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Jean
Grey-Summers lay under Warren�s BMW
changing his oil. Her day had been one big long list of suck and the only thing
that would bring comfort was car maintenance. So, she decided to change
everyone�s oil. Jean was having a Very Bad Day (tm). The hood ornament she�d
ordered off eBay for her rebuilt 1931 Studebaker Coupe arrived. She�d eagerly
opened the package to discover a cheesy looking Rolls-Royce hood ornament of
unknown model and year. She was going to leave such bad feedback. Her purple hairbrush�s handle had snapped off
that morning. They didn�t make them anymore, of course. Scott had changed his
medication from Zoloft to Paxil, and what a charming personality change that
was...in addition to his lack of sexual interest. He�d been snapping at
everyone for days now. He blew off yet another lunch date. She took Hank out
instead. She found out that the mission she requested
to go on, the mission she had told Scott about via the Professor who was
stuck at a Conference in Virginia,
Scott had given to an already overworked Kurt. Granted, the Professor has
mentally instructed her that he wanted Kurt to be the one on the mission, but
she had asked to go along. Scott had just ignored her. Scott hadn�t even
included her in the week�s training schedule. She wasn�t allotted any Danger
Room time at all. Today was also the 104^th day without sex. Warren
and Hank were insane and brain-damaged from being in school; the Professor was
gone all the time; Piotr, Gambit, Rogue, and Storm were constantly on missions
and dealing with their own personal problems; and just a few nights ago Kurt
had started making noises about leaving to go on a visit to his Mom�s circus
that was touring Europe. Kurt was the little brother she never had, and like
her, hated to sleep alone. They would cuddle up to watch movies and fall asleep
together on those increasingly frequent nights that Scott was too busy to come
to bed. She didn�t want him to leave; she didn�t want anyone to leave. She
toyed with the idea that if Kurt left for Europe, she�d go with him.
Maybe then Scott would remember that he used to love her. Maybe he�s realized
how much she loved him, had always loved him, and demand that she stayed...or
would come looking for her. She knew though. Scott wouldn�t mind. Scott never
minded. He�d probably hug her and tell her what a good friend she was to Kurt,
pat her on the head and ask her to call him so he�d know she was ok. He
wouldn�t mind of course, it wasn�t X-Men related. He�d merrily send her off to Europe
like a dad sending a kid to summer camp. Then he wouldn�t have to be bothered
with her. She dragged her arm across her eyes, trying to blink away the tears
that had welled up. She reached up to tighten a bolt and her wrench slipped.
�Ow!�
she hissed, nursing scraped knuckles. The sting of her hand was a welcome
distraction to the coming tears and tightening of her chest. The automatic
garage door opened with a slight squeal of gears and someone pulled inside.
She pulled herself
out from under Warren�s car to see
Kurt sliding out of his black Audi A8.
He had his Image Inducer activated. He had had the Image Inducer
programmed to represent a black haired and blue-eyed �human� version of
himself; his bone structure and build...just not blue, fuzzy, or elfin. Kitty,
the new girl who arrived last week and was still under indoctrination, said
Kurt looked like a video game character named Squall when he was visually
induced. Kitty had commented that Kurt was �totally bishounen�. Kurt was lugging several bags of Taco Bell;
pittance to soothe the Scott-Beast obviously.
�Need
some help?� she called, getting to her feet. Kurt looked over, a bag clutched
in his teeth.
�Murf
muh!� he nodded, bag thwapping against his chest. She wiped her hands on the
rag dangling from her pocket and relieved him of the bag in his mouth.
�Why
are you Induced?� She asked, taking the bag from his tail; his blue furred tail
that contrasted sharply with his illusion.
�I
got pulled over.� Kurt shut his car door with his butt. �I didn�t feel like
dealing with the hassle if the cop wasn�t pleasantly inclined towards mutants.�
�Did
you get a ticket?�
�Nope,�
he grinned, turning off his Visual Inducer. �Lady Cop.�
�You�re
bad,� she laughed, keying in her code to access the garage door to the Mansion.
Kurt followed her inside.
�You
think I�m bad? What about Remy? I just sweet talked my way out of a ticket.
He�d have her in the backseat of the car.� He wrapped his tail around her
waist. �Going up?�
�If
you please.� Jean readied herself and her Taco Bell cargo.
*BAMF*
They
disappeared in an explosion of smoke and shadow. They reappeared in the
kitchen. A tall Indian girl jumped with a shriek.
�Holy
McFuck of Clan McFuck!� Dani hollered, clutching the carton of milk she was
holding to her bosom.
Bobby looked up
from the island where he sat hunched over his laptop. �Hmm, what�s the Tartan of
that Clan, I wonder.� He mused before taking bags of food from Kurt and Jean.
�Sorry, Dani.�
Jean said, patting her arm. Kurt, his arms free, curled them around Dani.
�Didn�t mean to
scare you,� He soothed, kissing her neck. Dani chuckled and returned the
embrace.
�S�ok, my
fine...oh...be-furred buddy.� Dani
purred, �I always wanted to know what a stroke felt like anyway.�
�Ahem.� A packet
of hot sauce bounced off Kurt�s head. Bobby paused from removing the food from
the bags, another packet in his palm. It steamed slightly; he�d frozen it.
�Mind not getting jiggy with my woman right in front of me?...I mean, jeez,
wait til my back is turned like decent folk.�
Dani spun
dramatically away, falling against Bobby. �I choose you, Pikachu.�
�Pokemon reference?
Ne�ermind, you can have her, Kurt.�
�That�s all right.
I�ll take this one.� Kurt caught Jean up into his arms; dipping her back. �Come
with me to the Kasbaaaah, Cherie.� He crooned, showering her shoulders and neck
with loud faux-kisses.
�Ours is a
forbidden love.� Jean deadpanned. Kurt suddenly squeaked and dropped Jean, who
effortlessly caught and righted herself with telekinesis. Kurt rubbed his hind
end, a silent �Oooowww� on his lips.
�TK spanking?�
Bobby inquired.
�TK pinch.� gasped
Kurt, tenderly prodding his afflicted butt cheek. �Redheads....feisty.�
�You always hurt
the one you love, dahling.� Jean patted Kurt�s cheek, �Did you get me a taco
salad?�
�But, of
course...with extra sour cream.�
Scott strode into
the kitchen, eyeing Kurt with a tight lipped smile, Bobby hummed the Imperial
March. �Good to see you made it.�
�Big Beef Burrito
Supreme?� Kurt offered sweetly, holding out a sack, �I got you four...no
onions, extra guacamole.� Scott�s face softened. He looked tired.
�Thanks, Kurt.� He
accepted the proffered tasty consumables. Scott had to eat a lot. A whole lot.
His blood harnessed solar energy and used it to fuel his optic blast. His
metabolism burned through calories at an incredible rate. He came by his �Slim�
nickname honestly; if he didn�t consume over 10,000 calories a day, he�d start
dropping weight like mad. His brother Alex was the same way. The Summers
brothers were the terror of any buffet they visited.
�Scott, here.�
Jean held out a handful of hot sauces. She felt that cold knot of misery
curling in her stomach again as she gazed at her husband.
�Thanks, hon.�
Scott took the packets and kissed her cheek. The knot tightened. The X-Men
leader leaned against the counter, squirting hot sauce into the bitten end of
his burrito. �You ready for you mission, Kurt? This guy could be in real
danger.� Jean bit her lip, staring angrily at her uneaten taco salad.
�Yeah, I read the
mission file yesterday. His power is regeneration, right?� Kurt nibbled a taco
thoughtfully, �And his codename is...what was it?� he asked looking over at
Bobby.
�Wolverine.� Jean
muttered darkly.
�Wolverine�s his
name and he regenerates. He�s probably ok for now.� Kurt stretched. �Did you
want me to leave tonight?�
�Us.� Jean said
suddenly. �Do you want us to leave
tonight?�
Scott blinked.
�You didn�t tell
him?� she smiled at Kurt, who raised his eyebrows in surprise. �I�m going with
him. I talked to him about it earlier...yesterday.�
�What?� Scott
frowned at the two of them.
�Er..yeah.
She...I...did. Talk.� Kurt stuttered, off guard. He looked at Jean helplessly.
<Just play along. Please? > She pleaded mentally.
�He asked me to go
since he thinks a telepath would really help us find this guy and ward off
the...the...� Jean faltered, lying wasn�t her strong suit.
�The Ninjas.�
Bobby added helpfully, �and her TK.�
�Yeah, I need her
TK. These guys took out Psylocke. I�ll need her TK shielding.� Kurt nodded
enthusiastically. �I�m sorry I didn�t clear it with you, I was going to but got
distracted.�
�Because he was
out ho-ing.� Bobby said innocently.
�yeah, I was out
ho...hey!�
�Heeeeey,
hoooooooo...heeeey, hoooooo.� Bobby felt the urge to break it down; he launched
into a Cabbage Patch, and successfully caused enough chaos to confuse the
issue. His piggy slippers laid down the boogie with their oinks. �Throw your
hands in the air and wave �em like you just don�t care.�
Scott threw his
hands in the air, but he didn�t wave them like he just didn�t care. �Fine.
Whatever. If you guys are going to change the mission layouts, I�d appreciate a
little advanced warning.� He grabbed his food and stormed off. Jean watched him
go; she didn�t feel triumphant, she felt a sob catch in her throat.
�Uh-Oh, he invoked
Power Word �Fine!� that�s a 10^th level spell you know.� Bobby
whispered sagely to Dani. Kurt munched the last of his taco and glanced over to
see Jean�s bottom lip tremble slightly. He walked up behind her and pulled her
into a hug, resting his chin on her shoulder.
�Are you sure you
want to go?� he asked softly, �It�s boring ol� Canada
and boring ol� me.�
�Yes, I want to
go. I need to go.� She sighed and leaned back against him, �I�m one of the
X-Men, too, Kurt. Besides, I think we should hit Costco and stock up on
amazingly bad for us snack foods and make it a road trip. Screw the �Bird,
we�re driving. Badgerman-�
�Wolverine.�
�Wolverine will be rescued by both of us.
Now, we�ll have Bobby burn us some road trip CD�s while we�re at Costco.� Jean
patted Bobby�s arm.
�Road Trip CD�s,
Ahoy...c�mon, woman.� He dragged Dani off.
�I have to shower,
then we�ll take off for Costco.� Kurt pecked Jean�s cheek. �Go pack.� He
�ported away.
Jean tossed the
Taco Bell bags into the trash and crammed her feelings of unhappiness down
deep. She forced herself to get excited about the prospect of a Mission/Road
Trip with Kurt...her best friend, her scrap booking buddy, her favorite cuddle
pal. She tried to ignore that stinging emptiness inside.
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