Scott and Jean's Normal Night Out

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," Scott sighed happily. "It's like a dream." He was driving his car from a posh Manhattan restaurant. "We actually had an entire meal without anyone recognizing us or anything bad happening."

"Well to be honest I kind of had something to do with it," Jean coughed. "I sort of telepathically cloaked us. So that people would think we were another couple."

"You can do that?" Scott asked.

"I can do a lot of things now," Jean told him. "I've been working on my powers with Betsy and the Professor."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Scott said. "Too bad you weren't able to do that trick back when we were in Bayville High. It would have made some of our classes go a lot smoother."

"Scott, the last thing I want to do right now is think about Bayville. It's so rare that we get time away from the mansion, let alone go out by ourselves," Jean sighed. "Good thing we got the kids to keep themselves busy while we go on our date."

"Yeah the last thing we need is our loony friends wrecking everything," Scott grumbled. "Then again since we don't have any other friends…"

"Scott don't be ridiculous! We know plenty of people outside the Misfits and Joes!"

"Yeah and none of them are normal!" Scott told her.

"Don't exaggerate," Jean said.

"All right," Scott challenged. "Name one person we know who's normal. Just one."

"All right," Jean said. "There's…uh…Well there's…um…"

"Go on," Scott said. "I'm waiting."

Jean thought. "Well…Amanda. There's Amanda."

"Kurt's girlfriend?" Scott asked. "The sorceress in training?"

"Okay bad example," Jean sighed. "But she's sort of normal."

"Compared to some of the other people we know, yes," Scott said.

"Her parents are nice," Jean said. "Once they stopped hating us."

"And once we learned that Mrs. Sefton was a sorceress and her husband had a nervous breakdown when he found out that his wife was lying to him for all these years," Scott added. "I think its safe to say that in the normal category they don't qualify."

"Okay…" Jean tried a different tactic. "Paul! We know Paul!"

"Mainframe's son?" Scott asked.

"Yeah the one who was your friend in school," Jean said. "I haven't seen him in ages. What's he doing now?"

"He went into a special ops unit," Scott said. "He's in the FBI recruitment training program. They're setting up a mutant division."

"Okay well that's still…" Jean began. "Sort of normal…"

"Jean last I heard of him he was somewhere in Montana learning how to make explosives," Scott said. "Again that kind of edges out of the category of normal. What about Taryn? I haven't heard from her since she moved to Washington DC."

"Oh…You haven't watched the news lately have you?"

"Not lately, it's too depressing. Why? What happened? Is she okay?"

"Oh yeah," Jean said. "She's going to get a book deal soon about her experiences as an intern to some Senator."

"Say no more," Scott stopped her. "I think I get the picture. I guess it's too much to hope for that Senator in question is Kelly right?"

"That would be perfect if it was," Jean sighed. "Now that I think about it, that paranoid bigot is the closest thing to normal we know."

"I told you," Scott said.

"If only we had some other friends," Jean said. "Meet some new people we could hang out with."

"Where Jean? Couples R' Us?" Scott asked. "The Normal Friends Agency?"

"Okay, okay you've made your point," Jean sighed.

"Face it Jean, nobody sane would hang out with a couple of mutants," Scott sighed.

"You don't know that," Jean said.

"Jean two words: Cruise Ship," Scott reminded her.

"Now you're forgetting something," Jean told him. "Remember the islanders? They accepted us."

"Yeah and all we had to do is save them from a volcano eruption twice," Scott said. "Which it turned out Amara caused. Luckily none of them ever found out!"

"Well maybe tonight will be different and we can relax," Jean said as they pulled into the club parking lot. "I hope no one recognizes us. I'm not up to continuously cloak us all night."

"How about we just play it by ear?" Scott told her. Soon they were inside the club. "Do you want to dance?"

"Let's get something to drink first, I could really use a club soda," Jean admitted. They made their way to the bar. There was only one other couple there. "Hello? Excuse me?"

"You gotta talk louder than that, honey," A tall brunette in a black dress and a nasal Queens accent told her. "Jerk's been stoned all night."

Her companion, a tall man with brown hair and a goatee shouted. "Hey! Hello? I'd like a drink sometime before noon tomorrow!"

The bartender was clearly not paying attention to anything but what he was saying on the phone. "Un-freaking-believable!" He kept saying over and over into the phone.

"What's un-freaking believable is that this guy is still working here," The man groaned.

"I'm Rachel Booker and this is my boyfriend Rob Reinstein," She crooned.

"Oh," Jean said. "I'm Jean Grey and this is my boyfriend Scott Summers," Jean said, deciding on a policy of honesty.

"You look like you're new in town," Rachel said. "You just transfer from college or something?"

"You mean you really don't know…?" Scott began.

"The college campus scene that well," Jean covered. "To be honest neither do we. You know how it is, pre med and all."

"Pre med? Wow that's really cool," Rachel said. "So are you gonna be a surgeon or something?"

"I'd like to work in genetics," Jean said before she realized she made a slip. "Or uh, pediatrics."

"Honey, stick with genetics. I hear that's a great field," Rachel began. "Or uh, working with sick kids is great too. Are you in college too Scott?"

"No uh, I work at a school," Scott began.

"So you're like a teacher or something?" Rob asked.

"Or something…Yeah," Scott said. "I don't have my degree but…Uh what do you guys do?"

"Uh…Night school," Rachel said quickly. "And so is Rob. So, do either of you watch the Apprentice?"

It was the start of a pleasant night where the four of them laughed and talked. "Jean are we ever going to tell these people we're mutants?" Scott asked Jean via their telepathic connection.

"Eventually," Jean admitted. "Scott please, all I want is one night where we can at least pretend to be normal! I don't want to scare these people."

Suddenly Rachel grabbed Rob by the arm. "Rob honey, come on, let's get some drinks. You're buying!"

"What I…" Rob began as Rachel dragged him off. "What's your deal?"

"Don't lie to me Robert," Rachel hissed as she pulled him into a corner. "I could sense you trying to feel them out. Trying to make them more susceptible so they'll be easy pickings huh? Well forget about it!"

"What? I was just…" Rob whined.

"Listen you!" Rachel sneered. "This is the first time in decades I get to hang around with someone normal! So don't blow it for me!"

"But Rachel…" Rob said. "I'm hungry!"

"I don't freaking care Rob!" Rachel snapped. "Besides you ate before we left!"

"Yeah a duck!" Rob said. "What kind of meal is a duck?"

"It's called Gourmet, Rob," Rachel said. "Sometimes some of us like a little variety in our diet."

"We have variety all the time! Just last night we had Chinese!" Rob told her.

"For the last time Robert Irving Reinstein, he was Korean!" Rachel snapped. "Just once I would like to make some friends that you don't eat! So keep those fangs in tonight or so help me I will yank them out!"

"Man I miss the seventies," Rob groaned. "You were a lot more fun back then and a lot less picky."

"I was also stoned half the time thanks to all those hippies and disco freaks we ate!" Rachel snapped.

"You say it like it's a bad thing," Rob muttered as they made their way back to Scott and Jean. "So would you guys like to come back to our place and hang out?"

"What?" Rachel blinked. "Uh our place is a mess!"

"No it isn't," Rob said.

"Well uh…" Scott was about to say no when something caught his eye. There were five young men with FOH buttons and T-shirts on. "Yeah! Let's go! Right now!"

"Scott…" Jean then saw the FOH. "Why not? Let's go!"

"But it's a mess," Rachel began.

"Oh I don't mind!" Jean said quickly as she got up. "It can't be any worse than my room!"

"Yeah let's get out of here," Scott agreed. They managed to get out of the club before they were recognized. Soon they were in a fashionable loft. "Wow, nice place."

"We like it," Rachel said. She glared at Rob. "I just need to check my makeup. Be nice."

"I'm always nice," Rob told her as she went into the bedroom. "So anybody want some wine?"

"Uh no, we don't drink that much," Jean said.

"Really?" Rob bared his fangs. "I'm kind of thirsty."

"What the…?" Scott gasped as Rob stalked them.

"ROB! FREEZE MISTER!" Rachel stormed back into the room.

"Joking! Joking! Fake teeth…?" Rob gulped.

"You tried to eat them didn't you?" Rachel sighed.

"I was hungry!" Rob whined.

"You're always hungry!" Rachel snapped. "I can't believe you! One night! That's all I ask! You keep your teeth to yourself for one night and this happens! This is Boston all over again!"

"That was fifty years ago!" Rob shouted.

"Yeah and you still haven't learned your lesson!" Rachel shouted. "You'd think you were just turned last night the way you behave! You're a hundred and thirty years old! Act your age!"

"So you guys are vampires then?" Scott asked casually. He looked at Jean. "Good call."

"You mean you're not shocked?" Rachel asked.

"Oddly enough…No," Jean said. "Actually this is pretty typical of us."

"So what's the problem?" Rob asked Rachel. "Let's just turn them into vampires. Then you won't be whining about how you never go out with any friends!"

"You know Rob, for the first time in over a century, you actually have a good idea," Rachel grinned.

"All right!" Rob bared his fangs and leapt at Jean. Jean casually shoved him away with her telekinesis.

"I don't think so," Jean told him. "We have enough trouble being mutants thank you very much!"

"You people are freaks?" Rob blinked as he stood up. He glared at Rachel. "So much for your bright idea of finding some 'normal' friends!"

"Mutants…" Rachel grumbled. "It figures. Of all the people we could have hooked up with tonight, we just had to go out with mutants!"

"Like you're one to talk!" Scott snapped as he put a hand to his visor and blasted Rachel. She screamed and disintegrated on contact.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Rob was horrified. "How did you do that?"

"Well I absorb sunlight into my body and they're converted into my optic blasts," Scott said. "They have some of the same properties as sunlight. So I guess they would affect vampires."

"Oh," Rob looked. "So that's how you killed my girlfriend."

"Aren't vampires already dead?" Jean asked.

"Oh yeah," Rob scratched his head. "I forgot."

"Well then that makes this a lot easier!" Jean focused her telekinesis.

"What a lot easier?" Rob asked. Suddenly a large splinter of wood fled through the air straight into his heart. "Oh man…"

Scott finished him off with an optic beam and he disintegrated with a scream. The two mutants looked at the mess. Scott and Jean looked at each other. "Don't say it," Jean warned him.

"I don't think I have to say anything," Scott said as they turned to leave. "The evidence speaks for itself."

"Well it was sort of a normal evening," Jean sighed. "I mean before they tried to kill us."

"Yeah normal for Buffy the Vampire Slayer," Scott quipped.

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"You mean you guys actually spent the night with vampires and didn't know it?" Kitty blinked.

"Yeah, but up until the time they tried to kill us it was a pretty good evening," Scott admitted. "Come to think of it, I think this was one of our better dates."

"So what happened here?" Jean asked.

"The Misfits came over with a bunch of ancient Gods who were tracking down some more ancient gods," Rogue told them. "One of them was an Egyptian Cat Goddess who sent a ton of cats to maul Duncan Matthews and a bunch of his FOH buddies for some reason."

"The others were Hercules and Thor who got into a fight with Logan, Beast and Angel at a bar the Brotherhood used to go to," Bobby explained. "After they fought Beast and Angel got drunk. And then Thor's wife tracked him down and started screaming at him and breaking stuff."

"And that's when Shipwreck decided to get some free drinks," Kurt groaned. "To be fair, the Blob decided to play marriage counselor at the time so…"

"The next thing we know Omega Red busts in with some Hydra agents and then another fight breaks out," Doug groaned. "Before we know it, robots are on the loose and we're fighting an army! Captain America and several SHIELD Agents show up to arrest them, but not before Thor pulled some weird mojo and got all the lights in Bayville to go out."

"Long story short," Kurt sighed. "Most of the gods went back home except for Thor who got his powers reduced by his dad. He's joining up with Captain America to form a new superhero squad. Needless to say we got blamed for all the destruction."

"And that was pretty much our evening," Bobby said.

Scott looked at them. "You always have to top us don't you?"

Okay obviously I took a few liberties with Scott's powers. (Like no one else does?) Next: More wacky fun and more plotlines...Right after I get back from my other vacation. Hey, I have a busy summer life! Places to go and people to annoy! Enjoy!