A Fly on the Wall
Chapter 1
by
Hunter
DISCLAIMER: I own not the X-Men nor the X-Grrrls. I only own the fly, the dip, the food for the fight and the Remote control.
DEDICATION: Once again I dedicate to Leylue. . . My one and only BETA. If it was not for her Gambit would have sounded like a badly speaking, drunken Englishman, trying out French for the first time.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is entirely a conversation. . . if you loose track with who is speaking. . . or do not know to whom or what they are referring. . . just make up in your own mind who or what you think it is. . . it doesn't matter. . .
A small fly left over from a summer memory of what was, flew in a lazy, zigzagging pattern into a room of the X-mansion. It was warmer in the room than in the hallway so reaching out with it's front legs, the little fly snagged on to the wood-paneled ceiling, and decided to stay. The heat from the humans below him rose slowly, and pooled around the fly's body warming him up.
Wiping his large iridescent eyes clean with it's two forelegs, the fly cocked his head to the side and appeared to stare down on the people below it.
One had long white hair and dark skin.
One had lighter skin and red hair.
There were two smaller ones; one dressed almost entirely in yellow and the other almost completely covered by cloth.
This meant nothing at all to the fly other than the prospect of living landing pads and salty sweat for a meal later on. Their conversations drifted up to it's ears. That meant even less. With slow, relaxed movements, the fly began to clean it's proboscis.
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"Good lord! This so is boring. Ah really hate winter!"
"That is, like the hundredth time you've said that, girlfriend!"
"Well, we don't have days like this in Mississippi."
"We never had days like this in Africa either, but, I enjoy it. The Goddess expressing herself in white fury. Oomph!"
"Don't get all weird on us, 'Roro."
"Jubilation Lee! That pillow almost landed in the dip!"
"Ooooooo, now that would of been an emergency for you, Jean."
"Oh, God. I am craving a medical emergency."
The fly interrupted his cleaning at the movement of weird looks being passed all around.
"Well, I do. Nothing too serious. Just something to break this monotony. The last case I had was Tuesday. One of the newer students passed out from shock when Logan pretended to cut off his finger in the kitchen."
Now it was laughter that disturbed the fly.
"That was very funny!"
"Yeah, Marie. You would think so."
The sound of louder laughing began to rattle the poor fly. He buzzed nervously.
"Hey, it's not my fault he did it to you too, Jubes."
"You should of seen 'the whiter side of pale' Jubilee turned, Ororo."
"With all the sarcasm I can muster. . . thank-you, Jean."
"Well, he is the best at what he does. Ah suppose that goes for pranks, too."
"Well, Marie, out of all of us here today, you're the one who knows just how far that goes."
The sound of loud laughter now began to annoy the fly.
"Oooooooo. . . what a lovely shade of red, Marie!"
"You know, those first three days we all got to know Logan, he was knocked unconscious three times. Bet he would never want to admit to that."
"I wonder how many times Rogue's tried to knock him unconscious since then?"
Shocked gasps disturbed the poor fly again.
"STORM!!"
The laughing was as bothersome to fly as the gasps.
"Remember the first mission we did together as a team after the Statue of Liberty events?"
"Yeah! That was the first time I saw Wolverine kick some serious Brotherhood ass."
"Hey! No fair! I wasn't even on the team yet."
"Oh Jubes, you should'da seen him. He was fabulous!"
"I remember that day. That was when we finally convinced him to stay and join the X-Men."
"You're right Ororo. It was around the second time he came back to visit. He acquiesced, but really bitched about getting his own uniform, though."
"Scott pretty much insisted on it too, Jean."
"Ah wouldn't mind sharin' a uniform with him."
"MARIE!!!"
"Oh, please stop! The visual imagery. . . "
"What?!? You started it!"
"Jubilee! Would you PLEASE stop flinging pillows around! That was almost the chips this time!"
"Speaking of which, please pass them this way. Thanks, Jean."
Now the sound of munching and food being eaten intrigued the fly.
"It was really horrible."
"What? Seriously Jean, these chips aren't that bad."
"Huh? No. . . I was just thinking of that first mission. It was weird. The entire team just seemed to stop at the same time to see what Wolverine was doing. He stood at the bottom of that series of platforms. He had about eight guys around him. . . pass the coke, thanks. . . and he took them all out," The sound of fingers clicking made the fly jump.
"Just like that. It was amazing. Like watching an animal in controlled fight."
The poor fly really jumped at the coughing and snorting.
"Whoa, Marie! Sounds like Jean's giving you some competition."
"Uh, uh. No, really, Jubes. Ya' should've seen it. Wolvie wasn't even fazed when the last guy to fall off his claws left bits of himself on them. Believe me, Y'ALL would have been hot under the collar. He was that amazing! Hey! Stop eating all the chips! Pass 'em on. Jean and 'Roro are starving over there."
"Here. What kinda dip is this anyways, Jean?"
"Salsa or something. Ask Remy. Grabbed it from him when he was on his way up to the guys."
"Does anyone know what the X-MEN are up to anyway?"
"Watching either hockey or basketball, depending on who won the remote control fight."
"I thought Scott had managed to sway Remy to the basketball side."
"That was before Logan paid that new kid to rig the cable onto the Hockey Channel and freeze it there."
"MARIE!"
"Can't you control him?"
"I do try, sugah."
"Well, you and Logan should try harder."
"Oh, believe me. We do try!"
The fly buzzed irritably at the hysterical laughing.
"Ever wonder how come he never cleans off his claws before he retracts them back in? I mean, he's had some pretty disgusting things on there."
"Euhhhh! Gross!"
"Nope. Never wondered."
"Storm! Thank you for putting me off the dip!"
"Pleasure, Jean."
The fly finished grooming itself, and decided to move on.
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