Once again, a plotless story courtesy
of Northlight! (I had a tiny little idea which didn't lend
itself to a plot, but I wrote it anyhow... actually that would
describe most of my fics < g >).
Disclaimer: The X-Men are Marvel's, the not quite X-Men
are mine in all of their glorious stupidness :)
"-And don't break anything!" Cyclops said
sternly, facing his pinkvisor wearing cheap rip-off. The X-Men
were going on a well deserved vacation, but unfortunately
it would create a void should they leave -- thus, the rip-offs.
Cyclops was looking forward to the vacation, he only regretted
that their... replacements would be staying in his home.
"Right, no breakage," OneEye nodded solemnly. If
that dumb Cyclops guy didn't leave soon, OneEye decided he'd
just toss him out. The X-Men leader had already cautioned
them about everything inside the house, outside the house,
and in the town that they had to look out for, be cautious
of, or all out avoid.
"Gambler, look at this!" a shrill voice called
out as Rouge raced down the stairs, holding a tiny, lacy,
little bit of sleep wear. "Isn't it just darling!?"
"You come back here this instant!" Rogue hissed,
looking absolutely mortified that her cheap rip-off was prancing
around in front of everyone with the highly impractical bit
of lace. "And keep out of my clothes or I'll -- do something
that's really painful and not all that nice!"
If he wasn't the dignified leader of this particular group
of misfits, Cyclops would have laughed at the expression on
Rogue's face. That laughter faded quickly when Pheenix came
into the room with a pair of bright yellow, and very small
underwear. I thought I burned those! Cyclops thought,
'You'll try these on for me, won't you, babybutt?" Pheenix
cooed into OneEye's ear.
Those things are definitely being burnt.
"Let's go," Cyclops told his X-Men before he decided
that sweltering in the heat and having spandex melt to his
body was preferable to having these weird people take over
He only hoped that he wouldn't end up regretting that decision.
"They gone yet?" Psi-Lock inquired as she came
out of the kitchen, Beast's hidden stash of twinkies in hand.
She brushed a lock of violet hair out of her violet eyes and
looked around consideringly. "This place could use some
Furball pursed his furry (pale) blue lips. "I believe
you are right, my dear Psi-Lock. Since we will be inhabiting
this structury-thingy for the next while, let's make it to
"Let's do it!" OneEye exclaimed. After all, they
did have to keep busy until they needed to fight the forces
Furball was bored. He was in the labratory-thingy
and there was nothing to do! He picked up a vial of liquid
and absently spun it around. It teetered at the edge of the
table before crashing down on the floor with it's fellow vials.
Furball's eyes landed on the computer and he considered it
thoughtfully. Maybe he'd have something to do if he installed
a fun computer game!
Several moments later, after the computer had finally turned
on, Furball was trying to figure out what he could get rid
of to make enough room for his favourite game.
'Legacy Virus' he read. That sounded boring. That Beast guy
probably wouldn't mind loosing such a lame sounding game.
Furball smiled and deleted the folder.
Snikt was in the room that he'd be living in until the other
X-Men came back. He looked around and sniffed at the room
"GRRR!" he grr'ed. And then he did it again.
He decided that he had to mark his territory, so he did.
Pheenix was sitting on her new bed, looking through Jean
and Scott's photo album. She decided all those boring pictures
would look way better as a collage.
The X-Men would be so surprised when they got home and saw
Rouge was in her room, brushing her white hair with the unusual
streak of brown hair that was her trademark. She smiled at
Gambler in her mirror.
He had rouge all over his face -- the unfortunate result
of skin to skin contact with Rouge. He didn't look like he
OneEye smiled -- he had a feeling that this was going to
be a great summer.
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