Me: Yo. This chappie may be a little boring due to the fact that it's the last one and that they're arriving home, and there's a surprise (thus the title) so it's probably not important, so you don't have to read it if you dont' want to. And it's probably gonna be short, too. Thank goodness! Our torture may soon be over! Rejoice!. . .I said REJOICE! Thank you. Ahem. Oh, the 'ahem' wasn't for you, a fly flew in my mouth when I was screaming 'REJOICE!' so I was trying to cough it out, I did. TMI, I know, sorry. Before I tell you anything more irrelevant (and disturbing), let's get on with the story. . .
Before that I have to do this: Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men (cry lightly). . .or Storm (weep heavily).
and this: Claimer: I do own this storyline and Omorose so if your gonna use her, ask first please, and use a disclaimer. (not that anyone'd want to use her.)
Chapter Eight: Surprise
They safely land the jet, once more, and enter the institute once more. 'Congratulations everyone, including you Omorose,' Professor Xavier apparently congratulated everybody. 'I would like to meet up with everyone in Ororo's room. . .you'll find out soon.' All four look at each other, a surprise? For what, since when did they have surprises? The only way they could find out was to go to Ororo's room. When they look at her to see if she knew anything she smiled, cleared her throat, then shrugged her shoulders. She apparently knew something. Before they could pry her of it, she had the winds take her off to her room at 50mph.
"I wonder if 'Ro knows. . ." Logan trailed off sarcastically. At that, he began to run off following the direction she was.
"Do you know where her room is, Logan?" Scott wonders of his associate.
"No, but that's where scent kicks in," Logan replied. And he continued to follow the trail of Ororo.
Scott looks to Ororo's sister and queries, "Shall we, 'Rose?"
"Yes, let's," Omorose replies formally, then they break into a run off to where Ororo's room was, her following Scott.
They catch up to Logan at the door, who's trying to open it, without success. Scott walks up, and asks him, "Have you tried knocking?"
"Are you kidding me?" Logan replies with a question.
"No," Scott answers, who then knocks on the door. A voice on the other side inquires, "What's the password?. . .and no cheating, 'Rose, come in." Accepting the invitation, Omorose turns to energy and goes through the door. You're convinced that she's on the other side when you hear an, "AIEEEEEEEEEE! Omigosh!" and continual squeals.
Looking confused, Logan asks Scott, "How can the 'Nuisance' cheat?"
"'Rose has hung around Ororo for almost her whole life," Scott brought out.
Logan looks to Scott and questions, "Oh, makes sense, that Cheater. Do you know this 'password'? You've known her longer."
Scott answered shakily, "Sure I've known her longer, but she's not that easy to get to. . ."
"'She' has a name!" The same voice on the other side of the painted white oakdoor slightly angered shouts.
"Sorry, 'Ro!" Scott shouts back. He thinks intently as to her past, then starts stating a variety of words and phrases, "Kenya-Tanzania; Lock Pick (look to the P.S. at the bottom of the page); Sub-Sonic; Mohawk (look to the P.S. at the bottom of the page);Goddess. . ." And the list goes on.
When Scott has Guesser's Block, Logan jokingly guesses, "What about Success?" At that, the door opens, both mutant men stunned. They open the door further to find, streamers and balloons and cake and lights. . .did I mention the cake? Logan was shocked, but not quite as happy as Scott. Logan liked being liked, but not to this extent, it was unwanted attention.
Scott on the other hand, was excited just to see how hard everyone had worked to turn Ororo's room, into a party pad. He was touched that they put aside their time to celebrate. . .something, he wasn't quite sure what. When he looked to one corner, that was more pink than the rest, there was presents, he figures that those are for Omorose.
Both mutants look around, there was something missing. . .something. . .oh! It was people! There wasn't anybody there but them. And it was silent, dead silent. . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . .still nothing. It's been about a minute of nobody, quietness, nothing. Unexpectedly, "SURPRISE!" Everyone appeared right in front of them at the same time, causing both to stumble backwards a bit, running into Ororo who wondered, "Where are you going?" Which caused them to be startled once more. Logan wasn't happy that he was surprised, but Scott was having trouble wiping a grin off his face.
"What's all this for?" Scott asks mirthfuly.
"Well, apparently there's a party for Omorose," Marie points to the corner with presents.
"Why didn't anybody else get presents when they came?" Logan wonders.
Kurt pipes up, "Because,dis is more a reunion party, not qvite a velcome party."
Ororo next spoke, "But, since this was a highlight of the year mission,and, well, everyone just felt like celebrating."
Logan questions, "And you had to know 'cuz it's your room?" Ororo nodded her glowing white head. When questions ceased from being asked, the broke out the knife and cut the cake. They would hang out and talk, then a little later, Bobby came along with Kitty and Jubilee (I forget her real name) and they pop in some music. The night was a fun one, for all, Logan somewhat was also entertained. (And they lived happily ever after, nah, just kidding.) The next morning teachers and students continued with their daily routine: School. And for others: Practice.
Me: Sup, last chappie, and it's terrible, I know. Ugly ending, but I had to end it before, I don't know what, but it just had to end. Plz plz plz plz plz plz plz plz review! I beg of you! I'm prepared to accept flames, but no cussing or indication of cussing, in reviews. I'm so excited this is over, now I can start another fan fic! But, I only have few reviews, so plz REVIEW! Thank you for reading this fan fic.
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