Shiny
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Chapter 5
*** (A/N: Yes, things are being explained... slowly. And as slowly are they being explained this fic is being written even slower... and I apologize... to all of my ::cough:: many many readers. ::cough::)
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They got off the jet. Illyana's eyes opened wide at seeing the hanger. She squealed with delight and ran off towards a rather sparkly panel. Piotr ran after her, concerned.
"I don't get it..." Kurt mused. "She seems too happy for a kid whose parents were just murdered."
"I believe I must take responsibility for that, Kurt." The Professor interjected. "That young man," He looked over at Piotr "asked me before we left if I would take down the tragedy in her mind. I'm psychic." He added to Mikhail, who had had a questioning look on his face. The eldest Rasputin nodded.
"Smart idea."
Logan snorted, clearly bored, and walked off. He left the hanger and walked into the hallway, arms crossed, eyes downcast in thought. He didn't see where he was going, so that is why he bumped into Ororo. A gruff apology escaped his lips.
"Its fine." She responded. "Where were you?"
"Went with Chuck to Russia and picked up some family of Colossus. Poor kids. Magneto got there before we could and killed their parents."
Ororo shook her head, twinges of sympathy in every movement. Then after a moment of uncomfortable silence asked "Are they staying?"
"Don't know. Uh... I gotta get going." He said, pausing. "I'll see you later." He turned around, heading towards the elevator.
"Yeah.. See you." Storm said, her eyes full of disappointment. She went the opposite direction.
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"I believe it would be best if you stay here for the time being." The Professor said, staring over at Piotr and Illyana, who were standing in front of him. "We wouldn't want to impose. We'll be fine. You've done enough for us." Mikhail stepped forward.
"It is no problem. We have more than enough room here."
"He's right! And Magneto is like, still out there. This is probably the safest place you could be right now!" Kitty exclaimed.
"She does have a point there."
"And you're sure it's not a problem?" Piotr asked.
"No problem whatsoever." The ever kind professor smiled.
"Alright. We will stay with you for the time being. You have my thanks, once again."
At that moment Ororo walked through the hanger, turning something over in her mind, causing her to bit her lower lip just slightly. But that look of confusion or frustration was swept off quickly as she heard Xavier call her name.
"I'm sorry Charles, I didn't catch that."
"These three are going to be staying with us for a while. Ororo, do you think you could please show them some rooms?"
"Of course. Follow me please."
Mikhail picked up his sister and put her on his back. She turned around slightly and waved a vigorous goodbye towards Kurt and Kitty, before clasping her arms once more around her eldest brother's neck.
Piotr thrust his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Things had changed so much in the past twenty four hours. He had lost safety, but gained freedom. He had lost his parents, but regained his siblings. He clenched his hands in the confines of his pockets. He would have to do something about that. Magneto wouldn't get off the hook. He might have to stay in the safety of the X-Men's headquarter for now, but as soon as he could, Magneto would get his. As shown in everything he had seen so far in this country, the bad guys always get theirs in the end.
He mused on this, with anger and sadness, but a twinge of amusement, until the white-haired woman stopped before a door. She opened it, revealing a large room. Two beds were set against opposite walls. An open door in one other wall revealed yet another room, but slightly smaller. Illyana hopped off Mikhail's back and ran over to the bed, jumping on it, laughing as she went higher and higher, as small children often times do.
"I hope this is comfortable." She stared at Piotr, her eyes squinting slightly. "And, just for your information, he knows what happens here, in this house. Thoughts, actions, you name it." She then smiled somewhat, and left.
"What did she mean by that Piotr?"
"I don't know." He replied, turning his attention to the picture of the boat on the wall, in hopes that Mikhail wouldn't dwell any further on the subject. He really didn't want to go into some things at that moment. In fact, he didn't want to go into some things ever. As that old, overused saying goes: What they don't know, wont hurt them.
Illyana flopped down on the bed and started laughing uncontrollably. She soon became twisted up in the sheets, and resembled a butterfly just coming out of its cocoon.
Kurt slid his head through the door. "Am I interrupting?" With the silence that answered, he drew his own conclusions and slipped all the way through the door. Even though one couldn't tell it by reading his face, he was very intimidated by the two large Russian men. "We, Kitty and I, were wondering if the little one would like to join us in getting some ice cream."
Illyana tried to hop up and down again, but just succeeded in falling off the bed. Piotr knelt down and unraveled her from the tangled up sheets. "You can go if you would like to, Illyana."
Illyana smiled widely and gave her brother a hug. She ran over to Kurt, still entranced by his ever twitching tail. He grinned, and turned back to her family. "Uh... do you guys want to join us?" He added nervously.
Mikhail grinned. This could be a time to test out the effects of his lovely facial hair on the women of America. "Count me in, my friend."
The last thing Piotr wanted was to go out at that moment. He just wanted to sink slowly into his thoughts. Actually, that wasn't exactly true. The last thing he wanted to do was to sink slowly into his thoughts alone. He shrugged and followed the other out the door, making sure to turn out the light on his way out.
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((A/N: Hm... mediocre chapter. I"m not as proud of it as I am of the last one. However, its better than some oft he crap I've written.
So, PLEASE PLEASE send me some feedback. Again, I was pretty disappointed with the turnout. Tell your friends to read and review. I love reviews when people criticize or find faults. That was I can fix these things. And, tell me what you want to see.
Hell, I don't care if all you do is talk about... soccer in your review... actually. Soccer is boring. Talk about hockey or football. Uh... Happy Late Halloween!
I get to see the Matrix tomorrow! Whee!
GO BEARS! GO BRONCOS! GO BUCS! GO LIGHTNING! GO AVS! GO DEVILS!))
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Chapter 5
*** (A/N: Yes, things are being explained... slowly. And as slowly are they being explained this fic is being written even slower... and I apologize... to all of my ::cough:: many many readers. ::cough::)
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They got off the jet. Illyana's eyes opened wide at seeing the hanger. She squealed with delight and ran off towards a rather sparkly panel. Piotr ran after her, concerned.
"I don't get it..." Kurt mused. "She seems too happy for a kid whose parents were just murdered."
"I believe I must take responsibility for that, Kurt." The Professor interjected. "That young man," He looked over at Piotr "asked me before we left if I would take down the tragedy in her mind. I'm psychic." He added to Mikhail, who had had a questioning look on his face. The eldest Rasputin nodded.
"Smart idea."
Logan snorted, clearly bored, and walked off. He left the hanger and walked into the hallway, arms crossed, eyes downcast in thought. He didn't see where he was going, so that is why he bumped into Ororo. A gruff apology escaped his lips.
"Its fine." She responded. "Where were you?"
"Went with Chuck to Russia and picked up some family of Colossus. Poor kids. Magneto got there before we could and killed their parents."
Ororo shook her head, twinges of sympathy in every movement. Then after a moment of uncomfortable silence asked "Are they staying?"
"Don't know. Uh... I gotta get going." He said, pausing. "I'll see you later." He turned around, heading towards the elevator.
"Yeah.. See you." Storm said, her eyes full of disappointment. She went the opposite direction.
- - -
"I believe it would be best if you stay here for the time being." The Professor said, staring over at Piotr and Illyana, who were standing in front of him. "We wouldn't want to impose. We'll be fine. You've done enough for us." Mikhail stepped forward.
"It is no problem. We have more than enough room here."
"He's right! And Magneto is like, still out there. This is probably the safest place you could be right now!" Kitty exclaimed.
"She does have a point there."
"And you're sure it's not a problem?" Piotr asked.
"No problem whatsoever." The ever kind professor smiled.
"Alright. We will stay with you for the time being. You have my thanks, once again."
At that moment Ororo walked through the hanger, turning something over in her mind, causing her to bit her lower lip just slightly. But that look of confusion or frustration was swept off quickly as she heard Xavier call her name.
"I'm sorry Charles, I didn't catch that."
"These three are going to be staying with us for a while. Ororo, do you think you could please show them some rooms?"
"Of course. Follow me please."
Mikhail picked up his sister and put her on his back. She turned around slightly and waved a vigorous goodbye towards Kurt and Kitty, before clasping her arms once more around her eldest brother's neck.
Piotr thrust his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Things had changed so much in the past twenty four hours. He had lost safety, but gained freedom. He had lost his parents, but regained his siblings. He clenched his hands in the confines of his pockets. He would have to do something about that. Magneto wouldn't get off the hook. He might have to stay in the safety of the X-Men's headquarter for now, but as soon as he could, Magneto would get his. As shown in everything he had seen so far in this country, the bad guys always get theirs in the end.
He mused on this, with anger and sadness, but a twinge of amusement, until the white-haired woman stopped before a door. She opened it, revealing a large room. Two beds were set against opposite walls. An open door in one other wall revealed yet another room, but slightly smaller. Illyana hopped off Mikhail's back and ran over to the bed, jumping on it, laughing as she went higher and higher, as small children often times do.
"I hope this is comfortable." She stared at Piotr, her eyes squinting slightly. "And, just for your information, he knows what happens here, in this house. Thoughts, actions, you name it." She then smiled somewhat, and left.
"What did she mean by that Piotr?"
"I don't know." He replied, turning his attention to the picture of the boat on the wall, in hopes that Mikhail wouldn't dwell any further on the subject. He really didn't want to go into some things at that moment. In fact, he didn't want to go into some things ever. As that old, overused saying goes: What they don't know, wont hurt them.
Illyana flopped down on the bed and started laughing uncontrollably. She soon became twisted up in the sheets, and resembled a butterfly just coming out of its cocoon.
Kurt slid his head through the door. "Am I interrupting?" With the silence that answered, he drew his own conclusions and slipped all the way through the door. Even though one couldn't tell it by reading his face, he was very intimidated by the two large Russian men. "We, Kitty and I, were wondering if the little one would like to join us in getting some ice cream."
Illyana tried to hop up and down again, but just succeeded in falling off the bed. Piotr knelt down and unraveled her from the tangled up sheets. "You can go if you would like to, Illyana."
Illyana smiled widely and gave her brother a hug. She ran over to Kurt, still entranced by his ever twitching tail. He grinned, and turned back to her family. "Uh... do you guys want to join us?" He added nervously.
Mikhail grinned. This could be a time to test out the effects of his lovely facial hair on the women of America. "Count me in, my friend."
The last thing Piotr wanted was to go out at that moment. He just wanted to sink slowly into his thoughts. Actually, that wasn't exactly true. The last thing he wanted to do was to sink slowly into his thoughts alone. He shrugged and followed the other out the door, making sure to turn out the light on his way out.
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((A/N: Hm... mediocre chapter. I"m not as proud of it as I am of the last one. However, its better than some oft he crap I've written.
So, PLEASE PLEASE send me some feedback. Again, I was pretty disappointed with the turnout. Tell your friends to read and review. I love reviews when people criticize or find faults. That was I can fix these things. And, tell me what you want to see.
Hell, I don't care if all you do is talk about... soccer in your review... actually. Soccer is boring. Talk about hockey or football. Uh... Happy Late Halloween!
I get to see the Matrix tomorrow! Whee!
GO BEARS! GO BRONCOS! GO BUCS! GO LIGHTNING! GO AVS! GO DEVILS!))