Shiny
*****
Chapter 8
My starting note:
Kurtfan5678- .... Why?... E-LAB-OR-ATE
Risty- Gracias, once again!
Now, I don't mind getting criticism. I want this fic to be the best I can, and if people just say "its awesome" or something, then, yeah, that makes me happy, but what if its really not that good? If you give me pointers or something, that's great.
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Piotr sat down slowly, following the Professor's gesture. Ororo sat next to his desk, her legs crossed. The Professor pressed his fingertips together. "Now, as you realize, its been about two weeks since you and your brother and sister moved in here."
Piotr's hands tightened on the arms of the chair. "Are we a burden? I am so sorry, we can leave as soon as you wish..."
The Professor interrupted him by putting his hand up. He shook his head with a slight smile. "No, that's not it at all. We all love having you here."
Piotr relaxed back in his chair.
"In fact, I wanted to ask you a few questions, which is why I asked you to come here today. Now, as you know, its been two weeks since you've been here. I think now is a good time to ask you some questions concerning your previous residency, and more importantly, who lived in it."
Piotr nodded. He anticipated the questions. "I'm sorry, but Magneto never told me anything about his plans. I don't think he ever told anyone." He paused, but then at Ororo's raised eyebrow, elaborated. "He only told Sabertooth any information, because Magneto knew he wouldn't betray Magneto to the X-men, because of his feud with Wolverine."
"I understand." The Professor murmured, disappointed slightly. His hope was to glean some information about Magneto's plans, gaining the advantage.
"I'm very sorry, sir. I really wish I could be of more help."
"Its alright Piotr. You can go now." He said calmly. Piotr was a little surprised to hear the Russian pronunciation of his name. He had been telling everyone to call him 'Peter' ever since he got here, because Americans tended to have horrible trouble pronouncing his name. This way was so much more easier. He nodded, out of respect, and left the room, where he was immediately grabbed around the arm by Kitty, who phased him downstairs to the kitchen.
Charles Xavier rested his head in his hands.
*
Scott sat on the stairs, his eyes boring a hole in the door, figuratively. The professor wouldn't be too happy if he shot a huge hole through their front door. He looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed. He had been sitting there for at least an hour and a half, and his butt had fallen asleep already. People walked by all day, some snickering at him, other ducking away nervously, but he didn't really notice. He hadn't spoken in about three hours, except to tell Kitty not to drink out of the carton, which earned him a glare.
It was then he heard the sound he had been waiting all this time for. He hopped off the stairs, and ran out the door, with a speed that might have rivaled Pietro's. He smiled when he saw the red head step out of the taxi- cab, handing money to the driver, and ran to her, lifting her up in his arms. She laughed and put her arms around his neck.
"I've missed you so much." Scott whispered, after the two had shared a kiss.
"Me too, Scott." Jean picked up her bag, but it was taken by her boyfriend, as they walked back towards the mansion. "How have things been around here?" She asked, as they entered the doors.
They watched Sam chase after Bobby, who was holding his Darth Vader action figure. The two started wrestling on the floor, pulling each others hair and biting each other, calling them rude names. "Immature." Scott said, as they tired of watching this display. "And annoying." He let out a sigh. Jean gave him a peck on the cheek for comfort. He led her towards the kitchen, where they could sit and talk, with his arm around her shoulder.
*
Kitty leered over her cards, glancing at the other two faces seated around the table. Kurt licked his lips carefully and reached towards the deck. He picked up a card, and stuck it in the cards already in his hand. "Hey Peter..." he smiled, "Got any threes?"
Piotr shook his head. "Nope... Go fishes."
Kitty let a giggle escape her lips at the incorrect way he said it. He raised an eyebrow. "What did I say?"
She shook her head, indicating for him to forget it. "Quick! Hide!" Kurt hissed, ducking behind his cards. Kitty and Piotr looked around, wondering what could make their blue friend act like that. They quickly saw it... Jean and Scott had entered the kitchen, and, for the moment, were completely oblivious to the other three that were already there.
"Oh, crap!" Kitty quickly phased through her chair, under the table. Piotr just sat there, confused.
"What's going on?" He asked.
Kitty pulled on his pant leg. "Get down... before they see! They're creepy and mean when they're together!"
Piotr looked under the table. "There's no way I'm going to fit down there." He argued. Kitty sighed and phased her head through the top of the table, crossing her arms.
"Fine, fine." She looked over at Scott and Jean, who were nuzzling each others necks with their noses. She wrinkled her own nose. "Hiya!" She called out towards them, breaking their perfect little world where only the two of them existed. They glared at her momentarily, but then Jean's attention rested on Piotr.
"Whoa! What is HE doing here?" She asked, skeptical.
Piotr leaned back, clearly hurt at her tone. Kitty's eyebrows furrowed. "For your information, Peter left the Acolytes to save his family. A very brave thing to do, as you know how Magneto likes to take revenge." She almost spat out the words.
Jean squinted. "Fine... let's go Scott." She walked back out of the kitchen, almost leading her doting boyfriend by a leash.
Piotr looked at Kitty. "You think I'm brave?"
She blushed slightly, remembering her words. "Yeah... I do." She smiled sweetly, causing Kurt to raise an eyebrow, but he shook it off. He'd confront her about it later, but now, he had a game of 'Go Fish' to win, and he licked his teeth thoughtfully. He had three Kings that were begging for another friend.
Unbeknownst to Kurt, Kitty was absentmindedly rubbing up and down Piotr's leg with her foot, which didn't raise any objections from the Russian.
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(A/N: Nice eh? So the next chapter will NOT be a filler chapter. Does that make y'all happy?
REVIEW! Please... it'll make me happy. How about your new years resolution is to review my story! So... hockey is too cool for school. As is Darth Vader. How can he stand being so cool? I really really really despise Hilary Duff. I can't stand her. Ugh. She's horrible.
*****
Chapter 8
My starting note:
Kurtfan5678- .... Why?... E-LAB-OR-ATE
Risty- Gracias, once again!
Now, I don't mind getting criticism. I want this fic to be the best I can, and if people just say "its awesome" or something, then, yeah, that makes me happy, but what if its really not that good? If you give me pointers or something, that's great.
***
Piotr sat down slowly, following the Professor's gesture. Ororo sat next to his desk, her legs crossed. The Professor pressed his fingertips together. "Now, as you realize, its been about two weeks since you and your brother and sister moved in here."
Piotr's hands tightened on the arms of the chair. "Are we a burden? I am so sorry, we can leave as soon as you wish..."
The Professor interrupted him by putting his hand up. He shook his head with a slight smile. "No, that's not it at all. We all love having you here."
Piotr relaxed back in his chair.
"In fact, I wanted to ask you a few questions, which is why I asked you to come here today. Now, as you know, its been two weeks since you've been here. I think now is a good time to ask you some questions concerning your previous residency, and more importantly, who lived in it."
Piotr nodded. He anticipated the questions. "I'm sorry, but Magneto never told me anything about his plans. I don't think he ever told anyone." He paused, but then at Ororo's raised eyebrow, elaborated. "He only told Sabertooth any information, because Magneto knew he wouldn't betray Magneto to the X-men, because of his feud with Wolverine."
"I understand." The Professor murmured, disappointed slightly. His hope was to glean some information about Magneto's plans, gaining the advantage.
"I'm very sorry, sir. I really wish I could be of more help."
"Its alright Piotr. You can go now." He said calmly. Piotr was a little surprised to hear the Russian pronunciation of his name. He had been telling everyone to call him 'Peter' ever since he got here, because Americans tended to have horrible trouble pronouncing his name. This way was so much more easier. He nodded, out of respect, and left the room, where he was immediately grabbed around the arm by Kitty, who phased him downstairs to the kitchen.
Charles Xavier rested his head in his hands.
*
Scott sat on the stairs, his eyes boring a hole in the door, figuratively. The professor wouldn't be too happy if he shot a huge hole through their front door. He looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed. He had been sitting there for at least an hour and a half, and his butt had fallen asleep already. People walked by all day, some snickering at him, other ducking away nervously, but he didn't really notice. He hadn't spoken in about three hours, except to tell Kitty not to drink out of the carton, which earned him a glare.
It was then he heard the sound he had been waiting all this time for. He hopped off the stairs, and ran out the door, with a speed that might have rivaled Pietro's. He smiled when he saw the red head step out of the taxi- cab, handing money to the driver, and ran to her, lifting her up in his arms. She laughed and put her arms around his neck.
"I've missed you so much." Scott whispered, after the two had shared a kiss.
"Me too, Scott." Jean picked up her bag, but it was taken by her boyfriend, as they walked back towards the mansion. "How have things been around here?" She asked, as they entered the doors.
They watched Sam chase after Bobby, who was holding his Darth Vader action figure. The two started wrestling on the floor, pulling each others hair and biting each other, calling them rude names. "Immature." Scott said, as they tired of watching this display. "And annoying." He let out a sigh. Jean gave him a peck on the cheek for comfort. He led her towards the kitchen, where they could sit and talk, with his arm around her shoulder.
*
Kitty leered over her cards, glancing at the other two faces seated around the table. Kurt licked his lips carefully and reached towards the deck. He picked up a card, and stuck it in the cards already in his hand. "Hey Peter..." he smiled, "Got any threes?"
Piotr shook his head. "Nope... Go fishes."
Kitty let a giggle escape her lips at the incorrect way he said it. He raised an eyebrow. "What did I say?"
She shook her head, indicating for him to forget it. "Quick! Hide!" Kurt hissed, ducking behind his cards. Kitty and Piotr looked around, wondering what could make their blue friend act like that. They quickly saw it... Jean and Scott had entered the kitchen, and, for the moment, were completely oblivious to the other three that were already there.
"Oh, crap!" Kitty quickly phased through her chair, under the table. Piotr just sat there, confused.
"What's going on?" He asked.
Kitty pulled on his pant leg. "Get down... before they see! They're creepy and mean when they're together!"
Piotr looked under the table. "There's no way I'm going to fit down there." He argued. Kitty sighed and phased her head through the top of the table, crossing her arms.
"Fine, fine." She looked over at Scott and Jean, who were nuzzling each others necks with their noses. She wrinkled her own nose. "Hiya!" She called out towards them, breaking their perfect little world where only the two of them existed. They glared at her momentarily, but then Jean's attention rested on Piotr.
"Whoa! What is HE doing here?" She asked, skeptical.
Piotr leaned back, clearly hurt at her tone. Kitty's eyebrows furrowed. "For your information, Peter left the Acolytes to save his family. A very brave thing to do, as you know how Magneto likes to take revenge." She almost spat out the words.
Jean squinted. "Fine... let's go Scott." She walked back out of the kitchen, almost leading her doting boyfriend by a leash.
Piotr looked at Kitty. "You think I'm brave?"
She blushed slightly, remembering her words. "Yeah... I do." She smiled sweetly, causing Kurt to raise an eyebrow, but he shook it off. He'd confront her about it later, but now, he had a game of 'Go Fish' to win, and he licked his teeth thoughtfully. He had three Kings that were begging for another friend.
Unbeknownst to Kurt, Kitty was absentmindedly rubbing up and down Piotr's leg with her foot, which didn't raise any objections from the Russian.
***
(A/N: Nice eh? So the next chapter will NOT be a filler chapter. Does that make y'all happy?
REVIEW! Please... it'll make me happy. How about your new years resolution is to review my story! So... hockey is too cool for school. As is Darth Vader. How can he stand being so cool? I really really really despise Hilary Duff. I can't stand her. Ugh. She's horrible.