Act On Impulse 3

Zee4: Sweet fan girl...thanketh you! I hope this explains why Kitty acts so tough there's a slight explanation I should have put in earlier I guess... Angelo confiscated my Pixie sticks (looks around nervously flaky surfer boy...). AND FINALLY I GOT A COOKIE...sadly...it's...stuck in the review screen AND I CAN'T GET IT WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. Enjoy the chapter and mucho thanks for the reviews! They've kept me alive! And sustained my plot-bunny!

Crazy Chick: Fan Girl how I love thee... You'll see the murderer soon but it won't be an easy capture. And (frown óó) Lance is more then a naughty plaything! Okay so he should be that on the show (RIP I believe). But still he'll be helping out in a non dirty way too...and the dirty way teeeheeee (drool mental image)

YAY! I got reviews...but I crave more or my muse-bunny dries up and I start sexually harassing Angelo. Also a big "Not-Slash-but-Do-Read" for CATgrl whose fics I enjoyed...even if they're not slash...don't ask me why I just did. And remember to send good Karma to Fallen Angel Overlord, he has a lot of fics that I insisted there be slash undertones in and he wrote a nice Beyblades fic that's still ongoing and based on Yaoi that he wrote at my request!

Anyway Angelo's heating up that water because he doesn't like me yammering and I sent him an animé sketch and...

Angelo: Oh DF...

DF: I amn't coming out of the press

Angelo: But I have a box of chocolates for you!

DF: Really? (Hops out and gets splashed) AUGH! IT BURNS! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Angelo: No it doesn't its tepid.

DF: Oh... -- IT'S UNCOMFORTABLE! AUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Chapter 3: The Coffee House Scene

Mocha Nation was a nice coffee house. The usual gold lighting and shades of brown and pale yellow with some deep red...autumnal, yeah, that was the word. Scott sat in a corner booth and reminisced. On... Life. Love. Lance.

He didn't expect Lance to pursue him; he'd just been after a lay and Scott had made him work for it. That was a no-no. The unfortunate result was now Scott was unbearably...well...horny.

"Hi Scott" a cheerful voice said. Jubilation Lee owned the coffee house; she displayed her art on it having used her first three commissions to buy it. She put the coffee on the table.

"Jubes I didn't order this," he said.

"No, but he did" she said and pointed at a tanned man with a goatee and red sweater. "25, bisexual art reporter for The Gallery magazine. Major into-you-vibe Scotty 2 Hotty". Jubilee wiggled her eyebrows.

"Uh...I...I don't know if I can accept" he stammered.

Jubilee narrowed her eyes and sat in beside him. "Okay spill you're sending me a wave of unusual behaviour" she said. "So let me take a guess..." she narrowed her eyes at him and cocked her head to one side. "You saw your ex with a new beau?" Scott shook his head. "You had guilty but body-ravaging-19-on-the-Richtor sex with some random man?" Scott's eyebrows raised behind his shades. "Okay...you had a threesome with two hot guys but one of them was a colleague and you had to face him at the water cooler?"

"NO!"

"Well you're distraught about something"

Scott flushed. "Okay I need to tell someone...look not here" he murmured.

"Come on" Jubilee said as she handed him the gift coffee dragged him towards the stairs to her exhibition rooms on the upper floor. Everything was white with paintings and sculptures by Jubilee and aspiring artists all over the place.

"Here we are" she whispered, the quiet was contagious and most came here for a pensive thought and philosophising. "So...what is it?"

Scott bit his lip and looked around. "Is this--"

"No its been there forever now spill" Jubilee snapped giving a vague wave at the sculpture he'd tried to use to distract her. "What is it that's crawled up your ass and died?"

Scott flinched. "It didn't die and it didn't exactly crawl," he muttered. Jubilee strained to hear. "Okay...I habbawertrim"

"You hauled an orang-utan?"

"No I hasixteem" he murmured

"Had sixteen? Sixteen what?"

"NO! Look I...I...last night I' dinorsemanmislip"

"What? You had a horse mantis clip?" Jubilee repeated with a shake of her ears

"I had a wet dream, a sex dream an ORGASM IN MY SLEEP," hissed Scott. He and Jubilee paused and smiled at the pair of nuns. "Afternoon sisters" Scott choked out before avoiding the reproachful glares (A/N: Neither I nor Angelo get on with religious institutions...except maybe Buddhism. For separate reasons)

"Oh God!" gasped Jubilee. She began to vibrate with laughter. She was snorting from holding it in as they sat on the bench...that she soon fell off. "Scott...oh..."

"Jubes I haven't had...one...in over a year and a half! The last one was during my odd Val Kilmer-Chris O Donnell stage!" Jubilee picked herself up and adjusted her purple skirt over the baggy blue jeans and then checked her white top under the bright yellow hooded top with no sleeves and a zip up the front.

She'd died her hair blue, pink and red at one side in a discreet fashion and also coloured in her shoes with erasers to match the overly bright beads on her wrists and neck (one of which was always edible for a quick sugar shot).

"Okay...was it better then the Batmobile?"

"Yeah" he said sheepishly.

"Ohhhhhh" Jubilees eyes widened. "Tell"

Scott moved apprehensively and chewed on his lip. "Okay..." he murmured. "Well I'm at the office..." Jubilee bit into a liquorice bracelet, her eyes wide and not moving from his face. "And then I get this intercom message saying I have a visitor and then he walks in a long leather jacket, loose white shirt and really tight leather pants and...he tells me I'm working too hard and he just gets my clothes off in the blink of an eye and...wham! I'm lying on my desk getting the cool back rub...okay intensely hot back rub with oil and then he flips me over and starts placing kisses down my chest and..."

"Stop now and I'll give you an early 4th of July," whispered Jubilee. "You aren't that cruel!"

Scott swallowed. "And then he's sucking and kissing my body as he moves down my body and his fingers are in me and he's massaging a much more interesting part of my anatomy and then he takes off his shirt and pants and silk boxers and just...goes in, I wrap my legs around him and he holds my wrists down and..." Scott was shivering in excitement. "And we're just screwing on my desk...loudly... and then I see these fireworks as we hit the spot, him sucking and thrusting and..."

He cut off and took deep breaths.

"What? WHAT?" Jubilee exclaimed.

"I woke up," muttered Scott. "With messy sheets tangled around me and a cold sweat"

"So you're in denial that you could possibly... have a wet dream?"

"No I...I just...don't know why it happened!" Scott said.

"Uh well when a man gets a happy thought it goes to his..."

"No I know that much I meant...why all of a sudden? I haven't seen any new movies or anything...no fantasies I can think of" Jubilee coughed out something like "-off at six" or "Office nix".

"Look Scott it must be someone you know...and that means you can probably do them and get it out of your system...Bobby's gotten a studly rating on the muffin-meter lately..."

"He's bonking John"

"I can spell threesome...can you?"

"Its not him"

"Then Who?"

"Lance! Lance!" Lance rubbed his forehead and sat up. Kitty's office was covered with pictures and framed magazine covers. It was cluttered around the desk and shelves behind it. There were takeout boxes in the bin and Lance was reminded again that she had no one to go home to and spent more time here then anywhere else.

"LANCE?" he smiled as the familiar tanned figure appeared.

"NATASHA!" he exclaimed and rushed to hug his cousin. They were quite alike, both tall and lean with sallow skin and dark hair. Natasha's fell in waves to her shoulders and she had a small scar on her collarbone from an attack by a mutant.

She was dressed in a purple halter-top, black trousers and Doc Martins with her usual beads and bangles around her wrists and a stone-bead necklace around her neck. Her blue eyes glimmered. "So how's my favourite Geographical manipulator?"

"I'm fine...fan mail from that magazine article is pouring in" he said.

"Yes I know that was my one bikini shot."

"What are you doing back from Genosha?" Lance asked. Natasha smiled and rounded the desk. Lance frowned...that was a strange smile he'd only seen a few times.

"Well Evan and Pie's funeral...I mean wedding...and then of course there's the Genoshan relief aid ball and after that I have to attend an autopsy of Magneto and Xavier's bodies and then I finish off by setting up an X-corporation Genoshan embassy here"

"Wait...X-corporation? I thought you were working on the clearing of the cities?"

"I am," she said. "But I am now Cassandra's right hand woman..." she grinned. "The building plan starts after Pietro and Evan's wedding" she smiled. "So you'll be heading there to over see it. They love the ideas" she smiled.

Lance twitched his lips. That cut into Operation: Befriend and Bed. "That's great!" he said. He hugged her and she giggled. "I'm so glad to see you"

"YOU ARE, LIKE, THE BIGGEST LUG NOT I'VE EVER MET"

"GO PHASE A GAG ON YOU BEVERLY HILLS REJECT"

Natasha and Lance took off down the row of offices and into the boardroom just in time for Kitty to throw a camera at Dominic's head. Dominic was the image of Lance but he had blue eyes and his hair was less unruly. He also dressed more neatly.

"When he said he had a meeting with Kitty I knew something would go wrong," Natasha muttered. Dominic ran an exasperated hand through his hair and glared at Kitty. She returned it with equal fervour and grabbed her suitcase. She marched out.

Dominic sat in at the long table near the framed "Glamour!" covers. "Why did I go into business with that idiot?" he grimaced. Lance frowned but stayed quiet. "I have nothing against her per say," sighed Dom. "But she is totally irrational. I know we hate each others guts but...its getting ridiculous now"

"Why? What was this fight about?" asked Natasha.

"Should the title be in red or blue this next issue" Dom said holding up two covers with lead model Allison Dane on the cover in a slinky black dress.

"Oh for the love of..." Natasha growled and clipped her twin across the head.

"I'm going to catch up with Kitty, she and I have some work to do"

"Wait...she's working with you?" Dom asked.

"Not on the magazine" sighed Lance. "We have a love-life operation on"

Natasha and Dominic shrugged and Lance walked away.

Kitty was beating the punch bag ferociously. "You okay?"

"Fine!" she snarled as she beat the bag around. "Your cousin is a jackass"

"I'll assume Dominic and agree" Natasha said as she walked past swiftly. Lance grinned and walked in. He stopped and picked up the picture on Kitty's desk.

"So what are we doing about Scott?" Lance asked, still holding the picture.

"Are you sure you're cut out for the work?" Kitty asked as she gave a spinning kick to the bag and knocked it into a pirouette. "You usually just hop on and hop off..."

"You're the last one to ask me if its worth it Kitty" Lance said. "I know that's what you were asking..." she turned and looked at the picture. "Peter wasn't an easy love for you to work on but you tried"

"And then I lost him when that bitch Damask Steed mentally peeled away at his brain" Kitty said coldly as she put the photo back in the desk, the frame thudding as it landed in the papers.

Damask. He'd never seen Kitty so angry and hate filled. Peter Wisdom had joined the main X-terminator team. Saved Wanda, Philippe, Mystique and a few other mutants with paranormal powers from a Paranormal Research Centre he'd worked in so Magneto and Xavier couldn't find anything in it.

He'd been heading for thirty and Kitty was just 18 despite her excelled grades and years. It had been before the Big Day then and she was in college. They'd grown close; he'd been impressed with her martial arts skill and cheerful nature. They'd been in love.

But it hadn't lasted. An attack on the Hellfire Club had faced them off against the Hellions (who were killed by Magneto and a man named Fitzroy) and then the Inner Circle of the English Hellfire Club. Damask had released a lycanthrope mutant called Van Roem on them (the Black rook apparently) and then a mutant called Feral. Lance remembered how Wanda had blasted Van Roem with a binding so Philippe could put him threw a wall and let Kitty stun gun him.

Kitty had done that...but Feral had gotten close and slashed at her. She was separated in the fight and Damask had sent her bladed chains at the girl. Peter put himself in their path and been killed to save Kitty in a horribly clichéd yet tragic and romantic way. Kitty had snapped Feral's spine with a powerful kick and in her vengeful rage...she'd murdered Damask.

Damask had been running but she couldn't escape Kitty who intercepted her and phased a hand through the woman's cerebral cortex and disrupted the impulses. Killing her swiftly and with all the pain she could manage.

Kitty had never been the same since. She'd been less valley-girl and more ninja-woman with a dark side. She just wasn't Kitty so much anymore.

"Your cousin is infuriating"

"I know..."

"Listen...invite Scott and his friends to our fund raiser for Genosha" she said as she retrieved a red envelope from her desk. "We'll work from there."

"How do I get it to him?" asked Lance.

Kitty sat him down in the sofa. "There's but one way grasshopper," she said sagely as she phased her hands through the desk. "Big Yellow Book" she dropped the enormous time on his lap and flashed a smile.

Lance was taking breaths. "You could have smashed a key component to this plan" he grated.

"Get looking dear boy," Kitty said.

Scott found the envelope when he went home and recognized it as Kitty and Dominic's magazine. He bit his lip...wondering if Lance would attend and who he could take...and if he even wanted to go.

The envelope ended up with all his files on the murders on the coffee table while he slept soundly.

TBC

Well? Review me and tell me what you thing. Do you like Dominic and Natasha? Is the future a nice place? Are you sad Peter Wisdom is DeadDeadDead? And to answer the question: No Jubilee does not run the café on her own. You'll meet her co-owner next chapter. And he's someone you should know. Give it a think and take a guess who runs the business with her!

Angelo: I'm happy to be helping you...but you neglected your Murderer sub-plot and how will Architect-Lance help?

DF: Well Lance is more then an Architect (much more drool) he'll be helpful in a few ways.

Angelo: Eww Innuendo...

DF: Want to help me check my Hardware? What do you say?

Angelo: I say stop with the innuendo

DF: Phneh