CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: CRASHDANCE
Xavier Institute, March 27, 2008
It was early Friday morning when Alison woke up, yawning and stretching lazily, before getting out of bed, and changing out of her silver nightgown and into her uniform. After she'd changed, Dazzler headed out of her room, walking towards the Danger Room elevator, sleepily rubbing her eyes.
Sometimes, she hated early morning training.
After walking a few feet, Dazzler heard Rogue and Shadowcat's voices ahead of her, as she caught sight of her teammates. "Tonight is going to be awesome!" Kitty squealed. "It's going to be the most romantic night of the year!"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Oh, Gawd." she muttered. "Pryde, Ah swear, if ya keep talkin' 'bout you an' Lance goin' to the dance, Ah'm gonna hurl!"
Shadowcat laughed. "Oh, like you're one to talk!" she exclaimed. "You're just as excited about going to the dance with Remy as I am about going with Lance!"
Rogue snorted. "At least Ah don't go into 'girly-gush' mode every fifteen minutes."
Kitty giggled. "No, you just dream about him, every night!"
Rogue's eyes widened. "Ah...Ah don't know what you're talkin' about."
Shadowcat smiled. "News flash, Rogue: you talk in your sleep."
No amount of makeup could have covered up Rogue's now-rosy complexion.
Smiling, Dazzler walked up to her friends. "Hey, girls." she greeted.
"Hey, Ali!" Kitty said. "So, are we all hooked up for tonight?"
Dazzler nodded. "I managed to call in a few favors with Febrise; he's agreed to set you two, Jean, Tabitha, and I up for tonight. By the time we get there, our dresses should be ready."
Rogue groaned. "Ah can't believe Ah agreed to this."
"Hey, you want to look your best, tonight, right?" Kitty asked. She smiled. "I can't believe we're actually going to get our dresses from Ali's former wardrobe master! It's so cool, having a pop sensation for a friend!"
Dazzler smiled. "It's nice to know I could help." She couldn't fault Kitty for being enthusiastic; Alison was quite excited, herself.
Tonight was the annual Sadie Hawkins Girls' Choice Dance.
Alison smiled to herself; last year, she'd missed the dance – along with the rest of the school year – due to being on tour. She was really looking forward to tonight...especially since she was going with Clark. Tonight, they could just spend a lovely, romantic evening together, like any other young couple did.
Sighing to herself, Dazzler also remembered how half the school was gossiping, anxious to finally see her "elusive" boyfriend. She and Clark had to be careful to not let anyone realize his true identity...despite the fact that she wanted to sing out loud that Clark Kent was the man that she loved.
Rogue grinned as she noticed Dazzler's expression. "Looks lahke Kitty ain't the only one looking forward to tonight." she quipped.
Shadowcat smiled, nodding. "Yeah! You must be psyched about tonight, Ali!" she exclaimed.
Dazzler felt her face start to go rosy. "Clarkie and I are looking forward to it." she agreed. She smiled at Rogue. "I'm sure you and Remy are, too."
Rogue's smile became a bit wistful. "Yeah, provided we don't overdo it." That statement slightly sobered the moment; after doing more tests, Mr. McCoy had determined that, if Rogue and Remy touched for too long, Rogue's powers would eventually start to drain Remy. Beast had estimated that Rogue and Remy could safely touch for about five minutes before Rogue's powers overtook Remy's. However, Hank had also theorized that, with repeated contact, Remy's powers could "adapt" to Rogue's, and produce more kinetic energy, allowing them to touch for longer periods of time.
By then, the three of them had reached the elevator, and headed in. "Wait up!" Jean called, as she hurried down the hall, darting into the elevator as Kitty held it open.
"Thanks." Jean said, smiling. "So, is everything set for tonight?"
Shadowcat nodded. "Ali told us that her friend will have our dresses ready for us, this afternoon."
Rogue chuckled. "Whah do ya ask?" she quipped. "Anxious to knock Mr. Uptight's eyes outta his shades?"
Jean suppressed a light laugh. "Rogue, that isn't nice!"
By then, the elevator had reached the control room, and the four walked out into the control room, where the rest of the X-Men, as well as the instructors and the New Mutants – save Nightcrawler and Wolverine – had gathered. As he saw her, Superman smiled at Alison, who smiled back at her boyfriend.
Below them, in the Danger Room, was Nightcrawler, as well as Wolverine and the mutant known as Forge. Forge was around Kurt's height and frame, in his mid-to-late teens, with mid-length black hair, dark eyes, and fairly dark skin, clad in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Forge had an extraordinary talent with machines and technology, which only made his mutation all the more beneficial; he could morph his arm into a highly advanced electronic multi-tool. He had been born in the 70's, and had been trapped in a pocket dimension he'd designed – called "Middleverse" – until the X-Men, with the Fantastic Four, had rescued him.
Forge had just finished tinkering with an electronic vest that Nightcrawler had strapped to his chest. "Okay, my fine, furred friend," he said, "you should be good to go!"
Kurt smiled. "Danke!"
"Okay, Kurt, just remember; in and out. Nothing fancy." Cyclops said.
"Yes, Kurt," the Professor agreed, "today is simply about finding out exactly where you go when you teleport. Do not put yourself at any further risk."
Nightcrawler nodded. "I know." he agreed.
"Okay, Elf." Wolverine said. "Whenever you're ready." At that, Nightcrawler took a deep breath, and looked to a spot across the room.
Bamf!
Nightcrawler vanished in a puff of brimstone. Instead of reappearing, however, Kurt remained gone for a few minutes.
Multiple looked worried. "Clark," he asked, "is Kurt okay?"
Superman smiled. "He should be fine, Jamie." he answered. "Forge's device just slows down Kurt's teleporting, so it can record exactly where he goes."
Just then, Nightcrawler reappeared in another brimstone cloud, looking bewildered. "Vhoa...zat vas veird!" he exclaimed.
At that, the data from Kurt's vest started to feed into the control room's screen. The screen depicted a fiery, cavernous, underground realm, filled with craggy rock outcroppings and pits of red-hot lava. "Whoa." Iceman murmured.
"Blue goes through there?" Boom-Boom whispered.
"Fuzzy's got guts." Berzerker said.
"This is amazing..." Beast murmured. "Kurt...seems to travel through an entirely different dimension when he teleports..."
Storm looked worried. "Then he's lucky he moves through it so quickly." she said. "I wouldn't want to linger in such a place for very long."
Beast took a closer look at the readout on the screen. "These readings indicate the presence of organic molecules..." he mused.
Just then, a two-legged, lizard-like creature, with dark red scales, beady black eyes, and a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth appeared in the distance. Beast promptly zoomed in...revealing about a half-dozen of the creatures.
Superman frowned. "Looks like we've found our organic molecules."
Cannonball gulped. "Ah sure wouldn't want to meet any of those critters anywhere, let alone..!"
"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about." Beast said. "Under normal circumstances, Kurt passes through their dimension incredibly fast; they're probably not even aware of us."
Cyclops looked concerned. "Famous last words, Mr. McCoy."
"Well, I think it's time for all of you to get ready for school." the Professor said.
Superman nodded. "And I need to get ready for work." he agreed. With that, they all left the control room, as Nightcrawler and Wolverine headed out of the Danger Room.
Had they stayed a moment longer, they may have spied the tiniest of flashes, forming right where Kurt had 'ported. The flash slightly widened, becoming a rift of light...and a lizard-like claw reached out from it...
...and then, as quickly as it had formed, the flash vanished.
After leaving the Danger Room, Dazzler hurried to catch up to Superman. "Clark, wait up!"
Superman instantly stopped as he heard her voice, and he turned to her, smiling. "Hey, Ali." he greeted.
Alison smiled back. "Hey." she replied. "So...tonight's the night."
Superman smiled his usual, charming smile, the one that could oh-so-easily turn her into a helpless puddle of hormonal goo. "Yeah." he agreed. "I'm really looking forward to it."
Alison's smile grew, as she felt a familiar rosy tint creep over her face. "Me, too." she cooed. "It'll be my first school dance since my freshman year, since before I started my career."
Superman grinned sheepishly, an expression that Alison couldn't help but find absolutely adorable. "It'll be my first high school dance ever." he admitted.
Alison nodded, smiling wistfully; Clark had sacrificed his teen years to his training in the Fortress...all to eventually become the hero he was, today. She walked closer to him, standing up on her toes, and looped her arms around his neck. "Then I'll have to do my best to make it a night to remember." she cooed flirtatiously. And she meant every word; she wanted, just once, to let her Clarkie have a nice, normal evening.
Superman smiled, as his arms encircled her waist, in a loving, protective embrace that Alison absolutely loved. "Any moment I spend with you is memorable, taushi." he whispered, before he punctuated the sentence with a tender kiss.
Dazzler sighed happily, eagerly reciprocating, allowing herself to get lost in her boyfriend's arms for a few wonderful moments...until she felt him suddenly freeze. She ended the kiss, burying her head in his chest, suppressing her giggles. "Duty calls." she cooed.
Superman smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, baby..."
"Don't be." Dazzler said, smiling. "It's just part of what makes you the man that I love."
Superman smiled. "Have I told you how much I love you, lately?"
Dazzler smiled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "You can tell me tonight." she whispered. "Now, get going!" Superman smiled at that...before darting off at super-speed; in seconds, he had cleared the nearest window and was flying off, a sonic boom echoing behind him. Smiling to herself, Dazzler headed to her room, a joyful spring in her step.
Bayville High
Scott and the others managed to reach Bayville High before the initial class bell rang, giving them plenty of time to get ready for class. After Scott had parked his car, he, Jean, Kurt, Evan, and Alison got out, as Kitty and Tabitha hopped out of Lance's jeep, while Remy and Rogue pulled up to the school on Remy's bike. As they walked in, Jean smiled at Scott as she waved good-bye, before she headed for her locker. Scott could only smile back goofily, a stupid, love-struck grin on his face.
Kurt grinned at Scott's expression. "Oh, you've got it bad, mein freund."
Scott chuckled. "Yeah, just like you are about Amanda." he quipped. "Has she asked you, yet?"
Kurt smiled sheepishly. "Not yet." he admitted. "I know ve have gone out a few times, but she's been really shy, lately." He grinned. "My fingers are crossed!"
Scott smiled. "She will." he said. "She likes you, no doubt about it."
"Hey, Scott."
Scott smiled as his friend, Paul Andersen, walked up. Paul was 17, like Scott, and of the same height and frame, with short blond hair and hazel eyes, in his usual blue t-shirt and khaki pants. "Hey, man." Scott greeted.
Paul grinned. "So, you psyched to be goin' to the dance with Jean?"
Scott chuckled. "Oh, yeah."
"Figured." Paul said. "You've only been crazy about her since you met her."
Scott nodded. "What about you?"
Paul smiled. "Taryn asked me." he replied. "Although something tells me that if you and Jean weren't together, she'd have asked you."
Scott laughed. "Well, I guess since I'm off the market, Taryn got the chance to see how great a guy you are." he said. He chuckled. "Wait, did that sound as cheesy as I think it did?"
"Cheesier."
Scott chuckled. "Thought so." Just then, the class bell rang. "Well, see you later."
Paul nodded. "Later, man." he said. With that, they headed to their respective classes.
The morning passed fairly quickly for Jean, and it was soon lunch period. After dropping her books at her locker, Jean promptly met up with Taryn, before heading to lunch with her friend.
"You must be psyched for tonight, right, Jean?" Taryn asked.
Jean smiled, nodding. "After everything, this year, it'll be nice for Scott and I to have a nice, romantic evening." she said. And that was the truth.
Taryn smiled. "To be honest, Jean, I've been a bit jealous of you." she confessed. "At the start of the year, I...kinda had my eye on Scott; if you hadn't made a move on him when you did, I would've gladly scooped him up."
Jean blinked, unsure how to respond. "Oh."
"But don't get me wrong, Jean; I'm really happy for you and Scott!" Taryn said. "He's a really great guy, and after putting up with Duncan for as long as you have, you deserve the best!"
Jean smiled. "Thanks." she said. "And Paul's a great guy, too; I'm glad for you."
"Thanks!" Taryn said. She lightly blushed. "Either Scott or Paul would've been my second choice for a date, tonight."
Jean blinked. "Then...who would have been your first?"
Taryn laughed, her face getting a bit rosy. "Who do you think?" she giggled. "But it's not like Superman has a listed number!"
Jean managed to suppress a knowing smile. "I suppose not." she commented.
"Did you hear? Someone caught a partial photo of him over on the east coast of China!" Taryn continued. "Apparently, there was a tanker in distress, but it miraculously managed to make it to port, when it was taking on water! That has to be proof that he exists!"
Jean shrugged. "I guess we'll never know." she said. With that, the two of them headed on to lunch.
In his chemistry class, the last class before lunch, Kurt was having a hard time concentrating...as he couldn't help but occasionally glance back to Amanda's desk, where, if he was lucky, he could catch her stealing glances at him.
Just then, the lunch bell rang, and the entire class got up for lunch. Kurt started to gather his books...
"Um...Kurt?"
Kurt froze at the sound of Amanda's lovely voice, before turning to face her. "Oh...uh...h-hey, 'Mandy." Kurt greeted. "H-How's it going?" Inwardly, he kicked himself. 'Real smooth, fuzzy dude.'
Amanda smiled shyly at his use of her nickname. "Oh, I-I'm okay." she stammered, sounding just as nervous as he felt, which made Kurt feel a little better. "I...I was just wondering...did you...I mean, if no-one's asked you, yet...did you want to go to the dance with me, tonight?"
Kurt grinned so much, he was surprised his face didn't cramp up. "S-Sure!" he exclaimed.
Amanda beamed. "Really?!" she exclaimed. "T-Thank you! I'll meet you outside the school, tonight, okay?"
Kurt smiled, nodding. "Okay." he replied. Smiling, Amanda gave him a shy little wave, before she headed off. Grinning stupidly, Kurt did a quick 'happy-dance,' the perfect love-struck fool, before he hurried off to meet his friends.
After the lunch bell rang, Alison headed to her locker, where she promptly deposited her textbooks, before going to meet her friends. She had just closed her locker when Amanda darted up to her. "You were right, Ali!" Amanda squealed. "Kurt said yes!!"
Alison smiled. "Now, didn't I tell you he would?" she asked; a few days ago, Amanda had confided in Alison that she was nervous about asking Kurt to the dance, fearful that going to the dance was a major step-up in the exclusivity scale...which would cause any guy to bolt.
She was glad to have helped.
"I should never have doubted you!" Amanda exclaimed, giving Alison a quick hug. "I just can't wait! Oh, I hope Kurt likes the dress I picked out..!"
Alison smiled. "Kurt's crazy about you, Amanda." she assured her. "You could show up in a potato sack, and he'd still think you were the prettiest girl in the world."
Amanda smiled. "I hope so." she said. "And I'm curious to finally meet this 'Kal' guy you're always talking about!"
Now it was Alison's turn to smile. "Oh, Amanda, he's just...super!" she exclaimed, suppressing an ironic smile.
Amanda smiled...and then her expression collapsed, as she looked behind Alison. At first, Alison was confused...and then she rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "Go away, Pietro."
As expected, the silver-haired speedster was standing behind Alison; he'd been pestering her to go to the dance with him for weeks. "Hey, babe." Pietro greeted, casually leaning against the lockers. "Just so you know, I think I could squeeze you onto my dance card, tonight. What do you say?"
"Oh, gee, I don't know; how about, 'Get lost, jerk,' or, 'I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last guy on earth.'" Alison snapped. "Pick one."
Pietro scowled. "So, you're still hung up on that loser, huh?" he sneered.
Alison's eyes narrowed. "From what I've seen, Maximoff, there's only one guy I've talked to who's a loser." she retorted. "And it isn't Kal."
Pietro's face twisted in fury. "Why him?!" he yelled. "Why?! What has he got that I don't?!"
Alison's eyes narrowed; enough was enough. "Why?" Alison repeated. "Fine! Here's why, Pietro! Kal doesn't treat women like they're just miniskirts; he doesn't put on any macho acts; he cares about me, rather than just acting nice long enough to get in my pants! The reason I can't stand guys like you, Pietro, is that you're takers; you think that the entire world revolves around you! Kal has every reason to think he's better than everyone else, but he doesn't!! He's the most humble, most selfless soul on the planet, and none of the sniping or belittling you try to do will ever change that!! Get this through your thick skull, Maximoff!! I DON'T LIKE YOU!!!"
As she finished that angry statement, a cheer went up from around Alison; her furious tirade had drawn a crowd. "You go, girl!" one other girl cheered. Scowling, Pietro stormed off.
Amanda chuckled. "Wow, Alison, you sure showed him!"
Alison lightly smiled. "He had it coming." she said. Then, Alison headed off to lunch, to meet her friends, as Amanda headed off to her own locker.
As lunch hour came around, Scott and the others gathered at their usual table, save for Jean and Rogue, who had yet to arrive. Scott chuckled as he noted the goofy grin on Kurt's face when he'd arrived. "Amanda asked you, didn't she?"
Kurt grinned goofily, staring off into space. "I have to be zhe luckiest blue elf alive..."
Kitty smiled. "We're so happy for you, Kurt!"
Lance nodded, looping an arm around Kitty's shoulders. "Way to go, Little Blue!"
Tabitha chuckled, looking to Alison. "Hey, Ali, we just heard about how you chewed Pietro out, a few minutes ago!" she exclaimed. "It's about time someone shut him up!"
Alison nodded. "Guys like him make me sick." she said. "They think they're God's gift to women." Smiling, she sighed happily. "But that honor belongs to Kal..."
Tabitha nodded. "Amen to that." she agreed. "Hold onto him, girl."
"Hey, guys." Jean greeted, as she sat down next to Scott. "What's going on?"
"Oh, just talking." Scott replied.
"More specifically, talking about how Ali tore a strip off Pietro, just now." Kitty added.
"Does Kal approve of that?"
Scott automatically frowned as Anita and her clique walked up to them. "Look, we're just trying to enjoy our lunch in peace." he said.
"Yeah, so take a hike." Tabitha added.
Anita didn't quit. "So, you act all sweet around Kal, but the minute he's not around, the claws come out." she sneered. "Personally, I would think that he would prefer someone with only one face."
Alison rolled her eyes. "You, of course, being the expert on duplicity."
Anita frowned. "I hope you do have a nice evening," she said archly, "and do be careful."
Remy arched an eyebrow. "If Remy didn' know better, 'e'd say dat sounds like a t'reat."
"Consider it fair warning." Anita said.
"Whatever, LeRoux." Alison replied. "Now, we're trying to eat, and in case you didn't notice, this table is in a Bitch-Free Zone." At that, Anita scowled, and walked away with her cronies.
Remy frowned. "Merde, dat femme be a pain."
"Hey, all." Rogue greeted as she sat down.
Remy grinned. "Firs' LeRoux leaves, and den y' come, chere; like goin' from 'ell t' heaven."
Rogue smiled. "Aw, can it, Cajun." she said playfully.
"So, where were you, Rogue?" Kitty inquired.
"Oh, Ah was just talkin' to Risty." Rogue replied. "Ah probably would've hung out with her at the dance, if Ah didn't have a date."
Jean smiled. "It looks like pretty much all of us have a date, now."
Evan nodded. "Yeah, I guess we do; you know that girl Clarice from my Math class?" he said. "She just asked me before I came to meet you guys."
"What about you, Tab?" Kitty inquired.
Tabitha shrugged. "Hey, who needs a date to have fun?" she laughed. "I figured I'd just hang out, and maybe I'd dance with one of the other Brotherhood guys; they're really not all that bad – I have a few of my classes with them."
Scott nodded. "Why not? There's no reason we all can't have a little truce."
Just then, Kurt gasped. "Guys, I just thought of somezhing!" he cried. "V-Vat if Amanda gets too close to me, and feels my fur?!"
"Hey, that's right, man," Evan said, "and if you hold hands, she's gonna feel two fuzzy fingers."
"Oh, man, zat's right!" Kurt wailed. "Ach, vat vas I thinking?! I have to call zhis off!"
"Whoa, Kurt, calm down." Scott said. "Just wear gloves, tonight, okay? And if Amanda asks you about them, just make up a reason; like whenever someone asks about my shades, I tell them it's an eye condition, and they buy it."
Jean nodded. "It'll be fine, Kurt. You just have to be careful, that's all."
"Oh. Okay." Kurt agreed. Just then, the bell rang for class, and they all got up to head to class.
As the students of Bayville High headed for their lockers in the hallway of the school, Anita watched the X-Men as they dispersed for their respective lockers...while glaring hatefully at Alison.
That Blaire girl infuriated her; the only thing standing between Anita and the man of her dreams was that little blond twit. Worse still, she was keeping Kal-El from becoming what he should be.
And that was what really worried Anita. After she and her father had visited Destiny, the mutant seer had revealed some additional details about Kal-El's fate...and what he would bring to the world.
Anita had never seen her father afraid – had never thought him capable of fear – but the prophetess' words had troubled him.
Kal-El was supposed to unite the mutant race and rule the planet...with her at his side, and her father acting as the wise advisor...not bring some foolish idea of 'justice' to the world. He was supposed to be her father's successor, not oppose him. Kal-El's destiny was clear.
She would make sure of it.
With these thoughts, Anita headed to her afternoon class.
After returning to the Institute when school let out, Kurt promptly suited up and met the Professor, Forge, and Wolverine in the Danger Room. "So, Elf, you ready for another trip?" Wolverine asked.
Nightcrawler nodded. "I zhink so."
Forge made some final adjustments on the high-tech vest, before handing it to Nightcrawler. "You and Wolverine should be able to remain in that dimension for a few minutes before your powers bring you out, Kurt." he explained. "You should be able to get some good readings."
"Just make sure you're careful." the Professor said. "We don't know if the creatures you saw are friendly."
"That's why I'm goin', Chuck." Wolverine said. "Whenever you're ready, Elf. 'Port as far as you can."
Nightcrawler nodded, before taking hold of Wolverine's arm, and 'porting them away.
In that half-an-instant shifting sensation that Nightcrawler always felt when he 'ported, Nightcrawler found himself back in that fiery, almost infernal-looking dimension that he'd seen briefly, earlier today.
It still creeped him out.
Wolverine looked around. "Nice place." he commented. "You could make a killing in the home-heating business, here."
Nightcrawler nodded. "Ja." he agreed. "I sure hop Forge gets zhe data he needs from zhis trip..."
A feral growl cut the air, interrupting Kurt. Startled, Nightcrawler spun around...to see one of the demonic lizard-creatures stalking towards him, its teeth bared.
Just then, another creature stalked into view, from behind a rock. And then another. And another, until over a half-dozen of the demonic lizards surrounded them.
Wolverine scowled, popping out his claws. "'Not aware of us,' eh, McCoy?" he muttered. "One-Eye was right."
Roaring, one lizard pounced at Wolverine, who ducked low and slashed it across its belly, driving it back. As another creature closed on Nightcrawler, he leapt out of its range, before kicking off a nearby rock formation, and booting the lizard away.
As two of their brethren were driven back, the rest of the lizards growled menacingly, angrily. Two lizards then leapt at Wolverine, who caught the first by the jaws, before throwing it right at the second one, knocking them both back...as another two started to close on him. "Any time, now, Elf!"
As he evaded the jaws of another lizard, Nightcrawler felt the shifting sensation begin, and he grabbed hold of Wolverine's arm...
...as his 'port finished, depositing them in the quiet, cool darkness of Forge's old lab, near the school.
Wolverine let out a small sigh of exertion. "Never a dull moment, around here." he muttered. "Brother, do I need a smoke, right now."
"Zat's it!!" Nightcrawler cried, frantically pulling the vest off of him. "No more!! I'm not doing any more experiments ever again! Not after zat!" His expression turned to utter horror. "Zat vas Hell, Herr Logan! Zat's vhy zhere's brimstone every time I 'port!! I 'port through Hell!!" he cried. "I'm never using my powers ever again! It's not worth it!!!"
"Easy, there, Elf." Wolverine said, placing a hand on the horrified youth's shoulder. He then switched on his communicator. "Hey, Chuck? It's Logan. You'd better get down here with the X-Van. I don't think the Elf's up to a return trip."
"Of course, Logan. We'll be there, soon."
"Got it. Logan out." Wolverine said, as he switched off his communicator. "Look, Kurt, that wasn't Hell..."
"Vat else could it be?!" Nightcrawler cried. "Gott in Himmel...vat have I done?!"
"Kurt." Wolverine said. "Did you see anybody with horns?"
"Vell...no."
"Anybody sporting a pitchfork?"
"No."
"Then it wasn't Hell." Wolverine said firmly. "You got nothing to worry about in that regard."
Nightcrawler grimaced. "Hell or not, I'm still not using my powers ever again! It's too risky!"
Wolverine sighed; he wasn't winning this battle, today. "Okay, Elf. Whatever you say." he said. Then, they could only just sit back, and wait for the X-Van to arrive.
It was around 6:00 when Clark got back from work; he would have been back sooner, but old JJ had managed to scrounge up some "vital" paperwork that had needed doing. When he'd gotten back, he'd learned that Kurt's second 'porting experiment hadn't gone too well. He'd also learned that Alison, Jean, Kitty, Rogue, and Tabitha had all returned from their little trip to New York to pick up their dresses.
After getting a quick snack, Clark darted to his room, and quickly got dressed; super-speed certainly could make things simpler. In minutes, he'd donned a black casual suit, consisting of a black jacket with simple gold cufflinks, over a simple white shirt, and black slacks. He'd opted not to wear a tie, leaving the very top button open, as well as to leave his glasses and image-inducer home; he'd been seen at the school as the clumsy "Clark Kent,"and he couldn't risk being recognized.
His change done, Clark walked out of his room, and walked down to the bottom of the stairs in the main hall...a few minutes before the other guys walked down the stairs, in their own suits. "Aw, man," Evan laughed, "he only gets here a few minutes ago, and he's still the first one ready!"
Clark chuckled. "One of the benefits to super-speed, I guess." he said.
"Okay, we're ready!"
At that, Clark and the other guys all looked up the stairs...and froze.
Jean smiled at Scott as she walked down the stairs; she was clad in a light-gold-colored, gleaming, slim, strapless gown, ending at her mid-thigh, with a simple, light lavender scarf encircling her neck, with her hair down, flowing down her back. Kitty descended next, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she smiled at Lance. She wore a simple, light blue, spaghetti-strap gown, reaching just past her knees, her chestnut hair tied in an elegant bun at the back of her head. Rogue followed, clad in a long, slim, halter-style emerald gown, that seemed to shine as it caught the light, with long gloves covering her arms, her auburn hair in shimmery waves. Rogue smiled as she saw Remy...and his expression. Tabitha was next, clad in a dark red, slim gown, reaching just past mid-thigh, her hair now down a bit more than usual.
But, for Clark, the best came last.
Boy, was he glad that his circulatory system didn't work like most people's...because he could swear his heart just stopped.
Alison smiled at him as she walked down. She was an absolute vision; she wore a long, slim evening gown, reaching to her feet; the lower half of the gown was silver-blue, and the upper part was a deep, sparkling blue, with a single, diamond-shaped open spot, just below her throat, where the pendant he'd given her for Christmas rested, with long, silver-blue gloves on her hands. Her shimmery, strawberry-blonde hair was elegantly piled high on her head, with a few golden tendrils framing her lovely face, and her lips were a soft shell-pink.
Alison smiled at him, the tiniest rosy tint creeping across her face. "So?" she inquired. "What do you think, Clarkie?"
Clark tried to answer, but his voice simply would not work.
Kitty giggled. "I think you broke him, Ali!"
Alison looked worried at his expression. Finally finding his voice, Clark smiled. "Omnium siru gli'ru faer ti'lu cren."
Alison smiled shyly. "What?"
Clark chuckled. "It's Kryptonian." he said. "It means, 'Glory to the Creator for creating you.'"
Alison blushed fiercely. "Th-Thank you!"
Tabitha laughed. "Damn, girl, you know you're hot when you get a reaction in an alien language!"
Scott smiled at Jean. "Wow, Jean," he whispered, "you look amazing."
Jean smiled back. "Thank you." she cooed. "And you look really handsome, Scott."
"Kit, you look beautiful." Lance said, smiling.
Kitty lightly blushed. "Thanks!"
"Mon Dieu, chere," Remy whispered, "now, didn' Remy tell y' dat y' was de mos' belle fille in de world?"
Rogue smiled. "Keep it up, Cajun." she said flirtatiously.
Evan smiled. "Lookin' good, Tabs!" he said, giving his friend the thumbs-up of approval.
"Thanks!" Tabitha said, laughing. "I'm glad somebody noticed!"
"Well," Scott said, placing an arm around Jean's shoulders, "let's get going!" At that, they all started to head to Scott's convertible. As they walked, Clark placed an arm around Alison, causing her to smile...
...and then, Clark froze. "Uh-oh."
Everyone stopped dead in their tracks at that. "Aw, man, CK," Evan exclaimed, "you're kidding!"
Clark looked pained. "England. Train bridge out. A passenger train will reach the bridge in five minutes..."
"Merde, if dat ain' bad timin', den Remy don' know what is." Remy said.
Clark turned to Alison, his expression saddened. "Oh, God, Ali, I am so sorry..."
Alison silenced him with a sweet kiss. "Don't worry." she said, smiling wistfully. "People need you, Clarkie." Her smile grew. "But you definitely owe me a dance!"
Clark grinned. "Taushi, I owe you a lot more than that." he said softly.
Alison smiled. "You just get back as soon as you can." she cooed.
"Ali can just hang with all of us until you get back!" Kitty added.
Clark smiled. "Thanks, guys." he said. "I'll see you all soon." And with that, he darted off at top speeds, zipping back into the Institute, changing out of his clothes and donning his uniform. Superman then darted for the nearest window, opened it, and took off into the sky, a sonic boom echoing behind him.
Shortly after Clark had flown off, Scott and the others headed to the dance. By the time they arrived, the dance was in full swing. "Well, we're here." Alison said.
Kurt gulped. "Does anyone see Amanda..?"
"Kurt!"
Just then, Amanda hurried over to Kurt; she was wearing a mid-length, slim, over-one-shoulder-style black gown, her hair in long, elegant braids. Kurt smiled. "Vow...Amanda...you look...vunderbar...ach, I mean, vonderful..."
Amanda smiled shyly. "Thanks, Kurt." she cooed. "And you look...really handsome." Kurt smiled goofily, before offering his arm to Amanda, who smiled, and laced her arm around his elbow, as they headed into the dance, with the others promptly following.
Some time after the students had left, Charles had returned to the control room of the Danger Room with Logan and Hank, and found Forge there, hard at work, analyzing the data. "So, Forge, how goes the analysis?" Charles inquired.
"The data indicates that the dimension those critters inhabit is, to an extent, capable of supporting life, which means that there's probably a lot more of 'em than what Kurt and Logan saw." Forge explained.
Wolverine snorted. "Terrific."
"Are we in any danger of them following Kurt's teleportation into this plane?" Hank asked.
"Hmm...well, it's theoretically possible that slowing Kurt's 'ports could place a greater strain on the fabric of space-time, making the gap between dimensions thin enough for them to cross over..." Forge mused, "...but if that was happening, we'd be seeing it, by now..."
Suddenly, a bright flash of light burst into the Danger Room below...as a dimensional rift opened...and five demonic lizards hopped through, as the rift closed.
Forge groaned. "Me and my big mouth."
Beast's eyes widened. "Oh, my stars and garters..."
Logan scowled. "Great. Just great." he muttered, as he popped out his claws. "Looks like lizard stew's on the menu, tonight."
"Hang on!" Forge exclaimed. "If I can find my Middleverse portal-generator, I should be able to adjust it to send them back!"
"Yeah, you do that." Wolverine said. "Me, I think I'll take care of these critters the old-fashioned way!" And with that, he slashed the glass barrier, shattering it, before diving towards the lizards from the control room.
Wolverine landed on one lizard, stabbing his claws through the back of its neck, before kicking away the two that were closing on him. Snarling, he slashed at another lizard, driving it back...and then, the fifth lizard leapt onto his back, starting to tear at him with its teeth...
...and then a powerful, blue-furred hand yanked the lizard off, and tossed it aside, as Beast, after leaping after Wolverine, pounced at the recovering two lizards, slamming one aside, and then pounding the other with mighty hand-slams.
Wolverine grinned. "I thought you weren't big on violence."
Beast calmed. "I do believe that there are often better solutions to problems," he said, as the first two lizards rapidly recovered, "but there comes a time when every man has to stand up for...oh, you get the point!!"
And he punctuated the sentence by backhanding another lizard, knocking it aside. Wolverine then rolled towards a recovering lizard, revitalized as his healing factor mended his injuries, stabbing it with his claws. The lizard fell...and then quickly recovered; they could heal just as fast as Wolverine did. Wolverine scowled, readying himself as another lizard came at him...
...and was instantly engulfed by a beam of white light, vanishing.
Wolverine turned to see Forge, holding his portal-generator, firing those beams at the rest of the lizards; in seconds, they were gone. Forge grinned. "Well, those critters are back where they belong!" he said.
"How did that happen?" Hank inquired.
"Well, it's like I said; they're following Kurt's 'ports." Forge said. "The damage to space-time causes Kurt's former teleporting destinations to act as portals to our dimension; firing my generator basically sealed up the portal, as well as sending those things home."
Beast's eyes widened. "Wait...hasn't Kurt used his powers at school?"
"Why...yes!" Forge said. "Last year, when he and I were stuck in Middleverse, he used his powers in the gym, where I had set up my lab, to signal the X-Men about the Brotherhood coming after them; with the damage done to space-time..."
"...that dance is about to become a critter-magnet!" Wolverine said. "And with everyone there, those things'll be walkin' into an all-you-can-eat buffet!"
'Logan, you and Forge should head to the school immediately; I will warn the X-Men of the situation.' Charles sent to them telepathically. 'Time is of the essence!' With that, Wolverine and Forge headed out of the Danger Room, heading for the X-Van.
Hopefully, they weren't too late.
It was about a half-hour into the dance, and still no sign of Clark.
Standing to the side of the dance floor, Alison folded her arms around herself sadly; 'Something else must have come up.' she told herself. She hoped he would arrive, soon.
"Hey, Ali!" Kitty called, as she and Lance walked off the dance floor, to grab a drink. "Any sign of You-Know-Who?"
Alison smiled wistfully, and shook her head. "He must be busy." she said softly.
"Hey, don't worry; Big Blue always comes through for his pals." Lance said. "And you're his girlfriend, so that goes double for you!"
Alison chuckled. "Thanks, Lance." she said.
Just then, Kitty frowned, as she looked towards the entrance. Alison followed Kitty's gaze...and found herself automatically frowning, as she saw Pietro, in a stylish grey suit, walk in...with four girls on his arm – two on each side. Spying her, he winked at her, causing Alison to roll her eyes in disgust.
"Ugh!" Kitty muttered. "What a creep!"
"I know!" Alison agreed. "I swear, if I ever felt guilty about chewing him out, I don't, anymore." Then, she smiled. "You guys go on; I'm just going to get some punch."
"Okay, Alison." Kitty said. "We'll just check back on you every so often until Kal gets here."
"Okay." Alison agreed, as she headed to the punch table, as Lance and Kitty headed back to the dance floor.
Reaching the punch table, Alison poured herself a glass, and took a sip, while briefly scanning the room for her sweetie...to no avail.
"Looks like someone got stood up."
Alison sighed in annoyance as Anita, in a sparkling emerald-green gown, walked up to her, smirking. "Kal's just busy, LeRoux," Alison retorted, "you know, saving lives, fighting crime, and just generally saving the day? It's kinda the opposite of what your old man does."
Anita's eyes narrowed. "Watch that tongue of yours, Blaire." she hissed. Her smirk return. "But his 'work' certainly is a useful excuse, isn't it?" she sneered. "I suppose men can only tolerate blondes for so long."
Alison didn't fall for it. "And some guys can't tolerate brunettes at all." she shot back. "You're living proof."
Anita scowled. "Consider this the last warning you're going to get, Blaire." she hissed. "Stay away from him, or I'll..!"
"Is there a problem, ladies?"
Anita instantly dropped the venom from her voice as Principal Kelly walked over. "Oh, nothing, sir!" she said sweetly. "Just girl-talk!" With that, she walked off.
Principal Kelly watched Anita leave suspiciously, before turning to Alison, smiling pleasantly. "I trust you're enjoying yourself, Miss Blaire?"
Alison smiled. "Yeah; my date's just running late." she explained.
The Principal nodded. "Well, I'm sure he's on his way." he said. "Have a pleasant evening, Miss Blaire." With that, he walked off, as Alison took a sip from her punch, waiting for Clark to arrive.
After a few dances, Rogue and Remy got off the dance floor, to take a brief rest, sitting in some of the chairs provided. "Y' know, chere," Remy said, grinning, "for a fille dat ain' been t' a dance in a while, y' dance divinely."
Rogue smiled. "Ah could say the same about you, Remy."
Remy grinned. "Well, Remy don' like t' brag, but dancin' is one o' de tools o' de t'ieves trade dat he like t' t'ink dat he mastered." he said. "Y'd be surprised when a waltz comes in 'andy when y' got t' distract a crowd downstairs while y' team moves in upstairs."
Rogue chuckled. "Of course."
"Hey, girl."
Rogue smiled as Risty, in a slim, light orange dress, sat down next to them. "Hey, Ris'." Rogue greeted. "Enjoyin' yerself?"
Risty smiled, and nodded. "I see you are, too." she said. "I'm happy for you, girl."
Rogue smiled. "Thanks." she replied. Then, something occurred to her. "Hey, Ris'?" she asked. "I haven't seen you for the past little while. Where were you?"
Risty momentarily flinched, before she smiled. "Oh...I had to...visit family over in England." she said. "Minor crisis."
"Oh, Ah'm sorry." Rogue said.
"Don't be, girl." Risty said. "Well, I'll let you two alone; have a nice evening!" With that, she headed off.
Rogue was momentarily confused by her friend's initial reaction...and then smiled at her date as the music started up, again. "Let's go, Cajun!"
Remy grinned. "Music t' Remy's ears!" he exclaimed, as they headed back onto the dance floor.
It had been a few minutes since Alison had headed to the refreshment table, and still no Clark. Alison sighed, as she topped up her punch glass. She took her cell phone out of her purse, debating whether or not to call him, but decided against it; she didn't want to distract him if he was in the middle of saving lives...
"Hey, Alison."
Alison turned, and inwardly groaned as she saw Duncan there. "Wanna dance?" Duncan inquired, grinning.
Alison frowned. "Sorry, Duncan, but I already have a date." she said.
Duncan arched an eyebrow. "Well, where is he?"
Alison's expression turned a bit sad. "He's just...running late."
Duncan smirked. "Well, when you get tired of waiting, I'll be around." he said, and he walked off.
Alison sighed, as she set her glass on the table. 'Clarkie, where are you?' she thought sadly.
Just then, Alison noticed a shadow behind her, and frowned. "God, Duncan," she snapped, "I said I was..." She turned around...and froze.
"Good evening, my dearest Alison."
Alison's frown intensified at the sight of Shinobi Shaw. Shaw was about 20, fairly tall, and lean, his face a little on the "pretty-boy" side, which masked the insidious cunning that Alison knew lurked within him. His eyes were a dark green, his hair obsidian hair was mid-length, reaching the back of his neck. He was clad in an immaculate dark blue suit.
"What are you doing here, Shaw?" Alison snapped.
Shinobi smiled. "Why, my dear, I heard that your school was holding this event, tonight, and I was in the area; good manners dictated that I drop by to say hello."
Alison's eyes narrowed. "So you're spying on me, now?!"
Shinobi chuckled. "Alison, it was advertised in the local paper." he said. "And you look positively lovely, tonight, if I may say so."
Alison folded her arms. "Shaw, when I told you to leave me alone, that included stalking!"
Shinobi smirked. "I see that you've neglected to bring your steel-toed boots." he chuckled. "Now, there's no reason we can't have a civil conversation, is there?" He looked to the dance floor. "And this is a dance, isn't it? Would you do me the honor of a dance?"
Alison frowned. "I told you, Shaw; I'm already seeing someone."
Shinobi sneered. "Ah, yes; the famous 'Kal.'" He looked around. "Well?" he asked. "Where is he?"
"I'm right here."
Shinobi's expression was utterly comical...but Alison didn't even notice. "Kal!!" she exclaimed, practically flying into her boyfriend's arms, hugging him.
Clark – Kal – smiled warmly at her. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." he said softly. "I had things to take care of in Asia and Africa that delayed me. Can you ever forgive me?"
Alison giggled, nuzzling into his chest. "Of course, baby." she cooed. "I'm just so glad you made it!"
Clark smiled...and then took notice of Shinobi. "Friend of yours?" he inquired.
Alison frowned. "Hardly."
Clark smiled pleasantly, and extended his hand. "Kalvin Elward."
Shinobi frowned, and shook it. "Shinobi Shaw." he said. "So...you're the famous 'Kal' that Alison can't stop talking about."
Clark smiled at Alison. "You talk about me, sweetheart?" he said. "Good things, I hope!"
Alison beamed. "Nothing but!" she cooed.
"Yes, indeed." Shinobi said flatly. "Well, I may stay a few minutes, so I'll...leave you two be. Good evening." With that, he walked off.
Clark's expression turned regretful. "Oh, God, taushi, I am so, so sorry." he whispered. "When I took care of that train in France, I had to fly to Africa to help a U.N. relief-supply ship land safely. After that, I had to fly further south in Africa, to repair a dam before it flooded a village. And then I had to head to China to..."
Alison sweetly silenced her Clarkie with a loving kiss. "Clark, you don't have to explain." she cooed, smiling. "So many people depend on you; the last thing you need is some bossy, overweening hag pestering you about everything." She giggled. "You get enough of that from Siryn."
Clark smiled. "Ali, you are not bossy, or overweening...and you are anything but a hag."
Alison smiled, blushing. "Clark, I love you." she cooed. "I love everything about you...even the fact that your 'work' can make you late."
Clark's smile grew, as he lovingly embraced her. "And I love you, taushi." he said. "You make my heart glad; you make everything I do worthwhile." And he punctuated the sentence with a loving, passionate kiss that stole her breath away.
After a few wonderful minutes, Clark ended the kiss, smiling. "Now," he said, "I believe I owe you a dance." A wonderfully dizzy Alison smiled, and nodded. At that, they headed onto the dance floor, their hands comfortably entwined. As they reached the dance floor, a slow song started up; smiling, Clark gently placed his hands on Alison's waist, as Alison happily wreathed her arms around his neck, and they slowly moved in time with the music.
Alison sighed happily, leaning her head against Clark's chest, smiling as his arms enfolded her a bit more protectively; his touch was always so gentle, so absolutely wonderful. She was ashamed of herself for ever doubting him. Then, Alison was content to simply savor this sweet moment, looking up into those perfect, sky-blue eyes of his, that cloudless sky carved into her lover's face, smiling as he looked back at her lovingly.
Nothing could ruin this moment.
Jean couldn't help but smile as she saw Clark and Alison head out onto the dance floor. She looked back to her boyfriend, as they continued to dance together. "Well, it looks like Kal finally arrived." she said.
Scott chuckled. "Better late than never!"
Jean smiled. "They're so in love." she said. "When Kal got here, I could feel how happy Ali was; to a telepath, she might as well be shouting, 'I love this man!!' to the entire world!" She chuckled. "And, even though I can't hear his thoughts, I can tell that Kal is just as crazy about Ali!"
Scott smiled back. "Kinda like how I am for you."
Jean smiled, and gave Scott a sweet kiss on the cheek. "You are the sweetest man alive, Scott Summers." she cooed. Then, she frowned. "But that other guy Alison was talking to...ugh! Two words: total sleazeball, if his thoughts were any indication!"
Scott chuckled. "Hopefully, Big Blue scared him off."
After a few more dances, Jean and Scott decided to take a rest off to the side. As they sat down, Jean saw Taryn and Paul heading towards the break area; Taryn was in a stylish, short, slim orange dress, and Paul was wearing a casual black suit. "Hey, guys!" Jean called, waving them over.
"Hey, Jean!" Taryn said, smiling, as she and Paul came over. "Oh, my gosh, I love your dress!"
"Thanks!" Jean replied, smiling. "Yours is lovely, too!"
Taryn glanced to the dance floor, and spied Clark and Alison. "Wow, is that Kal?" she said. "No offence, Paul, but he is awesome!"
Paul chuckled. "Hey, we can't all be Superman, Taryn." he joked, causing Taryn to playfully jab him with her elbow.
Jean nodded. "Yeah, that's Kal; Ali's been crazy about him since they were kids." she said.
Taryn smiled. "Well, it's nice to see that they had a happy ending!" she said. Then, she blinked. "Hang on...has he ever been here, before? Because I am getting the strangest sense of deja vu..."
Jean and Scott both suppressed knowing smiles. "Who knows?" Scott said.
Paul chuckled. "Well, we hope you two have a nice evening." he said.
Taryn nodded. "Later!" With that, she and Paul headed back onto the dance floor. After a few minutes, Jean and Scott followed their friends' example, and headed back onto the dance floor.
As he slow-danced with Amanda, Kurt was torn; on the one hand, he was dancing with Amanda, the girl of his dreams. On the other hand, he felt the ever-present horror of her finding out about him – of touching his face, or trying to kiss him, and feeling his fur – and fleeing in utter terror.
In a way, he'd been lucky; in all their dates, so far, Amanda had been quite shy – the issue of kissing had never come up.
Just then, Amanda briefly looked to the side, and smiled. "I'm guessing that's Ali's boyfriend, Kal." she commented. "I have to admit, he's a hottie..." she smiled, "...but, for the record, you're cuter!"
Kurt grinned. "Danke." he said. Then, he sighed. "I feel like such a doofus, getting a rash on my hands on zhe night of zhe dance..."
"Don't worry, Kurt." Amanda cooed. "I think those gloves make you look very handsome and debonair!"
Kurt grinned even more. "R-Really?"
Amanda nodded. Her smile turned a bit wistful. "Kurt?" she asked. "I just...wanted to tell you that..." her hands reached up, sweetly touching his face, "...I know about the real you."
Kurt froze in utter horror, as he quickly – but not too quickly – guided Amanda's hands away from his face. "V-Vat do you mean?" he stammered. "Zhe real me is...is vat you see, Amanda."
Amanda smiled, and leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes blissfully. "Okay, Kurt." she cooed. "You can tell me whenever you're ready."
Kurt froze, pondering her words. 'She...knows about me?' he thought. He smiled. 'And she isn't freaked out?' Then, his horror returned. 'Does she know about zhe others? Oh, man, zhis isn't good...' Calming himself, Kurt simply returned his thoughts to dancing with the girl he adored.
He could worry about the rest, later.
After enjoying a few dances, Clark and Alison stepped off the dance floor, to take a quick breather. Alison smiled radiantly. "You dance divinely!" she cooed.
Clark smiled. "I try." he said.
By then, they were near the refreshment table. Alison reached for a fresh glass of punch. "I'm just a little thirsty." she said absently. "Dancing with the guy of my dreams is thirsty work!" She moved the glass towards her lips for a sip...
Clark happened to get a brief look at the red liquid, and quickly stopped Alison from drinking. "Hold on, Ali."
Alison froze, confused. "What's wrong?"
Clark took the glass from her, and exhaled the tiniest wisp of frost-breath over it; it wasn't enough to freeze the drink...
...but it was sufficient to cause any solutes dissolved in it to "crash out," or to precipitate out of the solution as a solid.
In seconds, tiny white clumps of solid appeared in the drink, floating on the surface.
Alison's eyes widened. "What's that?"
"An emetic." Clark said, as he scanned the other glasses of punch, as well as the pitcher...and found nothing. "It's nothing toxic, but drinking this would have caused your dinner to go on tour. None of the other drinks were spiked, like this; this was aimed at you, Ali."
Alison frowned. "It looks like Her Highness is actually making good on her threats." she muttered. She smiled at him. "Thank you, tausha." she cooed.
Clark smiled back. "Anything for you, taushi."
Alison sweetly blushed. "If you'll excuse me," she cooed, "I just need to make a stop in the washroom; I need to make myself pretty for you."
Clark chuckled. "I think you mean 'prettier.'" he said. "You're already pretty, Ali."
Alison giggled. "Keep it up, handsome," she cooed flirtatiously, "and you'll definitely be getting a kiss, tonight." With that, she headed off, occasionally looking back at him as she went.
Clark smiled as he followed his taushi with his eyes...and then frowned, as his gaze met Anita's from across the room. As she saw him, Doom's daughter smiled, and blew him a kiss. Clark responded with a stern glare, before turning away, walking towards the refreshment table, to grab a drink. Reaching the table, Clark picked up a glass of punch...
"Enjoying yourself?"
Turning, Clark suppressed a frown as he saw Shinobi Shaw, keeping his expression neutral. "I think so." he said. "You?"
Shinobi shrugged. "We never really had a chance to talk." he said. He smirked, his voice laced with condescension. "What exactly is it that you do?"
Clark simply smiled, refusing to be insulted. "Charity work, mostly."
Shinobi arched an eyebrow. "You mean, someone actually does that? For a living?"
"You could say that."
Shinobi smiled wryly. "I suppose you have to travel, often." he said idly. "It's a miracle that you got here in time to meet the lovely Alison."
"I practically flew." Clark replied, not really liking where this was going. "So, what about you?"
Shinobi smirked. "My father is the CEO of Shaw International." he said smugly. "I can do whatever I wish to do."
Clark chuckled. "Must be nice, having a rich parent to buy your way through life."
Shinobi's eyes narrowed at the shot...but another voice cut him off before he could retort. "Your daddy's money can't buy everything, Shaw." Alison said, as she walked over to them, smiling at Clark. "It sure couldn't buy me." Shinobi scowled, and walked off haughtily.
Clark chuckled. "I think we've found this year's 'Mr. Congeniality.'" he quipped.
Alison giggled. "Well, you've got the award for 'Best Boyfriend Ever' sewn up." she cooed. Clark smiled, and slowly leaned towards his girlfriend, to kiss her...
Suddenly, Alison froze, her expression becoming one of horror. "What's wrong?" Clark asked.
"The Professor just contacted us." Alison said. "We've got trouble."
At that very instant, a glowing rift formed in the center of the dance floor, causing the startled teens to move back...as a dozen demonic-looking lizards leapt out – the creatures from Kurt's teleporting.
In seconds, the entire room was filled with screaming teens, who all raced to get out of the gym, running in sheer terror, leaving Clark and the other Institute students to fight them off. "Keep them contained!" Scott shouted. "The Professor said Logan and Forge have a way to send them back; they should be here, soon!" With that, he fired his optic rays, driving back one lizard, as Jean telekinetically grabbed another, before sending it flying.
Suddenly, Clark heard a scream, as he turned to see Scott and Jean's friends – Paul and Taryn – cornered by a lizard, with Paul trying to shield Taryn from the beast. As the two looked away from their approaching demise, Clark ran at the beast, while Alison quickly generated a hard-light barrier, blocking the lizard from getting any closer. In seconds, Clark had grabbed the lizard's tail. "Run!!" he shouted, and the two trapped teens ran for their lives, not looking back. Clark then swung the lizard around by its tail, before tossing it into another creature, knocking them both out. Two more lizards jumped onto Clark, who easily threw one clear across the room, as Alison blasted off the other with a hand-laser-beam.
As one lizard drew near, Remy threw a charged card at it, driving it back, as Rogue closed on it, removing her gloves. 'Ah sure hope mah powers work on these things...'
But before she could touch it, another person smacked it with her purse, driving it back. "Risty?!" Rogue cried.
Risty smiled. "Thought you could use some help, girl!" she exclaimed, as she gave the creature another sharp smack; the lizard yelped, and ran off, into the hallway.
Rogue smiled...and then froze as she saw another creature closing on Risty from behind. "Remy!" she shouted; instantly, Remy threw a handful of cards at it, driving the beast back. "Ris', get out of here!" Rogue cried. Risty promptly nodded, and ran off.
As one lizard leapt at her, Kitty phased herself through its teeth, as Lance focused, shaking the earth, forming a pit to trap the creature in. With a swift kick, Kitty knocked the creature into the pit.
Evan formed a bone-staff as two creatures came at him, ducking low under their charges, and swinging his staff, tripping them and sending them sprawling. As the creatures started to recover, Tabitha generated the biggest cherry-bomb she'd ever done – one the size of her fist – and let it fly.
BOOM!!
The bomb erupted in a fair-sized explosion, knocking the creatures all the way into Lance's pit, trapping them.
As Kurt kicked one lizard away, he froze as he heard Amanda scream, turning to see her cornered by several of the lizards. Kurt ran at the beasts, kicking them away from her, before darting to her side. In seconds, the beasts recovered, and started to close on them.
"Kurt, get us out of here!!" Amanda cried.
"How?!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Make us disappear!!" Amanda cried. "I've seen you do it!!" Her tone became desperate with fear. "Please!!"
Images of infernal flames filled Kurt's mind at the thought of teleporting...but the snarls of the beasts brought him back to reality.
'These demons will not hurt my liebchen.' Kurt thought, his face determined. He put his arm around her waist. "'Mandy, hold on!!"
Bamf!!
Kurt and Amanda vanished in a cloud of brimstone, seconds before the lizards leapt at them.
At that moment, Forge darted into the gym, holding his portal-generator. "Okay, my fine, scaled friends," he said, "it's time for you to go!" With that, he fired the generator; in seconds, the beams from the generator had engulfed the lizards, sending them away. "Is that all of them?"
"One got away." Rogue reported.
Clark closed his eyes, listening. "It's in the east wing!"
"Clark, you go after it; the rest of us will follow!" Scott instructed. Clark nodded, and darted off.
Kurt came out of his 'port just outside the school, under a tall tree. "Wow!" Amanda murmured. "That was amazing, Kurt! How did you do that?"
"To be honest, 'Mandy, I don't know exactly how I do it." Kurt said. "I just...couldn't let zhose beasts hurt you."
Amanda smiled, lightly blushing. "You are my hero, Kurt Wagner." she cooed.
Kurt grinned at the compliment...and then paused. "But...how did you know..?"
Amanda's smile became guilty. "It was last year." she said. "I had transferred to Bayville High near the end of the year." She blushed. "Even then, I liked you, but I was too chicken to tell you. One day – it was in May, I think – I saw you talking to that girl, Rogue...and you just...changed."
Kurt gulped. He remembered that day; his inducer had shorted out, forcing him to 'port away, before anyone saw him...
...but someone had.
"Ever since then, I just had to get to know you." Amanda finished. She smiled shyly. "Could I...see you, Kurt?" she inquired.
Kurt gulped. "Amanda...you won't like what you see..."
Amanda smiled, and placed a finger to his lips, sweetly shushing him. "Let me be the judge of that." she cooed.
Kurt took a deep breath. "Brace yourself..." he warned, as he reached for his inducer...and switched it off.
Instantly, the Caucasian illusion vanished, revealing his fuzzy blue self, still in his suit, with his tail poking out the back of his pants.
Amanda lightly gasped as she saw him...and then smiled, walking up to him. "Did you know that blue is my favorite color?" she cooed, putting her hand to his face.
Kurt grinned with pure, stupid joy; he hadn't imagined that anything could make him so happy. "Do you...vant to get out of here?" he asked. "Say to...zhe ice-cream parlor?"
Amanda smiled, lacing her arm through his elbow. "My treat!"
Kurt laughed. "Oh, an offer you may regret!" he exclaimed. With that, he 'ported them both away.
In the hallways of the school, Pietro and the rest of the Brotherhood ran for their lives, before stopping to catch their breath. "Aw, man, I did not sign up for this, yo!" Todd cried.
"Where's Siryn when you need her?!" Fred cried.
Just then, one of those lizard-creatures rounded the corner, and spotted them, causing Todd to scream girlishly – he couldn't help it. It was reflex.
The creature snarled, and ran at them...only to be yanked back by its tail.
"Party's over, scaly."
Pietro scowled as Super-Dork – in civilian clothing – yanked the critter off its feet and tossed it back, as the other X-Geeks showed up, as one guy used some funky gizmo to make it disappear. "You just had to save the day again, didn't you?!" Pietro spat. "We could've handled it!!"
Alison frowned. "So much for gratitude!"
"Well, that looks like the last of them." Scott said. "Let's go home, guys." With that, they all turned to go.
"Hey...big guy?" Todd said, causing Superman to turn around. "Thanks."
Superman just smiled. "Hey, it's what we do." With that, they headed out. Scowling, Pietro and his friends left the school.
'God...' Pietro thought, '...on days like these, I ought to tell Father and Tin-Butt to take this job and shove it.'
From his limousine on the curb, Shinobi watched the Institute students leave the school after a job well done...and automatically scowled as he spotted that 'Kal' with them...
"Jealousy does not become you, Shaw."
Shinobi rolled his eyes as he looked across from him to his father's associate, Emma Frost. The White Queen of the Inner Circle was 20, like himself, a bit shorter than him, and voluptuous, with long, golden blond hair, and cold blue eyes, clad in tight white leather pants, and a revealing, halter-style white top; Emma was not above using her beauty as a weapon against those who opposed the Circle. She was also a mutant, like he was; she was a telepath – a powerful one – as well as able to turn her skin into a near-unbreakable diamond-like substance. He himself was capable of altering his molecular structure, to become intangible, as well as disrupting the molecules of those he touched in that state.
Shinobi rolled his eyes. "I have more than that fool ever will..." he muttered.
"...except the affections of Alison Blaire." Emma corrected, smiling confidently.
Shinobi scowled. "Regardless, we have confirmed it." he said. "That 'Kal' that Alison is dating...is Kal-El, the one who calls himself 'Superman'."
Emma smiled. "I can see why dear Anita is smitten with him." she purred. "Why, I wouldn't mind snatching him up for myself."
Shinobi rolled his eyes. "Alison will snap out of her infatuation once we dispose of that alien."
"Now, now, Shaw; you do recall that your Daddy Dearest wishes to observe him." Emma said. "After all, he is destined to lead the mutant race."
Shinobi frowned, pulling his thoughts deep within his mind. He knew of the prophecy his father had heard of; that the alien was to lead the mutant race.
'Never.' Shinobi thought. 'This world is to be mine.' He was destined to be the next Lord Imperial, the next ruler of the world.
And no space-born bastard would stand in his way.
The moon was shining brightly as Kurt and Amanda sat on top of the ice-cream parlor, alone, as Kurt told her everything...
...minus the part about Clark being Superman, of course. He didn't want to blow his friend's cover.
"So...you're a mutant?" Amanda asked. "With special powers?"
Kurt nodded. "Basically."
Amanda smiled. "That is so COOL!" she exclaimed.
Kurt chuckled. "You're probably zhe only human in Bayville who thinks zat, liebchen."
Amanda blushed. "'Liebchen'?"
Kurt blushed. "Uh...ja." he said. "It means...sweetheart, roughly translated."
Amanda smiled brightly...before she pounced on him, as their lips touched.
Kurt momentarily forgot how to breathe. 'Wow...'
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!" Amanda cried, pulling back. "That was...insanely forward of me..!" but she stopped as Kurt took her in his arms, silencing her lips with his own. Amanda let out a soft gasp of surprise...which became a sigh of contentment...and then a giggle of bliss, as Kurt's tail – having a mind of its own – wrapped itself around her waist, lightly squeezing.
After a few wonderful minutes, their kiss ended. "'Mandy," Kurt whispered, "vill you be my girlfriend?"
Amanda smiled radiantly. "Do you even need to ask, you wonderful blue elf?" she exclaimed. "Of course I will!!" At that, Kurt grinned with pure, stupid joy, and then just lay back, with Amanda nuzzling into his side, as they watched the stars together.
It was almost midnight when they all got back to the Institute, Alison noted. She sighed as she and Clark walked towards the main entrance. "Well, tonight was a total bust." she said.
Clark blinked. "Why?"
Alison's face became sad. "Tonight was supposed to be simple." she lamented. "It was supposed to be about you taking a night off to relax, have a little fun, and be with me; instead, you end up dealing with my creep of a somewhat-ex and fighting demonic lizards from another dimension!"
Clark smiled. "Ali, you're wrong on two counts." he said softly. "First of all, any time I get to spend with you is special; second, the night isn't over."
Alison blinked. "What?"
Clark grinned. "Though I was hoping tonight would be peaceful, I had a feeling that it might not be...and planned accordingly." he said. "I had hoped to get back now because this hour at night tends to have the lowest volume of distress-calls every night."
Alison smiled. "What did you have planned?" she asked. Clark only smiled...and then picked her up and zipped off to a secluded part of the Institute garden, as Alison squealed in delighted surprise. As Clark stopped, Alison's eyes widened in surprise, as she took in the private table for two set up in the middle of the garden, with a lovely-looking dinner set for them on the table.
"I called a caterer." Clark explained. "They dropped by and set it up, a few minutes ago."
Alison didn't know what to say. "Clarkie...how much did this cost?"
Clark grinned sheepishly. "Oh...just a month's salary." he admitted. "I could've done it on a week's salary, if JJ wasn't so darn thrifty."
Alison couldn't speak. "Clark..."
"Hey," Clark said softly, "what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't splurge on my girl, every now and then?" He grinned. "I also dropped by the North Pole for some iceberg-water for the both of us, since you're under the legal drinking age."
Alison smiled radiantly, sweetly kissing his cheek. "You are the most perfect man alive." she cooed. Clark grinned, and gently set her down, as they headed to the table, sitting down to their meal.
After a lovely meal, Clark stood up. "Now, for one last thing."
Alison laughed. "There's more?"
Clark just grinned, and walked over to a stereo hidden in the brush, switching it on, as it began to play "Love Will Keep Us Alive," by The Eagles. Smiling, he held out his hand to her. "May I have this dance?" Alison beamed, as her powers started to activate, and she nodded, as she took his hand. Clark smiled, and guided her towards him, as she stood on his feet, as he slowly flew up into the sky, stopping just above the clouds, as the moon bathed them both in its light, as they started to slowly waltz together.
Alison sighed happily, savoring this moment; it was the most romantic, most wonderful moment of her life. She would never forget it, and she never wanted it to end; she never wanted to leave Clark's arms. There was absolutely no doubt whatsoever in her mind.
He was The One. Forever. And she knew he felt the same way about her.
After a wonderful eternity, Clark brought them back down, as he lovingly kissed her. "I love you, taushi."
Alison smiled happily. "I love you, too, tausha." she cooed. "But we'd better turn in." She punctuated the sentence with another sweet peck, before reluctantly leaving his wonderful embrace, heading towards the Institute...but Clark stayed put. "Aren't you coming?"
Clark smiled sheepishly. "In a minute." he replied. "I've got a few errands to run."
Alison smiled. "Okay."
Clark smiled, and then darted into the Institute at top speed. Seconds later, a blue-and-crimson streak shot into the sky, a sonic boom echoing behind it. Alison could only smile after the man she loved, silently wishing him luck, before heading inside.
Tonight had been perfect.
Coming Soon:
As Scott and Jean try to explain things to their friends, our favorite Kryptonian reporter and his web-slinging partner get sent on an assignment…
…to Gotham City.
The darker half of the World's Finest makes his Evolution debut.
Be there when it happens, in "Darkest Knight," coming to your computer soon…