Author's voice: Chapter 40! Yay! I want to thank all you lovely people out there for your reviews ;)
Greer couldn't believe her eyes. Really she couldn't... "Peter Parker?! Holy shit...I'm so sorry I..." "Wham!" Greer fell to her side and quickly scrambled to her feet ready to murder whoever just attacked her. "Get your paws off him..." a slender red head yelled as she made herself visible to Greer, a wooden plank in her arms. Greer blinked. "Seriously, I have a limit to the amount of randomness that goes on in my life..." she thought getting out of her defensive pose. "Hey relax, he's all yours..." Greer chided as she attempted to approach the girl. "Don't come any closer! I'm armed!" the girl announced raising the plank with obvious difficulty. Greer shook her head in disbelief. "She can't be serious...can she? "Yeah I can see you're armed but come on... I'm not going to..." "Don't come any closer! I'm serious! I'll take off your head off!" the girl threatened. "But I like my head..." Greer replied sarcastically. The girl blinked, confused by Greer's reply. "I...I don't care! You...You..." "Oww..."
"Peter!" the girl cried before wrapping her arms around the dazed Peter. "Is he ok?" Greer asked leaning in a little. "Get away from him!" MJ yelled pushing Greer aside. "Geez I'm sorry..." Greer mumbled as she picked herself up. "MJ what happened? I thought I told you to...Oww..." Peter moaned still woozy from the punch. "I can't stay put when you're put here getting your butt kicked! I mean, you did get your ass whooped by a girl..." MJ chided as Peter got back onto his feet, the both of them completely ignoring Greer's presence... "Um hi, still here...You ok Parker Peter Parker?" Greer asked genuinely concerned, her punch could break through a steel wall... She really didn't want to know what it could do to skinny Peter's face, then again he was THE amazing Spiderman...
Peter looked up. "So it is you..." he stared, his jaw slacked from the punch or from the amazement. Greer wasn't sure... "What happened to you?" he asked gasping slightly at her waving tail and twitching ears. "Wait, you know her?" the girl, or MJ asked. "We...We met earlier today at the Bugle..." Greer mumbled. MJ pouted, "No offense, but how did you get into the Bugle looking...the...way...you..." "She looked different this afternoon...She looked human..." Peter explained. Greer raised an eyebrow. "Not saying you don't look human right now but its just that you looked more human 8 hours ago and..." Greer raised her other eyebrow. "I should stop talking..." Peter concluded. "Yes you should..."Greer glared. Peter snapped his mouth shout...
"But honestly how did you do it?" he asked again unable to hold in his curiosity. "Maybe its some real high tech costume, you know, like the one rhino uses..." MJ suggested circling Greer randomly prodding her waving tail... Without warning, MJ grabbed Greer's tail and bravely pulled at the soft fur growing at the tips. "Ow! Hey that hurts!" Greer grumbled turning around to face MJ. MJ gulped, Greer's tail still in her grip, she started shaking as Greer angrily made her way in MJ's direction. "Don't eat me!" MJ begged as Greer stretched out her hand. "I'll take that, thank you..." Greer growled snatching her tail back only to cornered by a curious Peter who pulled out some fur on her face. "Amazing! Its real fur, you're actually..." "Yes, I'm actually a living, breathing, FEELING freak! Now will you people STOP TOUCHIMG ME?!" Greer growled pulling away from the two fanatics. "I'm glad your ok..." Greer mumbled to Peter she before walking off...
"Hey... Hey wait!" "What?!" Greer demanded completely exasperated by the amount of questions she was being bombarded with. "No one said anything about you being a freak..." MJ said slowly. "Yeah...But what she really means is that...We're sorry..." Peter mumbled handing Greer's fur back to her... Greer looked at the tousled fur in Peter's hands, not how sure how to react... "That's ok...I'm used to it..." "So who are you?" MJ asked approaching Greer carefully. "My name's Greer, Greer Nelson but you already know that..." she said finally managing an uneasy smile. "Yeah but your obviously very unique, not human all the way...Are you some kind of... "Animal? Freak? Monster?" Greer remarked casually. "It's ok...Just say it...people have called me all sort of things...Even my own mother..." "Thats' horrible..." MJ said kindly pity starting to show in her eyes. "Like I said...I'm used to it..." Greer replied. "Even so... You shouldn't take them seriously..." MJ reassured and she hesitantly wrapped her arms around Greer pulling her into a hug. Greer blinked in surprise by MJ's quick change of attitude. MJ was the only one after Jean... who dared touch Greer...Despite the way she looked... Slowly, Greer hugged her back...
So let me get this straight...You have a device that makes you look human...AND YOU ARE PART OF THE FREAKING X MEN?" Peter exclaimed as he took a slurp of his milkshake. "Shh! Peter you're gonna blow our cover!" MJ hissed softly punching Peter in the chest. "Nah, its fine..." Greer laughed chewing on a fry. The trio were now at a local diner chatting and fooling around. Greer pulled the hoddie MJ lent her closer to her face as people walked past their table. "How is it like working with Wolverine? Is he like a total badass?" Peter asked again. Greer snorted. "Bad ass? Sure when he's in a bad mood...Regular times, he's like a dad to all of us... Combat training and all..." "Wow! You're being trained by the Wolverine?! You lucky..." Peter's enthusiastic fangirling was rudely interrupted by his own cell phone, cursing he answered it...
"Hello?" "PARKER? PARKER! IS THAT YOU?" the all so familiar voice of Jameson blared through the phone's speakers. Peter winced while Greer and MJ suppressed giggles. Peter's petrified face was priceless. "Yes sir, its me..."OF COURSE IT'S YOU...THAT'S WHY I CALLED THIS NUMBER! WHERE ARE THE PHOTOGRAPHS?" Peter blinked. "Photographs?" "THE PHOTOGRAPHS I ORDERED YOU TO TAKE OF THAT WALL CRAWLING MENACE SPIDERMAN." "oh those photographs... I left them on your desk sir... But I'm pretty sure you threw them in my face this morning..."Greer and MJ broke into laughter. "I DON'T CARE WHO THREW WHAT IN YOUR FACE! I WANT THOSE PHOTOGRAPHS ON MY DESK BY 8PM TODAY. EITHER THAT OR YOUR FIRED!" and the line went dead. Peter looked at his watch. "Mind if we drop by the bugle?" he asked the two giggling girls.
Harry checked the I phone like device Octavius had given him. It was a tracker device, helping him keep track of where MJ was thanks to the Nano micro chip in the OZ serum. She was at the Bugle with that backstabbing son of a bitch Peter Parker. Harry smirked. "Publicity...I can use some of that..." he sneered. Pulling the hood closer to his face, he made his way into the bugle. With a lock pick, also provided by the so generous Octavius, Harry entered the building undetected. The building at this time could only let in staff, many of them at the top floors burning the midnight oil. Harry looked at the device one more time. The serum was starting to kick in. He smiled. "Very soon MJ, you'll be just like me..."