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A satire based on MARVELS(TM) X-MEN
By Tuni Peace
I'M SMART TOO!!!
We join Mr. McCoy two or so weeks after the lab explosion. Everything mostly repaired. They had moved Mr. McCoys... and tuni's.... Machine.... To a storage house on school grounds for later observation. Or so they thought.
Mr. McCoy, sitting in a office chair. He was slightly tilted back. The phone rings.
MR.MCCOY: Hello... Yes this is he...
Mr. McCoy pops stright like an arrow looking forward. Asorbing the person on-the-phone words. His eyes widen and mouth agape. His grip on the phone tightends.
MR.MCCOY: Your from what?!? That's impossible!!!
2 WEEKS LATER
Mr. McCoy finds himslef sitting in a chair, wearing a tux, a medal around his neck on an international stage. He put his hands over his face, under his glasses. Mr. McCoy was slightly huntched over in a strange combination of frightfulness, embaressment and prideful shock.
Others were there also sitting in a line on the stage with metals around their necks, looking more cheerful than the blue geneius. Even the tomboy tuni was suprizingly wearing a dress. She was slightly bowed over receiving a metal herself.
PRESENTER: to Miss Tuni Peace, For helping Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy engineer such a work of artisttic science! that the Nobel committie had to organize a new award branch! ARTISTIC SCIENCE! And you and Dr. McCoy are the very first recipients!!!
Tuni raises her head and shakes the king's and queens hand intertwined with both of hers.. then taking both of their hands individualy and forcing a "high five" from both of them. Mr. McCoy digs deeper into his hands for saftey.
the Xavier school faculty and a few high ranking students were their to see the presentation. Some old colleages from the Avengers, some old scientist Mr. McCoy knew for years from Brand and internationally. Reed richards, hank prym, all of his close friends and close working allies. they were all applauding.
MR.MCCOY: Oh, my stars and gathers... hank wake up...
KING: What a humble man!
The king applauds and waves his hand to the crowd to applaud even more. Then everyone got into a standing ovation. Tuni rushes Mr. McCoy wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She lays a cheek against his.
TUNI: Oh Mr. McCoy we did it! I knew it was right to enter your repaired machine anyway! Your a hit!!!
MR.MCCOY: Is it over?
TUNI: Don't be so coy Mr. McCoy! Besides, this is going to be on the daily news tomorrow, so smile!
MR.MCCOY: O', dear lord...
He realized that the pixie demon---tuni---was right. He straightends up mostly and lowers one hand from his face. His othe hand adjusts his glasses. Mr. McCoy lowers his eyes and sighs. He then pats his knees and rest his palms on each other, crossing his legs. A smile makes its way to his face, by the grace of god. So many camera flashes. Mr. McCoy looks forward at the media
MR.MCCOY: Well tuni, this is the first time that I can ponder being embaressed scientifically on such grand scale... You really bring new things into my life, my dear.
TUNI: Oh, your welcome...-wait a minute... what...?
Mr. McCoy and company make it back to the states, bringing his engineering and sciences great fame and contracts. They follow the two week parade of talkshos, news networks, magazines and newspaper interviews. The fickle american public stops caring about this within the frame of time and mr. McCoy breathes a sigh of relief.
Mr. McCoy cut out a picture from a news report those weeks ago of tuni hugging him on the stage, with his hands on his face. He sighs and shakes his head at it. He framed it and put it on the large computer counter, in the lab. For some reason a chuckle comes from his soul.
TUNI: Sowhat are we doing today, doc?
Mr. McCoy nearly jumped out of his body. Tuni startled him. She was standing behind him, with her fingers laced behind her back. He quickly turned around to her and pointed at her sturned faced.
MR.MCCOY: TUNI! You know that you are suspended from the laboratory!
TUNI: Well I think that a Noble Artistic Science prize would be a key back in.
Mr. McCoy stood up, leaned over the counter of the labs computer. His palm on his forhead. He then stood stright and cocked his head back. Mr. McCoy's other hand bracing his body. His mouth goes agape.
MR.MCCOY: Oh, dear lord. Tuni... what would you possibly want to do in here in terms of science? And I still cannot beleive that we won a noble prize!
Mr. McCoy turns to tuni pointing at her again, with lowerd eyelids, and one inquisitive brow. His back slightly bent.
MR.MCCOY: ...you used mind control, did you not?
TUNI: WHAT! NOO!
Tuni jumped. She crossed her arms and turned away from her doubtful partner. Slightly pouting, she huffed and puffed.
TUNI: You should know that I do not quite know all of my mental abilities. And you act as if I do not have any brains!
Mr. McCoy sighs rolling his neck. He forces his hands into his "new", white, lab coat. His face stops at tuni's back. Her head turned sideways.
MR.MCCOY: Now my dear, girl. We all know how clever you are and extremly artistic... but science and the like is something... more challenging.
TUNI: And being artistic is a walk in the park? There is alot of reasearch and practice that goes along with it, you know!
Tuni turns to Mr. McCoy. Her arms still crossed. Mr. McCoy looks around and nods his head.
MR.MCCOY: Yes... unequivically true... just a different type... of study, my dear.
TUNI: Imagination is the mother and or father of invention., you know. And the same can be said of science. And your very artistic yourself.
MR.MCCOY: But I use art as a calming tool... does not seem to work as much as it used to... I do not really include it within my research or engineering.
TUNI: Well that's true also. But as an artist I can invent something grand. I did help us with this award. And what about leonardo da vinci? One of the worlds most ingeneious men! artist and inventor.
MR.MCCOY: Yes, and that proves how bright you are. I sketch ideas and draft, but no real artisticness to it except for the for it being able to work and the style of the product.
TUNI: Mr. McCoy, I'm not trying to combine art with science.-
MR.MCCOY: ...you already did... on the worlds biggest stage...
TUNI: ...o... Well you helped.
MR.MCCOY: Glad to be of service...
Tuni and Mr. McCoy have a okward stare. Tuni turns away and starts to leave. Mr. McCoy goes over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder. She stops and turns to him. Mr. McCoy sighs and looks at her calmy.
MR.MCCOY: Tuni... You can draw and draft things all day. But getting something to actually work is a different story. It takes years to just fly a spacecraft, none less build one with your own hands. I'm sure that you can do it. Just not today or even tomorrow... but with a beautiful, imaginative mind such as yours... very soon. Your as quick as a whip and sharp as a tack, girl.
TUNI: Give me a hug, hero...
They embrace. Then look at each other and slightly loosen their embrace. Tuni slides her hands into Mr.McCoy's lab coat pockets.
TUNI: What if I did a little sonething, something? Not really using my abilities, but research and theories? Hmm?
Mr.McCoy sighs, rolling his eyes, then laying his eyes on tuni. His foot making the rest of his body vibrate as he tapped it. Mr. McCoy then places his hands in his pants pockets.
MR.MCCOY: And you want to use the lab for you science games. Right dear, girl?
TUNI: It's not a game!
Tuni looks on at him disapointed and confused. She then lets go of him and turns away again.
TUNI: And NO! I do not NEED the use of this laboratory for my research and discovery! HMPTH!!
Mr. McCoy laughs and shakes. his eyes close. He then opens his eyes and sighs, stopping his laughter.
MR.MCCOY: what ever you endeavor into... becareful my turtle dove...
TUNI: Mista' McCoy...
MR.MCCOY: Yes! My peach!
TUNI: Are turtle doves pretty?
MR.MCCOY: Very lovely, yes...-
Tapping the fingers for art and laughs.
Mr. McCoy comb's tuni's hair with his fingers. She turns to him and slightly blushes, with a smile. She then laces her fingers and hops slightly.
TUNI: So you find me attractive, then, huh?
MR.MCCOY: Well, my dear, I-ummm... umm...
Mr. McCoy freezes all bodily motions. He clears his troat and swallows. Then he begins a cold sweat. His other hand tightens in his pocket. Tuni takes the hand that was combing her hair and laces her fingers with his. She pulls Mr. mcCoys hand to her lips, kissing his palm and inhaling his essence. Tuni looks at him threw the tops of her eyes with great, intense, wanting intimacy.
Mr. McCoy stretches his mouth closed and gulps. He hated and loved when she did that to his hands. Because people were mostly afraid of his hands and the rest of his body. And for some reason it was incredibly sooving and loving. But due to her memory loss he did not full know her, so he also wanted to becarful with her.
Mr. McCoy bit his right inner cheek and blew heavily out of his nose. He then smacked his lips.
MR.MCCOY: You... Your a very lovely girl, young lady in many ways, tuni...
TUNI: Do you like tying me up? Secretly?
Mr. McCoy lowers his head and tightends his mouth again. His eyes shut as he adjust his glasses with his free hand.
TUNI: Wanting me close to you... For a deep subconcious sense of control, I suppose... hmm...?
Tuni playfully kisses his lower palm as soft as she could. Mr. McCoy swallows, replaces his hand into his pants pocket. His head rolls back with his eyes slightly closed. Tuni chuckles and releases his imprisoned hand from hers.
The truth of the matter is that she would want to be with no one else within the world or universe but him. So she teased him because she guessed and secretly hoped that he also had feelings for her also. Tuni was god awfully bashfull also but just loved being around Mr.McCoy, even if only as a lifetime admirer was enough to sustain her life. Even though they both did not know who she was fully. All she lived for in the place that she was in within this world was for Mr. McCoy's happiness. Oh and the rest of the xavier academy also...
So with that, Tuni turned away and left the lab with wonders of what "sciency" thing she was going to invent to impress the school. And also how she was going to do so without her abilities and if Mr. McCoy even flet a shredd of what she flet about him.
Mr. McCoy sighs and sits back into his chair, placing both hands into his pants pockets. He slouches and sighs, with his head leaning back on the headrest of the chair. His eyes looking calmly and lacidasical at the ceiling with mouth slightly agape. Mr. McCoy sighs.
MR.MCCOY: Confounded, girl... Dammed minx...
He says in a low tune. Scott summers walks into the lab. He sees Mr. McCoy literally in a slump. Scott pulls up a chair and sits across from his long time friend.
SCOTT: Tuni-itis, huh?
MR.MCCOY: Like you would not beleive...
SCOTT: Some biologist you are, fella. Can't even take care of a local epidemic... Hopefully wont turn global... (chuckles).
MR.MCCOY: Oh I might have several possibilities of vaccination of the "host body". All unethical I fear...
Scott laughs. Mr. McCoy rubs his tounge on his teeth, with mouth closed. He sighs and then sits up properly in the chair. Mr. McCoy claps his palms together, then rubbing them. He eagerly leans forward at scott, looking up at him threw the tops of his eyes.
MR.MCCOY: So what is the complication today? Please le it be complicated and exceedingly long... time consuming, ol' chap... please...
SCOTT: It's the X-Jet...-
MR.MCCOY: Ah! So-
SCOTT: Well it needs adjustments in the fuel injection pistons and realignment of the atmospheric pressure gauges.
Mr. McCoy lowers his brow and eyelids. He takes in a deep breath and holds it momentaraly. Lacing his fingers Mr. McCoy looks disapointingly at scott. Scott looks on at Mr. McCoy as the silence deepends. Both of their right legs begin to twitch and feet tapping. mr. McCoy waaiting for something else from summers.
MR.MCCOY: Is that all...?
SCOTT: Your conceited, man!
Mr. McCoy stands up and goes over to a test tube filled counter. He puts his hands into his lab coat. Scott turns his head to him. He then turns his chair around and sits in it backwards, resting his arms on the head of the chair. Scott rest his head on his arms looking at Mr. McCoy, continuing to shake his leg.
SCOTT: Come on, man... hank...
MR.MCCOY: I can literally do that, with my hands tied and one foot!
SCOTT: I think you have...
Mr. McCoy sighs and holds himself with one arm as the other hand pinches the bridge of his nose. He closes his eyes. Scott arises from the chair and stands next to Mr. McCoy. He crosses his arms, cocking his head back and nibbles his lower lip. Standing slightly wide-legged. Scott taps his foot and observes the damaged goods that was once his brillant friend.
SCOTT: For the sake of great alexander, hank... Don't tell me-
MR.MCCOY: (NODS HEAD) ...tuni... But you...-
SCOTT: What did she do, now? Please tell me that we can lock her up somewhere... please...
SCOTT: I've written down several locations and asked around. Bruce banner knows about containment, so we should go with his suggest-
MR.MCCOY: Scott... No...
Scott throws his arms down, rolls his neck and grunts in frustration. he then places a hand on the counter and the other one points a finger at Mr. McCoy.
SCOTT: Look, hank... you know that banshee is still looking for you...? We had to transfer him after coming back from europe!
MR.MCCOY: Oh dear, lord...!
SCOTT: The girls locker room, man? (chuckles) gezz... you're lucky that I was more forgiving... he said something about "shinelleh of justice up yer' arse", or something gaelic...
MR.MCCOY: More forgiv- By coming into my bathroom, while I was taking a shower and blasting me nearly into the plumbing?
SCOTT: Hey! that's what you get for wrapping shit around my head and visor!
MR.MCCOY: what about kissing jean...? Hmm...? Wrapping her soft pontial within my hand and forcing her forehead to my lips? Hmm?
SCOTT: We've talked about that, she's fine. But you also hurt the professor! Not cool, man!
MR.MCCOY: Oh, my stars and garters-
SCOTT: You know how valuable he is to this establishment. And to us as a team. To me as a leader... a kindly superior master of stragety and political elements.
SCOTT: Something to admire and strive to be-
SCOTT: Why... I remember our first missions... So much to learn... A certain beauty in his planning...
SCOTT: Oh... umm... My mind wonderd... Just reminising...
MR.MCCOY: Like clock work...
Mr.McCoy taps his fingers on the counter. Scott sighs.
SCOTT: Stop being so hung up over "herrr", hank.
MR.MCCOY: No she turned my invention into something that has rainbow flatulance and befouls flower seeds!
SCOTT: Umm... o.k....?
MR.MCCOY: NO! No-k! How can that win anything?!
SCOTT: It was kinda unique. And she did include you...
MR.MCCOY: I suppose... But we may have another problem with her.
SCOTT: What is she going to blow up, now? Big ben?
Scott laughs. Mr.McCoys eyes dart around. He walks to a corner and crosses his arms. Mr. McCoy sighs, lowers his head and closes his eyes.
MR.MCCOY: if it is scientific, she may...
SCOTT: What are you talking about?
Mr.McCoy raises his head and opens his eyes. Cocking his head back, Mr. McCoy looks at the ceiling, adjusting his glasses. Then he folds his arms.
MR.MCCOY: I think that I might of caused the 2012 predictions of the end of times, scott. Tuni and science?
SCOTT: Don't worry, man... look... I'll watch her... i'll caddy her around and see that it's nothing explosive. Besides, this could be good for her to fill her days, with something to do, besides bounce all over you.
MR.MCCOY: I don't know...
Tapping the fingers for art and laughs.
SCOTT: Would you rather her come here, and blow us up again?
Mr.McCoy looks into the distance as he leans over a counter. He sighs lowering his head. Mr. McCoy sighs and closes his eyes.
MR.MCCOY: Take her to toys"r"us or the like, my good, man.
Scott outs fisted hands onto his hips and cocks his head back. He nibbles his tounge in cheek. Scott nods, tapping his foot, thinking of a stragety for tuni. Mr. McCoy was blue in many ways.
Tuni was found in the lounge, typing away on a halographic computer that she made with her abilities. Reasearching and slightly cheating already. She was writing notes, when all of a sudden she feels a heavy bounch on the couch, which slightly makes her bouch also. It startles her. Tuni quickly poofs away the laptop and sharply turns around.
SCOTT: Hey loony Tune!
Scott says with a goofy wave and smile. Tuni grunts, rolls her eyes and sighs, as she sits up right to conversate with scott.
Scott crosses his legs and lays a arm down on the armrest. His other leg jitters as he looks at her trying to think of a way to convince him to shadow her. Then a toothy smile lines his face.
Tuni lowered one eyebrow and shook her head. She wondered why the men of this house were hansome, but with creepy smiles of death.
TUNI: (SIGH)... Scott... I'm actually busy and I might be going to the lab later, because-
SCOTT: No you don't! Hank asked me to be your... assisstant... for this scientifiv fling of yours. So I'll soffer you off campus to even better liabraries and... "sciencey"... stores...
TUNI: But ths lab has some of the worlds most state of the art-
SCOTT: Better places!!! (Chuckles).
Scott nods his head. Tuni sighs. Scott and tuni go into an okward stare of silence. Scott repositions his leg a few times, then scratches the back of his neck. With his head lowered, scott tells her;
SCOTT: Like, umm... toys'r'us... maybe... hmm?
Scott strugs his shoulders.
SCOTT: th-they have... stuff there... I think...
Scott was not a telepath in any shape of the word. But he sore that he could feel and hear every curse word that was swimming within tuni.
SCOTT: Or umm... some electronic outlets or something, right?
Scott pops his head up with confidence and takes in a deep breath. Because he was about to "pass the buck".
SCOTT: Hey! Hank told me to take you there... so...
Tuni crosses her arms and looks wide-eyed at scott. Tuni's hair burns hotter than what jean could phantom with her abilities. So much so that scott was getting a tan.
tuni then takes a deep breath and calms down, going back to normal. She closes her eyes and turns her head away. She then turned her head back to scott.
TUNI: Oh, no, no, no, scott. I' am under Mr. McCoys care. I'm his ward. So if he wants me to go to Mc toys'r'us, then i'll get the happy science kiddie meal then.
TUNI: All... of the supplies... And materials from the "store". And I'll wow his socks into glitter dancing, that would make a bat deaf!
Tuni hops off the couch and walks toward the door. Scott cocks his head back and shakes it in confusion.
He then rises from the couch and walks toward the door, knowing tuni was awaiting him.
SCOTT: No wonder why hank went apeshit the other day... Deaf bats? Glitter socks? Or was it dancing, I-I don't even know...
Scott escorts tuni. Scott comes around and opens the passenger door for tuni, like the gentleman that he was pretending to be toward her, for safety reasons. he then comes around and gets into the drivers part of the car. Still confused and worred about tuni's threatening of "glitter sock dancing", he reluctantly starts putting the ket in to turn on the car.
Scott then eyes logan.
SCOTT: *(INSIDE THOUGHTS---Tuni gets along better with logan. maybe he can take her. But he flirts her up so bad. Hank would find a way to kill him if something... hmm..)
LOGAN: What bright eyes?
SCOTT: You wanna do me a favor?
SCOTT: But it's about tuni, huh? I-
TUNI: Scott, come on! We're burning daylight.
SCOTT: Your not going to blow us up again...? are you...?
TUNI: Oh god, no! Nothing boom plasty. Just the bejabbers of scientic fusion and awesome.
Scott turns his head with hands stuck on the steering wheel. He puts the key in finally and starts the engine. Scott blinks rappidly for a few seconds and then stops. He closes his eyes tightly, then realeases, opening them slowly.
His upper lip curled slight, head tilted slightly.
SCOTT: WHAT?! What was-you know what--nevermind... just...
TUNI: Hey scott... you ever thought about changing the color of your eye blast?
SCOTT: Wha- you better not even-
Tuni pulls out some measuring tools. Scott Looks forward and starts driving.
SCOTT: just think of it as a mission... hanks' your bro... school can't be repaired again...
TUNI: Purple might make you look metro-sexual... Might be good for your image... hmm.. you are my hired assisstant!
Tuni demonically giggles and chuckles.
Scott suddenly starts speeding toward the destination.
7 days later
Jean sits next to Mr. McCoy, along with the other faculty, awaiting tuni's scientific presentation of her invention.
JEAN: And he said he wants to go church more. We have neer really been that religious before, hank. Has he said anything... Something, to you?
MR.MCCOY: Not really, jean. Just that the things tuni has been doing without her abilities is as scary, and mind bogglingly-frightful "with" them.
JEAN: ...What did you make my husband DO!?!
MR.MCCOY: He offered!
JEAN: She's your ward, and-
Logan leans over the couch, where jean and Mr.McCoy was sitting. He turns his head to jean, looking her up and down.
LOGAN: Don't you worry, darlin'. If scott goes super nova and pops, I'll take care of ya.
JEAN: BACK OFF!
MR.MCCOY: Logan, jean is upset... just shoo...
Logan regretfully gets the point and goes over by anne-marie, (ROUGE), who was sitting at a table eating a full cherry-blueberry pie. Logan stands unconfortably close to her.
LOGAN: So what about you cornbread? You wanna go upstairs and do some "Ho-down"-"hootin nanny"?
Anne-Marie looks at logan threw the tops of her eyes. Logan puts his hands on his hips and looks on at marie.
Suddenly Anne-Marie extends her arm and punches logan. He goes flying over a table, with his legs from the top. Anne-marie lowers her arm and gets back to eating her pie.
SCOTT: Has she come yet!!!
Jean and Mr.McCoy arise from the couch and look on at scott. The rest of the room focuses their attention to him also.
Scott was dressed in the style of the famed moster/vampire hunter Van Helsing. a long brown trench coat and a wide floppy brimmed hat to match. He had rigged his eye visor with a side bending scope lense. Scott was also wearing all types of charms wrapped around his wrist, with braclet charms and multiple religious necklaces. They made clinging and chining noses as he moved.
He was also equiped with a utility belt with multiple pouches and holders that held korked covered tubes of oils and salts.
Logan walks up behind the shocked jean and Mr.McCoy. He removes his lit cigar from his mouth holding it close to this cheast. Logan looks on at scott slightly cock-eyed and confused.
LOGAN: what the fu... FINALLY!!!
Jean and Mr.McCoy jump at logan's reaction. They both slightly turn their heads to him.
LOGAN: Oh don't worry darlin'! I'll find the best lawyer sweetheart... Don't you worry!
Jean face starts to turn sad. Before it could fully turn so she buries her face in her raised hands. She was slightly crying. Mr.Mccoy puts a arm around her shoulders as his other hand rubbed her upper arm.
MR.MCCOY: Scott! Calm down! And where's Tuni?!
SCOTT: It is a new moon... yes... Not even the face of thee bonita la luna wishes to see such unholiness within this twilight. Look at how she turns away!
Tapping the fingers for art and laughs.
MR.MCCOY: Scott... sit down... lets talk about this... Now, what did tuni do, to cause... this
Scott snaps his head to the middle of the room. He then rushes over and starts moving the furniture to the sides of the room. Scott takes some of the salts he had and starts making a circle of protection. He makes a pentagram and other religious symbols within this circle.
Everyone in the room looks on at him in silence and slowly walk over to him. then they stop and look around at each other. Scott then sits within the center of the circle and starts mumbling a incantation. Scott claps his hands together three times and then presses them together in prayer.
Jean's eyes widen. She then pushes away Mr. McCoy and looks on at him angerly.
JEAN: OH MY, GOD!!! HANK!!!
MR.MCCOY: I-I swear I shall get to the bottom of this! I-I
Suddenly a cool, light, sharp breeze filled the room in a line around the faces and shoulders of the occupants of the lounge. Everyone turns there heads and sees one of the lounge doors open but no one there. Everyone looks at the door.
TUNI: Hey everybody!!!
The room jumped and gasped. Tuni then pulled in a covered kart with something ontop of it also covered. Tuni was wearing regular clothing, except for a long white lab coat and glasses that Mr. McCoy had given her the very first day she had... Landed in the school.
SCOTT: something wicked this way comes...
TUNI: Oh and thanks alot scott for the help.
MR.MCCOY: Tuni! What is going on here?!
TUNI: He said that he was going to make sure that everone was "o.k.". then told me to wait in the garage so that he could "help me to rest" or whatever he meant. I thought he meant that I was working too hard. So I just got tired of waiting and came any-... whoa... what's the situation over there.
Tuni chuckles. Mr. McCoys eyelids flutter and he takes in a very deep breath. His eyes close tight and Mr. McCoy lightly and as calmly as he could, rest his hands on tuni's shoulders. He takes one of his hands and slightly lowers his glasses and his head. Mr. McCoy looks at tuni threw the tops of his eyes with a tightend jaw.
JEAN: He's terrified! What did you do to him!
TUNI: Oh, that? He's such a big baby.
TUNI: Well he said originally that he wanted to help me with my experiments but I had limited resources because of my location on developmental research. So with my many combinations of "kiddie" science kits and the like that was of wide selection at different Toys"r"us"es' I really had to use my imagination and thinking process. Not my full abilities.
So therefore, scott started to get scared of my natural ability to make things "work" in a way that might seem impossiblw without supernatural abilities.
JEAN: So why is he so... So... this way?!
SCOTT: When you see mixed with kenectic toys baked within a easy bake oven cool off and turn alive... you will question the possibilities of living and hell...!
TUNI: SHH! ...It's a suprize you fillped out goose!
Tuni reaches into her labcoat and pulls out a rubix cube. Mr. McCoy adjust his glasses, with one hand. He takes theothe hand of tuni's shoulder and opens his palm to receive it. Tuni drops it into his hand. He looks it over turning the cube witin his hand. Mr. McCoy slightly cocks his head and looks at tuni, holding the cube close to his side.
MR.MCCOY: You've made scott mentally ill with a rubix cube...? Oh, dear lord.
TUNI: Mentally Ill? What?! NO! Well I don't know about all of that but that is only the controls.
Tuni walks over to the covered invention and unveils it in dramatic fevor. She reveils an oversized gumball shell around 3 feet round. It had all sorts of power cords of different sizes drilled into it and welded mostly to the side. The cords went under the kart, which had an open playstation and computer modem also saudered together blinking and beeping.
The Gumball dome had a diagram that seemed like a grassy plain, with water and little bushes. A light bulb, drilled into the top of the dome rounded off the strange looking invention.
Tuni took the cube from a curious Mr. McCoy and pressed the center, blue square. Suddenly the light turned on and the globe shinned... with life. There were dinosaurs, flowing lakes and even an blue atmosphere with clouds. Mr. McCoy adjust his glasses and moves in closer to tuni's machine in sheer curiousty and slight shock.
MR.MCCOY: Oh, dear lord...
TUNI: I decided to do a diarama on evolution with holographic and basic robotic science. And it was kind of hard to pick which theory of evolution to choose. So I just started at the Triassic era of the Mesazoic Era.
MR.MCCOY: O... k...
TUNI: Kawaii huh?!
MR.MCCOY: The end of the world... Thy name be Tuni peace and McCoy.
TUNI: I thought that you were kidding or trying to etheir hurt my feelings or discourage me and I started to get delightfully pissed. But then after working with the materials I realized that you were trying to teach me a lesson. That science could be found anywhere and that if I put my mind to it, like you said, that I might be able to dosomething scientific!
TUNI: (SNIFFLES) Thank you for believing in me...! I wa starting to think that you did not me anymore or was trying to shoo me away! But your a man of truth and kindness that is always loyal, thoughtful and sincere about educating others in such a cutting edge, intimate way that jogs the mind into progress and excellence.
TUNI: (SIGH), I admire you so, much.
Mr, McCoy lowers his head and scratches the nap of his neck. He then puts his hands into his pockets and slightly raises his head, looking at tuni's invention threw the tops of his eyes.
The invention shoed the different stages of evolution within the Mesazoic Era. From dinosaurs walking in grasses and forest, to the evolution of birds and man on earth. Tuni had twisted and turned the cube many ways until it was arranged back in the order of correct block colors. It would make Will Smith cry.
Tuni tossed away the rubix cube. Mr. McCoy caught it, slightly juggling it before getting ahold of it. Tuni walks over to the machine and presses a few buttons. A disc pops out of the souped-up playstation. She then walks over to Mr. McCoy and hands over the disc to him. He quicky takes it, putting both the cube and the disc within seperate pockets of his labcoat.
TUNI: That is the downloaded infomation and cryptic code for the program of the holograph and robotics that went into the machine. You most likey crack it within, like two seconds or something. I mean this is amature hour over here! Pshht...
Tuni sighs and chuckles. Mr. McCoy looks slightly upward as his head elevates. He raises his hand and puts it close to his chest, rubbing the tips of his fingers together.
MR.MCCOY: But... but it was Toys "r" us...
TUNI: You can disassemble it or what-have-you. Don't care. So third rate compared to what you could do.
Tuni rolls in the bottom of her lip. She balances herself by putting her hands in her pockets, rocking slightly back and forth, on her heels. Scott starts lighting five placed candles, put at the ends of the pentagram star, with a long, thin skewer like stick. Except for scott, whom was mumbling and lighting candles; the whole room was dumbfounded and frozen at tuni's remarkable abilities.
TUNI: I had difficulty calebraating the Sony codes with the HP computer modem codes and then organizing the systems to unify in ditilization of a holographic, electronic programming. But I solved that with using a single power source, which the machines both worked from and saudering wires to feed the infomation to the dome. Elementry, huh Mista
McCoy? Snores-ville!!! So sorry...
Mr. McCoy raises a hand and rest his chin on it. he slightly turns away from tuni and begins pondering.
Tapping the fingers for art and laughs.
SCOTT: And she made a TIME Portal, with Atari parts and static toys, man!
Mr. McCoy quickly turns to tuni, with a wide-eyed excitement and fear. His hands reaching for her, but then dropping like bricks into water. Mr. McCoy's mouth agape.
MR.MCCOY: WHA-WHAT!?! tuniiieeeee!!!
TUNI: It was too unstable. It's gone now. I flet bad for using your rare violin strings. I didn't know until a week or so ago that they were vintage. I payed for them. I knew that they used gold back then so that's what I payed with.
SCOTT: That she made with bicycle oil and a rock garden kit!
JEAN: Oh scott, please...
SCOTT: Unholy alchemy and paegan sorceress!
TUNI: But what about the Scarlet Witch?!
SCOTT: Oh, I don't deal much with her ass either! Luckly what I did learn from her was a easy protection chant, that I have been performing tonight.
TUNI: Well someone needs a nap.
SCOTT: Not while you roam the halls of this once great establishment. Sowing your seeds of satan!
SCOTT: Shes' laying her unholy seeds in these grounds and pl-planting shady trees for belzubub and his conhorts!
LOGAN: Oh, come on, man...
SCOTT: NO! How is it that a girl that has not even read a book inside of a college, noneless even have a high school dipolma or GED make something like that?! And for her just to "land" here. And be all chubby with one of the worlds most smartest men?!
LOGAN: Hmm... true...
Logan tries to start calling the vatican again for a exorcist, this time. Mr. McCoy starts doing an equation within his head. He then forgets himself and starts scribbling on the walls and the roof.
10 minutes later
Mr. McCoy finds himself on the roof of the lounge. The candles that scott lit, halfway down. And he was still sitting in the circle. Upside down Mr. McCoy, finalized threw his equations that tuni had a natural spark and drive to complete things and was somewhat of a prodigy, first level. Like a damp sponge that could still asorb lots of water... Even if it did not seem so.
MR.MCCOY: Well, alright...
Mr. McCoy nods his head and takes ahold of his chin lightly stroking it. He then looks down at the lounge and sees no tuni.
MR. MCCOY: Tuni...? Tuni?
Mr. McCoy jumps down, to his feet onto the lounge. He look around somemore and still does not see her. He then turns and sees the patio door opened. Mr. McCoy walks a few steps and finds tuni sitting under the tree he'd put her up in,(see chapter one!). He sighs, putting his hands into his pockets. He then turns to scott and looks down at his.
MR.MCCOY: You hurt her feelings, dammit...
SCOTT: Do not fall for her tricks! she is just trying to intice you into her web.
MR.MCCOY: So for a girl to like and/or admire me she etheir has to be a spy or from hell?
The room gets unconfortable quiet. Scott slight turned his head away momentarally. Scott turned his head back and was about to say something to him. Mr. McCoy shook his head and started to turn away.
MR.MCCOY: Your two-for-two tonight on hurting feelings my friend. Next time keep your opinions to yourself.
SCOTT: Don't go to far into that garden.
Mr. McCoy shakes his head again as he leaves the lounge. The group left in the lounge surround scott. They look down at him, some with their arms crossed and others with tightend fist. Scott look around the group incircling him.
Mr. McCoy went upto the tree. The night sky was darker than any coal that you could think of. But the stars were like bright and sparkling like diamonds under lights. He walked past her and went for about 0 feet. Then stopped.
MR.MCCOY: Next time I'll be your assisstant! Alright?
TUNI: There isn't gonna be a next time. I'm an embarressment. It's cool that scott thinks that I'm from satans bubbling scrotum-
MR.MCCOY: Oh, my stars and garters.-
TUNI: But he's right. No I did not graduate high school and I'm going tomwork on that after I get my head back together. So maybe... until then... I'll put up my science robe...
MR.MCCOY: You know, dear... there is alot of things that I have thought about you. But a quitter, I did not.
Tuni turns her head to Mr. McCoy. She then quickly turns it away and folds her arms, raising her knees to her chest, then resting her head on her folded arms, as they lay on her upward bent knees. Facing away from him.
The breeze wrapping under Mr. McCoys white labcoat. His hands in his pants pockets. He then takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes, with both hands. Mr. McCoy starts wiping his glasses, in a circular motion, thumb and fingers, with his lab coat. He then Looks down at the glasses and then forward toward the forest in the night. He takes in a deep breath and sighs.
MR.MCCOY: That would be too easy... And in this field you get alot of ridicule. Some even believe that Albert Einstein theory of relativity is unproven and baseless. And I have had my share of debate with researchers and scientific minds. Your special, but unfortunately not that special not to receive rediculous ridicule from even your friends.
TUNI: You argued with-
MR.MCCOY: On more than one occassion. Tuni... just because we are friends, does not mean, that we do not have our differences. i do not know what you saw or read about us in your old world, my dear, but even here it is not all peaches and cream.
TUNI: I know... I just thought you would have it easier because you have known each other longer and
MR.MCCOY: NOPE! But at the end of the day, or a few days afterwards, we are (CHUCKLES), Usually... Friends again... usually...
Mr. McCoy replaces his glasses onto his face with one hand as the other hand goes into pants pocket. He then turns, walks upto the tree and sits down next to her. Tuni unwinds her body. her arms drop to her sides. She looks at her wise friend. She stretches her legs and lays her palms in the night grass.
A breeze blows between them connecting their stare. Mr. McCoy breaks the silence with a lite laugh.
MR.MCCOY: And, tuni... the thing about the "bubbling scrotum", what ever that language that was, most likey from hell, (Chuckles), or earthly, tune it down... Your much too smart and attractive for such... words... I think... You Have a very unique way of words, dear.
TUNI: So I'm attractive...
MR.MCCOY: (SIGH), yes... Yes you are... I think me having to beat up two kings, one being from atlantis and a wind diamension would answer that.
TUNI: Ohhhh... (Chuckles and Giggles).
MR.MCCOY: Your smart... very much so... sensitive, attractive and very talented in the arts. very engaging and charming.
TUNI: Don't forget loyal, Sempi.
MR.MCCOY: That should of been first!
They both laugh and sigh. Then Mr. McCoy and tuni go into one of their famous long stares. They just look at each other without saying a word. As if trying to read one anothers souls. Tuni breaks the silence by turning her head and torso away. She then falls gently onto Mr. McCoys chest. She folds her arms, looking up at the stars. Mr. Mccoy looks down at her, then at the stars. Tuni takes his arms and wraps them around her. she snuggles into Mr. McCoys chest.
TUNI: Is that what you look for in a friend and/or in a... Woman?
Mr. McCoys eyes dart around. He then lands his eyes on tuni. Her eyes fixated on the stars. He then looks forward, clearing his troat and swallowing hard.
MR.MCCOY: Well there all goo-good qualities-bu-
TUNI: Good to know... at least I engage that mind of yours in known and unknown ways...
Tuni devilishy locking her eyes with his, when he went to look down at her. She then rolls down his chest, to his folded leg, laying her head down. Tuni folds one arm around he torso, as the other points upward at the stars. There eyes meet again. Mr. McCoy takes off tuni's glasses and puts them folded into his top labcoat pocket. He then puts one arm around her torso and the other braces his body.
TUNI: Maybe we can make a telescope...
MR.MCCOY: I'll clear my schedule for that endevor...
Tapping the fingers for art and laughs.
Mr. McCoy and Tuni talk science and stars for hours.
But within the lounge,.... Things were not going so well.
Scott was forced to sweep up the "protection circle" and straighten up the lounge to the way it was. The brim of his hat, now around his neck. He swept long and disapointedly. Jean was on the phone with someone unknown. The faculty still circled around him.
ANNE-MARIE: And after that, you can think of a gift to ge' fo' tuni, fu'r apology!
SCOTT: What?!? Look, I'll apologize, but opening up my wallet to do so?
The circled crowd started craking their knuncles and making fist.
LOGAN: I'll hold him down an' one of ya get his wallet.
SCOTT: Your all a bunch of Benadict Arnolds! Mutany! See! She IS from hell... Making us turn against one another. Seducing hank. Professor...
XAVIER: Scott... Calm down...
SCOTT: Oh dear, lord! She's gotten to you, too!
Scott drops the broom and rushes the professor. He wraps his arms around xavier and presses his lips against his ear. Scott takes in a deep breath.
SCOTT: GET OUTTA THERE!!! SHE-DEMON!!!
Professor Xavier nods his head. He places a hand on Scott's head, tightly closes his eyes. Scott falls asleep, via Xavier mind abilities. Scott falls to the floor like a bag full of bowling balls. On his belly and face to the side, logan reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. Anne-Marie snatches it away.
Anne-Marie Picks threw his wallet and takes out 200 dollars, but pockets 50.
ANNE MARIE: I think that 150 dollars should be tastful.
Anne-Marie drops the wallet on scotts back. Logan Picks him up, his wallet, and start upstairs with him.
JEAN: No, doctor Willis... Yes, doctor, but... of course I'm still married to him... N-... (SIGH)... Well... Lunch would be fine...
2 DAYS LATER
Mr. McCoy and Tuni were sitting in the lounge by the doors, at a small round table. They had blue prints and notes for telescope making. They were going over their plans, when out of nowhere a meduim sized gift box, witha red bow, comes slamming onto the table. Mr. McCoy and Tuni both jump. They look at the box and then see hands holding the sides of the box.
It was aangry looking scott, with a particually sour look on his face. Frowning with lowered eyebrows.
SCOTT: I'm sorrrriiiieeeeeeeeeeee........................
Tuni looks down at the gift. Mr. McCoy adjusts his glasses, looking on at the glasses.
TUNI: Well... Umm... Than-
SCOTT: your welcome....
Scott tares away from the table. He shoves his hands into his pockets, and then throws himself into the farest end of the couch.
MR.MCCOY: That's the best that your going to get out of him for a while... Or never... My dear.
TUNI: Umm... o.k. I wonder what it is?
Tuni unraviels the gift. To her delight she finds a shiny new art set. It had paints and color pecils, and even her initals engraved into it.
TUNI: Oh my, goodness! Look at it mista McCoy!
MR.MCCOY: Very nice, dear.
Mr. McCoy looks at scott and gives him a "thumbs up" and then laces his fingers as he turns his head to tuni. Tuni hugs the art kit. She then rises from her chair and rushes scott, with art kit in arms. Tuni Bounches on the couch, still holding the art kit, as she leans over to scott and kisses him on the cheek.
TUNI: How did you know?!
SCOTT: I had helllppp... glad you like it...
TUNI: Well I already have one from Mista McCoy, and it would not only be innapropraite to have 2 of the same gifts from such handsome men, but from a married man. So I'll donate it the the Xavier schools, Special needs program, under your name. As a double gift, from you, to me, from you, to the remedial children, love uncle scott and auntie tuni!
TUNI: oh, golly, thanks anyway!
Tuni rushes down the hall, with art set in arms. Scott watches on. His hands shoot out of his pants pockets. He buries his face in his hands. Then scott raises his face.
SCOTT: My pay got docked and my wallet pillferd so that demon cat could donate shit to the school?!
Ororo(STORM), walks over, with hands on hips.
ORORO: She's a nice girl.
SCOTT: Yeah, ororo, tell that to kurt! He went to the vatican for real. He told me to watch her and anoite the house. You think I woke up this way?!
ORORO: You Americans and your westrn beliefs!
SCOTT: He's european! And Kurt refused to come into this establishment again, until Tuni and Hank are both Baptized and the video of it sent to Fuck-damn-rome!
ORORO: DON'T You talk to me, that way!
MR.MCCOY: Yes scott, apologize to Miss Monroe! Now!
SCOTT: Oh, more forced apologies, huh?!
ORORO: So you did not mean it, then! And you willnot talk down to me!
SCOTT: Whatever... where's jean...
ORORO: Talking with a colleage...
SCOTT: It's been five hours! Where did she go?!
ORORO: That is her business...
Scott stands up and gets very close to Ororo.
SCOTT: My wife, my business!!!
MR.MCCOY: Do you really want to be electricuted, scott.
ORORO: It is alright, hank. I got it.
SCOTT: No one is talking to you, interloper.
Mr. McCoy rushes away from the table and stands next to scott. His face very close to his.
MR.MCCOY: Big words, coming from such a shallow mind!
SCOTT: Back off hank...!
MR.MCCOY: Not until you apologize to Miss Monroe.
Tuni was in the special ed class, watching the students of various ages, enjoy their new art kit. All of a sudden, she and the other class members jumped and looked toward the window. They heard a loud crackling sound like lightening or thunder. Tuni helped to calm some of the students down.
GIRL: Ororo make scott go, light-fire, because he say bad things.
TUNI: Wha--no, umm that was just lightening an-
The teacher comes over and taps tuni on the shoulder. Tuni and the teacher walks over to the teachers desk.
TEACHER: Sometimes that girl can see things. And I really do not think that she belongs in here.
TUNI: Oh! O.k. Oh... oh, no... Umm... I-I need to go.
Tuni runs out of the classroom and down the hall going back towards the lounge.
Mr.McCoy puts the smoking body of Scott Summers on his shoulder. He Holds him with one arm as his other hand rest on his hip. Mr. McCoy looks on at Ororo. Her eyes coming back to blue from being whited over, feet touching the ground and hair going down.
Ororo sees tuni running up the hallway threw some windows.
ORORO: What are we going to tell her? That he licked a power outlet? She may beleive that.
MR.MCCOY: (SIGH), No, no... Lets just tell her the truth.
Tuni comes into the lounge. The three start talking. Tuni gasps and after a while starts to nerviously laugh, and then they find humour in the situalation.
Special Dedication To EDD GOURD: 1988-2012
His spirit helped me to copy this from my nitebook all the way into 5:30 in the morning. Thanks Edd. I'll open a cold one (COKE) for you.
Well you've done it again! You've wasted another 30 minutes or so of your life reading my story.
NEXT TITLE : CHAPTER #3
"AS PURE AS THE WIND DRIVEN SNOW"
Tapping the fingers for art and laughs.