Title: Tag You're It
Rating: PG (no pairing) 1/1
Summary: He really hated this game.
Disclaimer: Fox and Marvel have all the real power.
Archive: Lists. Ask, I'll say yes.
Feedback: That would be nice, I will even read
Author's Notes: Thanks to Jamie for the beta. Khaki
is responsible for this being finished, without her
there would be no ending.
FYI: This is from Bobby's POV and is more of a trailer
fic than anything else. If your curious it went with
the following pictures on Diebin's site
35, & 58 of the first trailer.
He really hated this game, but he did care what the
prize was. This was the second time they had played
at night. At least this time Logan wasn't 'it.'
Bobby was the first one at the rendezvous point; all
he could do was stay hidden and wait.
The game was a weird variation of tag. The students
were divided into teams and assigned to one of the
teachers. Once everyone knew their teammates, they
were separated and dispatched to far flung areas of
the mansion. When the Professor, referee and
telepathic monitor, sent the message, everyone was to
make it back to the team rendezvous point. After the
team was reassembled, they were to make their way to
base. Tonight's base happened to be the rec room.
It sounded easy, but there were a couple of rules.
First, no powers. Second, after meeting up you had to
work as a team. Third, unless you were tagged you
couldn't interfere with the other teams. Finally, the
teacher without a team was 'it,' and this time Mr.
Summers had that honor.
He was to tag as many students as possible. When
someone was 'dead' the Professor would announce it to
everyone. The tagged students joined the 'it' team,
and they didn't have to stay together. That meant
that the first team reaching base with the most
surviving members won.
Jubilee came in from the hall, and he waved her over.
"We're waiting for Logan, Krista, and Michael."
She nodded. "I swear Piotr lets himself get tagged
every time. He likes..."
He clamped a hand on her mouth and signaled to a
barely audible noise behind them. Damn, he didn't
want to 'die' this early in the game. Unlike Piotr,
he didn't like playing 'it'. He learned that the
first time he played the day version a year ago. He
had been 'it' only one time since then.
"If you two are finished giving yourselves away, let's
go." Bobby peered up from their hiding place to see
Logan standing above him.
They scrambled out from behind the bookcase. Logan
was already at the doorway listening for movement in
the hall. Cradled in his arms was Michael with Krista
Michael and Krista were the youngest of the students
that had stayed during vacation. Although the other
teachers had reservations at their inclusion, Xavier
was sure that the two younger students could handle
the game. Bobby thought it odd that Logan had been
assigned the youngest students.
Logan motioned them over and Bobby decided to bring up
the rules. He couldn't understand why Michael was
being carried. "That's cheating. Everyone has to
make it to base on their own two feet."
Krista gestured to Michael's leg, smiling broadly up
at Logan. "Wounded."
Bobby looked down and for the first time noticed that
Michael was holding the sock and shoe from his left
foot. His ankle looked slightly puffy. Well, in that
case, he guessed the Professor made a ruling. Nobody
was disqualified unless they were seriously injured,
and Michael was smiling. Probably just a twisted
His conclusion drawn, he felt a sharp pain on the back
of his head. He stumbled forward a step from the
force of the impact. Turning around he watched
Jubilee lower her hand after smacking him.
"Did you eat a bowl of stupid for lunch? Wolvie would
never be caught cheating." Narrowing his eyes, he
started to comment, but was interrupted by Logan.
"Bobby, take point."
He wanted to protest, but decided he didn't need to
get popped again.
Checking both directions, he snuck into the hall,
followed by Jubilee and Krista. Logan brought up the
rear with Michael still firmly in his grasp. Their
team needed to get to the end of the hall, past four
classrooms down the right corridor, then past the
foyer to the rec room.
Quietly making their way toward safety, there was one
room left. Peeking in the door, Bobby saw Mr. Summers
surveying the room. He held up a hand to halt the
team. Drawing two fingers horizontally across his
eyes, he pointed into the room. He hoped the others
understood what he was trying to tell them.
Logan nodded and indicated for everyone to cross one
at a time. Tip-toeing down the hall to make as little
noise as possible, Bobby looked back when he heard
"Haul ass you three." Logan started running as Mr.
Summers rushed out of the room in hot pursuit.
Bobby ran past the foyer. Entering the rec room,
Jubilee slid past him into the couch like it was home
plate. Krista tripped and stumbled through the door
right behind them. They all turned around to see
Logan barely slip in the room before being grabbed by
his shoulder. Mr. Summers ran squarely into his back
as Logan came to a dead stop. Without saying a word,
Mr. Summers straightened up and jogged back down the
hall in search of the other teams.
Ms. Monroe looked up from her place on the couch.
"What took you so long?"
Logan carefully set Michael down next to her before
stretching out on the far end. "We had casualties."
"We lost one also," she commented, beginning to
examine Michael's ankle.
Krista and Jubilee settled down with Ms. Monroe's team
to watch TV. Bobby choose to remain near the
entrance, where he could easily catch sight of the
other teams make their dash for base.
"Another team coming in," Bobby announced from the
archway ten minutes later. Both Logan and Ms. Monroe
turned around to watch Dr. Grey's team make their way
down the hall.
Bobby counted the students. "She didn't lose anyone."
At that same instant Kitty charged from one of the
rooms, tackling the last student to pass by. The
others began running. Dr. Grey jumped over the
tangle of limbs on the floor that was Kitty and Remy.
Piotr stepped out from the foyer effectively blocking
the end of the hall. The entire team went down in a
big heap on top of him. Only one of the smaller girls
was able to wiggle free and make it to safety. Ms.
Monroe and Logan began laughing as the lone survivor
made her way over to watch TV.
As the other students left in search of the remaining
team, Dr. Grey headed to the couch. "The Professor
tells me that there is a young man in need of
assistance." She smiled warmly down at Michael
sitting beside Ms. Monroe. "Do you think you can
walk, or do you need carried?"
Michael looked over to Logan, who raised an eyebrow
and shrugged at him. Michael looked back up at Dr.
Grey and squared his shoulders. "I think I can walk."
They left hand in hand for the elevator.
Logan looked over at Bobby. "Hank's got his work cut
out for him now; seven to five ain't good odds."
Bobby took the bait. "Hank's smart. He won't ..." he
trailed off as Logan began chuckling.
Moments later all eyes were drawn to the opposite end
of the room. On the far wall a window seemed to be
opening on its own. The bottom sash of the window
carefully inched its way up until two blue, furry
hands grabbed the bottom, pulling it completely open.
A pair of feet landed on the sill. Dropping through
the window, John turned around to help the rest as
Hank lowered them from above. After Rogue came
through the window, they stepped out of the way
letting Hank struggle to get his shoulders through.
"Oh my stars, I didn't anticipate this quandary."
Twisting and turning he unceremoniously landed on the
floor. Several students giggled at the scene as Hank
got up and brushed himself off.
As soon as Hank recovered and gathered his team, the
Professor wheeled into the room followed by the 'it'
team. "Well done, Dr. McCoy. Your team wins
tonight's challenge. If they would go clean up, we
will meet in the foyer in twenty minutes. I will call
ahead to make sure the pizza is ready."
Hank's team began to slap him on the back and dance
around him. Bobby almost laughed when they started
singing; he really hated to bring the rules up again.
"Umm...Professor, we weren't allowed outside of the
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at
the Professor expectantly. Bobby looked at Hank's
faltering smile and wished he hadn't said anything.
"Quite right, Bobby. Technically they did leave the
mansion; however, they did not touch the ground. I
will have to keep that in mind for future challenges."
The Professor maneuvered his wheelchair to leave.
"Nevertheless, Dr. McCoy's team is tonight's winner."
Everyone watched as he went down the hall. ~I hope
everyone else enjoys their meatloaf.~
A loud shout came from Hank's team as they all ran off
toward the dorms. Those students left simply looked
around at each other. Bobby watched as Logan got up
and grabbed is jacket from a chair.
"Well, I'm headed out for the evening." Logan smiled
at the others, put on his jacket and walked out the
Jubilee was the only one not able to hide her
disappointment as Mr. Summers and Ms. Monroe began
herding everyone to the dinning hall. "No way dude,
this is so not right!" Jubilee's eyes focused in on a
tall figure at the front of the group. "Piotr!"
Bobby watched Piotr freeze like a deer caught in
headlights at Jubilee's high pitched yell. Jubilee
raised her sparkling hands in the air and Piotr took
off like a shot down the hall with Jubilee in hot
pursuit. Bobby continued into the dining area with a
smile on his face. In the background he heard the
snap, crackle, pop of an irritated Jubilee. He was
glad he didn't set off that firecracker.
~*~ end ~*~
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