"I Tried"
FurorPaxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 12- Intro to Garden Tools
You, know what, this is a fanfiction site, if lawyers don't get that it's based on stories by other people then let them try to sue me.
Early Thursday morning, Scott Summers got the call that every father dreads. Not that he was a father or anything, or even considered a brother to the person involved, but it was a shock either way. Especially when you got down to the bare bones of it.
"Okay, calm down. Take three deep breaths and count to ten... alright. Start at the beginning."
The person on the other end took a deep, shuddering breath. "Okay. We were just hanging out at the mall, right, and then she said, hey, let's go to your place, but you know how things are here and all, so, so I said, nah. To many people. So she said, okay, we can go to mine. Hers I mean."
"Yeah, I'm with you so far."
"So, we were talking and drinking lemonade, you know, safe stuff. But the next thing I know, she's all over me and... and... then I woke up back at my house and she's here and ohmygodwhathaveIdone?!!" The last part came out as an agonized wail and the practical part of Scott said, 'Duh, it's obvious what you did, the question is what are we gonna do now?' Of course, Scott didn't let that part of him come into contact with people, especially people who were basically nice.
"I think you need to come over. Does anyone else know? God, what was she thinking? What did she put in your drink?"
"You think she put something in my... Oh God help me!!"
"Nothing that'll do any lasting damage, but... just get her dressed and get over here. I can't think on the telephone." Scott ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay."
"Stay calm. Find your happy place or something." Scott winced. THAT was REALLY what the kid needed to hear. He hung up and turned around to see Lance looking at him funny. "She got him."
"She as in..."
"We have to hurry up with this place. We have to devote as much time tomorrow as possible to cooking." Pietro said as he whizzed between the two of them.
Scott turned away and Lance heard him muttering a serenity mantra, 'Three deep breaths, count to ten, still not sure? Try again.' Over and over.
"Yo. That kinda stuff don't work here." Todd said helpfully as he hopped down the stairs. He had just raided Pietro's closet again and was happy knowing that when NightCrawler woke up, he'd have one hell of a surprise. "This is the Brotherhood. You get mad, you hit something. Preferrably not me."
"Not mad, Todd. I'm not mad." Scott said in a tone that said otherwise, but Todd just shrugged and hopped about his own business. Scott placed a hand on the phone and waited for a second. Sure enough, it rang.
"You will not come over. You will not interfere and most importantly, you will not tell Pietro."
"Wanda. Get your ass over here now or I will tell everyone, even the X-Men, just what a twisted little-" In the distance Freddy bumped into something and knocked it over with a crash, effectively drowning out the colorful words that Scott used to tell Wanda about herself. Once he was done he slammed the phone down and headed for the door. "Lance. Keys." Without a word, Lance tossed the keys to Jeep to Scott, not bothering with the ususal threats and warnings about damaging his newly repaired Jeep. For one thing, Scott was just like him when it came to his car and Scott didn't look like he would have listened.
Ten minutes later, Scott was pounding on the door of the Dantzlers. An unshaven man answered the door and stared at Scott for a moment.
"My name is Scott Summers and I need to speak to your son, Kaysin."
"Uh... yeah, yeah. Right." The man backed out of the doorway, self-conciously patting his beer belly. "I'll go get him." The man left Scott in a room full of curio cabinets and a sofa. Resisting the urge to pace, Scott stood and waited for Kaysin.
Jacob Dantzler was not a jealous man. He wasn't normally concerned with anything outside what his close friends and family said, and even then he was careful about what he took to heart and what he discarded as trash. When he opened the door to see the man standing on his doorstep, the first thing he thought was, 'Damn, did I look that good when I was in college? What happened?' The man looked like some government person, with those red shades, perfect posture and clipped tones. He was pretty small, nothing special at first glance, tallish, brown hair, just an average Joe. But a second look showed that if the kid weighed 150, then was 149 pounds of muscle. Looking at this 20-odd year old, Jacob felt like he let his body go to waste.
It took a minute for him to stop wishing he was still in his prime and register that the man, Sumpter?, had asked for Kaysin. "Uh... yeah, yeah. Right." Jacob muttered and led Mr. Sumpter to the room where his wife usually entertained her visitors. "I'll go get him." Jacob muttered again as he beat a hasty retreat from the room, though he felt like the man could see him anyway. What would he tell his government buddies when-
"I thought you loved me." Jacob heard a girl say mournfully from Kaysin's room. "How could you do this to me?"
"I do, Wanda, it's just... well. I'm not ready for this." Kaysin returned. He sounded like he had been crying, though that wasn't any surprise. Kaysin was just a big baby once you got rid of all the fake smiles and cheerfulness. "Wanda, c'mon, don't-" The door opened just as Jacob reached it. "Uh, Dad, um..."
"You're in trouble now. There's some government guy here to see you. If he's come to cart you away, I had no idea what you were..." Jacob warned. "Why the hell you got yourself caught is anyone's idea."
"I-" Kaysin looked from Jacob to Wanda and back again.
"You will explain later. We have to leave now or Scott will come for us." the girl said, no longer mournful, but in command. She grabbed Kaysin's hand and headed down the hall.
"Damn straight I'll come for you, Wanda. Pietro's gonna throw a fit when he finds out. You know how he is." The government guy had followed Jacob and was standing there, blocking the hall as if he was set there by God. Jacob thought about what he had said. 'So, Kaysin's got himself a girlfriend who's daddy is a bureaucrat, huh...' he thought to himself, secretly thrilled that Kaysin beat Jaysin at something other than making friends or baking. Or gardening... that was just... unmanly. Men didn't touch the garden except to whack a few weeds or cut the grass...
"Get in the car, Wanda. Mr. Dantzler, I need to bring Kaysin with me as well. I'll drop him off when we're finished." With a nod to Jacob and a glare at the girl named Wanda, the agent (Jacob was sure he was at least FBI) stepped to the side so the two could exit.
"Hey, Kay!" Jaysin called from his room before sticking his head out of the door. It took all of a moment to figure out what was going on. "Well, uh. If you see Lance, tell him I finished the project."
Kaysin gave a miserable little 'hmmm' and put his head down. Pietro would probably kill him first.
"Scott, it's about time you showed up." Pietro reajusted a picture on the wall before deciding it was fine and turning to see what the silence was about. Lance was standing in a corner and Freddy and Kurt were in the next room, playing the quiet game. Todd was lurking about somewhere but what really bothered him was the way Scott was looking at Wanda, who was looking at the wall. Kaysin was there, staring at the ground and trying to shrink into himself. "What's going on?"
"One of Kaysin's garden tools attacked him." Lance said, barely hiding his glee. It was obvious who was gonna take the fall for this.
"Garden tools? What does that have to do with us? Wanda, you didn't hex it or anything..."
Silence.
"Okay, what garden tool was it? You aren't hurt or anything, are you, Kay? Wanda gets stupid about hexing things sometimes." Pietro apologized with an extremely dangerous look at her.
Kurt cleared his throat from just behind Lance. That explained the 'Quiet Game... "I, ah, don't think he means literally." Pietro met Kurt's eyes and, for a second, just stared blankly. Then, his eyes took on a very, very not safe glint that was usually associated only with Scott and Storm's powers.
"Garden tool..." Pietro muttered as he redirected his attention to Wanda. Suddenly, the door seemed to interest her a lot more than the wall had a second before. "What. Did. You. Do?"
Wanda sniffed, a last attempt to retain her dignity. "Only what people in love do." She answered as she readied a hex bolt.
"You..." In the kitchen, Freddy knocked something over again.
FurorPaxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 12- Intro to Garden Tools
You, know what, this is a fanfiction site, if lawyers don't get that it's based on stories by other people then let them try to sue me.
Early Thursday morning, Scott Summers got the call that every father dreads. Not that he was a father or anything, or even considered a brother to the person involved, but it was a shock either way. Especially when you got down to the bare bones of it.
"Okay, calm down. Take three deep breaths and count to ten... alright. Start at the beginning."
The person on the other end took a deep, shuddering breath. "Okay. We were just hanging out at the mall, right, and then she said, hey, let's go to your place, but you know how things are here and all, so, so I said, nah. To many people. So she said, okay, we can go to mine. Hers I mean."
"Yeah, I'm with you so far."
"So, we were talking and drinking lemonade, you know, safe stuff. But the next thing I know, she's all over me and... and... then I woke up back at my house and she's here and ohmygodwhathaveIdone?!!" The last part came out as an agonized wail and the practical part of Scott said, 'Duh, it's obvious what you did, the question is what are we gonna do now?' Of course, Scott didn't let that part of him come into contact with people, especially people who were basically nice.
"I think you need to come over. Does anyone else know? God, what was she thinking? What did she put in your drink?"
"You think she put something in my... Oh God help me!!"
"Nothing that'll do any lasting damage, but... just get her dressed and get over here. I can't think on the telephone." Scott ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay."
"Stay calm. Find your happy place or something." Scott winced. THAT was REALLY what the kid needed to hear. He hung up and turned around to see Lance looking at him funny. "She got him."
"She as in..."
"We have to hurry up with this place. We have to devote as much time tomorrow as possible to cooking." Pietro said as he whizzed between the two of them.
Scott turned away and Lance heard him muttering a serenity mantra, 'Three deep breaths, count to ten, still not sure? Try again.' Over and over.
"Yo. That kinda stuff don't work here." Todd said helpfully as he hopped down the stairs. He had just raided Pietro's closet again and was happy knowing that when NightCrawler woke up, he'd have one hell of a surprise. "This is the Brotherhood. You get mad, you hit something. Preferrably not me."
"Not mad, Todd. I'm not mad." Scott said in a tone that said otherwise, but Todd just shrugged and hopped about his own business. Scott placed a hand on the phone and waited for a second. Sure enough, it rang.
"You will not come over. You will not interfere and most importantly, you will not tell Pietro."
"Wanda. Get your ass over here now or I will tell everyone, even the X-Men, just what a twisted little-" In the distance Freddy bumped into something and knocked it over with a crash, effectively drowning out the colorful words that Scott used to tell Wanda about herself. Once he was done he slammed the phone down and headed for the door. "Lance. Keys." Without a word, Lance tossed the keys to Jeep to Scott, not bothering with the ususal threats and warnings about damaging his newly repaired Jeep. For one thing, Scott was just like him when it came to his car and Scott didn't look like he would have listened.
Ten minutes later, Scott was pounding on the door of the Dantzlers. An unshaven man answered the door and stared at Scott for a moment.
"My name is Scott Summers and I need to speak to your son, Kaysin."
"Uh... yeah, yeah. Right." The man backed out of the doorway, self-conciously patting his beer belly. "I'll go get him." The man left Scott in a room full of curio cabinets and a sofa. Resisting the urge to pace, Scott stood and waited for Kaysin.
Jacob Dantzler was not a jealous man. He wasn't normally concerned with anything outside what his close friends and family said, and even then he was careful about what he took to heart and what he discarded as trash. When he opened the door to see the man standing on his doorstep, the first thing he thought was, 'Damn, did I look that good when I was in college? What happened?' The man looked like some government person, with those red shades, perfect posture and clipped tones. He was pretty small, nothing special at first glance, tallish, brown hair, just an average Joe. But a second look showed that if the kid weighed 150, then was 149 pounds of muscle. Looking at this 20-odd year old, Jacob felt like he let his body go to waste.
It took a minute for him to stop wishing he was still in his prime and register that the man, Sumpter?, had asked for Kaysin. "Uh... yeah, yeah. Right." Jacob muttered and led Mr. Sumpter to the room where his wife usually entertained her visitors. "I'll go get him." Jacob muttered again as he beat a hasty retreat from the room, though he felt like the man could see him anyway. What would he tell his government buddies when-
"I thought you loved me." Jacob heard a girl say mournfully from Kaysin's room. "How could you do this to me?"
"I do, Wanda, it's just... well. I'm not ready for this." Kaysin returned. He sounded like he had been crying, though that wasn't any surprise. Kaysin was just a big baby once you got rid of all the fake smiles and cheerfulness. "Wanda, c'mon, don't-" The door opened just as Jacob reached it. "Uh, Dad, um..."
"You're in trouble now. There's some government guy here to see you. If he's come to cart you away, I had no idea what you were..." Jacob warned. "Why the hell you got yourself caught is anyone's idea."
"I-" Kaysin looked from Jacob to Wanda and back again.
"You will explain later. We have to leave now or Scott will come for us." the girl said, no longer mournful, but in command. She grabbed Kaysin's hand and headed down the hall.
"Damn straight I'll come for you, Wanda. Pietro's gonna throw a fit when he finds out. You know how he is." The government guy had followed Jacob and was standing there, blocking the hall as if he was set there by God. Jacob thought about what he had said. 'So, Kaysin's got himself a girlfriend who's daddy is a bureaucrat, huh...' he thought to himself, secretly thrilled that Kaysin beat Jaysin at something other than making friends or baking. Or gardening... that was just... unmanly. Men didn't touch the garden except to whack a few weeds or cut the grass...
"Get in the car, Wanda. Mr. Dantzler, I need to bring Kaysin with me as well. I'll drop him off when we're finished." With a nod to Jacob and a glare at the girl named Wanda, the agent (Jacob was sure he was at least FBI) stepped to the side so the two could exit.
"Hey, Kay!" Jaysin called from his room before sticking his head out of the door. It took all of a moment to figure out what was going on. "Well, uh. If you see Lance, tell him I finished the project."
Kaysin gave a miserable little 'hmmm' and put his head down. Pietro would probably kill him first.
"Scott, it's about time you showed up." Pietro reajusted a picture on the wall before deciding it was fine and turning to see what the silence was about. Lance was standing in a corner and Freddy and Kurt were in the next room, playing the quiet game. Todd was lurking about somewhere but what really bothered him was the way Scott was looking at Wanda, who was looking at the wall. Kaysin was there, staring at the ground and trying to shrink into himself. "What's going on?"
"One of Kaysin's garden tools attacked him." Lance said, barely hiding his glee. It was obvious who was gonna take the fall for this.
"Garden tools? What does that have to do with us? Wanda, you didn't hex it or anything..."
Silence.
"Okay, what garden tool was it? You aren't hurt or anything, are you, Kay? Wanda gets stupid about hexing things sometimes." Pietro apologized with an extremely dangerous look at her.
Kurt cleared his throat from just behind Lance. That explained the 'Quiet Game... "I, ah, don't think he means literally." Pietro met Kurt's eyes and, for a second, just stared blankly. Then, his eyes took on a very, very not safe glint that was usually associated only with Scott and Storm's powers.
"Garden tool..." Pietro muttered as he redirected his attention to Wanda. Suddenly, the door seemed to interest her a lot more than the wall had a second before. "What. Did. You. Do?"
Wanda sniffed, a last attempt to retain her dignity. "Only what people in love do." She answered as she readied a hex bolt.
"You..." In the kitchen, Freddy knocked something over again.