Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men. Ilehana Xavier belongs to Corrinth. All
other characters belong to me.
A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers out there; you really are all stars. Thanks to Knight of Avlee for the loan of his A-Level chemistry notes, mine being in a box somewhere no doubt!
Scene 04
"Hello?"
"Good morning Director." A smug male voice the CIA Director didn't recognise came over the phone line. Already the government's man's trained ear could here the tracer mechanisms whirring into place on the connection.
"Can I help you?" Director Seymour was in no mood for timewasters.
"I would hope that we could come to some mutual benefit, yes Director. I have been informed that you are the man in charge of monitoring intelligence regarding the mutant problem?"
"Who are you?" Seymour demanded. "How did you find that out?"
"I am, perhaps, your guardian angel." The stranger replied ominously. "I am also told that the President's daughter is on vacation at the moment on Hawaii with friends. A nightmare for you surely, trusted friends of the President's family, two of which you have recently been given reason to believe are actually dangerous mutants."
"How do you know this?" Seymour nearly screamed. This information was top- secret classified stuff.
"Keep your eye on the Hawaii situation." The voice counselled sagely. "Things will become startlingly clear, Director. We will talk again soon." The line went dead. Without even putting the handset down first, Seymour punched in an internal number and turned his frustration on the poor agent on the other end.
"No sir, the trace was blocked, we don't know how but we're working on it..."
"Fine." Seymour snapped, hanging up on the agent and buzzing his secretary. "Michelle, get me Honolulu."
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The sun beat down on the Hawaiian Islands like glorious oppression. Palm trees and endless sun-blessed sand stretched as far as the eye could see, the sea itself decorated with surfers and breaking waves. The small beachside bar roofed with palm branches and staffed by smiling locals, was busy in a relaxed kind of way. Surfers and holidaymakers alike mingled, eating and drinking their fill. The President's daughter drank cocktails with her friends, innocent of all but the hunky surfer dudes waxing their precious boards.
Later, two of her friends complained of symptoms similar to sunstroke or a hangover. They were dehydrated, dizzy and nauseous. Laughing mischievously, the others in the party teased them for not being able to handle their cocktails...
In another room in the same hotel, on the same beach with the same bar, a young human girl called Sian packed her bags and prepared to leave the island paradise. She had to be in New York that night, meeting a friend. She'd not seen Alex, also known as Havoc, in a few months, but they went way back, had gone to the same high school. And like the good mate he was, he'd promised a big bash to greet her at the other end of the flight. Sian grinned to herself; tonight was going to be a night to remember, before jetlag laid her out totally!
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"...There is also a tendency for metal ions in solution to take electrons from the metal and deposit themselves as neutral atoms. One of these tendencies is usually greater, and a potential difference is set up."
The mutant graduate known as Colossus turned his back to the class and began scratching a diagram onto the board. They were all teachers at their old school now, him, Jubilee and Bobby, and whilst it was a strange feeling, somehow it felt right. Nowhere had ever felt quite like home as much as the mansion, and of course they were all X-Men, made sense to be on hand when the Professor might need them. He missed his other old classmates; Rogue had gone off travelling again and had not been heard of in a while. Kitty, after graduation, had taken some time out too, not quite knowing if teaching was where her heart lay, and everyone had respected that decision.
"The potential difference set up when a metal is in contact with a molar solution of its ions at twenty-five degrees Celsius is known as the standard electrode potential, or SEP..." A frantically waving hand in the windowpane of the classroom door suddenly distracted Colossus. He frowned, what the heck did Jubilee want now? The lesson still had five minutes scheduled. Oh well, Jubilation Lee was never a woman to be kept waiting. "Okay gang, we'll finish this tomorrow, but make sure to read up on this chapter before then and yes I will be checking."
"Finally!" Jubilee exclaimed as she pushed her way in past the exiting kids. "How long where you going to drag that out?"
"For another five minutes." Colossus pointed out patiently. "Don't you ever teach anything?"
"'Course I do." Jubilee perched on the edge of the desk and twiddled her large hoop earring that hung from her left ear around her finger. "Look, I'm not taking no for an answer. Bobby's been plannin' this for ages, you are comin' out with us."
"Jubes, I got too much work. Y'know, teacher stuff, marking, planning, background reading..."
"One night Peter." Jubilee enthused. "One night out, its hardly gonna cost you your job now is it? And its not just Bobby and Havoc either, Blaze and Gambit are comin' along an' you do not wanna pass those guys up on an offer of a wild time!"
"Are you speaking from experience?" Colossus busied himself tidying away his notes into a draw whilst Jubilee absently tugged down her tiny blue top to cover a bit more of her middle. Unfortunately there wasn't enough material to go around, and so Colossus was forced to spend the rest of their conversation very carefully avoiding looking at her chest.
"No, not exactly. But that's exactly my point, the stories Blaze comes out with..." Jubilee knew she wasn't getting through to him at all, so she sighed, turning her big eyes on him and pouting. "Please Peter, for me? It just wont be the same without you..."
"Alright." Colossus finally agreed. "You talked me into it okay? But next time I need a substitute teacher you are so it Jubes."
A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers out there; you really are all stars. Thanks to Knight of Avlee for the loan of his A-Level chemistry notes, mine being in a box somewhere no doubt!
Scene 04
"Hello?"
"Good morning Director." A smug male voice the CIA Director didn't recognise came over the phone line. Already the government's man's trained ear could here the tracer mechanisms whirring into place on the connection.
"Can I help you?" Director Seymour was in no mood for timewasters.
"I would hope that we could come to some mutual benefit, yes Director. I have been informed that you are the man in charge of monitoring intelligence regarding the mutant problem?"
"Who are you?" Seymour demanded. "How did you find that out?"
"I am, perhaps, your guardian angel." The stranger replied ominously. "I am also told that the President's daughter is on vacation at the moment on Hawaii with friends. A nightmare for you surely, trusted friends of the President's family, two of which you have recently been given reason to believe are actually dangerous mutants."
"How do you know this?" Seymour nearly screamed. This information was top- secret classified stuff.
"Keep your eye on the Hawaii situation." The voice counselled sagely. "Things will become startlingly clear, Director. We will talk again soon." The line went dead. Without even putting the handset down first, Seymour punched in an internal number and turned his frustration on the poor agent on the other end.
"No sir, the trace was blocked, we don't know how but we're working on it..."
"Fine." Seymour snapped, hanging up on the agent and buzzing his secretary. "Michelle, get me Honolulu."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The sun beat down on the Hawaiian Islands like glorious oppression. Palm trees and endless sun-blessed sand stretched as far as the eye could see, the sea itself decorated with surfers and breaking waves. The small beachside bar roofed with palm branches and staffed by smiling locals, was busy in a relaxed kind of way. Surfers and holidaymakers alike mingled, eating and drinking their fill. The President's daughter drank cocktails with her friends, innocent of all but the hunky surfer dudes waxing their precious boards.
Later, two of her friends complained of symptoms similar to sunstroke or a hangover. They were dehydrated, dizzy and nauseous. Laughing mischievously, the others in the party teased them for not being able to handle their cocktails...
In another room in the same hotel, on the same beach with the same bar, a young human girl called Sian packed her bags and prepared to leave the island paradise. She had to be in New York that night, meeting a friend. She'd not seen Alex, also known as Havoc, in a few months, but they went way back, had gone to the same high school. And like the good mate he was, he'd promised a big bash to greet her at the other end of the flight. Sian grinned to herself; tonight was going to be a night to remember, before jetlag laid her out totally!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"...There is also a tendency for metal ions in solution to take electrons from the metal and deposit themselves as neutral atoms. One of these tendencies is usually greater, and a potential difference is set up."
The mutant graduate known as Colossus turned his back to the class and began scratching a diagram onto the board. They were all teachers at their old school now, him, Jubilee and Bobby, and whilst it was a strange feeling, somehow it felt right. Nowhere had ever felt quite like home as much as the mansion, and of course they were all X-Men, made sense to be on hand when the Professor might need them. He missed his other old classmates; Rogue had gone off travelling again and had not been heard of in a while. Kitty, after graduation, had taken some time out too, not quite knowing if teaching was where her heart lay, and everyone had respected that decision.
"The potential difference set up when a metal is in contact with a molar solution of its ions at twenty-five degrees Celsius is known as the standard electrode potential, or SEP..." A frantically waving hand in the windowpane of the classroom door suddenly distracted Colossus. He frowned, what the heck did Jubilee want now? The lesson still had five minutes scheduled. Oh well, Jubilation Lee was never a woman to be kept waiting. "Okay gang, we'll finish this tomorrow, but make sure to read up on this chapter before then and yes I will be checking."
"Finally!" Jubilee exclaimed as she pushed her way in past the exiting kids. "How long where you going to drag that out?"
"For another five minutes." Colossus pointed out patiently. "Don't you ever teach anything?"
"'Course I do." Jubilee perched on the edge of the desk and twiddled her large hoop earring that hung from her left ear around her finger. "Look, I'm not taking no for an answer. Bobby's been plannin' this for ages, you are comin' out with us."
"Jubes, I got too much work. Y'know, teacher stuff, marking, planning, background reading..."
"One night Peter." Jubilee enthused. "One night out, its hardly gonna cost you your job now is it? And its not just Bobby and Havoc either, Blaze and Gambit are comin' along an' you do not wanna pass those guys up on an offer of a wild time!"
"Are you speaking from experience?" Colossus busied himself tidying away his notes into a draw whilst Jubilee absently tugged down her tiny blue top to cover a bit more of her middle. Unfortunately there wasn't enough material to go around, and so Colossus was forced to spend the rest of their conversation very carefully avoiding looking at her chest.
"No, not exactly. But that's exactly my point, the stories Blaze comes out with..." Jubilee knew she wasn't getting through to him at all, so she sighed, turning her big eyes on him and pouting. "Please Peter, for me? It just wont be the same without you..."
"Alright." Colossus finally agreed. "You talked me into it okay? But next time I need a substitute teacher you are so it Jubes."