A/N
Logic depicts that I wait for feedback before writing a second chapter, so common sense depicts that the inspiration for it come before I finish posting the first. Okay. We'll work with it... Here's to funniness.
"I Tried"
Furor Paxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 2- Rooms
"Three questions. What is defected, why should we trust him, and what happens when Summers finds out?"
"Defecting is when you switch sides, trust me- we can trust him and the same thing that'll happen when Daniels finds out." Pietro was glaring daggers at Todd, but he didn't notice because was waging his own battle with Night Crawler. The two had never been on good terms, but to force them to live together was... dangerous, even considering how both preferred to avoid confrontations. After all, it was the little things, like snakes in your bed and hairballs in your food that irk the most.
"And that basically means they're gonna come over here, trash us and the house and accuse us of brainwashing him."
"They can have him." Todd muttered.
"Hey. If they don't know he's here then he can help us out if we get in a fight, right?" Freddy blinked as all eyes turned on him. "I mean. He knows their weak points, just like we know each other's soft spots, so when the X-Men come and say we kidnapped him, he can tell us how to kick their butts."
"Yeah. No more losing to the X-Geeks." Lance said to himself, slowly warming to the idea of a former enemy in the same house.
"So it's cool. Three out of four. Majority rules. C'mon, my room's up here." Pietro led Kurt up the stairs.
"Why are they so... friendly?"
"I dunno, but I don't like what my mind is conjuring up. I think a tour of the house would be the first thing, don't you?"
"It's getting late. Saturday morning cartoons wait for no one. 'Night all." Freddy dumped the popcorn bowl in the kitchen before he disappeared to his side of the house. That left Todd and Lance staring at each other uncomfortably.
"Well. What an unusual turn of events."
"We'll get revenge. One way or another."
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Someone was pounding on the door. Pietro sniffed. He smelled Kurt. It was nice kind of smell that didn't really smell like anything in particular. Nothing was burning, which was unusual for a Saturday morning. The knocking started again. Kurt lazily opened an eye.
"Probably just Todd. I'll get it." Pietro slid out of bed in his boxers and hurled the door open. Three seconds passed and Kurt sat up, concerned.
"Scott!?"
"Kurt? Why are you half naked in Pietro's bed?"
"Ah, wait a minute! Why are you here at all?"
"I quit the X-Men. Lance said I could stay here and try being a member of the Brotherhood. How long have you been coming here like this? The Professor is really getting worried about you."
"You can't stay here, I defected first!"
"Defected? You can't defect without telling anyone. Right now you're just shacking. Breakfast is ready." Scott Summers shook his head disapprovingly and walked away. Pietro just stared after him.
"Scott Summers is with the Brotherhood?" They stood/sat in silence for a while.
"This is terrible."
"Hey, 'Tro, can I borrow some socks?" Todd asked as he neatly leapt over Pietro's head and into his room without waiting for an answer. "Yo. Why is the blue freak half naked in your bed?"
"I like to think of it as half dressed."
"Tro. You and me... we're gonna have to have one serious talk after breakfast. Havin' him here is one thing, but how long have you two been-"
"Get out!" Pietro pushed the solemn Todd out of his bedroom. "Moron."
"What do you think? Half naked or half dressed?"
"Kurt..."
"Sorry."
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"I'm disturbed by this. Very disturbed by this." Scott muttered over a cup of coffee. Lance had made it, so it was very strong. The funny thing was, Scott never drank coffee at the Institute. It tasted weird coming from that weird little coffeemaker, but here, Lance just dumped some grinds in a pot of boiling water and strained it into a cup. It tasted... right.
"I mean. Doesn't he have a heart at all? Sleeping with my greatest enemy? How could he? When did he stop liking girls?" Todd was nursing his cup, tea if Scott's guess was right. Who would have thought Todd drank something as genteel as Earl Gray? Come to think of it, he didn't look half as ratty in the morning as he did by the afternoon.
"Maybe it's like Romeo and Juliet." Freddy offered as he walked past. "Johnny Quest comes on soon. Wanna see?"
"No thank you."
"I never expected something like this from Kurt. Well, not with a guy. I mean. He always seemed to be such the ladies' man." Scott conceded.
"So. Why are all you X-Men dropping out now?" Lance asked from his perch on the counter.
"I'm just tired of trying to keep up with all the new recruits. No one seems to pay attention to me anymore."
"Not even Jean?"
"Don't even go there. I'm tired of chasing after her. If she thinks Duncan is her type, then fine."
"Touchy subject, huh?"
"Yeah. She was three hours late to a date with me because she was with Duncan."
"Ouch."
"Talk about it."
"Hey! What's for breakfast?"
"Breakfast is over. We had Freddy clean up already." Todd glared at Pietro.
"Yeah, right." Pietro raced to the stove top and peered into one of the pans. "Is it safe?"
"Yeah. Scott fixed it." Lance answered
"We're on a first name basis now?" Pietro asked, suspicions rising.
"He's one of us, right? Trust Pietro. Trust."
The word hung there like a dead creature suspended by the faith they had all once had in each other.
"Okay." Pietro said. "Hey, Kurt, you want a omelette?"
"Yep. Scott's a good cook when he wants to be. I remember once he almost set the Institute on fire because he was pretending to be a bad dcook so he wouldn't get food duty."
Lance's shoulders drooped. There was no getting through to Pietro.
"So do you guys have any plans for today?" Scott asked.
"Not really." Lance answered before Kurt could warn him.
"Then we can work on straightening this place up."
"What?"
"Renovating it. There's enough of us. If we do a floor a week this house'll be good as new in about a month. By then we'll have jobs and be able to pay for Freddy and Kurt to eat every day."
"Yeah, we do have two more mouths to feed."
"Six. Me, myself, I, my otherself and it. And then there's Scott." Kurt smiled and snuck a forkful of sausage off Pietro's plate.
"Hell why not? We need a service project now that villany has gone outta style."
"Can I paint? I wanna paint!"
"Fine 'Tro. You're our decorator. Any plans about how we do this, Summers?"
"Nope."
"Good. Let's take this outside. Tro, get paper. You, hurry up eating."
"Ofay, Boff." Kurt swished his tail. Maybe he'd get to work on the roof...
Logic depicts that I wait for feedback before writing a second chapter, so common sense depicts that the inspiration for it come before I finish posting the first. Okay. We'll work with it... Here's to funniness.
"I Tried"
Furor Paxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 2- Rooms
"Three questions. What is defected, why should we trust him, and what happens when Summers finds out?"
"Defecting is when you switch sides, trust me- we can trust him and the same thing that'll happen when Daniels finds out." Pietro was glaring daggers at Todd, but he didn't notice because was waging his own battle with Night Crawler. The two had never been on good terms, but to force them to live together was... dangerous, even considering how both preferred to avoid confrontations. After all, it was the little things, like snakes in your bed and hairballs in your food that irk the most.
"And that basically means they're gonna come over here, trash us and the house and accuse us of brainwashing him."
"They can have him." Todd muttered.
"Hey. If they don't know he's here then he can help us out if we get in a fight, right?" Freddy blinked as all eyes turned on him. "I mean. He knows their weak points, just like we know each other's soft spots, so when the X-Men come and say we kidnapped him, he can tell us how to kick their butts."
"Yeah. No more losing to the X-Geeks." Lance said to himself, slowly warming to the idea of a former enemy in the same house.
"So it's cool. Three out of four. Majority rules. C'mon, my room's up here." Pietro led Kurt up the stairs.
"Why are they so... friendly?"
"I dunno, but I don't like what my mind is conjuring up. I think a tour of the house would be the first thing, don't you?"
"It's getting late. Saturday morning cartoons wait for no one. 'Night all." Freddy dumped the popcorn bowl in the kitchen before he disappeared to his side of the house. That left Todd and Lance staring at each other uncomfortably.
"Well. What an unusual turn of events."
"We'll get revenge. One way or another."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Someone was pounding on the door. Pietro sniffed. He smelled Kurt. It was nice kind of smell that didn't really smell like anything in particular. Nothing was burning, which was unusual for a Saturday morning. The knocking started again. Kurt lazily opened an eye.
"Probably just Todd. I'll get it." Pietro slid out of bed in his boxers and hurled the door open. Three seconds passed and Kurt sat up, concerned.
"Scott!?"
"Kurt? Why are you half naked in Pietro's bed?"
"Ah, wait a minute! Why are you here at all?"
"I quit the X-Men. Lance said I could stay here and try being a member of the Brotherhood. How long have you been coming here like this? The Professor is really getting worried about you."
"You can't stay here, I defected first!"
"Defected? You can't defect without telling anyone. Right now you're just shacking. Breakfast is ready." Scott Summers shook his head disapprovingly and walked away. Pietro just stared after him.
"Scott Summers is with the Brotherhood?" They stood/sat in silence for a while.
"This is terrible."
"Hey, 'Tro, can I borrow some socks?" Todd asked as he neatly leapt over Pietro's head and into his room without waiting for an answer. "Yo. Why is the blue freak half naked in your bed?"
"I like to think of it as half dressed."
"Tro. You and me... we're gonna have to have one serious talk after breakfast. Havin' him here is one thing, but how long have you two been-"
"Get out!" Pietro pushed the solemn Todd out of his bedroom. "Moron."
"What do you think? Half naked or half dressed?"
"Kurt..."
"Sorry."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm disturbed by this. Very disturbed by this." Scott muttered over a cup of coffee. Lance had made it, so it was very strong. The funny thing was, Scott never drank coffee at the Institute. It tasted weird coming from that weird little coffeemaker, but here, Lance just dumped some grinds in a pot of boiling water and strained it into a cup. It tasted... right.
"I mean. Doesn't he have a heart at all? Sleeping with my greatest enemy? How could he? When did he stop liking girls?" Todd was nursing his cup, tea if Scott's guess was right. Who would have thought Todd drank something as genteel as Earl Gray? Come to think of it, he didn't look half as ratty in the morning as he did by the afternoon.
"Maybe it's like Romeo and Juliet." Freddy offered as he walked past. "Johnny Quest comes on soon. Wanna see?"
"No thank you."
"I never expected something like this from Kurt. Well, not with a guy. I mean. He always seemed to be such the ladies' man." Scott conceded.
"So. Why are all you X-Men dropping out now?" Lance asked from his perch on the counter.
"I'm just tired of trying to keep up with all the new recruits. No one seems to pay attention to me anymore."
"Not even Jean?"
"Don't even go there. I'm tired of chasing after her. If she thinks Duncan is her type, then fine."
"Touchy subject, huh?"
"Yeah. She was three hours late to a date with me because she was with Duncan."
"Ouch."
"Talk about it."
"Hey! What's for breakfast?"
"Breakfast is over. We had Freddy clean up already." Todd glared at Pietro.
"Yeah, right." Pietro raced to the stove top and peered into one of the pans. "Is it safe?"
"Yeah. Scott fixed it." Lance answered
"We're on a first name basis now?" Pietro asked, suspicions rising.
"He's one of us, right? Trust Pietro. Trust."
The word hung there like a dead creature suspended by the faith they had all once had in each other.
"Okay." Pietro said. "Hey, Kurt, you want a omelette?"
"Yep. Scott's a good cook when he wants to be. I remember once he almost set the Institute on fire because he was pretending to be a bad dcook so he wouldn't get food duty."
Lance's shoulders drooped. There was no getting through to Pietro.
"So do you guys have any plans for today?" Scott asked.
"Not really." Lance answered before Kurt could warn him.
"Then we can work on straightening this place up."
"What?"
"Renovating it. There's enough of us. If we do a floor a week this house'll be good as new in about a month. By then we'll have jobs and be able to pay for Freddy and Kurt to eat every day."
"Yeah, we do have two more mouths to feed."
"Six. Me, myself, I, my otherself and it. And then there's Scott." Kurt smiled and snuck a forkful of sausage off Pietro's plate.
"Hell why not? We need a service project now that villany has gone outta style."
"Can I paint? I wanna paint!"
"Fine 'Tro. You're our decorator. Any plans about how we do this, Summers?"
"Nope."
"Good. Let's take this outside. Tro, get paper. You, hurry up eating."
"Ofay, Boff." Kurt swished his tail. Maybe he'd get to work on the roof...