Holiday Cheer | By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Ah, post holiday nap days are the best, lol… ;) InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: I think I can get to the bed now, lol. Morgan: *stalkygloke * Readers/Reviewers: Okay, this chapter and one more, then back to the big arcs. Wheeeeeeee… Happy Boxing Day!
Mark gave up and took off his glasses again, holding up a hand for silence. “Kurt, you added to the sauce, and Kitty, you added to the sauce, Lance added to it, Saint John added to it…” He closed his eyes and counted to five before giving up and realizing he just needed to embrace the annoyance. “Who else decided to doctor the sauce for me?” Slowly, first one, then two, then a sea of hands went up. Including Logan’s and Storm’s. “I see,” he breathed. “So, essentially, I poured a sauce consisting of almost pure rum and sugar on the pudding? And took a lighter to it?”
“Actually,” Logan put in, “I used whiskey. Rum bottle was empty.” He did not look sheepish, just vaguely amused. He had been outside the pudding’s splatter zone, safely in the kitchen when the incident occurred. He leaned against the doorframe, out of Mark’s reach, and surveyed the scene with a raised brow. “Doesn’t explain the boom though, does it?”
“I, um… I used Everclear[1],” Todd muttered, his eyes firmly on his plate. “Twice.”
“Where did you get…” Mark stopped himself and took a breath. “Never mind, for now. What else was in the sauce? All of that alcohol, the whiskey and rum and Everclear, would have made a huge fire but not an explosion….”
“Maybe there was an air pocket in the pudding,” Kitty suggested. “It wasn’t as dense as you thought and the air pocket sort of made a mini-backdraft[2] and did the whole splatter thing…” She lowered her raised hand as she spoke, her fingers stealing to her ponytail to pick out bits of dried fruit and alcohol-scented pudding chunks. “Or someone thought it needed gunpowder?” she muttered under Mark’s intense glare. “I…um… it’s almost sundown so I’m going to go light candles now bye,” she said in a rush, phasing through the floor as fast as she could.
“No one else may leave,” Professor Xavier ordered. “Unless someone has made a sudden conversion to Judaism, there is no need for you to join Kitty at the moment,” he added when Jubilee opened her mouth to protest. “She will understand her friends not being able to join her tonight.”
“I was gonna say,” Jubilee replied with a hint of ire in her tone, barely managed, “that I sort of did something that might have aggravated the situation a tiny bit…”
“Sort of?” Logan asked. “Sort of did what?” He pushed away from the wall, holding up a hand to still Mark. “Did you sort of plant an incendiary device in Mark’s pudding?” He paused, wrinkling his nose. “I can’t believe that I just said that.”
“Neither can I,” Storm replied sotto voce. “Jubilee, why do you think this is your fault?”
“I don’t care who’s fault it is anymore,” Mark said in a very tired tone. “Just who cleans it up.” He dropped down into one of the chairs ringing the dining room table, groaning under his breath at the distinct squish of exploded pudding under his backside. “Great. Fanfuckingtastic.”
“Mark,” Professor Xavier chided mildly, “Little pitchers have big ears.”
“They’re gonna have Danger Room duty for six months unless someone starts talking right now,” Logan put in, folding his arms over his chest and glaring down at Jubilee. “Start talkin’, Jubes.”
“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath and turning wide, luminous eyes to Mark.
“The cute act won’t help you now,” he informed her. “Just talk.”
Her expression became defensive in an instant. “Okay, fine. It wasn’t so much an accident as just… well, a fuck up.”
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[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everclear_%28alcohol%29
[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backdraft
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