"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No, Billy."
"Pretty please?"
"Come now Billy, this is childish."
"PLEASE?" Billy was jumping up and down, hands interlaced in a begging gesture before the Professor. She caught word-cornering Ororo that Xavier and Jean were to go and see to another mutant whose powers have come forth. And like any other person, she did not want to be left out. "I really want to go. Can't I come?" She dropped to her knees, fingers crossed and cupping her chin, bottom lip stuck out in a full pout and eyes large and glistening. "Please?"
Xavier shook his head, humored by her persistence.
"As charming as it sounds, Jean and I are more than enough to handle this." Xavier patted her head; Billy glared lightly under his palm. "Besides, you have school."
"Jean has school too."
"Yes, but Jean is more qualified for this particular case." Relinquishing Billy's blonde head Xavier smiled. "Next time, perhaps."
"Promise?" Billy pouted, Xavier laughed.
"We'll see." Taking that, Billy stood dusting off her pants.
"Alright." Tucking her arms behind her back, she tilted to the right, hair falling to the side. "But I'm the first one to say hi when he or she gets here, right?" She asked.
"Of course." Xavier tucked some files into an expensive looking briefcase with a smile. "I'll even let you pick out her room." He rolled passed Billy, leaving his clue as to their new guest.
"Sweet!" Billy perked up, a chance to decorate not one to turn down. "I can't wait!" She loped after the Professor grabbing her schoolbag by the door. "What's she like? What is her favorite color? What kind of things is she into?" Billy's mind was abuzz with possibilities. "Oh man I've got so much to do!"
"I'm sure Ororo will be more than happy to lend a hand." Billy nodded somewhat lost in her thoughts. "For now, you best wake Kurt and be off to school. You wouldn't want to be late, would you?" Billy cringed at the thought of dragon lady Darkholme, a chill crawling up her spine.
"Oh right." Facing a power hungry principal's fury was not on Billy's things to do today. "I better get moving!" Her lope turned into a full run, waving at Xavier who was making his way to the elevator. "Bye Professor! Have fun!" Billy raced down the corridors quick to wake up her fuzzy friend. Something that Billy was very creative with. "Kurt babe, it's time to get up!" She flew through Kurt's bedroom door Broadway style; face glowing and in one fluid motion jumped onto Kurt's bed, still standing. Kurt groaned tiredly hugging his pillow to himself snuggling deeper into his covers. "Ready for your close up, bubala?"
"…" Kurt blearily opened an eye, seeing Billy pretending to hold a camera standing over him. "It's too early, Mädchen." Kurt then tried to go back to sleep.
"Oh…" Billy pointed to his alarm clock. "I don't think so." Kurt looked. With a groan, Kurt threw his blankets over Billy's head. Shortly blind, she flopped into a sitting position, sitting on the heels of her sneakers. "Aw…did someone try to pull another all night homework rush again?" Billy asked playfully peeking out of the blankets at Kurt messily dressing. A weary grunt proved her question true. "Poor baby."
"I'm still getting used to ze American system, your measurements are not vhat I am used to." Billy nodded, both he and she were in the same geometry class and his marks were not the best so to speak.
"Right, right. You use the metric system." Kurt nodded shrugging on his button tee over his shoulders. Billy tapped her chin in thought. "Maybe Scott can help you out?" She suggested. "He's pretty good at math and could probably set you straight."
"Vhat about you?"
"Me?" Billy laughed briefly. "I'm alright but I wouldn't trust me with someone else's grades." She picked up his bag, throwing it at him. "You ready to go?"
"Almost. You zhink we can stop for breakfast on ze way?" Billy brow raised as Kurt slung his bag on his shoulder.
"Let me guess: breakfast burger gut bombs?" Kurt nodded excitedly. In the past few days of Kurt's stay here, he had grown to crave American fast food. Of one, in particular the burger gut bombs sold a ways down the road. Now, Billy loved junk food as much as the next sugar driven teenager; she had Twinkies and candy bars stashed away in her room. And truth be told she liked the occasional gut bomb on the way to school. However, time wise it would be cutting it a little close. "I don't know…"
"It's on ze vay."
"Yeah, but they take forever to make."
"Come on, I'll by you one. My treat." Billy's stomach gurgled quietly hearing the offer, that and the face he was making made it harder to say no. "Please?"
"Oh…" They shouldn't, she knew they shouldn't…but it couldn't hurt just to grab a bite before class would it? "Ok, but just a quick run and that's it!" Billy being his enabler, Kurt grabbed her wrist and 'poofed' out of the manor. Teleporting straight away to a small-secluded area nearby the Gut Bomb burger joint. True to his word, Kurt ordered and paid for both their meals and after about oh, ten minutes of waiting, Billy and Kurt were gunning it eating on the run for Bayville high.
"Ah! Late again!" Kurt looked at his watch frantically, same hand pulling at Billy's arm awkwardly. Kurt stuffed his gut bomb whole into his mouth, looking around to see nobody around and teleporting them closer to the school. Just barely away from the main doors. All they had to do was just get to the doors and- "Miss Darkholme!" Billy ducked behind Kurt, avoiding the principal's icy stare. Kurt was not as fortunate, principal Darkholme snatched his wrist taking a good look at his watch.
"Hm? Watch isn't slow." Her glare got colder if possible. "Must be you." Billy unconsciously shrunk down as Darkholme looked over Kurt's shoulder at the young blonde-haired woman. "And look here, Miss Quinn too? What a surprise?"
"Eh heh…" Principal Darkholme poked her forefinger at Kurt's chest repetitively.
"Another tardy from either of you, and I'm enrolling you in my after school group." The threat made Kurt's gut bomb go down with an almost painful gulp.
"Hey!" Scott stepped out, rescuing them from Darkholme's scolding. "Light a fire under it guys! Your teacher sent me to look for you." Scott taking them both by the shoulders quickly ushered them to the doors. "Miss Darkholme." Opening the doors and out of earshot he said. "Stopped off for another breakfast burger gut bomb, didn't you?" Scott pushed them through.
"Vhat can I say, it's an addiction."
"And lets face it," Billy's finger's curled under Kurt's jaw, giving it a squeeze. "I can't say no to this face, too cute."
Scott groaned rolling his eyes behind his ruby shades.
"I'm telling you, there is no way Dumptruck has a chance against Tchaikovsky! That guy is getting creamed Saturday." Billy jeered leading the way back to the manor after a long and uneventful day at school. Scott hot behind and Kurt bringing up the rear.
"No way. Dumptruck is gonna knock Tchaikovsky out of the ring easy." Now it's already been said that Scott and Billy hardly see eye to eye, however unbelievably they did share one common ground other than their mutant abilities. Professional wrestling. What, you don't think girls watch wrestling? They do so.
"Yeah right, in his dreams when Tchaikovsky knocks him out maybe!"
"You're crazy." The blonde light caster spun around radically pointing a dangerous finger at the brunette haired boy.
"And you're off your rocker if you think that lightweight's gonna last two minutes against the all time champ, so there!" Sticking out her tongue, she gave the oldest of the three a quick raspberry. Scott looked at her with momentary disbelief, Kurt trying his best to hide his laugh beside him.
"Very mature, Billy."
"I know you are, but what am I?"
"Insane, maybe?" Billy naturally gave Scott a look as he took the lead before sticking her tongue out at the back of his head. "I saw that."
"So?"
"Grow up." At this Billy smirked, catching up to old bazooka eyes and flicking him lightly on the nose.
"Never gonna happen, Scotty boy." Scott's would be repartee drowned out under a rumbling motor. Turning their heads, a burly man on a massive motorcycle almost ran the three teenagers over if not they had the common sense to get out of the way. The motorcyclist made no effort whatsoever to see for their wellbeing, he just rode that roaring Harley right into town. "What the hell is his hurry?"
The boys shrugged, dismiss it and walking onto the manor grounds. Billy looked back at the now empty road a moment longer before again running after her friends. "Okay, all things aside can you do me a solid and tape the match for me, Scotty? Ororo and I are going out to get a few things later and-"
Another rumbling motor and squealing tires Logan flew down the driveway breezing by them. What caught the blonde-haired girl's eye was he was attired in his X-suit. Okay, something is going down and if Wolverine was in the mix, it was going to be one hell of a party. Kurt must have had the same thought because he said. "Vhat's up vith Logan?"
"Whoa. That man is packing some serious attitude." Both Kurt and Billy shared a somewhat excited grin before looking at Scott with the same look.
"Vant to fallow him?" It did not take much to persuade their senior.
"Let's go!" Excited and eager they raced over to the garage, the door opening up revealing a small number of vehicles inside. Kurt keenly focused on the black armored van that was dead center.
"Should ve take ze X van?"
"Uh…a lower profile, I think." Scott lifted and lowered his hand, giving emphasis to his words before loping towards a sleek red hotrod convertible hopping into it, as if he was too cool to use the door. "And cooler besides." A quick animated laugh and Billy was racing to get in, jumping in as Scott had. Turning the engine on, Scott looked to the only one not in the car. "You coming?"
Kurt teleported, squeezing in the passenger's seat with Billy arm draped behind her. "Hit it." Scott hit the gas and the teenage-packed convertible was off after Logan. Already having a head start, it was not hard to keep a low profile and not be discovered by the man with superior senses as he rode into Bayville. However Logan may have had more of a head start than they had thought, somewhere in the bustling blocks of town. The metal-clawed mutant was nowhere to be seen.
Leaning out of the car, Kurt tried to catch sight of Logan or being dressed, as he was Wolverine. But alas, he had eluded them. "Ah, I lost him!" Aggravated, Kurt hit the side of Scott's car.
"Hey, hey! Watch the door panel." Scott scolded Kurt, worried of his precious convertible. "They're smudge resistant, not dent resistant." Billy rolled her eyes, and doing so got a glimpse of black and orange.
"Guys look! There he is!" Billy pointing up at parking structure, Scott and Kurt saw Wolverine standing at the top looking alert and searching for something. He must have found what he was looking for because he disappeared on the roof.
Only to have a familiar looking Harley drive over the edge and right over their heads. Billy was suddenly sandwiched between the two boys in a tight arm lock, it would have been something she'd brag about later if not for the fact they needed to do so in order for Kurt to teleport them out of danger. They poofed out of the red convertible as the motorcycle came down smashing into it. Scott was right, it really was not dent proof. A free tire crashed last as they poofed back just outside of the now damaged car.
"My car!"
"Be thankful it wasn't you." Billy said, seeing the top of his car completely smashed in. Loud crashes of concrete and metal came from inside the parking complex. "Come on," Billy reached for her bag, pulling out her X-suit. "The party's starting without us." They needed no encouragement as they disguised themselves and rushed up the levels.
Meanwhile, Logan was pinned between a support beam and a car. The burly man from before pushing the car into him, his hair sand colored and long with fangs and claws towering over Logan. "One shall fall by the other's hand, our destiny we can't change it." Sabertooth recited this, crushing the car against his longtime foe. It was all Wolverine could do to keep the car from pressing him into a pancake.
"I didn't know you went for that philosophy mumbo jumbo." His voice gruff and strained things were not looking good for him.
"Hey hairball!" Cyclops announced their appearance, Nightcrawler on his left, Lumonai on his right, his destructive eyes locked on Sabertooth. "I got your destiny right here!" Cyclops blasted the surprised Sabertooth into an off green van. Wolverine now free from the crushing force pushed the car off him. Nightcrawler and Lumonai lunged forward, Nightcrawler teleported, body slamming into Sabertooth bouncing off the bigger mutant like a rubber ball and flopping on the floor.
"Typical." Sabertooth stalked over him angrily, a beastly snarl came out has he towered over Nightcrawler about to tear him apart. Five bright blasts hit him rapid fire, knocking him back into the van. Sabertooth's face a mask of rage looked fiercely at Lumonai glaring daggers through her goggles, fists bright and armed.
Wolverine rushed back into the fight, tackling Sabertooth away from the younger mutants and into an elevator. Sabertooth kicked Wolverine off him and out of the elevator, the slicing sound of Wolverine's claws coming out following him. Wolverine lunged again; the elevator doors closed before he could reach his enemy. His adamantium claws sliced through the doors, but the elevator withdraw down.
"A taste of things to come, Wolverine." Sabertooth's voice echoed up the shaft. Wolverine glared down the shaft as the others gathered behind him.
"Ha! Ve showed him!" Proud they had one so quickly, Kurt crossed his arms coolly. "Ve are ze X-men!" Logan turned around and glared through his mask.
"I don't fight your battles, so don't fight mine." Logan turned to go.
"Ah, he loves us."
Scott scoffed, crossing his arms. "Oh yeah, big time."
"I think he took it pretty well, actually." Billy pushed her goggles up under her bangs, resting her hands on her hips. "At least he wasn't growling at us, that's good right?" Both boys looked at each other, knowing she had a point. "See, good thing." Her smile flashing to grin, she lifted her white glove to look at her watch. "And I got to skedaddle on out of here." Pulling her glove back down Billy got running. "I'll see you guys later, okay?"
"Later." Leaving Scott and Kurt to find their own way considering how Scott's car was scrapped, Billy ran down the complex picking up her bag she had hidden away, quickly changing back into her normal clothes and fishing out her cell phone. Stepping out of the complex Billy pressed speed dial and waited.
"Billy dear, I was beginning to worry." Ororo's voice held a light sarcasm, one Billy was glad she had.
"Sorry Ororo, I got a little caught up in something and forgot about the time." The blonde-haired girl rubbed the back of head, laughing awkwardly as her bad sense of time had reared its ugly head yet again.
"Fair enough. Where are you, child?" Billy flicked back her bangs, getting an idea where she was. Recognizing a few landmarks, she easily replied. "I'm a few blocks away from the mall. Is it okay if I meet you there?" It would definitely save her a lot of time from running to the manor only to drive back again. "Seeing as I'm closer and all?"
"Of course. I will be there shortly."
"Okay. Tootles." Billy flipped her phone closed and shoved it onto her pocket with a happy vigor. Walking down the sidewalk in stride, her mind abuzz with ideas for their new guest. Feeling giddy, it was all Billy could do not to skip down the street. She would have to make the room pop if she wanted to make this girl feel welcome.
She had a lot of shopping to do.
"That looks good…" Billy stood in a vacant room in the manor now adorned in bright warm colors and other fine things, frantically making the final additions. Now she was putting up a popular boy band poster. "But maybe it would look better over here." Taking it down, she tried another part of the room. "No, that won't work, maybe here." Billy took it down again and tried hanging it above the head of the bed, jumping on the mattress like a rabbit. "It's better, but…" Drumming her fingers on her chin, she looked at the room in many directions. "What about here? No, wait. Here is better. Up here? No, that's no good. Maybe-"
"Now, now Billy." Ororo consoled her young student, stepping up behind her resting her hands on Billy's shoulders. "You've done more than enough here, the room is stunning. I'm sure she'll be overjoyed with what you've done."
"You think so?"
"Absolutely."
"I hope so, the Professor didn't really give me any idea what kind of things she was into." Billy glanced at the poster than to her mentor. "I'm winging it big time here." Billy looked at the poster again, lifting it a little closer to her face. "I'm not even sure if she likes this band." Ororo laughed, patting her shoulder.
"Then I suppose we can hang it in your room." Billy scrunched up her nose.
"Are you kidding? EW, these guys are total sellouts! No way!" Ororo let Billy have a trivial look.
"Then why are you giving it to her?" Billy grinned.
"Because even with my obvious distaste, they are a very popular band and most girls love'em to death." Ororo laughed lightly, Billy grinning cheekily.
"You are just full of surprises, Billy dear."
"Don't I know it." Billy laughed, looking thoughtfully at the poster. "You know what; I'll just leave this on the bed." Her mind made up, Billy put the said poster at the end of the bed, next to a small pink paper bag tied closed by a pink ribbon. "I'll let her figure out where to put it."
"A wonderful idea."
"I know, my genius surprises even me." She put on a proud façade; fingers fanned across her forehead. Ororo laughed, shaking her head. "What, too much?"
"Not at all."
The door opened, Ororo and Billy face towards Xavier, Jean, and a young blue-eyed brown-haired girl coming in. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail, two dark brown locks were cradling the sides of her face, and a thin pink sweater hung closely on her torso, held fast with one button revealing a cream-colored undershirt beneath it with Capri jeans and sandals and a beaded chain necklace around her neck. Billy smiled, watching them come in. "Welcome back, Professor. Jean."
"Hello Billy, I trust you didn't give Ororo too much trouble while I was gone?"
"Nope. It's been smooth sailing." Billy smoothed her hand through the air. "We got the joint all nice and pretty for our guest of honor here." She waved around the room, showing off her hard work. "Is this cool or what?" Xavier with a warm knowing smile turned to their newcomer standing nervously behind him.
"I hope you don't mind I had Ororo and Billy arrange this for you, Kitty?" Kitty looked around, seeing her accommodations moving past the two telepaths. Billy and Ororo greeted her with welcoming smiles.
"Wow…" She was surprised, anyone would have been. However, it was the amazement in her eyes that made Billy's day. She liked what she saw, Billy's taste in decoration was not for not. "This is so nice."
"Thank you." Billy said before reaching for the small pink bag on the bed and presenting it to Kitty. "From me to you, a little something to welcome you by." Still surprised, Kitty took the small present. Pulling the pink ribbon free, she opened it. From inside, Kitty pulled out a small stuffed pink bunny with small glossy eyes and a button nose. Kitty smiled at the small bunny, the fur plush beneath her fingers, the stuffed toy was adorable. Kitty looked up to see Billy sharing the same smile.
"Welcome to the X-men, Kitty."
Another chapter.
I finally figured out a codename for Billy, Lumonai (Loo-mon-i) Just wanted to throw a little creativity in there.
I hoped you all enjoyed it. Comments and critiques are always welcome.
I'll write the next one as soon as I can.
Ta ta, lovelies.