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"So" Scott paused over his early morning coffee, enjoy the senerity of
the morning. The peace and quite was so nice. It had been a week since he
had shiped those annoying (twitch twitch) bandits off to Cable, and he
hadn't heard anything. Banshee and Generation X were safetly gone, and
life was gradually returning to what could be considered normal in this
household. It really had been an awesome idea to send them to X-Force.
Unfortunately for Scott's peace of mind, normal around here meant that
the unnormal was late. True to form, a huge mail truck pulled up to the
front gates, and started unloading a huge box. Curious, Scott went down to
investigate,
Jean accompanying him. "Hello " He greeted, "Can I help you?"
The driver stared down at them. "I hope so, you Scott Summers? Special
overnight delivery. Sign here."
Scott did, wondering if the guy was going to help them get it up to the
house. He returned the clipboard and waited.
The truck driver seemed to read his thougths (well.. not literaly).
"THe guy at the other end said you'd be able to unload it."
Really? Scott thought, I wonder what it is? Probably equipement from Forge
that he didn't want damaged.
"No problem."
They waited til he had driven the truck away before Jean slowly used her
telekinesis to carry it up to the house. It was too heavy for just the 2 of
them to carry.
"Forge must have been working nights" Scott grinned in anticipation at
all the goodies it must contain.
"Uh.. Honey?"
"Yes Jean?"
"It's not from X-Factor."
"No?"
"No. - It's from Cable - there's a note, should I read it?"
Scott got a sinking feeling in his stomach. "OKAAAAY " he said
reluctedly. Jean cleared her throat and began.
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Dear "DAD"
If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will personally
hunt you down and kill you and to hell with alternate time lines.
Cable
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Scott gulped.
"That could have gone better"
"I don't think you're up for the father of the year -No." Jean told him
"But.."She continued, "Where are the visitors now?"
As one they both stared at the box.
"He didn't"
RIppp, slashhhh, shnipppe
the box fell open. Six pairs of eyes stared up at them hostily .
"He did"