Re: Cat Attack 1/? PG-13
- Title: Cat Attack
Author: CattyGirl (therealcattygrrl@...)
Genre: Silly fic
Summary: Cats at the mansion. Lots of them. Need I say more?
Archive: Sure. Just let me know
Disclaimer: Not mine. I own nothing - not even my life. Muses stole
that away years ago.
Notes: Someone wanted foof? I'm not sure if this quite counts, but it's
Blame this on five plot bunnies disguised as cats. Any bad characterisations
are purely my fault, though. And I have no idea whether Jean has an aunt or
not... if she didn't, she does now
It all started about three weeks before Christmas. Innocently enough, with
a phone call for Jean.
She'd taken it in the office for privacy. It wasn't a long call, but it
certainly affected her badly. She was distinctly white about the lips when
she returned to the rec room, where most of the students and teachers were
sprawled out in various attitudes of repose, watching a news broadcast.
"Hey, Jeannie," Logan greeted her, raising one eyebrow curiously as he
noticed her distress. On his return to the mansion, he'd resumed flirting
with her as if he'd never been away, although with somewhat less
enthusiasm. Of course, that probably had something to do with Rogue, who
seemed to have been superglued to his side from the moment she saw him
driving up on his - or rather, Scott's - motorbike. "Eat something that
disagreed with you?"
"Not exactly." She looked down and twisted her fingers together. The
Professor had said it was all going to be all right, but he'd kindly left
the task of announcing it to the others to her. And she had no idea how to
go about it.
"So what's up?" Logan persisted. "Dead white ain't your normal skin colour,
that's for sure."
"I've got something to tell you."
"You've finally come to your senses and you're leaving Cyke to run away
with me?" The rejoinder earned Logan an exasperated stare from Scott and a
smack round the head from Rogue, cuddled up next to him on the sofa.
"Be nice, sugar." Rogue chided, wrapping herself a little more securely in
the blanket she was using to protect the others from her skin and leaning
her head against his shoulder. "So what's really the matter?"
"It's my aunt. She's going into hospital for a while..."
"Your aunt Margaret?" Scott interrupted suspiciously. At her nod, he buried
his head in his hands. "I think I know where this is going. Just kill me
"She's going into hospital," Jean stubbornly carried on, ignoring her
husband's melodramatics. "Which means someone has to look after her cats.
"Cool!" Jubilee exclaimed, from the midst of the pile of students on the
floor. Looking suspiciously at Scott, who'd redoubled his groans and
sounded like he was in his death throes, she carried on, "How many does she
Jean steeled herself. "Somewhere around twenty, last time I visited. She
may have picked up a few since then, though."
Kitty's gulp was quite audible in the sudden hush of the room. Even the
television seemed suddenly quieter. "T-twenty? Are they coming *here*?"
Jean nodded. "You guessed it. I tried to persuade her to let me look after
them at her home, but she wouldn't hear of it. They're arriving sometime
~ to be continued....
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