"Well Jamie, I've been hoping you would ask me." Her smile kept him
hypnotized. "Jamie, I'd love to be your girlfriend."
"Really?!" Jamie squealed. He wrapped Paige in a big hug and lifted her up and spun her. She laughed with delight
Paige unfortunately looked at her watch, "Ah Damn. I gots to get to rehearsal."
Jaime looked frowned and said, "Yeah, and I have to get to Weight training."
His face lifted, "But how about I walk you to rehearsal . . . or, he will." With that, Jamie pinched his arm and a duplicate split off.
Paige kissed Jamie on the cheek and waved bye. She walked off with the duplicate arm in arm, looking back at Jamie.
Jamie leapt for joy. That was when it happened. He felt the distress beacon from his dupe. He began to run to where he could feel him. He got to the parking lot just in time to see an unmarked van peeling out, while Paige screamed from inside, "Jamie! Help!"
Only Coach Takahashi even cared. When they called the police, they were obviously less than concerned. Then they called Xavier. Wolverine was on the scene in the next twelve minutes. He smelled around. Xavier said they had some sort of psionic shielding device around Paige and the dupe. Jamie went to the professor, but Scott intercepted him and said, "Not now dude. He needs to concentrate."
"But . . ." Jamie tried, but they wouldn't listen.
He was eventually ushered home. No one could fathom why Jamie seemed angry with everyone. They told him to stay in his room and they would find her. Wolverine was trying track them down on foot. Scott and the other X- Men were standing by for her location. Sam was similarly confined to his room. No one went to see either. That was unfortunate as Jamie actually had something important to say.
He could still communicate with his dupe. Paige and the Dupe had weird collars around their necks that canceled their powers. But Jamie could still communicate with the dupe. Jamie could even feel where they were. But no one would listen. That meant there was only one option left.
(A/N; when I originally thought this scene up I was listening to Bon Jovi's My Life, it might help if you did too."
Jamie pushed back the clothes that hung in his closet to reveal the finished uniform. It was electric blue spandex, with three armored, yellow M's going up the torso. It had the shoulder pads, and the X-Men belt, but that was the only similarity. he pulled on the new uniform, then he put his bomber jacket over it, flipping up the fleece collar.
He opened his window and looked around. There was no one on the lawn. He crawled onto the small ledge that was in front of his window. He pulled out two dupes who held his legs while he leaned over the edge. He looked in front facing windows. No one was in those rooms. He crawled back up and turned around. He hung by his arms on the edge of the roof. He then began to, one-by-one, spawn off clones who would drop and grab his ankles. Eventually the human chain reached the ground. At that point they all simultaneously sat back on each other's shoulders. Jamie then began to reabsorb them and slowly reach the ground.
Once on the ground he pulled out another clone to play look out, while he picked the garage door lock. He slowly lifted the door manually. He picked up the helmet Logan had made especially for him with yet another M emblazed on it. He put it on and began the tricky process of hotwiring Logan's bike. It would have been impossible for even a master thief, if it weren't for the fact that Jamie was familiar with the bike's systems. He quickly bypassed every thing and every alarm and roared off into the night.
Mr. McCoy had heard the noise along with a number of other new recruits. They had rushed out the door, to find the bike already outside of the grounds. "Damnit Sam," Beast said under his breath.
"For what Mr. McCoy?" asked Sam from behind him.
Beast whirled around to stare. "If you're here . . ." He began, "Then who . . . ?"
Jamie's recent growth spurts had meant that he could easily reach the foot pegs. As he roared through town, he quickly noticed a police car was following him with lights and siren going. He only knew one thing to do. He focused a part of his mind on every piece of the motor cycle Logan had ever taught him about. Every nut and bolt. Then suddenly, instead of following one bike, the police car was following four. Suddenly at an intersection all of them went a different direction. The police driving the cruiser were so baffled, that he didn't see the light change and hit the car that had just pulled out.
Five blocks away all the Jamies merged back into one. Jamie could feel he was getting closer to the missing dupe. he finally pulled up to the abandoned ware house that he could feel contained his dupe. the dupe told him that Paige was fine, and that no one was particularly near the door. Jamie opened the bag that he knew Mr. Logan kept "toys" in. he pulled out one hand grenade, and pulled the pin. He tossed it at the door and stood back. The explosion was deafening. Jamie pulled off his helmet and set it with the bike.
"Release the girl, and leave now!" he yelled as he stepped through the debris that had formerly been a door. As he passed out of the smoke he saw a mass of forty people, all very well armed. He saw Paige and his dupe in a cage about the size of a closet. Paige looked at him desperately.
"Who's gonna make us?" asked on of the forty.
"Me," Jamie said simply.
"You and what army?" the speaker mocked.
Jamie's face twisted into a wicked smile. "Funny you should ask that," Jamie responded. Jamie threw his head back and screamed as he pushed close to his limit and called out fifty dupes.
The men were shocked, but they didn't seem scared. "What, fifty twelve-year-olds? Like we cant take that?"
"Guess I had better send in the clones then," Jamie replied. At that point all of the fifty clones gave a grunt as they each called out five clones. It was suddenly quite crowded.
"So to answer your earlier question . . . Me and this army."
Everyone hesitated trying to understand what the next move was. With so many clones, Jamie's head was buzzing with telepathic communication. So he gave his next command out loud. "Dupes . . . RIOT!"
The term "All hell broke loose" would not be sufficient to describe what happened next. Every dupe began trashing whatever they could get their hands on. That included people. There were boxes piled very high, as there are in all good abandoned warehouses, and one dupe climbed up on top of one and began dance like a crazed savage (a big nod to Pirate Kit and her story, "The Private Life of Jamie Madrox"). Boxes were shattered and things were thoroughly destroyed. Needless to say the kidnappers were no match.
Over half an hour after Jamie set foot inside the warehouse, it was torn to shreds. Many of the kidnappers lay on the floor muttering, some had just been knocked unconscious. Most of the dupes had been called back in. only thirteen remained. Six incase someone got up, and six trying to reign in the one who danced like a savage. Jamie was currently trying to pick the lock on Paige and J-2's cage, which was now only occupied by Paige. J-2 had been reabsorbed by Jamie the second that he had reached the cage.
He worked feverishly with the complex lock, but got nowhere. All of a sudden the lock was slashed off by one long claw shaped piece of adamantium. Paige looked at Mr. Logan with joy in her eyes. Jamie's eyes, which were the size of dinner plates, were to busy having Jamie's life flashed before them, to be filled with something. Jamie knew he had stolen the one item Mr. Logan actually cared about. The one inanimate object that Mr. Logan actually had emotions connected to.
"If you ever take Susie without my permission again, I will gut you so help me god," growled the Canadian.
"Yes sir," Squeaked Jamie in reply.
Jamie looked past Mr. Logan to see the rest of the X-men had arrived. Only the adults and the original team had come. Prof. Xavier was obviously looking through Jamie's thoughts to see what had run through his mind. Suddenly the Professor took a shocked look and then an embarrassed one.
"Logan my friend," Charles said. "This may be our fault. It seems that Mr. Madrox tried to inform us that he could still communicate with his duplicate, but we were to preoccupied to listen." He turned to the students, "How does the saying go? We couldn't see the forest for the trees?"
in the end Jamie didn't get in any trouble. He and Paige dated for three months and broke up. They are still friends, but Jaime is interested in another new girl now, her name is Illyana.
Paige stayed with the Xavier Institute until college where she went onto get a nursing degree.
The kidnappers were the FoH, and were arrested on the spot.
Coach Takahashi was fired from the middle school for insubordination one year later; he refused to flunk Jamie and Paige. He was hired on at the Institute to teach a regular gym class and continue Jamie's weight training regime.
The girls quit weight training when they fired Coach Takahashi. They train everyday at the institute with Jamie and the Coach.
Allison grew up to be a staunch Mutant rights activist, and returned to be a great friend of Jamie's. she will forever be remembered around the institute as "The Girl With the Mutant Fetish."
"Really?!" Jamie squealed. He wrapped Paige in a big hug and lifted her up and spun her. She laughed with delight
Paige unfortunately looked at her watch, "Ah Damn. I gots to get to rehearsal."
Jaime looked frowned and said, "Yeah, and I have to get to Weight training."
His face lifted, "But how about I walk you to rehearsal . . . or, he will." With that, Jamie pinched his arm and a duplicate split off.
Paige kissed Jamie on the cheek and waved bye. She walked off with the duplicate arm in arm, looking back at Jamie.
Jamie leapt for joy. That was when it happened. He felt the distress beacon from his dupe. He began to run to where he could feel him. He got to the parking lot just in time to see an unmarked van peeling out, while Paige screamed from inside, "Jamie! Help!"
Only Coach Takahashi even cared. When they called the police, they were obviously less than concerned. Then they called Xavier. Wolverine was on the scene in the next twelve minutes. He smelled around. Xavier said they had some sort of psionic shielding device around Paige and the dupe. Jamie went to the professor, but Scott intercepted him and said, "Not now dude. He needs to concentrate."
"But . . ." Jamie tried, but they wouldn't listen.
He was eventually ushered home. No one could fathom why Jamie seemed angry with everyone. They told him to stay in his room and they would find her. Wolverine was trying track them down on foot. Scott and the other X- Men were standing by for her location. Sam was similarly confined to his room. No one went to see either. That was unfortunate as Jamie actually had something important to say.
He could still communicate with his dupe. Paige and the Dupe had weird collars around their necks that canceled their powers. But Jamie could still communicate with the dupe. Jamie could even feel where they were. But no one would listen. That meant there was only one option left.
(A/N; when I originally thought this scene up I was listening to Bon Jovi's My Life, it might help if you did too."
Jamie pushed back the clothes that hung in his closet to reveal the finished uniform. It was electric blue spandex, with three armored, yellow M's going up the torso. It had the shoulder pads, and the X-Men belt, but that was the only similarity. he pulled on the new uniform, then he put his bomber jacket over it, flipping up the fleece collar.
He opened his window and looked around. There was no one on the lawn. He crawled onto the small ledge that was in front of his window. He pulled out two dupes who held his legs while he leaned over the edge. He looked in front facing windows. No one was in those rooms. He crawled back up and turned around. He hung by his arms on the edge of the roof. He then began to, one-by-one, spawn off clones who would drop and grab his ankles. Eventually the human chain reached the ground. At that point they all simultaneously sat back on each other's shoulders. Jamie then began to reabsorb them and slowly reach the ground.
Once on the ground he pulled out another clone to play look out, while he picked the garage door lock. He slowly lifted the door manually. He picked up the helmet Logan had made especially for him with yet another M emblazed on it. He put it on and began the tricky process of hotwiring Logan's bike. It would have been impossible for even a master thief, if it weren't for the fact that Jamie was familiar with the bike's systems. He quickly bypassed every thing and every alarm and roared off into the night.
Mr. McCoy had heard the noise along with a number of other new recruits. They had rushed out the door, to find the bike already outside of the grounds. "Damnit Sam," Beast said under his breath.
"For what Mr. McCoy?" asked Sam from behind him.
Beast whirled around to stare. "If you're here . . ." He began, "Then who . . . ?"
Jamie's recent growth spurts had meant that he could easily reach the foot pegs. As he roared through town, he quickly noticed a police car was following him with lights and siren going. He only knew one thing to do. He focused a part of his mind on every piece of the motor cycle Logan had ever taught him about. Every nut and bolt. Then suddenly, instead of following one bike, the police car was following four. Suddenly at an intersection all of them went a different direction. The police driving the cruiser were so baffled, that he didn't see the light change and hit the car that had just pulled out.
Five blocks away all the Jamies merged back into one. Jamie could feel he was getting closer to the missing dupe. he finally pulled up to the abandoned ware house that he could feel contained his dupe. the dupe told him that Paige was fine, and that no one was particularly near the door. Jamie opened the bag that he knew Mr. Logan kept "toys" in. he pulled out one hand grenade, and pulled the pin. He tossed it at the door and stood back. The explosion was deafening. Jamie pulled off his helmet and set it with the bike.
"Release the girl, and leave now!" he yelled as he stepped through the debris that had formerly been a door. As he passed out of the smoke he saw a mass of forty people, all very well armed. He saw Paige and his dupe in a cage about the size of a closet. Paige looked at him desperately.
"Who's gonna make us?" asked on of the forty.
"Me," Jamie said simply.
"You and what army?" the speaker mocked.
Jamie's face twisted into a wicked smile. "Funny you should ask that," Jamie responded. Jamie threw his head back and screamed as he pushed close to his limit and called out fifty dupes.
The men were shocked, but they didn't seem scared. "What, fifty twelve-year-olds? Like we cant take that?"
"Guess I had better send in the clones then," Jamie replied. At that point all of the fifty clones gave a grunt as they each called out five clones. It was suddenly quite crowded.
"So to answer your earlier question . . . Me and this army."
Everyone hesitated trying to understand what the next move was. With so many clones, Jamie's head was buzzing with telepathic communication. So he gave his next command out loud. "Dupes . . . RIOT!"
The term "All hell broke loose" would not be sufficient to describe what happened next. Every dupe began trashing whatever they could get their hands on. That included people. There were boxes piled very high, as there are in all good abandoned warehouses, and one dupe climbed up on top of one and began dance like a crazed savage (a big nod to Pirate Kit and her story, "The Private Life of Jamie Madrox"). Boxes were shattered and things were thoroughly destroyed. Needless to say the kidnappers were no match.
Over half an hour after Jamie set foot inside the warehouse, it was torn to shreds. Many of the kidnappers lay on the floor muttering, some had just been knocked unconscious. Most of the dupes had been called back in. only thirteen remained. Six incase someone got up, and six trying to reign in the one who danced like a savage. Jamie was currently trying to pick the lock on Paige and J-2's cage, which was now only occupied by Paige. J-2 had been reabsorbed by Jamie the second that he had reached the cage.
He worked feverishly with the complex lock, but got nowhere. All of a sudden the lock was slashed off by one long claw shaped piece of adamantium. Paige looked at Mr. Logan with joy in her eyes. Jamie's eyes, which were the size of dinner plates, were to busy having Jamie's life flashed before them, to be filled with something. Jamie knew he had stolen the one item Mr. Logan actually cared about. The one inanimate object that Mr. Logan actually had emotions connected to.
"If you ever take Susie without my permission again, I will gut you so help me god," growled the Canadian.
"Yes sir," Squeaked Jamie in reply.
Jamie looked past Mr. Logan to see the rest of the X-men had arrived. Only the adults and the original team had come. Prof. Xavier was obviously looking through Jamie's thoughts to see what had run through his mind. Suddenly the Professor took a shocked look and then an embarrassed one.
"Logan my friend," Charles said. "This may be our fault. It seems that Mr. Madrox tried to inform us that he could still communicate with his duplicate, but we were to preoccupied to listen." He turned to the students, "How does the saying go? We couldn't see the forest for the trees?"
in the end Jamie didn't get in any trouble. He and Paige dated for three months and broke up. They are still friends, but Jaime is interested in another new girl now, her name is Illyana.
Paige stayed with the Xavier Institute until college where she went onto get a nursing degree.
The kidnappers were the FoH, and were arrested on the spot.
Coach Takahashi was fired from the middle school for insubordination one year later; he refused to flunk Jamie and Paige. He was hired on at the Institute to teach a regular gym class and continue Jamie's weight training regime.
The girls quit weight training when they fired Coach Takahashi. They train everyday at the institute with Jamie and the Coach.
Allison grew up to be a staunch Mutant rights activist, and returned to be a great friend of Jamie's. she will forever be remembered around the institute as "The Girl With the Mutant Fetish."