Minion's first fic, and like the Queen of Gambitia she hopes it doesn't show too badly...so yeah. I don't own these characters (not from lack of trying on MY part...stupid Marvel and their copyrights...) Read and Enjoy (and review?? pwetty please??)
"Acolytes!!!! Get down to my office NOW!!!" Magneto yelled into the intercom. He was mildly pleased to hear his Acolytes scrambling down the hall, hurrying to do his bidding. His very evil bidding, of course.
The Acolytes ran into Magneto's office. At least, most of them did. Pyro walked in several minutes after the rest, staring intently at the lighter that he was flicking on and off in his hand. Everyone looked at him for several seconds. Pyro was totally oblivious. Magneto cleared his throat.
"Pyro?" Magneto asked, trying to get the Australian's attention. Pyro, however, was too entranced by the beauteous flickering flame in his hand. Currently, the flame looked something like a squirrel tied to a stake with multiple people running in circles around it. They may have been dancing. Magneto sighed and used his oh-so-wonderful metal-controlling powers to take the lighter out of John's hands.
"Ey, mate, that's my lighter you just took," John said, very clearly stating the obvious in a high, obnoxious, whiny voice, "Give it back!"
"You may have it at the end of our little meeting...if you pay attention," Magneto told him threateningly. John looked as though being separated from his lighter for such a painfully long amount of time would make him cry. In fact, it was. Small little tears were welling up into John's eyes as he made the best puppy-dog face he could. Magneto did his best to ignore the tiny sniffling noises coming from John's corner as he turned to the rest of the Acolytes. "I have a mission for you-" Magneto began, but he was cut off by Gambit.
"If dis involves inflatable inner tubes, boy bands, squirrels, or rubber duckies Remy's not doin' it," Remy stated, remembering the numerous missions that had ended in total disaster. Most had involved one of the previously named objects.
"I can assure you that none of those shall be involved in this mission...unless you take a bath, in which rubber duckies may become involved," Magneto said, tired of the interruptions. Magneto apparently has a very low tolerance level, because there really haven't been that many.
"RUBBER DUCKIES?!!" Sabertooth cried from his little corner in a very excited, girly voice, "Uhm, I mean, rubber duckies..." he quickly corrected himself as he noticed everyone staring at him with rather disturbed expressions.
"So, vhat is this mission we are to be doing?" Colossus asked.
"If you would let me finish my sentences, I would tell you," Magneto said, silently fuming, "Your mission is..." he paused for dramatic effect, "to..." all the Acolytes leaned in closer to hear...
"BABY-SIT!!" Magneto cried in triumph, pleased at giving such an enriching challenge to his Acolytes. The Acolytes, meanwhile, were gaping at him. Pyro recovered first.
"Baby-sit? As in, watch a little tyke?"
"Yes, that is what you will be doing-"
"Can I burn it?!!!!"
"Most certainly not!!! Comrade, ve are talking about a living being!!!" Colossus cried, stunned to hear such a thing. Of course, living with John, he should have been used to that sort of talk.
"Perhaps I should keep your lighter..." Magneto threatened. Pyro blanched at the mere thought.
"NO!!! I SWEAR I'LL BE GOOD!!! DON'T TAKE AWAY MAH SHEILA!!!" Pyro cried. Magneto grinned, pleased to have come up with such a good threat.
"You will be watching the baby. I shall be at Mordo's Steakhouse. Charles was ever so kind and invited me to dinner," Magneto said, floating out of the room and down towards Mordo's. The Acolytes all looked at each other.
"So vere is this child?" Piotr asked.
"Don' know, don' care," Remy answered, leaning against the wall (and you all know how he leans::drool::).
"Ey, mates, Magneto took mah lighter with him when 'e left," John sniffled, "Can you help me hunt him down so I can get mah lighter back and burn him?"
"Comrade!" Piotr cried, once again shocked.
"Y'know, dat might be interestin'..." Remy thought out loud.
"Rem? Could ya 'elp a poor lil' pyro?" John practically begged.
"Gambit! I am not believing that you are considering this!" Piotr definitely did not like this discussion.
"Remy t'inks 'e will," Remy broke into a smirk (::drool::) and walked toward the door. John let out a little whoop of happiness and ran out after him. Piotr sighed and debated following them to make sure they didn't severely injure too many people, but then remembered Magneto's orders about the baby and decided to look for it instead. He figured it would be easier watching a baby than watching a fire-crazed Australian and a sane but somewhat bizarre Cajun.
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John and Remy were hiding in the bushes at Mordo's Steakhouse. They had driven Remy's motorcycle there, and were currently waiting for Magneto to come out so they could jump him and take back John's lighter.
"Eh, Rem?" John asked.
"What?" Remy hissed quietly back. Being a thief, he knew the importance of stealth. And he also knew that people walking past were giving them strange looks.
"I...I think I'm going into fire withdrawal..." John sounded like he was going to cry for about the sixth time this night, "It's been so long since I had mah Sheila..." Remy sighed.
"Come on, dis is takin' too long. Let's jus' go in dere and get Magneto," Remy said, already moving toward the front door. He didn't want to hear John cry again. John followed.
"Do you have reservations?" A random maitre'd asked them as the pair walked into what might well have been the fanciest restaurant on the face of the earth.
"Remin' me to take Rogue here..." Remy told John. John wasn't listening, however, because he had just noticed all of the candles that flickered at every table in the place.
"I can' believe dis is a steakhouse..." Remy continued, looking towards John. At least, where John had been several seconds earlier. John had vacated that spot and was moving towards the main dining room, drooling slightly and moving like a zombie. His eyes were reflecting the candlelight and he looked like the madman he was. Some of the diners were edging away. Most were giving John weird looks. He's been receiving lots of those tonight. Remy noticed what was happening and slapped his forehead, then turned and walked out of the building. He didn't want to be there when all hell broke loose.
Meanwhile, John was cackling madly and making all the fire dance. People were screaming. Magneto had been having a wonderful conversation with Charles about the molecular stability of various hominids, and was not happy about this interruption.
"PYRO!" He bellowed. John took a moment from his fire-induced high-in-the-sky-ness to notice someone had called his name. Then he went back to the fire dance. Magneto closed his eyes and silently counted to ten.
"Isn't that one of your henchmen, Magnus?" Xavier asked.
"Unfortunately," Magneto answered before making all the metal in the room spin really really fast and create a lot of wind so it blew out the fire. John looked somewhat mortified.
"Mah fire!" He cried.
"Pyro! Explain yourself!" Magneto demanded.
"What? Oh, right mate...well, you took mah lighter, so me and Rem came here to get it, and then I saw all the candles, and I swear I couldn't help mahself! All the fire and the burning and the fire..." Pyro explained before trailing off and looking...like he was in love. Magneto sighed.
"Here is your lighter. Get out of my sight. Go watch the baby," Magneto turned back to Charles. John left. The people who had been hiding behind overturned tables got up.
"'Ey, where'd Remy go?" John wondered, looking around the parking lot. He couldn't see Remy anywhere, or his motorcycle.
"If he ditched me..." The flames emitting from John's lighter grew steadily larger.
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"Da, vhat shall we call him?" Piotr asked. Remy looked at him funny.
"One, de kid probably already has a name, two, it's a girl." "Nyet, it is a boy. And we do not know his name."
"It's a GIRL, homme."
"It is not, I say we check and see who is right."
"Fine den, but only if you check, mon ami."
"Very well," Piotr said. Inside, Piotr wasn't really all gung-ho about looking down a living, breathing, human being's pants. Heck, he didn't really want to look down a dead, not-breathing human being's pants either. But then he reminded himself that he was the responsible Acolyte and it was his duty to be a good role model for Pyro and Gambit (Both of whom, in Piotr's opinion, needed one.) Plus, Piotr couldn't have Remy proving him wrong. So Piotr, with an undetectable hint of hesitation (wtf? undetectable hint, that's real good...), checked.
WOOHOO!!! How's the first chappie? Good?? Bad?? Pweese tell me!!!! Oh, and suggestions for gender and names are welcome!!!
"Acolytes!!!! Get down to my office NOW!!!" Magneto yelled into the intercom. He was mildly pleased to hear his Acolytes scrambling down the hall, hurrying to do his bidding. His very evil bidding, of course.
The Acolytes ran into Magneto's office. At least, most of them did. Pyro walked in several minutes after the rest, staring intently at the lighter that he was flicking on and off in his hand. Everyone looked at him for several seconds. Pyro was totally oblivious. Magneto cleared his throat.
"Pyro?" Magneto asked, trying to get the Australian's attention. Pyro, however, was too entranced by the beauteous flickering flame in his hand. Currently, the flame looked something like a squirrel tied to a stake with multiple people running in circles around it. They may have been dancing. Magneto sighed and used his oh-so-wonderful metal-controlling powers to take the lighter out of John's hands.
"Ey, mate, that's my lighter you just took," John said, very clearly stating the obvious in a high, obnoxious, whiny voice, "Give it back!"
"You may have it at the end of our little meeting...if you pay attention," Magneto told him threateningly. John looked as though being separated from his lighter for such a painfully long amount of time would make him cry. In fact, it was. Small little tears were welling up into John's eyes as he made the best puppy-dog face he could. Magneto did his best to ignore the tiny sniffling noises coming from John's corner as he turned to the rest of the Acolytes. "I have a mission for you-" Magneto began, but he was cut off by Gambit.
"If dis involves inflatable inner tubes, boy bands, squirrels, or rubber duckies Remy's not doin' it," Remy stated, remembering the numerous missions that had ended in total disaster. Most had involved one of the previously named objects.
"I can assure you that none of those shall be involved in this mission...unless you take a bath, in which rubber duckies may become involved," Magneto said, tired of the interruptions. Magneto apparently has a very low tolerance level, because there really haven't been that many.
"RUBBER DUCKIES?!!" Sabertooth cried from his little corner in a very excited, girly voice, "Uhm, I mean, rubber duckies..." he quickly corrected himself as he noticed everyone staring at him with rather disturbed expressions.
"So, vhat is this mission we are to be doing?" Colossus asked.
"If you would let me finish my sentences, I would tell you," Magneto said, silently fuming, "Your mission is..." he paused for dramatic effect, "to..." all the Acolytes leaned in closer to hear...
"BABY-SIT!!" Magneto cried in triumph, pleased at giving such an enriching challenge to his Acolytes. The Acolytes, meanwhile, were gaping at him. Pyro recovered first.
"Baby-sit? As in, watch a little tyke?"
"Yes, that is what you will be doing-"
"Can I burn it?!!!!"
"Most certainly not!!! Comrade, ve are talking about a living being!!!" Colossus cried, stunned to hear such a thing. Of course, living with John, he should have been used to that sort of talk.
"Perhaps I should keep your lighter..." Magneto threatened. Pyro blanched at the mere thought.
"NO!!! I SWEAR I'LL BE GOOD!!! DON'T TAKE AWAY MAH SHEILA!!!" Pyro cried. Magneto grinned, pleased to have come up with such a good threat.
"You will be watching the baby. I shall be at Mordo's Steakhouse. Charles was ever so kind and invited me to dinner," Magneto said, floating out of the room and down towards Mordo's. The Acolytes all looked at each other.
"So vere is this child?" Piotr asked.
"Don' know, don' care," Remy answered, leaning against the wall (and you all know how he leans::drool::).
"Ey, mates, Magneto took mah lighter with him when 'e left," John sniffled, "Can you help me hunt him down so I can get mah lighter back and burn him?"
"Comrade!" Piotr cried, once again shocked.
"Y'know, dat might be interestin'..." Remy thought out loud.
"Rem? Could ya 'elp a poor lil' pyro?" John practically begged.
"Gambit! I am not believing that you are considering this!" Piotr definitely did not like this discussion.
"Remy t'inks 'e will," Remy broke into a smirk (::drool::) and walked toward the door. John let out a little whoop of happiness and ran out after him. Piotr sighed and debated following them to make sure they didn't severely injure too many people, but then remembered Magneto's orders about the baby and decided to look for it instead. He figured it would be easier watching a baby than watching a fire-crazed Australian and a sane but somewhat bizarre Cajun.
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John and Remy were hiding in the bushes at Mordo's Steakhouse. They had driven Remy's motorcycle there, and were currently waiting for Magneto to come out so they could jump him and take back John's lighter.
"Eh, Rem?" John asked.
"What?" Remy hissed quietly back. Being a thief, he knew the importance of stealth. And he also knew that people walking past were giving them strange looks.
"I...I think I'm going into fire withdrawal..." John sounded like he was going to cry for about the sixth time this night, "It's been so long since I had mah Sheila..." Remy sighed.
"Come on, dis is takin' too long. Let's jus' go in dere and get Magneto," Remy said, already moving toward the front door. He didn't want to hear John cry again. John followed.
"Do you have reservations?" A random maitre'd asked them as the pair walked into what might well have been the fanciest restaurant on the face of the earth.
"Remin' me to take Rogue here..." Remy told John. John wasn't listening, however, because he had just noticed all of the candles that flickered at every table in the place.
"I can' believe dis is a steakhouse..." Remy continued, looking towards John. At least, where John had been several seconds earlier. John had vacated that spot and was moving towards the main dining room, drooling slightly and moving like a zombie. His eyes were reflecting the candlelight and he looked like the madman he was. Some of the diners were edging away. Most were giving John weird looks. He's been receiving lots of those tonight. Remy noticed what was happening and slapped his forehead, then turned and walked out of the building. He didn't want to be there when all hell broke loose.
Meanwhile, John was cackling madly and making all the fire dance. People were screaming. Magneto had been having a wonderful conversation with Charles about the molecular stability of various hominids, and was not happy about this interruption.
"PYRO!" He bellowed. John took a moment from his fire-induced high-in-the-sky-ness to notice someone had called his name. Then he went back to the fire dance. Magneto closed his eyes and silently counted to ten.
"Isn't that one of your henchmen, Magnus?" Xavier asked.
"Unfortunately," Magneto answered before making all the metal in the room spin really really fast and create a lot of wind so it blew out the fire. John looked somewhat mortified.
"Mah fire!" He cried.
"Pyro! Explain yourself!" Magneto demanded.
"What? Oh, right mate...well, you took mah lighter, so me and Rem came here to get it, and then I saw all the candles, and I swear I couldn't help mahself! All the fire and the burning and the fire..." Pyro explained before trailing off and looking...like he was in love. Magneto sighed.
"Here is your lighter. Get out of my sight. Go watch the baby," Magneto turned back to Charles. John left. The people who had been hiding behind overturned tables got up.
"'Ey, where'd Remy go?" John wondered, looking around the parking lot. He couldn't see Remy anywhere, or his motorcycle.
"If he ditched me..." The flames emitting from John's lighter grew steadily larger.
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"Da, vhat shall we call him?" Piotr asked. Remy looked at him funny.
"One, de kid probably already has a name, two, it's a girl." "Nyet, it is a boy. And we do not know his name."
"It's a GIRL, homme."
"It is not, I say we check and see who is right."
"Fine den, but only if you check, mon ami."
"Very well," Piotr said. Inside, Piotr wasn't really all gung-ho about looking down a living, breathing, human being's pants. Heck, he didn't really want to look down a dead, not-breathing human being's pants either. But then he reminded himself that he was the responsible Acolyte and it was his duty to be a good role model for Pyro and Gambit (Both of whom, in Piotr's opinion, needed one.) Plus, Piotr couldn't have Remy proving him wrong. So Piotr, with an undetectable hint of hesitation (wtf? undetectable hint, that's real good...), checked.
WOOHOO!!! How's the first chappie? Good?? Bad?? Pweese tell me!!!! Oh, and suggestions for gender and names are welcome!!!