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Tempest in a Teapot	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Tempest in a Teapot
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- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
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- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-Epilogue
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Tempest in a Teapot
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expression which can be defined here: http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-tem1.htm This is just a brief fling between larger
parts of the Foreververse, sort of a palate cleanser
as it were. The next fic won�t be as heavy and twisty as Eloi. Thanks SO much for reading/reviewing! J

�What on
earth is that?�
�It�s a
teapot,� Storm said patiently, running loving fingers over the oddly shaped
vessel. �Someone sent it to me as an
early birthday gift.�
Logan
blinked. �Um� how early?� His mental
calendar pages were flipping like mad.
<i> Fuck me, did I forget it?
Again? </i> �I�ve been meaning to ask you if you�d like
to do something for the special day,� he improvised. �Maybe dinner and
dancing?�
�Don�t
strain yourself, Logan,� Storm smiled.
�It�s not for weeks yet. Like I said, it�s early. Isn�t she beautiful, though? Shaped like the
Venus of Willendorf[1]!�
Logan grew
silent for a long moment as he took in the zaftig shape of the teapot. �So�where does the tea come out?�
The former
weather goddess laughed at his slightly discomfited expression. �Through the spout, Logan.� She gave the teapot a final, loving pat on
the head and turned to rummage through the cabinets over the counter, looking
for her special box of tea. �Would you
like a cup? I�m going to brew some
herbal tisane from my homeland.�
�I�d better
pass,� Logan replied hastily. �Not that
I don�t love ya, �Ro, but I�m just not a tea drinker.� He backed up a few paces and glanced once
more at the teapot. �Besides, it�s sort
of against my personal beliefs to drink anything that comes out of someone�s
head.�
Storm
snorted delicately. �Very well, then,
Logan, miss out on it.� She hummed to
herself as Logan left her alone, focusing on the ritual of brewing the perfect
pot of tea. She was so enwrapped in her
methodology that she did not notice Kurt�s arrival until the tip of his blue
tail poked at the pot.
�Was ist das?�
Storm
sighed, rolling her eyes heavenward for just a moment as irritation flickered
in her breast. �It�s a teapot! You�d
think you people here had never seen one before!�
�Nein, I�ve
seen one before, just never one shaped like the Venus of Willendorf,�
he said casually, perching on the edge of one of the wooden chairs surrounding
the butcher block table. �What sort of
tea are you making?�
�Ah, it�s a
very special sort. It�s from my
homeland, actually, and not truly a tea since it is herbs without
tealeaves.� She paused, smiling. �I
apologize for my tendency to ramble. I find making tea to be very soothing.�
Kurt
smiled, showing his fangs. �Mama always
enjoyed it, too. We could always tell
when we had been too much for her�she would be in the kitchen, brewing tea like
mad, two or three pots set to steep.� He
smiled even more brightly when Storm passed him the heavy Willow ware[2]
mug. �Danke!�
She smiled
in return. �Not a problem, Kurt. It�s always better when shared.�

�Hey,
Storm, have you�whoa!� Jubilee drew up short as she entered the kitchen. Storm was slumped against the counter,
giggling like a child. Kurt was sprawled flat on his back on the table, making,
apparently, snow angels minus the snow.
�What the Hell��
�Jubes!� Storm giggled.
�Hi!�
Kurt made a
whooping noise and began flapping his arms.
�Ich bin ein Kranich!�[3]
Jubilee
stared for one long moment. �Dude, this
can�t be good�� She edged further into
the room and, deciding Kurt was okay for the moment, reached for Storm. �C�mon, Storm, let�s stand up� Have you been
drinking?�
�Nope!�
Storm said, trying to sound serious.
�I�ve been sparkling, though.�
�You�ve
been�er�right. Sparkling.� Jubilee grunted slightly, Storm�s muscular
yet slim form a bit heavier than she had reckoned on. �Look, you�re going to have to work with me
here. Take a step when I say to, okay?�
�Where are
you taking me?� Storm asked, eyes going wide.
�Are we going away?�
�We�re
going to sit on the sofa in the rec room, okay?� Jubilee smiled, patting
Storm�s hand where it rested on her shoulder.
�It�s nice and comfy in there.�
Storm seemed
to turn this over in her mind for a moment.
�Okay. Just don�t forget the
crane!�
Kurt made
another whooping noise. �H�bscher, h�bscher Kranich!�[4]
Jubilee
groaned. She had no idea what was going
on with either of her friends but she had the notion that it would be hilarious
once more distance had been put between her and it. �C�mon, Storm, let�s walk. Step, now again�
No, with the other foot!�
�What�s
going on in..whoa� Have they been into the scotch or
something?�
�Todd!
Thank god! Here, grab her other arm!�
Jubilee lurched forward, half-shoving Storm at Todd. �We�ll come back for the crane.�
Todd paused
for a fraction of a second before shrugging.
�Sure, why not?�
Kurt
whooped once more before breaking into a babble of giggling German. �Okay, okay!� Storm called. �We�ll make sure to bring you a fish!�

A/N Next
chapter, what the Hell is up with those two?
This is just a short fic, five or six chapters max. J

[1]
http://witcombe.sbc.edu/willendorf/

[2]
http://www.spode.co.uk/history/willow_ware.html

[3] �I�m a
crane!�

[4] �Pretty,
pretty crane!�
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