Oy! I'm on a writing spree. Mainly because I would rather do anything other than do my homework.
Gremblin: Plot bunnies? My kitty's stomach growls at the prospect. (We named her Tululabell. Isn't that cruel?)
Ed's Tomato: I don't know why the Cajun gets it all. I mean, I personally would do them both. They've both got the sexy accent, the sexy body, and the general sexiness. Why's Gambit get laid so effing much, and our poor Mortie gets squat! Why?
Halleyjo: When Mort was a kid, people did all sorts of things to him. Poor guy...
SD freek: Maybe. Maybe not. Curse you and your normal level intelligence seeing through my frail and predictable plot lines! Currrrrrrse you!
BeastBoyBlitz: Ewwwww! Why on earth would ANYONE put them together! Do you KNOW how much older than him she is! She's practically his surrogate mother! She raised him! NO THEY'RE NOT GOING TO BE TOGETHER! Eww...
Kira: Who's the most amazing person ever? Me? I know, dear, I know. : P
Chapter Six: The Hunt for the Asshole
Doria's charged fingers ran lightly up Alex's chest, sending tingles through him. "Stop that..." he muttered, "I'm tired. You've worn me out."
"If anyone's got a right to be tired it's me," she yawned, "I'm trying to grow a person here."
Alex laughed and extended a hand down to her abdomen, patting it. "I hope I didn't disturb you in there," he said to the new life. He kissed the mother on the head. "What time do you think it is?"
"Dunno. I only woke up a little before you. Don't you have a clock in here?"
He rolled over, and started shifting a mound of clothing on the floor next to the bed, fishing out a small alarm clock with a green display. The numbers were flashing. "Must have got knocked out somehow." He glanced at her mischievously. "Bet I can guess how."
"What can I say? I'm a very enthusiastic person." She grinned, yellow eyes sparking.
"I noticed." He pulled her on top of him, and kissed her firmly. "Whatever time it is, your father will probably be looking for you, and he'll probably be worried. You only found out a day ago about the little stowaway."
She sat up reluctantly, and reached for her clothes. He seemed content to pull on some boxers, and stay in bed. Once she was dressed, she kissed him, and left.
She could have jumped for joy! In fact, after glancing around, she did. She had a baby, and a boyfriend, and the boyfriend wanted the baby. After he talked so calmly and affectionately about the child, she felt almost grateful for what had happened. She had a baby! Doria Toynbee was going to be a mother!
She checked the clock in Pyro's room, which was unoccupied, and found it to be a lovely hour of 4 A.M. Her father was going to be worried sick. What would he say to a long absence after shocking news? What would he say to her newfound attitude? She couldn't exactly say, "Well, Dad, I did some reflecting while I was fucking Alex." Reflecting! She'd tell him that she'd been on her wall, reflecting. Everything certainly was turning up roses.
"Where've you been?" hissed a voice in the dark.
She headed for her father's voice. "I was on my wall. I needed to think."
"I checked the wall!" He pulled her into their lighted room.
"I was up on the corner. You couldn't see me. I would have said something, but I was having an epiphany. Sorry." The lie came out liquidly.
He sat her down. "Were not. Where were you? What were you doing? Let me smell your breath."
She sighed. "Do I look drunk? I'm not. I was..." The truth couldn't hurt in small dosages. "I was talking to Alex. We're still together, you know. I had to tell him. It took a while longer to get out."
His face softened. "Sorry. Are you two over, then? Don't be mad at him. He's only a kid."
"We're not over, Dad."
"What?" He looked alarmed.
"Alex is happy for me. He thinks it's wonderful. He says he can't wait to see it, and that he'll help me with it however he can." She smiled, proud of the man she described.
"Oh. I see. That's very...good of him. I personally don't think it's a wonderful thing, you being pregnant and all, but a baby itself is...wonderful. I don't think he sees how difficult this is going to be." He looked at his daughter sternly.
She was a little hurt. "Dad, I'm not saying that I'm glad that this happened, but it has, and I think it's a beautiful thing. Don't treat this child like an obligation. We're going to raise it, and love it just like you did for me. There's going to be another Toynbee in the Brotherhood. It's a gift." She rose from the chair, and walked to her room, exhausted.
Mort stood with a face of shock for a few moments before striding out the door. Once he reached Alex's room, he looked in through the bars. (It had been a holding cell at one point.) The boy was laying on the bed in his boxers, a look of serene joy on his lips. He was fading off to sleep. No... thought the man outside the door, she didn't! He would have burst into the room, and killed the boy if not for that look on his face. Alex was truly happy for her, wasn't he? She needed him.
He knew who he should take his frustrations out on. He strapped up his battle suit, and headed for the aircraft hangar.
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Ian, the owner of a popular mutant bar- the bar Doria had gone to, was shaking uncontrollably. He had good reason to do this, as there was a rather menacing looking mutant standing in front of him, demanding information.
"You saw this girl in 'ere, righ'? Abou' three weeks ago?" grunted Mort.
The man's hands shook about the glass he was cleaning. "I- I'm not gonna get no little girl in trouble with you fellas," stammered the bartender.
Mort leaned over the bar, and bared his small teeth. "If she's such a li'l gel, then why'd yeh give 'er liquor?" he snarled.
"I don't want no trouble. If I started cardin' folks, I'd get run outta business. Mutants today need a little somethin' here an' there, even the young ones." He glanced suspiciously at the green man, then leaned over the bar. "Yeah. I saw her. She left with a regular. Guy brings good business. I'm not lookin' ta shake up my customers, hear?"
Mort looked at him liquidly. "'e'll never know yeh told me. I'm jus' lookin' ta find the guy."
Ian nodded tentatively. "Guy like that don't give out his name so freely, see? Calls himself 'Iceman'. He chills a lady's drink for her, and strolls out with a new one every night. That little girl weren't so special a case. I did think it was odd that he'd take one so young."
The green assassin's jaw clenched, and he nodded. On his way out, he dropped a heavy handful in the tip jar. Bobby Drake would pay dearly.
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Xavier awoke to an alarm shrieking through the room that had once been silenced by the blanket of night. It was Toad. He'd broken the perimeter. He was alone. How odd...
The old man sat up, and lifted himself into his ever-waiting chair, and rolled into the office where the team would meet momentarily.
The team had changed since Doria was a child. Storm was now retired. Her powers had left her, and she was now simply a history teacher whom none of the students respected. Jean Grey was now a full-time doctor, as the professor claimed field work to be too stressful for her. After the Pheonix incident, they didn't exactly trust her on the field. Cyclops was still running strong, and was as commanding as ever. Nightcrawler was also still working on the team, though they never gave him too hard a task. He spent a good amount of time with Ororo. Beast stayed in the medical ward with Jean, claiming that there were too many sick kids to leave her alone. Logan was highly distrusted, but had been welcomed back, even after his recent betrayal. He was too valuable to lose.
New to the team were Iceman, or Bobby Drake who was now even more distinguished and sleasy looking. Rogue did a small amount of field work, but using her powers caused her so much trouble that she mostly flew the jet, and controlled operations. Boom-boom, or Tabitha, was a wild one, but her powers were valued. She made small energy bombs that were quite handy. Collossus was the strongest thing to hit the X-Men since Logan, but he was still inexperienced. There were a few students, like Jubilee, who were only a year away from joining the team.
The seven working members were assembled in front of Xavier in about five minutes, ready to discuss the five-foot-eight green threat headed their way with no regard for barriers.
"Toad is coming this way, as I assume you all know. He is alone, and obviously not aiming for stealth. Rogue, Tabitha, and Collossus, if you would collect him, I'll be interested to hear what business he has so early in the morning."
The three newbies headed out onto the grounds, and the man immediately changed his course so that he was coming right for them.
"You're comin' without a fight?" asked Tabitha loudly.
"I'm comin' for a fight," answered Toad, "But i' ain't fer you."
"Aw, man! You're no fun!" she responded in a whiney voice.
He stepped close enough to see them in the faint light of the soon-to-rise sun. "I see they've managed to refill some of the less tended posts..." he muttered.
"Come on, Toad," said Collossus icily as though the previous conversation hadn't happend, "Professor Xavier will see you now."
Mort followed with them obediently, but made a point to walk a distance from them, so it was clear that he was coming on his own. When they reached the waiting office, Mort only saw one person in the room. His eyes locked on Bobby, and within seconds he was sitting on top of him, swinging punches like a kid in a schoolyard. "You. Fucking. SOB," he grunted each word, "I'll kill yeh! You perverted piece of shyte!" The others were bewildered by the unexpected, unskilled, and completely out of character attack. It took a minute before Logan and Scott were pulling the fuming green man off of the bloody-nosed Iceman. Mort panted. "I'll kill 'im!"
Bobby groaned, and touched a hand to his face. "What the hell is the matter with you, frog?"
"You know exactly wha' you did you worthless bastard!" He wasn't trying to fight the X-Men holding him back. He knew that he needed to be contained.
Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Is this what you came here for? A crude fistfight? What's brought all of this on, Mr. Toynbee?"
Mort freed himself from the two men, and shoved a green finger in Bobby's face. "You're field man's a rapist! 'e's a fucking pervert!"
Bobby looked at his accuser smugly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Like 'ell you don'! You raped her! Don' even pretend ta be innocent. You walk ou' of tha' bar with a different unsuspecting, plastered gel every night, bu' this time you've messed with the wrong people!"
Scott pushed himself into the conversation. "Who was raped? Bobby, what did you do? Who did he rape, Toad?"
Mort hed back tears of agony. "My daughter!" All of the X-Men froze. "Tha' fucking pervert raped my daughter!" He was shaking. Logan put a hand on Mort's shoulder, a confirmation that he was believed.
"Mr. Toynbee," said Xavier coolly, "that is a very extreme accusation. If what you're saying is correct, I would be forced to discharge Mr. Drake. Do you have any proof whatsoever?"
The fuming man's eyes darkened. "Yeh wan' proof?" He stepped towards Bobby, who was coddling his nose. "Dor's pregnant. Yeh wan' better proof than tha'? Jus' see 'ow much i' looks like 'im when i's born. We can' abort mutant fetuses."
Bobby's eyes widened. He stared into the eyes of the dangerous assassin that he'd just made into an unwilling grandfather, and his life flashed before his eyes. "Oh fuck."
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