm tired!" she went on, bouncing back to the other subject with barely a blink.
"And then Cap'n Blue gave me those pain meds, those ain't helpin'..."
"You mean Hank?" Jean put in.
"Oh, prolly," the American agreed.
"I remember one thing" The Brit announced and looked at Jean with mischief.
"What?" She asked eagerly and the Brit supplied the answer:
"Your hair is the exact same shade as the lampshades" She answered and then the American finished:
"Sharing the love with weird nicknames since 2005"
"Lampshade girl! With her amazing floaty powers of DOOM!" She giggled. "Adding an 'of doom' makes everything sound cooler, don't you think?"
"I think it sounds just nifty" Kurt said with a big grin then swore in German. "Acht I am late" He then ran and bamfed out of the room. "He's got a danger room session" Jean explained and walked out of the room. "So have I" She waved and the Brit gave a mock salute.
The American mirrored the gesture, grinning. "You know what we need to do?" she asked the Brit.
She rolled her eyes and asked, "What?"
"We need names. Something we can go by so we won't get confused."
"How about ditzy? It describes you quite well" Quipped the Brit and stuck her tongue out to show she wasn't being mean. Then Angel piped up with "How about Bitch. You do an awful good job of being one"
"No, no, let's be nice here," said the American, holding up her hands. "Being nice may not solve everything, you know, but it'll annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. Anyway, how about A and B? Because it describes our nationalities AND gives us something to go by... admittedly, letters, but still!"
"How very archaic" Said the Brit who was clenching her fists to make sure that she didn't slap the big bird. "But I suppose it will suffice even if it seemed that I am in the minority " She then raised a brow and waved to Angel.
"Alright Big Bird. You can go now"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, ain't very good, but we'll settle, hmm?" A said, trying to make peace.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, ain't very good, but we'll settle, hmm?" A said, trying to make peace.
B gave her a scathing look. "I'll bitch with you later," A agreed. "But I'm feeling perky right now, so sue me."
"I'll leave you to your madness. I'll come and get you A and B for dinner " Angel told them and walked out, closing the door with a sigh of relief then wincing with the B's shout of "I heard that!"
"Big Bird doesn't like us much, does he?" A commented.
"And that's a bad thing?" B responded.
"Good point."
A/N Co written again in a tag method. So if you see a contrast in writing styles you'll know why. R&R To the people who want to be in it. I'll be putting you in a couple of chappies time.!