Act On Impulse 7

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The Travel Scene

Mickey and his twin watched the silver pipeline being constructed. "What a pipe-dream" Rae muttered. "Come on"

"I miss Dream" Mickey said with a sigh. They skied down the side of the mountain.


Dream floored the black Corvette, her black Cleopatra Style flowing in the wind. "Cassandra's so glad you'll be here for the party" she said. "The Republic of Genosha is making a bid deal of it, fire works, floats…everything and you have to be there."

Lance and Scott were sitting apart, Lance was sprawled as best he could to one side of Bobby while Scott sat stoically, reading his files and pretending not to be casting the occasional glance to Lance (A/N: Rhyme!) who was wearing an open Hawaiian Shirt and tight blue jeans.

"What can you tell us about any strange happenings?" Mystique asked from the passenger seat. "Since…two days ago or thereabouts?" Dream shrugged.

"Not much, we ran our computers for data on anyone who'd come from America to find mutants with sonic powers…nothing and no-one came up" Dream sighed. "I'll keep looking" she morphed into Arnold Schwarzenegger and grinned. "Zay cannot run Zay Cannot Hide!" she morphed back into herself. As an expert in espionage Dream was a very useful ally, Mickey had fallen in love with Mackenzie St. Helen because she'd stuck with him through thick and thin, their team of mutants was wiped out by Onslaught but Dream had stood up to him over Mickey's injured body.

Mickey was one of the most powerful telepaths on the planet and Rae was the most powerful telekinetic…together they were a deadly psychic force. Mickey had manifested multiple powers due to schizophrenia that they had tapped into after The Catalyst. Dream and Mickey had finally officially announced plans to marry.

A few years on and still nothing.

The car was travelling at top speed down the seaside road. "Kitty's at the embassy for the shoot, Pietro and Evan haven't let her out of their sight…that shouldn't last long…they'll be at it like rabbits in about 3 minutes more" Dream shrugged.

The gates to the embassy opened and the car cruised up to the X-Mansion-like building. They climbed out. "Come on" Dream said. "Kitty wants a shout with you two" both men winced. They followed Dream up the stairs and out onto a large veranda where Kitty was pacing around in a purple t-shirt and beige shorts.

"In the next five seconds – explain why I'm currently tempering Allison when I should be keeping her silent on a photo shoot?" Kitty grated. There was fire in her eyes. She looked incredibly angry, probably because Allison Bates was a snotty little princess with dreams of grandeur. She was also a top model so Kitty humoured her until her idea for "normal women on the cover" came through.

Dominic was sipping tea. "Where's Natasha?" he asked.

"At the airport" Lance shrugged. "She was dealing with some people they lost her bags I think". Dominic nodded solemnly. "And I expect we'll be sending wreaths to them soon enough."

Scott looked down at the pool. Dream had taken off down the steps, morphed into an Ursula-Andress-style bikini in black and white and dived in. Tabitha, Sam, Leech and a few other recognizable faces were in the pool. As Scott admired the view Lance did the same…but Scott's backside was his main scope.

I'll thank you to NOT "hop on him" anywhere other then your room Lance and people –swim– in that pool, so don't even think it

Dressed in her explorer outfit and coming up the steps was Cassandra Nova Xavier, she wore a silver helmet that resembled the head of an Alien from the Alien Series, its blue bulbs glowed at various times. She held a large parasol that shaded her face from the sun. "Hello children" she said.

"Mrs Xavier" Lance nodded.

I won't warn you twice, don't even think about fooling around in the pool, the kitchen, the class rooms, the gym, the locker rooms, my study, the lab, the Cerebra Room, my study, the garage, any of the cars save maybe the Cadillac with the leopard skin interior, the pantry, the fridge, my study, the library (well I may be flexible on what you do in the periodicals section) and especially NOT MY STUDY. YES MR ALVERS I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE CONSIDERING DOING FOR YOUR KICKS AND THE THRILL

Lance winced. Cassandra took a seat. "So, you're being hunted Kitty"

"So they tell me" shrugged Kitty. "Personally I don't see the connection. So what about the magazines?" Mystique explained but Kitty was still unconvinced. Pietro and Evan appeared from the sauna looking oddly contented. Evan was wearing long swimming shorts while Pietro was dressed in silver Speedos.

That was another contrast between them. Pietro had posed nude for a few magazines (before they got together) while Evan had shied away from the camera as best he could. Pietro's porn stardom was still pretty strong but only from old pictures that he wasn't ashamed of. Evan blushed whenever it was brought up…it was the difficult part of their relationship. Pietro tended to get naked with very little provocation while Evan was too shy to even wear shorts above the knee or anything that showed too much chest.

Evan blushed as Dream gave a wolf-whistle. Pietro gave a smirk and grinned. Wanda was reading beside the pool, she looked over the edge of her glasses and rolled her eyes at her twin brother.

"As you can see we have many mutants here" Cassandra said. "Kitty is in safe hands". Scott nodded. "You're not so sure…are you Scott?"

"I'm just worried, this is a psychopath we're dealing with," he said. Scott walked into the house and headed to his room. He was stunned to find Lance leaning on the door. "How did you get up here so fast?"

Lance gave a sly smile. "One of the kids here is a teleporter"

"We're not having sex," Scott said bluntly as he entered his room

Lance sighed. "Well can you look at my plans at least?" he said as he followed Scott in. "I've got a basic design for the new hospital but I'd appreciate knowing -" Scott darted forwards swept Lance into his arms and kissed him. Scott moaned and then pushed away. "What the fuck was that all about?"

"I won't sleep with you. I won't sleep with you. I won't sleep with you" chanted Scott, more to himself then Lance. "I – Won't – Sleep – With – You!"

"We won't necessarily be sleeping per say" Lance said.

"I can't sleep with you!" Scott exclaimed. "I – I can't" he whimpered and slid down onto his bed. Lance sat down with him, the shellshock wearing off…Dream burst in the door, she looked distressed.

"It's Mickey and Rae!" she exclaimed. "There's been an avalanche!" Lance looked at her. "Please! They've been trapped in the pipeline itself!" Scott hopped to his feet immediately.

"I'll go"

"Me to" Lance said. "No arguements"

"I'll fly you out there…thank you!" Dream said as she fingered the small but extremely expensive diamond ring on her finger. Scott looked at Lance.

"I don't care if you don't want to sleep with me," Lance said. "I can wait until you do… or just survive on kisses like that". He turned and walked away. Scott removed his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. Lance walked down the hall. Kitty was having a shouting match with the model Allison who was on the cover again.

"NO! WE ARE SOOOOOOOO NOT USING THAT IDEA!" Kitty shouted. "THAT'S THE SAME IDEA VOGUE HAD LAST WEEK FOR HUGO BOSS' SAKE! GET SOME ORIGINALITY"

Lance rolled his eyes and walked on


The snow-capped mountains of Genosha were a skier's paradise. Chalets were already being built. The black helicopter flew overhead. "They had personal GPS devices," said Dream as she handed them a small hand-held screen. "Hurry, Rae and Mickey are here far too long already…"

"We'll get them out" Lance said.

Dream smiled and nodded. The chopper swooped low and Scott and Lance dropped out. The landed straight into the ski position and zoomed down the hill. A flare of silver lanced through the air – that meant Rae was conscious, but not full able, Rae would have moved the snow with his telekinesis unless he was injured, or worse Mickey was and Rae was using his powers to help him.

They were strong psychics but they were weakened sometimes…

Scott's heat vision let him see them – he could judge the distance easily. "They're near – not too cold but their body temperature is dropping so – let's go…" he said.

"On it" Lance nodded. "Wants a ski ramp?"

Before Scott could respond a slab of stone and earth burst from under the snow and formed an icy ramp – Scott was quick enough to brace himself and go shooting off the end into the air with Lance.

For a moment, he and Lance floated there and there was no denying it was perfect. Lance's smile, the floating, the sun and the snow… then they crashed down to the earth and Scott had to sigh at how it was a metaphor for his life.

He skidded to a halt. "Mickey? Rae?"

"About friggin time" croaked Rae. He had blood streaming from his left arm and a nasty bruise on his cheek. Mickey was curled up in a ball, whimpering like he had when he'd been freed from Rodney the dominant Pyrokinetic personality of his schizophrenia. Mickey's arm was obviously broken and there was a nasty cut on his smooth cheek.

"What happened?"

"We were attacked" said Rae. "They triggered an avalanche and we barely got to safety, but Mickey was in so much pain he couldn't telepathically call for help so I had to try – it didn't go well but he lent me enough strength to make a Cylinder shield so we could block the snow – it's not very cosy but it does the trick"

"How ever did you get the planning permission?" smirked Lance. He lifted Mickey up…that's when there was a ferocious explosion. Lance swung around. His eyes telescoped their vision. He saw the shape, the bulky black ski suit and the ski mask…the sonic waves rippling from the blurring arms…

It was the Rainy Day Killer.

"Rainy Day Murderer" murmured Scott

"And not a cloud in the sky"

"No but a few tons of snow" commented Rae. The waves of snow rushed towards them.

"I get the feeling he doesn't like us" said Lance. He focused. "I'm trying to stop it" he said. "But it's coming too fast!"

"I can't stop all of that" said Rae. "I'm too weak!"

Scott opened his eyes and lifted his goggles – the beam blazed a funnel into the side of the mountain. "In here!" he shouted as the red vision tore through the rock and snow. They dived into the hole, scrabbling across melting snow into a nook of rock that had been formed beneath the snow. Lance grabbed Scott and pulled him in on top of him as the snow rushed down, the snow into the nook was crumbling inwards. Lance focused and the wall of stone rose up, sealing them in.

"We won't have much air now" Scott said

"Better then trying to breathe snow" shrugged Lance. "Looks like that weirdo's back" he added.

"Back? He never left" Scott sighed. "We followed him"

Mickey groaned and sat up. Since Professor Xavier had died Cassandra Nova was no longer tied for the top telepath position. Mickey was the second. His telepathy was immense, even Jean hadn't been able to match it.

"I've got a mind lock" Mickey said. "It- It's- It's not – the mind! Whoeer did this – their mind's not like any I've ever seen before…Damn!" he touched his forehead. "I can't keep the lock – my head is pounding and their brain has empathic shielding of some sort"

"Empathic shielding?"

"Yeah" nodded Rae. "Like the kind he and I generate to scramble psychic signals. The kind Cassandra Nova has"

"And it's not – not natural" murmured Mickey.

"It's after Kitty, We have to get out!" exclaimed Lance.

"It trapped us here" Mickey said.

"Not very well" added Scott. He blasted the snow and stone before him opening a tunnel as he crawled forwards. Rae created a suspension system of Telekinesis as they crawled out into the glowing white air of the mountaintop.

"Okay, now we move" Scott said. He looked around. "How do we get down?"

Rae and Angelo focused. The silver boards appeared. "It's all we can manage, we used a lot of energy, keeping them together is using a lot in itself" they said together. "We should go now"

"I hate that Stepford Cuckoos thing you do" grimaced Scott. Lance swept him up into his strong arms and leapt onto a board. "Hey!"

"Oh you love it" Lance grinned as he sped down the slope.

Behind them Mickey and Angelo were sharing the extra long board. "I don't see why we can't have a board that long!"

"Size Queen? Don't worry I'm well covered in that department"


"Yes Allison! OKAY!" Kitty roared. She and Dominic shut the door as the Model who'd just stormed down the hall at them continued her list of demands. "Remind me again why I don't just phase her into a wall and leave her there?"

"She has a contract" sighed Dominic. The red haired model was now harassing a member of staff. "Ugh! I hate her!"

"We should start a club" muttered Kitty.


To Be Continued: In the next chapter, Scott sees Lance in a different light and they finally get to vent their frustrations on the person behind all of this…I suppose.