Can You Tell, If I'm A Mutant Or Not?!
Well, all in thanks to Jubilee's and Morph's doing at getting them all up so early dinner was 2 hours earlier than usual, which was fine, since everyone was in the mood for a feast! After that, most of the boys watched the game and ended up taking a nap, while the girls, as usual, did the cleanup, but got a bit of help this year as Morph and his papa helped them with the cleanup. This was a good thing, since Storm took most of the leftovers with her, and went to see the Morlocks, with Jubilee and Rogue, tagging along with her to see them as well. Sydney up to his old ways; had taken his little gift that Jubilee had gotten for him, and was now using it, at every opportunity he could. "Where does this go?" Jean pointed to the cupboard right below him, is where both the turkey roasting pans went. As papa bent down to put it in there, Sydney pushed on the trigger three times!
"Papa, really, you know better, so excuse yourself! Hey, I think now is the time to go sit and think and stink on the toilet, about what you've done."
Shaking his head smiling, he took it all in strides, he was just so happy to get his son back, even if that was a bit inappropriate, or maybe not so, as Jean just laughed! "Tisk, hee, hee, oh boy."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh just as long as it's not a stinky one, I'm happy." As Jean reached a bit to put the glass and cup away, Morph hit the trigger. "Oh, Morph, uh, oh, Sydney, really!"
"What I didn't do it."
Snatching the trigger away from his son, he shook his head, and then grinned at him. "You like to push buttons don't you, and especially this one," hitting the trigger a half a dozen times at least.
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, I can't help it if farts are funny," laughing away as papa let off a few fake farts; but in-between a few giggles and laughs and fake farts, a real stinker arose! "Uh-oh sorry; oh boy, uhh, excuse me, uh, that one, wasn't a fake one."
"Ohh, Sydney," they both groaned, and then moved away, plugging their noses as they caught a whiff of it, and how rank it was!
"What, I said excuse me. I'm sorry, it can't be helped; turkey does that to a guy." Half embarrassed and laughing about it. "I can't help it, if I got turkey farts."
"Gross, who just cut one," Scott asks a few moments later as he walks in the kitchen.
Edward then spotted a gag, as he pushed the trigger and a big loud fart came out and Edward pointed an accusing finger at Scott. "All right, Scott, come on do that outside, at least, have at least some consideration for others. If you're gonna pass gas, at least don't do it around other people."
Scott defends himself, "Well that wasn't me!"
"Sure, Scott whatever you say there," Morph scoffs.
Scott shook his head, and all the while he was thinking Morph did that with is new toy. But as Scott walked over to go get some water, Edward hit the trigger for every step he took. "Gee, you're nasty, Scott!"
"Morph, where is it?"
"I don't have it. I just have the sound box," he says putting it on the counter.
Looking at Jean, no, then Edward of all people hit the trigger a few times. "Oh, what, you; gee, now I know where he gets it from!"
"You know what they say," changing into his papa's double, "like father like son. That's what they say."
"Yeah I can see that."
"I never asked, but is it fun when you do that, do you like it?"
"What, do you mean when I shapeshift," papa nods yes, "yeah, I do like the feel of it too," he says in his own voice. "I love being a mutant, shapeshifter, it's a hoot!"
"Hee, hee, makes me want to be one, a mutant, sometimes, to see you having so much fun with your powers. It's funny that Cerebro computer of yours asked me that, oh ooh," holding his tummy, grunting a bit.
"Are you okay, papa, got the cramps again?"
"I just ate too much that's all. Even despite being a good cook myself, I haven't had good home cooking like that in quite a while, so I overate a bit."
"Well we got something for that," getting a glass out and filling it up with water Jean put in a hefty teaspoon of bubbly Eno for Edward. Drinking it right down, it did exactly what it was supposed to do, it gave him the burps. "There now that should help you to start to feel better soon."
"So what were you saying about Cerebro, papa?"
"Oh, when I was looking for the tree to hide your gifts under it last night, I was lost. I've never been in here really before, so I had no idea where anything was, let alone in the dark where the tree is. So I was talking to myself and this voice asks me would you like me to turn on the lights and help escort you to where or what you are looking for. It was dark and I look around behind me trying to figure out from whom and where this strangely odd new voice is coming from. Then it introduces itself, that it's Cerebro the Mansion's computer. So then it asks me if I'm a new mutant here, and if I need some assistance. I did, I told it, but I'm not a mutant. I don't know why it would think I am one, not unless it just assumes everyone who walks in here is one or something."
"Well that's weird. Jean?"
"Oh I'll say. Morph you okay?"
"Cerebro isn't usually wrong about… I thought it could tell, with a scan if…"
"Even the best computers can make mistakes from time to time, but still, maybe a little test. Cover your eyes, Edward, and no peeking, you too Scott."
"Why me, what's the test?"
"To see which one of you can tell us apart, who's who." Ah, Morph getting the idea, turned into Jean voice and all, and they started switching around. "Okay now you can open your eyes," the real Jean says as they continue to switch around a few more times and stop.
"Oh this is easy, this is the real Jean," Scott says as he picks the Jean on the left. Confident he dips her.
"Are you sure about that, Scott?"
Looking back at Edward, not giving a care what Edward had said, he was 100% sure this was the real Jean, "Yes I'm sure, you think I don't know my own wife from the fake?"
"Think I don't know my own son from your wife?"
"Huh," the Jean in his arms, smiles at him, raises his eyebrows at Scott a few times and laughed.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, are you sure, Scott?"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah, are you really sure about that, Scott," the other Jean says, also laughing the exact same way.
"Of course I'm sure," Scott says confidently, about to kiss the Jean in his arms.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you!"
"Why not," a bit weirded out to hear Edward say that, Morph would always say that. "Uh…"
"Yeah, that's Sydney, not Jean, you got. Not unless you literally want to kiss and makeup, for what you did."
"No it's not. Is it?" The Jean in his arms gave Scott that giggle that Jean would give Scott, so, Scott surer it was his wife, went to kiss this Jean on the lips, so sure in his choice, that he had the real Jean in his arms, and not the fake!
"Ewww, no," reverting in his arms, Sydney gagged! "Oh, sick, sick, Scott, put me down! I'm not having my first kiss with you, put me down!" Thud! "Ow! I didn't mean that way, you creep!"
"You knew!"
"Course I did."
"Okay, one more time, to make sure, maybe it was a fluke." Both boys with their eyes shut and backs turned, waited 5 seconds as Morph took Jean's form again and they switched around.
"And stop," Scott says, and carefully looked at them both. "Hmmm, it's so hard to tell, both got a ring on, both look exactly alike. Do you know?"
"Yeah, easy that one on the right…" Switching around, "Right again, oh, and I'll even close my eyes this time." Switching a bit more, "Left this time," swapping around, as he closed his eyes "you're behind the real Jean," a bit more flip-flopping around and switching places, Edward looked up rolling his eyes. "I can tell what one is you Sydney, it's this one here," putting his hand on his son's shoulder, "I know because I can always see right through your transformations."
"What," his papa was indeed right as Sydney reverted, "no way, you can see right through my transformations?!"
"Aha, I knew it, I guessed, you might have genetic immunity to your son, and so I deducted it would be easy being able to tell the real Sydney apart by something like that."
"Why didn't you tell me that; that you could see through my transformations?"
"What's the big deal, it even made sense to me that I could do that. I figured that you should know that, I mean, after all, you're the mutant. I didn't want to make you any more uncomfortable with what you are. I know the world can be a real cruel place. I'll always love you no matter what, that will never change, even if you do, literally."
"Actually, that statement might not be 100% accurate, Edward."
"What do you mean, of course it is; I love Sydney unconditionally."
"Not that, what you said before that, about him being a mutant, I think that you are one too," Jean states bluntly.
"No I'm not."
"Well, I have never heard of any non-mutant parent, being genetically immune to their mutant child, it's one or the other. Either, you're the first account of a non-mutant being genetically immune to his mutant child. Or you are indeed a mutant who is hiding his gift, or doesn't have any idea what it is, that is genetically immune to his child," she says.
"I can't be, I can't be a mutant, since I don't have any powers, and I would have noticed it, if anything strange happened to me when I went through puberty, years ago. Well that can't be right, that I'm a mutant can it," Edward asks.
"Jean is correct in her statement about genetic immunity. You are a mutant."
"It's that Cerebro computer again. What? Me a mutant, no way! You too, are you sure you don't have a bug or a virus in that system or motherboard of yours? I can't be I just can't. I have to be the other, ohh, oooh, the first case of a non-mutant being uhh, genetically immune to his mutant child, it has to be that. I can't be a mutant, I just can't be one, I have no powers, ahh, and therefore, I'm not a mutant. Ow, ohh ooh, oh ow, oh my stomach, it feels like it's in knots," arms around his stomach, he grunted in a bit of pain as the waves hit him and slowly went away as they usually did.
"Okay, papa, that's not funny, I'm taking you to see Hank."
"It's okay; I just have to go use the bathroom, I think that that laxative is ohh finally starting to kick in." Walking off, Morph was upset looking and worried.
"You're worried for him aren't you? It's okay, Sydney, maybe he's just not used to the idea of being a mutant quite yet, or ready to accept it, and after all, it is a big shock to get over, to know that, that all this time…"
"No, it's not that, Jean; that I'm really worried about. I know he will get over the shock, just like I will. But I'm far more worried about what's really wrong with him. As soon as he gets out of the bathroom I'm taking him to see Beast, to find out what's wrong with him." Problem was Morph was waiting for over 10 minutes for his papa to get on out of the bathroom! Not taking it a second longer, he headed off to see what was keeping him. (Daddy in Italian) "Paparino, you in there," Syd asks knocking on the door, but no answer, so he slowly opens it, it was unlocked. "What the," it was a very odd and strange sight, all right; his papa was asleep on the toilet! "Papa, really, that's a real nice and pretty darn funny place to go take a nap, sitting on the toilet! What did you do strain so hard you passed out?"
"Huh, what, huh," looking around, and realizing where he is, right where he was, before he nodded off from exhaustion! "Syd, what are you, oh boy…"
"Oh, ugh, ohh, I'm out of here!" running out, as papa just unloaded his bowels!
Groaning as it all came out steadily, in a watery, and gushy, squirting, stream! "Ohh first it was constipation, ohh, now it's diarrhea, ohh ow ohh, ooh, ow, ohh."
"Oh, gee, oh of all places!"
"What's your problem, Morph?"
"My papa fell asleep, and you'll never guess where."
"Where, do I dare ask?"
"He fell asleep, on the toilet!" Scott just started loudly laughing! "It's not funny, Scott! Really! I mean, how my papa can just fall asleep there, like that, I don't know!"
"Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I'm sure he was just overtired that's all. He did have a very long drive here at night. So he probably just didn't get that much sleep after he got here, because of all the new surroundings and mostly excited to finally see you. Give him a break. Sure, it's not very dignified, but it sure is funny!"
"Shut up! Then he gets diarrhea squirts right after he wakes up. Don't you dare laugh, Scott Summers! I don't care if he did have a laxative; he only took the amount he was supposed to take, not anymore to cause that to happen." Worried now he waited a bit then headed back to the bathroom. "Are you asleep in there again, papa?" Apparently not, as he heard the sound of an air freshener being used, then about a minute later, the toilet was flushed, followed by the taps running, and being shut off, and then his papa finally walked out. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired, very tired, I just want to go take a nap, but not in there again."
"I want you to go see Hank first."
"Oh, I'm fine, Sydney, I feel a lot better now, I don't even have those tummy pains anymore. I just needed to have a good poop that's all, to help get rid of them, that's all that was. Now I just want to have a little rest, I've been up over half the night, driving here, so anxious to see you, and yawn, I was woken up early, it's been a long day for me. So I just want to have a nap, everyone else I'm sure feels the same, and is probably having one."
"See, Morph nothing to worry about, besides turkey does make you sleepy."
"Yeah, that it does. Come on, you look like you need to have a good nap too," making Syd come with, they headed upstairs to his room. Agreeing with a nod, he went with his papa, thinking; at least I'll be with or near him, now. "I want a hug. I'm okay, really." Getting a hug, Edward sat on Sydney's bed and kicked off his shoes and scooted on over to make room for Sydney to lie down with him. "You have a nap too," papa says, putting his arm up, so wanting to cuddle and hug his son a bit, after all, he had missed him so very much, and more so after he had thought he had lost him forever, and so, Edward had a lot of pent-up loving affection to give. With a smile, Sydney did the same, kicked off his shoes and laid right down beside his papa, who put his strong arm around him, and cuddled him closely and lovingly. Giving his son a kiss on the head, he sighed contentedly, very happy to have his son back, alive and well, his very precious, and very dear to him, only child. As soon as he shut his eyes, Edward was fast asleep! Warmed by his papa, Sydney too fell asleep, even despite how unusually warm his papa was.