Hiya. Heartsyhawk is back. Last time I was just giving y'all a bit of insight into my brain. this is where the story starts. I want to ask, wait beg, for your pity and understanding. This is my first fanfic but I will promise it won't be my last- if people like it...I value constructive criticism so when you review tell me what you like and don't like. K? I will try to update weekly (but sometimes you'll get more than one per week and sometimes, you'll wait for a month before you get new stuff. I'm still in high school *grumble* so I have lovely things like exams and reports that will compete with my writing. Oh and if I randomly mention Animorphs, Harry Potter or Smallville try to ignore me. I'm chronically known to be insane. Oh and you are hereby warned about my evil twin. Her name is Alix Maximoff (she is a bit Pietro obsessed). She may randomly make snide and or crude comments so ignore her as well. Read on and don't forget the blue button at the end of the page.../
Disclaimer: No I still don't own X-Men. But I do have a lead on where the other pink sock is...
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"Oh go on Professor!" The students grinned. "You adults deserve a vacation. We're responsible enough to take care of everything here."
Charles Xavier looked helplessly at the large group of his students. They were begging for him and his colleagues to accept a trip to Europe that they had won on a radio game show. Ororo glanced at him. Recent events would make a vacation greatly appreciated. Even Hank McCoy looked slightly excited. The professor smiled at the students; about to accept the vacation when Logan growled.
"Chuck, ya sure about this?" The small dangerous Canadian said with an edge to his deep voice. "I mean, do you seriously think leaving 25 kids alone for so long is a good idea? Especially since a whole lot of 'em used to be our enemies?"
At this, the brotherhood and former Acolytes looked up guiltily. They had all come home with the x-men when Magneto met his untimely end. The ex-brotherhood were all too young to live legally on their own, with the exception of Lance who did want to be the legal guardian of Toad, Blob and the Maximoff twins. So they did the only thing they really could and showed up on the institute doorstep begging for a home. Xavier hadn't turned them away.
"Now Logan, each one of them has joined us willingly. There is no need to discriminate." The professor scolded." I expect you to treat them the same way as you would, Bobby, Kurt, or Kitty."
"I'm not discriminating. I don't trust the ice cube, elf or half-pint either." Logan grumbled testily.
Scott had had enough. "Look, Logan I'm 19 and Jean is 18 you can trust us. The two of us are mature enough to handle things around here."
"Hey. Ya Know ya ain't the onleh responsible one here, Scott" Rogue pointed out, her southern accent flaring up even though it had been starting to fade." Ah'm 18 too. So is Sam. We're both trustwortheh."
Logan looked slightly put out but he recovered and turned towards the elevator.
"Where are you going, Logan?" Scott asked.
"I'm going to program a danger room run for when we get back and the mansion is in ruins and you and Red begging for mercy at the hands of these delinquents Slim."
"Hey homme (man), Remy be 19 an' mature too, y' know. Nuttin' gonna 'appen." The scowling Cajun crossed his arms. Lance followed suit.
"Yeah. Don't forget that I am 19 too. Do you honestly think I'd let anything happen to Kitty or any of her friends?"
Logan growled as he turned to leave, the group distinctly heard him mutter "Definitely don't trust Gumbo or the rock tumbler much either."
When he was gone, the students all turned back to Professor X. The man in the wheel chair smiled. " Unlike a certain colleague of mine, I believe you all are completely trustworthy. Just don't let what happened last time you were unsupervised happen again." At this Kitty and Kurt and Evan and a few others looked guilty as they remembered the party they had thrown, which Mystique had crashed disguised as Rogue's best friend Risty. The professor continued, amused by the memories his comment had surfaced. "Just as long as that doesn't occur again, Ororo, Hank, we'll leave in the morning. Please kindly tell Logan and pack".
An insane cheer from the group of students met this.
"Oh no" a certain young 18-year-old girl with auburn hair and two white stripes through it sighed partially to herself. "Ah just know tha' the idiot Cajun's gonna use this tahme ta flirt an' drahve meh crazy."
"Don' y' know it, petite!" Remy gave her his trademark smirk and she rolled her eyes and groaned.
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So how was it? Let me know please. I really have to know what is good and what is bad about this. I have been reading fanfiction for about three years while working on my style. Do you love it? Like it? Hate it? TELL ME!! Ok we both know that there is a magic purple-ish blue button that will allow you to review...Pleez use it...(hopeful begging puppy dog face)
Disclaimer: No I still don't own X-Men. But I do have a lead on where the other pink sock is...
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"Oh go on Professor!" The students grinned. "You adults deserve a vacation. We're responsible enough to take care of everything here."
Charles Xavier looked helplessly at the large group of his students. They were begging for him and his colleagues to accept a trip to Europe that they had won on a radio game show. Ororo glanced at him. Recent events would make a vacation greatly appreciated. Even Hank McCoy looked slightly excited. The professor smiled at the students; about to accept the vacation when Logan growled.
"Chuck, ya sure about this?" The small dangerous Canadian said with an edge to his deep voice. "I mean, do you seriously think leaving 25 kids alone for so long is a good idea? Especially since a whole lot of 'em used to be our enemies?"
At this, the brotherhood and former Acolytes looked up guiltily. They had all come home with the x-men when Magneto met his untimely end. The ex-brotherhood were all too young to live legally on their own, with the exception of Lance who did want to be the legal guardian of Toad, Blob and the Maximoff twins. So they did the only thing they really could and showed up on the institute doorstep begging for a home. Xavier hadn't turned them away.
"Now Logan, each one of them has joined us willingly. There is no need to discriminate." The professor scolded." I expect you to treat them the same way as you would, Bobby, Kurt, or Kitty."
"I'm not discriminating. I don't trust the ice cube, elf or half-pint either." Logan grumbled testily.
Scott had had enough. "Look, Logan I'm 19 and Jean is 18 you can trust us. The two of us are mature enough to handle things around here."
"Hey. Ya Know ya ain't the onleh responsible one here, Scott" Rogue pointed out, her southern accent flaring up even though it had been starting to fade." Ah'm 18 too. So is Sam. We're both trustwortheh."
Logan looked slightly put out but he recovered and turned towards the elevator.
"Where are you going, Logan?" Scott asked.
"I'm going to program a danger room run for when we get back and the mansion is in ruins and you and Red begging for mercy at the hands of these delinquents Slim."
"Hey homme (man), Remy be 19 an' mature too, y' know. Nuttin' gonna 'appen." The scowling Cajun crossed his arms. Lance followed suit.
"Yeah. Don't forget that I am 19 too. Do you honestly think I'd let anything happen to Kitty or any of her friends?"
Logan growled as he turned to leave, the group distinctly heard him mutter "Definitely don't trust Gumbo or the rock tumbler much either."
When he was gone, the students all turned back to Professor X. The man in the wheel chair smiled. " Unlike a certain colleague of mine, I believe you all are completely trustworthy. Just don't let what happened last time you were unsupervised happen again." At this Kitty and Kurt and Evan and a few others looked guilty as they remembered the party they had thrown, which Mystique had crashed disguised as Rogue's best friend Risty. The professor continued, amused by the memories his comment had surfaced. "Just as long as that doesn't occur again, Ororo, Hank, we'll leave in the morning. Please kindly tell Logan and pack".
An insane cheer from the group of students met this.
"Oh no" a certain young 18-year-old girl with auburn hair and two white stripes through it sighed partially to herself. "Ah just know tha' the idiot Cajun's gonna use this tahme ta flirt an' drahve meh crazy."
"Don' y' know it, petite!" Remy gave her his trademark smirk and she rolled her eyes and groaned.
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So how was it? Let me know please. I really have to know what is good and what is bad about this. I have been reading fanfiction for about three years while working on my style. Do you love it? Like it? Hate it? TELL ME!! Ok we both know that there is a magic purple-ish blue button that will allow you to review...Pleez use it...(hopeful begging puppy dog face)