Inside Out
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Category:
X-Men - Animated Series (all) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,147
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Unwelcome Guest
Pairings: Lance/Kitty Pietro/Todd John/Remy
Rated: R or NC-17…for later reasons. Not in the earlier chapters.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I wish I owned all the evolution characters, then I would put the show back on the air! shakes fist at the WB and Cartoon Network
Authors Note:
/Blah/ thoughts of character
Onward to chapter 2 w00t!
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Chapter 2: Unwelcome Guest
John’s black corvette convertible with flames running down the side pulled up behind a black Jeep in the driveway. He got out and grabbed his tan bag out of the back seat and slung it over his left shoulder.
“Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered to himself.
John walked up the broken pathway and onto the porch. He exhaled deeply then rang the doorbell. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs could be heard, then the unlocking of the door. It opened revealing a tall boy looking like he was about seventeen. He was wearing a brown t-shirt and a rust colored vest and torn blue jeans.
“’ello Rocky, ‘ow ya been?” John asked in his Australian/Southern accent.
“What are you doing here?” Lance asked staring at John in disbelief.
“Piet didn’t tell ya? Surely Mags would’ve told ‘im. Magneto died and ‘e sent da Acolytes ta different places and ‘e told me ta come ‘ere ta look after ya guys.”
“Well you’re not welcome” Lance said trying to close the door but John had put his foot in the way.
“Look, I wanna be ‘ere just as much as ya want me ‘ere, but I don’t ‘ave anywhere else ta go.” John said with pleading eyes.
Lance looked at him and sighed
“Whatever,”
He stepped back to let John in and walked into the living room.
John followed Lance into the living room. The first thing he saw was Todd with his head on Pietro’s chest watching T.V. He walked over to the chair next to the couch and set his bag down and closed his eyes.
/hmm wonder why Freddie hasn’t picked up my scent yet./
“Johnny? Is it really you?” A deep voice said from the doorway
/Christ on Toast/ [1]
John opened his eyes and saw Freddie bounding towards him and before he could react Freddie had picked him up in a bone crushing hug.
“Good ta see ya too, mate, but ya gotta let the Aussie breath” John said worming himself out of Freddie’s grip.
“I’ve missed you, Johnny” Freddie said grinning madly at his crush and sitting on the couch next to John.
/Gawd wish ‘e would stop callin’ me Johnny/
“Erm, I’ve missed ya too,” John said trying to look anywhere but at the teen next to him.
*Imagine if you had sex with him. He’d crush you, or anyone he’d have sex with.*
/Shut up you, I don’t wanna ‘ave ta tink about dat/
He was brought out of his thoughts by the doorbell ringing. Nobody Moved.
“Well, arencha gonna answer the door?” John asked looking over at the other four guys in the room but nobody answered.
“Alright, I’ll do it,” he said standing up grabbing his bag.
“’ello, Sheila, what can I do for ya?” He said smiling at the young girl in front of him.
“Pyro? Like, what are you doing here?” The girl said looking at thstrastralian with a mixture of surprise and interest.
“Well la, la, Saint Johnny’s ‘ere ta take care of da Brotherhood. ‘Least that’s what Mags said.”
The girl smiled before saying “Like, is Lance home?”
John nodded and let the girl into the house and she walked into the living room. Lance looked up grinning madly and ran to the girl picking her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her then set her down smiling.
“Hey pretty Kitty.”
/Oh gag me with a spoon/[2]
“I’m going out, not that any of you care,” John said walking out the door finding someone casually leaning against his car with a grin planted on their face.
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End of chapter 2
Authors Notes:
[1] From the Fan Fic Lola by Nemain
[2] I give credit of this one to my two friends from school who say this because of their obsessive friend who abandons them for her boyfriend, and won’t stop talking about him. If this is more popular then my recognition then I give credit to whoever made-up that great saying.
Rated: R or NC-17…for later reasons. Not in the earlier chapters.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I wish I owned all the evolution characters, then I would put the show back on the air! shakes fist at the WB and Cartoon Network
Authors Note:
/Blah/ thoughts of character
Onward to chapter 2 w00t!
*********************
Chapter 2: Unwelcome Guest
John’s black corvette convertible with flames running down the side pulled up behind a black Jeep in the driveway. He got out and grabbed his tan bag out of the back seat and slung it over his left shoulder.
“Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered to himself.
John walked up the broken pathway and onto the porch. He exhaled deeply then rang the doorbell. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs could be heard, then the unlocking of the door. It opened revealing a tall boy looking like he was about seventeen. He was wearing a brown t-shirt and a rust colored vest and torn blue jeans.
“’ello Rocky, ‘ow ya been?” John asked in his Australian/Southern accent.
“What are you doing here?” Lance asked staring at John in disbelief.
“Piet didn’t tell ya? Surely Mags would’ve told ‘im. Magneto died and ‘e sent da Acolytes ta different places and ‘e told me ta come ‘ere ta look after ya guys.”
“Well you’re not welcome” Lance said trying to close the door but John had put his foot in the way.
“Look, I wanna be ‘ere just as much as ya want me ‘ere, but I don’t ‘ave anywhere else ta go.” John said with pleading eyes.
Lance looked at him and sighed
“Whatever,”
He stepped back to let John in and walked into the living room.
John followed Lance into the living room. The first thing he saw was Todd with his head on Pietro’s chest watching T.V. He walked over to the chair next to the couch and set his bag down and closed his eyes.
/hmm wonder why Freddie hasn’t picked up my scent yet./
“Johnny? Is it really you?” A deep voice said from the doorway
/Christ on Toast/ [1]
John opened his eyes and saw Freddie bounding towards him and before he could react Freddie had picked him up in a bone crushing hug.
“Good ta see ya too, mate, but ya gotta let the Aussie breath” John said worming himself out of Freddie’s grip.
“I’ve missed you, Johnny” Freddie said grinning madly at his crush and sitting on the couch next to John.
/Gawd wish ‘e would stop callin’ me Johnny/
“Erm, I’ve missed ya too,” John said trying to look anywhere but at the teen next to him.
*Imagine if you had sex with him. He’d crush you, or anyone he’d have sex with.*
/Shut up you, I don’t wanna ‘ave ta tink about dat/
He was brought out of his thoughts by the doorbell ringing. Nobody Moved.
“Well, arencha gonna answer the door?” John asked looking over at the other four guys in the room but nobody answered.
“Alright, I’ll do it,” he said standing up grabbing his bag.
“’ello, Sheila, what can I do for ya?” He said smiling at the young girl in front of him.
“Pyro? Like, what are you doing here?” The girl said looking at thstrastralian with a mixture of surprise and interest.
“Well la, la, Saint Johnny’s ‘ere ta take care of da Brotherhood. ‘Least that’s what Mags said.”
The girl smiled before saying “Like, is Lance home?”
John nodded and let the girl into the house and she walked into the living room. Lance looked up grinning madly and ran to the girl picking her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her then set her down smiling.
“Hey pretty Kitty.”
/Oh gag me with a spoon/[2]
“I’m going out, not that any of you care,” John said walking out the door finding someone casually leaning against his car with a grin planted on their face.
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End of chapter 2
Authors Notes:
[1] From the Fan Fic Lola by Nemain
[2] I give credit of this one to my two friends from school who say this because of their obsessive friend who abandons them for her boyfriend, and won’t stop talking about him. If this is more popular then my recognition then I give credit to whoever made-up that great saying.